Chapter 522 Your Majesty: Tilt [3 more]

   [I'm convinced, the original "Girls of the Town" filmed the scene on the spot, which made me very optimistic about the rigor of this crew, which should be different from other shoddy historical dramas, so is it still necessary to take this step? 】

  【Add an emotional scene to Jiang Xuanjin, "Girls of the Town" will definitely fight! 】

  【Is Si Fuqing bringing new people? Can you focus on acting? 】

   The criticism is getting bigger and bigger, and the crew naturally noticed it.

   "There is a lot of opposition on the Internet." The screenwriter frowned, "Director Lu, do we still want to continue filming?"

"Shoot, of course." Lu Dao pushed his glasses, "We have found the historical basis. Didn't the professors from the Department of Archaeology in Daxia also look for Jiang Xuanjin's tomb in Beizhou? Who said he couldn't have something he liked? people?"

  Written by the screenwriter: "Someone on the Internet has the rhythm, accusing Mr. Si of wanting to bring newcomers to maliciously add drama, and the scolding is ugly."

   Hearing this, Sang Yanqing rolled up his sleeves: "It's okay, I'll come."

   She was really happy that she had work again.

   "Ms. Kuan Sang." Director Lu nodded and hesitated again, "Where's Teacher Si?"

   "She said she was going to see someone off, so maybe she went to psychic again." Sang Yanqing said casually, and began to contact Star Court Law Firm to clean up the sailors and keyboard warriors on the Internet.

  **

  Si Fuqing rested early today and was already lying in the game cabin by this time.

   She opened her eyes this time and was in the center of the battlefield.

   The surrounding area was filled with flames and corpses. It was not difficult to imagine how tragic this war was.

   "Shh—!"

  A sharp arrow pierced the air towards this side, and it was about to penetrate her chest.

   In the Great Xia Dynasty, her body was very weak, and a soldier next to her pulled her away, and then she avoided it.

   "Master, the enemy has been resolved." The soldier said quickly, "You don't have to come in person, let's go back."

  Si Futian stabilized his body and grabbed his arm: "Where's the marshal?"

   "Marshal." The general stopped and laughed, "I have already met with several other generals."

   Among the nine sons of the Jiang family, Jiang Xuanjin, the eldest brother, was the last to die in battle.

   Si Fuqing murmured, "Sure enough..."

   History really cannot be changed. Even if she experienced this history firsthand, she is still just a passerby.

   And at this moment, the neigh of the horse sounded.

  North, a black horse is galloping towards the city gate.

The speed of    was extremely fast, and the soldiers who were still alive thought it was the enemy attacking again.

   Until I saw the man on the horse.

   The soldiers shouted in shock: "Miss Su!"

   The eldest lady of the Zhongyong Hou Mansion, Su Yunchu.

   Only Jiang Xuanjin has the ability to enter the barbarian army tent, which means that none of them can help Jiang Xuanjin collect the body.

   But a woman from Su Yunchu brought back Jiang Xuanjin's corpse.

   And they didn't even find out, when did Su Yunchu come from Yongan!

  The horse stopped at the gate of the city, and several soldiers immediately stepped forward to help Su Yunchu up, wanting to take Jiang Xuanjin in her arms.

   But she didn't let go and walked into the tent step by step with heavy steps.

  The soldiers couldn't even bear to see it, their eyes were already red.

  Jiang Xuanjin's body was covered in wounds and blood was blurred. I think that after his death, he was also abused inhumanly.

   They couldn't accept it, how could Su Yunchu bear it?

  Si Fuqing brought the medicine, went into the tent, and was about to hand it to Su Yunchu, but she grabbed the clothes.

  Si Fuqing's expression froze, and he tried her pulse, and his heart sank instantly: "Miss Su?"

  Su Yunchu was powerless.

   If it was in reality, she could have been saved.

   But in the Great Xia Dynasty, she was powerless.

   "Please military counselor...cough cough!" Su Yunchu coughed, pressing down the sweetness in her throat, softly requesting, "Please military counselor to bury me and him together, okay?"

   Her eyes are soft, and she is the gentle atmosphere of a woman from an aristocratic family.

   But just now, she was alone and brave, and she rushed into the enemy camp one by one, and her momentum was not weaker than Jiang Xuanjin.

  If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that there is such a woman in history.

  Si Fuqing looked at her with a hoarse voice: "Okay."

   You can’t be in the same quilt in life, and you must be in the same acupoint in death.

  Su Yunchu got an affirmative answer. When she knew that she could stay with the boy she had liked for so many years, she finally felt relieved.

  Two days of exhaustion had completely dragged down her body. She closed her eyes with satisfaction, without breathing, but still did not let go of the hand holding Jiang Xuanjin.

   aside, the maid knelt down and cried, "Miss!"

   Si Fuqin's fingers tightened little by little.

   They are all dragons and phoenixes, and they should have a brighter future.

   But they all died on the battlefield.

   This was the most tragic war after the Battle of Yanmen.

   And the number of soldiers who died in battle was nearly 100,000.

   Veterans pass away, new ones take over.

   One inch of mountains and rivers one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young men and one hundred thousand troops.

   This is the great summer, and the five states are immortal.

   The next morning, Emperor Yin rushed over from Xizhou, which was also ravaged by wars.

   He hadn't slept for a few nights again, and now it was dark blue.

  The North State has been recovered, but the people are gone.

   The young emperor sat at the desk and picked up a pen.

  Si Fuqing has been by his side for so many years and knows that he has a habit.

   He remembered the names of all the soldiers, no one knew how he remembered them, but he knew even the new generals who had just arrived.

   Whoever went, he wrote down his name.

  One year, two years... Up to now, it has been eleven years since he embarked on the road to the South and the North, and this book is gradually getting thicker.

   The names of 300,000 soldiers and soldiers have been recorded on it, but the number of names is still increasing, as if it will never end.

   He wrote one name after another in silence, without moving his eyes.

   But endless sadness exudes from his body, like a stormy sea, almost able to devour everything.

   After a long, long silence, he turned to the book where he recorded the death list, and tears finally fell drop by drop.

   She watched him from the age of nine until now, witnessed him grow from a boy to a man, saw him suffer humiliation, saw him covered in bruises, and even saw him suffer personally.

   But I never saw him cry.

   Even though he was crying, he was calm and made no sound.

   Si Fuqing's hand trembled.

   She wanted to reach out and hug him and tell him that after 1,500 years, everything has been settled.

   In the future, Daxia will definitely not be troubled by wars, and teenagers will not have to die in battle.

   But she couldn't say anything.

   until the last stroke falls.

   After writing Jiang Xuanjin's name, he put down his pen and looked at the beacon fire outside the tent.

   At this point, all the men of the Jiang family have died in battle.

   In the large general's mansion, only Madam Jiang and Jiang Zhaoyue were left alone.

   He is ashamed of Jiang Haiping.

   He coughed violently, the cough was hollow and shallow, and he couldn't stop for a while.

   Hearing the coughing sound, as if thinking of something, Si Fuqing's expression suddenly changed.

   In the year 682 of the Xia calendar, Jiang Xuanjin died in battle.

   In the year 685 of the Xia calendar, Emperor Yin died of tuberculosis.

   In the middle, only two years away.

   It’s only been two years.

   In reality, these two years are just over a month.

How to do?

   Can she really watch him cough up blood and die?

  Si Fuqing was stunned, and his heart suddenly felt like a needle stabbing pain.

   At this moment, her mood also fluctuated violently.

at the same time.

   "Drip!"

   The game cabin made an alarm sound, which means that the player must leave the virtual game world immediately, otherwise he will be severely damaged mentally.

  Yu Xiheng was still working and heard the siren for the first time.

   His eyes changed slightly, and he quickly rushed to the next door.

   "Ninth Brother, Miss Si won't be hit hard in "Eternal", right?" Feng San followed, anxiously said, "If you don't disconnect the brainwave link in time, will you become a vegetative person?"

   There are so many examples.

   The opportunity in "Eternal" is great, and it can make a person become the richest man in Liberty Island overnight.

   But also comes with the advent of risks, being killed by powerful NPCs and advanced players and never being able to log in to the game is a trivial matter.

  Some people will die forever.

  Yu Xiheng kept her brows still, he said lightly, "Go back."

  Fengsan immediately withdrew.

   Yu Xiheng stepped forward, checked the game cabin carefully, and pressed the keys above.

"boom!"

   The game cabin stopped the siren, and the cabin door opened.

  Yu Xiheng also saw the whole picture inside, his pupils tightened suddenly.

  The girl curled up, hugged her knees with both hands, and shrank into a small ball.

  Tears fell drop by drop, wet her clothes, she closed her eyes tightly, crying unconsciously.

   His eyes darkened slightly, and he took her out of the game cabin: "Qingqing? Qingqing?"

The sound of    sounded in her ears, and Si Fuqing woke up abruptly. When she saw the familiar face, she was still a little uncertain. She rubbed her eyes: "Ninth Brother?"

   Yu Xiheng asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, crying like this?"

   Although I didn’t get one, I still added more~

   Tilt back to the first and then add! ! rush!

   Every time I write about the ancient part, it is very heavy, alas _(:з"∠)_

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   I repeat that I do not accept any form of adaptation, copying, or fusion! Whether it is Yinghuang or Qingqing.

   The three-dimensional entertainment circle is far from the two-dimensional! !

   This book I wrote is anti-entertainment circle, why are there still people rushing to touch porcelain :)

  

  

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