What is that?

Under the reflected light of the bronze mirror, Murong Qiulian saw several blurry shadows walking back and forth at the boundary of the light, as if they were cleaning up the dead bodies under the defenders in preparation for the early morning siege battlefield.

If there was no bronze mirror set up by the woman to capture the light, those blurry shadows would most likely sneak into the city at night and join forces with the Xuan Zhao soldiers outside the city tomorrow, leaving the woman in a dilemma.

A woman's wisdom always makes Murong Qiu Lian think of the word "praise".

"Minghe, keep an eye on them and don't allow them to go beyond the scope of the mirror light. Otherwise, kill them!" [

His eyes turned cold, revealing the slightest hint of coldness. Murong Qiulian, just like when he welcomed Xuan Zhao's attack in the afternoon, issued an unprecedented killing order to his subjects when the woman was unconscious.

"Yes, Master."

Minghe nodded towards Qi Guan Yuying, the head of the Su family's guards who was guarding the city tower. He stepped on the city bricks with the soles of his boots and jumped down to guard the city. He hugged the sword and stepped on the dead bodies on the ground to shine in the bronze mirror.

Standing in the center of the light and shadow, it stood like a majestic mountain. His eyes slanted with a few rays of light, and he glanced lazily at the blurry shadow more than ten meters away.

Behind Minghe, more than two thousand Su family guards, led by Qi Guan Yuying, jumped off the city wall one after another, and lined up next to Minghe at an arm's length from the left and rear of Minghe to the right.

Open, forming a 100-meter-long defensive defense, like a strong man-made barrier between the Xuanzhao Army Formation and Maqiao City Guards, guarding the night of peace in Maqiao City.

At dawn, the reflection in the bronze mirror lost its light effect.

The dark night when Maqiao was guarding the city was spent with no danger under the security guard of the Su family.

The Queen woke up from a coma and opened her eyes to see Murong Qiulian, who was sleeping on the edge of the frame with her forehead pressed to her head and not even a coat on. There was a little smile on her face, and the bloody makeup on her forehead was slightly gone.

Bright red color.

It was very quiet on the tower guarding the city. The fatigue of the war was hidden on the faces of the female soldiers guarding the city. The nerves that had been tense all day and night finally gave way to some relief at dawn. There was a look of fearlessness on their faces.

Free and easy.

The Queen got up and got off the brace. Murong Qiu Lian was too sleepy and did not notice that the Queen had woken up.

Touching Murong Qiulian's forehead, was it caused by the early morning fog that made his clothes wet? Murong Qiulian's forehead was very hot, and his face was rosy and unusual.

"Why is this little body worse than mine?"

The Queen assigned several female soldiers to bring in soft mats and carry Murong Qiulian onto the soft mats, preparing to send him back to the military tent to recuperate.

"Lingwan, where is Minghe?"

The queen looked around the gate tower but could not find Ming He.

Lingwan's eyes drifted down to the city. The Queen followed her to the wall of the city guard tower and looked down. She was shocked by the aura of the Su family guardian guarding the city.

Just imagine, thousands of people are standing in one place in a neat formation, holding swords in hand, as if they were standing in a military posture, keeping the same posture motionless, their faces as cold as ice, the murderous aura gathering around them mixed with the smell of blood and spreading in the air.

Although it cannot be described as how beautiful the scene is, the intimidating force that is like a military spirit will still make people's eyes be quickly led and attacked at the moment of contact, and the high-frequency heartbeat will not stop.

"Ask him to come up and take Mr. Lian back to the camp."

The Queen walked back to the soft mat, looked at Murong Qiulian's sleeping face, and said with a few stiff voices, "I don't want your hands to be stained with the blood of the people of Xuanzhao, but I finally broke my promise. If I

If you can survive the Maqiao catastrophe, I will definitely welcome you into the palace with the emperor's nobleman's sedan chair carried by sixteen people to thank you for your love for me in the troubled times."

Sometimes, love is also a kind of gratitude.[

Being grateful for those wonderful things that have existed in the past are rare memories of life.

The Queen could imagine how hard the man on the soft mat worked leading the Su family's guards to resist the enemy during the two hours she was unconscious.

When a man who has been stripped of his martial arts takes a sword to slash the subjects of his own country, how painful is his heart at that time?

Her eyes fell on Murong Qiulian's clothes that were stained with blood and had not yet been changed. The queen understood the reason why Murong Qiulian contracted typhoid fever.

Excessive fatigue leads to a decrease in the body's resistance? This is a modern saying.

"Sleep well! Wait until I break out of the siege to marry you."

The romance in the battlefield is always mixed with the innocence of blood.

The Queen watched Ming He leaving the soft mat protecting Murong Qiulian, and ordered Ling Wan to count the number of female soldiers. If there were no injured or disabled ones, they would be responsible for leaving the city to meet the enemy. The other female soldiers were assigned to posts and responsible for guarding the city defense.

All preparations for dealing with the enemy were in place. The Queen stood on the guard tower of Maqiao City with her hands behind her hands. Her moon-like eyes were peaceful, staring at the sea of ​​dead bodies under the guard city. She raised her eyes proudly, mixed with a faint fragrance, and as soft-hearted as weak bones.

, chuckled lightly.
Chapter completed!