Adore Trick of Beauty

Her voice was soft and light, like the wind. The thin curtain separates the two worlds. He is outside, she is inside, and within easy reach, it is the horizon. That night, a group of people rested in a small town hundreds of miles away. The carriage galloped on the bumpy road for a whole day, and the bones were almost dispelled. Nie Wushuang got off the carriage with the help of Yang Zhi, softening.

"Be careful!" A clear and pleasant voice came around, and Nie Wushuang turned his head, but saw that Gu Qinghong was waiting at the carriage when he didn't know when, he reached out to help her, and Nie Wushuang avoided it calmly.

Under the veil, her red lips evoked a cold arc: "Thank you, Gu Xiang, no need."

She never helped Yang Zhi into the inn. There were no lights in the inn. Long ago, soldiers lit torches to illuminate the dazzling plaque. Nie Wushuang looked at it, but it was sturdy and stubborn. The inn in this town looks like a pile of ruins, the tables and stools have been chopped down, and the entire inn is empty and without any popularity. She turned around, but saw Gu Qinghong already leaning against the door, looking desolately, looking outside the inn. Nie Wushuang's heart sank slightly, stepping out of the inn slowly, and following his gaze, he could not help shrinking his eyes: the small town in front of him was empty.

The streets were full of mess, and some of the streets were still dark with blood. The houses on both sides of the street stood silently in the darkness, like skeletons that had lost their blood, exuding death.

Some soldiers set fire torches. The extinguished fire can only illuminate the long streets for less than ten meters, but when you look at it, this was once a bustling town center with many shops.

"One year ago, when I was on a mission to Ying Guo, I passed by here. At that time, people in this street couldn't squeeze." In the night breeze, Gu Qinghong's voice unconsciously brought a hoarseness and pain.

Nie Wushuang was just silent, and suddenly she sneered: "This is the case in the two countries' wars since ancient times."

Gu Qinghong turned back, his eyes cleared with red blood that never slept in the night, looking exhausted: "But all this should not have happened! If it weren't for Qin Guo, he quickly fell into Yunling Pass! That's more than 100 The pass that was never captured by Qin Jun during the year, how could it be completely won in just a few days? Let Qin Jun go straight ahead! "

He stared at her eyes, as if to see something, sharp like a knife: "What you said about the border defense map, I think about going for a few nights, is it the border map of Qi Guo? Xiao Fengqing conspired to steal ?! "

Nie Wushuang heard his words lowered his eyes, and gently denied: "No."

Gu Qinghong's eyes were painful, and the gloom in his eyes was darker than this desolate night: "Then why did you go to General Zhou's house with Xiao Fengqing at that time?"

"Isn't this irrelevant to Gu Xiang?" In the face of his aggressive inquiries, Nie Wushuang remained motionless. Under the veil, her smile became more and more strange and enchanting. The beautiful eyes of the streamer seemed to contain poisonous thorns. His Royal Highness Rui wants to call Wushuang where he can only go, doesn't he?

"As for the frontier defense plan, Wushuang didn't see it and didn't know it. He didn't have the ability to steal it. But if Gu Xiang had the evidence to prove that he was taken by Wushuang, then Gu Xiang is more than just this unfounded accusation. Isn't it? ? "

She paused and looked up suddenly: "Speaking of accusations, on the way to Donglin Temple that day, Gu Xiangci's unparalleled two arrows, what can Gu Xiang have to say today?"

Her beautiful eyes looked bleak from hell, with endless resentment: "Wusou today asks you: What kind of hatred does the Nie family have with you? Do you want to kill them?"

"You say! What kind of hatred made you deceive me for three years, and finally killed my entire house ?! Is it Emperor Qi Guo, or did you originally plan this way?"

Gu Qinghong looked at her with deep eyes, the grief and indignation in the eyes and the indiscriminate murderousness inadvertently made people scared.

Nie Wushuang stepped back quietly, turning back and facing him, the cold wind blew from the end of the deserted long street, brushing her long sleeves, shaking her veil, exposing her delicate jaw, she faintly mocked "But the answer to this question is now indifferent to Wushuang."

"Because of the blood of the Nie family, the blood of my son will be repaid ten times as much as you! One day, I will have to ride the country's iron ride all over the country to eliminate the hatred of my heart!"

She left with a sneer, leaving him alone in the darkness.

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The cold night was cold, and Nie Wushuang and his clothes slept on the hard bed, listening to the wind blowing through, passing through the empty city, making a sobbing sound. Yang was standing outside the door. Fortunately, she stumbled all the way to this place. Thinking of Xiao Fengqing's cold and heartless profile before she left, she closed her eyes, narrowed her lips, and sighed softly. Gradually, she couldn't resist sleepiness and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, and suddenly a soldier downstairs shouted and his voice was tense. Nie Wushuang sat up sharply, and outside the door, Yang straightly knocked on the door: "Madam, what seems to be something!"

Nie Wushuang hurriedly opened the door: "What the **** is going on?"

At this time, Gu Qinghong stepped out of the room on the side, and a soldier ran up and said anxiously, "Sir, Xiang Guo, there is news from the scouts in front, there is a stream of soldiers coming from Qin Army!"

Gu Qinghong frowned: "How is that possible! Yelutu was defeated, shouldn't Qin Jun retreat to Tongzhou City?"

"Perhaps it was a small army of Qin troops who escaped from the battlefield. They didn't recognize the terrain, and maybe they just avoided it in the panic ..." The soldier hesitated.

"How many people are there in that Qin Army?" Gu Qinghong asked again.

"It seems ... there are one or two thousand ... Lord Xiangguo, it's too dark, and scouts can't see clearly." The soldier answered.

"Master Xiangguo, should we avoid it first? After all, we only have more than 3,000 people in our business." The soldier who rushed upstairs asked.

Nie Wushuang heard clearly at the door of the room, and there was a oozing of cold sweat in her hands.

Yang Zhi whispered, "What about a mother?"

Nie Wushuang's mind turned sharply, and he suddenly and quietly said to Yang Zhi: "Wait for the opportunity to escape."

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