The Yongtai Army relied on the prosperity of the Ai Army at the beginning, and it was a little difficult to continue at this moment. So the two sides gradually separated and formed two formations.

Chu Beijie took this space and took Pingting on his mount, hugged her and asked, "Are you injured?"

Pingting felt lost, shook her head and suddenly asked, "Is he seriously injured?"

Chu Beijie almost injured Pingting because He Xia wanted to cut him into pieces, but when he saw Pingting's expression, he was a little sad, so he had to answer vaguely: "I don't know. I hope he's hurting the key."

Qi Tian was also killed in blood. Seeing that He Xia's men gathered again, the situation was very bad, so he hurriedly rode his horse from the soldiers and asked Chu Beijie: "Zhenbei King, what should I do? We have a few soldiers, I'm afraid it won't work."

Chu Beijie raised his lips slightly. Before he could speak, the sound of the horn suddenly came again. This time it was actually heard in the west. Yunchang's seven armies each had different horns. Qi Tian Jingxin was overjoyed when he heard this, "It's Yongxiao Army!"

He Xia also heard the sound of the trumpet and said in surprise: "Yongxiao Army?" He knew that most of the army was from Donglin and Beimo, and it was impossible to use it against Chu Beijie, so he encircled and suppressed Qirou and did not order them to come to support him. It is definitely not a good thing if he was summoned to come now.

Looking to the west, smoke and dust rolled, flags appeared and the soldiers emerged like ants from the dense forest. Ze Yin was so energetic that he took the lead and rushed out, shouting from afar: "He Xia, do you still remember me Ze Yin?"

As soon as the word "Zeyin" appeared, the soldiers in the Northern Desert in Yongxiao Army burst into cheers.

In their minds, the general who was like a god-general appeared. Who would still be He Xia’s surrender?

Only then did He Xia realize that Ze Yin had escaped from his palm.

The generals around He Xia were panicked and looked at him, waiting for him to give orders. He Xia was not panicked, and sat on the horse with a calm face. From a distance, it looked like a petrified statue.

Chu Moran stood beside Ze Yin and whispered loudly: "Soldiers, General Ze Yin is here today, and King Zhenbei is also opposite. Don't let He Xia go!"

The surrendered soldiers of Donglin were already ecstatic when they heard the name of King Zhenbei and fought desperately to beat the spear in their hands.

The earth roared.

At this time, the forces of both sides were already equal. Yongtai Army and Yongxiao Army were armed with He Xia's army on the east and west sides respectively. On the south was Jierou City, and there was only the north side without any obstacles. The three generals of the other side - King Zhenbei of Donglin, Zeyin of Beimo, and Qitian of Yunchang, were all brave generals who were intimidating the battlefield. The head coach of his side, Xiao Jing'an, had been injured by King Zhenbei. At this time, even the soldiers who had always believed in He Xia could not help but feel timid.

He Xia held the reins in one hand and the sword in the other. Although his face was pale, his expression was surprisingly calm.

A deputy general beside him asked in a low voice: "Xiao Jing'an, are we going to rush out?"

"Running?" He Xia's eyes turned slightly and smiled faintly, "Look at the north."

The general concentrated his eyes and looked north. There was an unusual movement in the distance. The soldiers under He Xia were now full of soldiers. He suddenly saw another flag erected, and he was frightened. He gradually saw clearly that the word "Tingjun" was written on the largest flag.

It turned out that Ruohan hid in Beimo and received news that He Xia led his troops back to Yunchang one step earlier than Chu Beijie and others. He knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly led the pavilion army of these thousands of people to rescue him. He didn't stop for several days and nights, and finally arrived at this moment.

As a result, He Xia's army suddenly had no way to escape from all sides.

Everyone is timid.

The deputy general said anxiously: "Please give orders quickly, it may not be good if it is too late!"

He Xia seemed to have not heard it, just looking at the waving flags in the north, murmured: "Tingjun...Tingjun...it was called Tingjun." He was extremely smart, and he could tell who took the name and where it came from when he guessed. Thinking that he didn't attack Pingting just now, a hint of joy appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the torn hole in his heart seemed to have become a real injury, and a heart-wrenching pain appeared. The injuries caused by Chu Beijie's sword could finally be suppressed. He slowly raised his hand to cover the wound on his left chest, and a heat flow gushed out from his fingertips.

Bang!

The four countries were flattened, just like the young King Jing'an who was at its peak, fell off his horse's back.

"Young Master! Young Master!" Dong Zhuo rushed out of the soldiers and knelt beside He Xia.

Dong Zhuo was worried about He Xia, but was afraid that his careless words would make He Xia angry, which intensified his injuries, so he didn't dare to get close.

He Xia was covered in blood and was already full of breath. Although Dong Zhuo often felt strange to He Xia recently, he never thought that he would look like He Xia.

"Young Master? Young Master! Young Master..." After calling out a few times, He Xia answered, Dong Zhuo burst into tears.

When he cried, everyone knew that the situation was hopeless. On one side, there was Qirou City and on the other three sides, the commander of the enemy soldiers was Zhenbei King, so where would there be a chance of winning?

He Xia's army first threw down the sword in his hand, followed by the second and third... The sound of weapons falling to the ground was heard one after another. After a while, the soldiers of the Weibei Army and Yongchang Army all put down the weapons in their hands.

Who is willing to die if you can live?

Chu Beijie led Pingting to slowly ride a horse, followed by Qi Tian and other generals, as well as a huge army. The surrendered soldiers made way for them. From a distance, they looked like a long and wide boat that had broken through the water.

Pingting saw He Xia lying on the ground, covered in blood, shook for a while, struggled to dismount, and walked forward gently. Chu Beijie was afraid that He Xia would not die, so he took action to harm her again, and followed inseparably.

Dong Zhuo was crying bitterly, and saw a pair of embroidered shoes covered with dust appearing in front of him, and looked up with tears in his eyes.

Pingting whispered: "Let me see, okay?"

Dong Zhuo hesitated for a while and finally made it aside.

Pingting slowly knelt down beside He Xia.

Like bloody sun, everything is so cruel.

The face she was familiar with, the hands she was familiar with, the one she was familiar with, was quietly leaving.

"Don't move, just stand there. I'll help you draw a picture, it's so beautiful."

That was the first thing He Xia said to her.

With such a lively brushwork, why is the story depicted so sad?

The famous Xiao Jing'an King is almost going to become the leader of the Four Kingdoms. You really have never regretted it? Like me, I regret the disappearance of innocent lives, regret the flow of blood in vain, and regret not grasping a little bit of precious happiness.

"Young Master? Young Master?" Pingting stroked He Xia's face with her hands.

His handsome face was stained with blood, but it was still so pale.

He Xia's lips moved slightly, slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were blank. He seemed to feel Pingting's hand gently stroked his face, and pulled up a light smile, "Are you here?"

Only three words have made Pingting cry like rain, and she choked and replied: "I'm here, young master."

He Xia seemed to be unable to see anything. He opened his eyes without any spirit, panted a few times, and then asked softly: "Why are you calling me Young Master?" His voice was particularly gentle.

Pingting was slightly stunned.

He Xia smiled even more happily, as if he was laughing with all his life, and suddenly said: "Princess, Princess, look, I promised you the crown, I brought it..."

The back crown, I promise you the back crown, I used the most beautiful gems in the world to invite the best craftsmen to create the back crown for my beloved wife.

Look, I have already gained the world, and I know that the greatest use of the world is just to win you a light reserved smile, just like the smile I walked into the Yunchang Palace in a down-and-out day, and you lifted the pearl curtain and gave me the smile.

I will dance swords for you and put beautiful flowers in your hair bun.

I remember your waterfall-like black hair, as smooth as silk.

I remember you like the softness, delicateness, and flawlessness of my praise.

My beloved wife, you will be the most noble woman in the world. From now on, no one dares to bully you again.

I will no longer let you cry helplessly in that dark hut.

"The back crown, the back crown..." He Xia moaned softly.

His blood-stained hands were trembling, trying to take out the non-existent crown from his arms. He could not put his hand into his clothes even though he had enough effort.

Pingting knelt beside him, holding his hand tightly, as if as soon as she let go, she could no longer hold on to his life that was about to be taken away by the wind.

He Xia's empty eyes flashed with joy.

His lips still had a graceful shape, but were pale without a trace of blood. He stammered his lips and gasped, "Princess, Hou Guan... Hou Guan..." He paused for a while, his breath became rapid, his eyes suddenly widened, and he asked in a high tone, "Did you see it? Did you see it?"

Pingting covered her mouth tightly with one hand, held back the crying, and held his no longer warm palm with the other hand tighter, and choked and said, "I saw it, I saw it."

He Xia breathed a long sigh, and a smile appeared on his handsome face. It was the gentle smile that made people feel as if they were bathed in spring breeze from the past.

He exhausted his strength and pulled his hand out of Pingting's hand, slowly lifting it up, as if he wanted to caress the princess in his mind, but when he reached halfway through his hand, he was no longer able to move upwards.

He Xia poured his last trace of strength into his trembling fingertips.

Between his fingertips and Princess Yaotian's gentle face, it was so far away. He was willing to spend his whole life to touch the other end.

But, life has come to an end.

Five fingers trembled in the air for a while, and finally hung down weakly.

Pingting knelt in a daze. When He Xia closed his eyes forever, the string she hid in the deepest part of her heart was gently ripped by the passing wind.

Go, the young master goes. He is no longer the King of Xiao Jing'an, no longer a famous general, no longer the devil who poisons the four kingdoms, he is just He Xia.

He Xia, who fell in love with Princess Yaotian, missed his beloved wife until he died.

Wealth and glory, power and fame have nothing to do with him anymore.

It seemed as if I saw the scene of the past rushing towards her. In a blink of an eye, there was nothing left, and there was only thick darkness around me.

In the darkness, she seemed to see He Xia's bright eyes again.

The bright eyes that were often smiling were filled with pain, but were still losing their spirits. The last moment when they tried their best to get the non-existent crown, the happiness was filled with.

At this moment of her dying, her young master knew that the woman she loved most had always loved her and belonged to her.

It turns out that he is not always lonely. His wife is the wife of the Lord of Yunchang, and his wife who issued a secret order to execute him... She always stays with him, listen to the piano, watch the dance, and watch the moon...

When he got everything, when he lost everything, when he used his life as a price, he finally understood. The tenderness and sweetness between them, the lingering and sadness that made the heart tremble all came from the heart.

The fireworks dissipated.

Going here.

The sadness eroded the blood of the bones and blood, and Pingting was exhausted and fell softly backwards.

She fell into a warm embrace.

That was Chu Beijie's embrace.
Chapter completed!