Princess Agents [Season 2]

Chapter 6

The winter of this year came very early, only in September, the snow fell, the light layer, like the small white flowers in the grass in the spring.

Xia army once again retired, this is the third day of their siege. The large-scale impact of the imagination did not arrive as expected. Zhao Wei cautiously surrounded the Longyu Pass and blocked Chu Qiao's pathway. In the footsteps of the line, his thoughts at the moment must be very complicated, that is, the fear is a trap set by Yanbei, and he is afraid that Yan Chu's mistakes have missed the opportunity to kill Chu Qiao. After all, Yan Qi Chu Qiao The news of the peace has long been gone, and Zhao can't have anything to check.

In the night, the wind ran across, Chu Qiao stood on a high slope, looking at the devastated battlefield, the smoke in the night raised her enchanting long hair, like a group of butterflies dancing with the wind.

The war has been stretched for three years. The Longyu Pass built a few feet higher than Yanmingguan. The vast wilderness of the two armies is rustling, the autumn grass is high and half waist, and the white frost snow falls on the grass clippings. Passing, creaking, like a white sea wave, reflected in the moonlight, faint reflection of silver light, beautiful eyes. A group of crows flew overhead and picked up the tiny snow and fog. A crow's claws fluttered low and swept over the grass, picking up a thing with ease, and the white flickering, turning away.

Although it was only a glance, Chu Qiao had already seen what it was. Her eyes once again cast a white grass wave in front of her eyes. A trace of sadness and disgust slowly rose from the bottom of my heart. Under the tens of thousands of swaying tentacles, she was buried again. How many young bones?

War, like a huge mouth, a bloody devouring of countless fresh lives, the bleak wind of the world traversed the broken family's eaves, leaving a creaking sound, like a lonely soul issued under Jiuquan. Sorrowful whimper. And is she, also a nephew on the side of this ruined blade?

"Achu..." In the darkness, there is a low voice in the air: "Achu..."

It was the voice that I heard in the past two thousand nights. The teenager snuggled up beside her and pulled the quilt for her. He whispered, "Achu, is it cold?" A/N: Is it Yu Wen Yue? I mean I hope so but... then again Yu Wen Yue doesn't call her A'Chu he calls her Xing'er.

When the cold wind was bleak, the window was slid through the window, and the cold moon outside was frosty and pale.

The birds crossed and the snow was thousands of miles away.

Perhaps, a person's life is a chessboard that can't be seen through the game. The road ahead is lost, and the four sides are hitting the wall. You don't know where to drop the ball. Where should you stop? Since you start the game, you have to work hard, but in the end, maybe You have struggled with all your strength, but you are getting farther and farther from victory.

She slowly closed her eyes, and Wanshui Qianshan passed through her mind. In the daytime, she seemed to see so many people's faces, the gentle and gentle Mr. Wu, the calm and wise girl, the lively and embarrassing, the kind and honest Xiaohe. Xue Zhiyuan, who died for the police, Wenyang, who was killed for the Baojun flag, and Feng Ting, Murong, wielding a sword and rushing into the enemy camp, Wu Dan Yu, who was shot by Wan Jian, lived and died. The beautiful military soldiers, countless Shang Shen returned to Beibei people, and even Cao Mengtong who committed suicide, and those pedantic Datong elders...

A lonely army, no food, no supply, cold weather, with thousands of unarmed people, time passed by, the enemy's iron hoof gradually lost patience, the child was hungry, crying, winter will To this day, heavy snow is about to cover this vast land.