Chapter 565

The people in Xie's house were so anxious that they almost didn't pull all the hair off their heads. It just didn't work at all. In Song Ningyu's words, this is a heart disease.

Ouyang Huo followed song Ningyu's back with an expressionless face. He was so domineering and cold that he scared the whole Xie family. He was trembling when carrying a plate. He even breathed carefully for fear of offending the tyrant.

Ouyang Huo rarely reached out and handed song Ningyu a towel. His eyebrows were full of a bottomless smile. He frightened the little girl on the side and shrank directly beside the bed, crying with a runny nose and tears, as if their young master had turned up his pigtail.

Song Ningyu never knew that the aura of Ouyang fire was so strong that ordinary people could be his opponent! So after everything was taken care of properly, song Ningyu had to drag Ouyang fire out of Xie's house.

She couldn't stay with Xie Xiaosi forever. Finally, she had to ask the Xie family to send him back to the mountain forest where Xie family lived in seclusion for a good rest.

They walked silently on the silent street. Ouyang Huo followed her quietly with a luxurious peony oil paper umbrella to protect her from the wind and snow. However, the umbrella was of no use in such a strong wind and snow.

Song Ningyu looked down at the road under the strong wind and snow, and made a slight sound under his feet. It became blurred in the wild wind at night. Behind them, they followed the luxurious BMW dragon, and the lights carried in the hands of palace people and guards swayed in the wind and snow one by one.

Night into Chang'an, Chang'an is still prosperous, but the prosperous memories of the Sutra are collected. In the streets and alleys, only pieces of snow are still surging in the air. The low-pressure dark clouds collect the sky, and it is unclear whether it is day or night.

The wind will lift up their luxurious robes, and finally their footsteps stop at the east gate of Chang'an city.

The cold wind scattered Ouyang's words, becoming small and unbearable and blurred.

He stood quietly beside song Ningyu. The city guard saw that Ouyang Huo came in person. Suddenly, Ulala knelt down a large number of soldiers, but song Ningyu was the only one in his eyes.

He looked at her for a while and suddenly whispered, "if you are willing to be by my side, I will overturn the world for you. It's a pity... You go. Out of the east gate, there is his camp outside."

Song Ningyu twisted her eyebrows and stood beside Ouyang fire. Although the wind and snow were wanton and cold, it still didn't reduce his dignity as an emperor. He pulled out a smile at her. It seemed that he suddenly saw the sun in the wind and snow. Song Ningyu's eyes were dark.

"Ouyang Huo, what do you want to do?"

Ouyang Huo lowered his eyes, raised his hand slowly and caressed song Ningyu's face. In those eyes, he obviously saw the color of worry. His eyes flashed for a moment. Song Ningyu slowly fell into his arms and looked at him in surprise.

He grinned at Song Ningyu and murmured, "you said, if you threaten him to withdraw, will he withdraw?"

Song Ning Yu hung his eyes and fainted.

Ouyang Huo held the people in his arms, glanced at general mu, brushed his long sleeves and said in a deep voice, "enter the conference hall." there were still the last soldiers in the conference hall, probably the group of people Ouyang Huo said died on duty, so no one dared to leave at will. The hall was full of people and was silent.

All the officers and men of Hongmeng gathered together. The rigorous faces of all the people were very strict and cold, and the atmosphere dared not go out. They looked at the woman still held in Ouyang's arms. Although they said they didn't love the city and the country, the slightly twisted eyebrows and exquisite faces made people scratch in their hearts.

Especially because this woman is the queen of Hongmeng and the Regent queen of Tang.

Now Hongmeng has been forced to this point, but in just half a month, the endless weapons still fly in the sky. I have never seen or heard of it. This battle is almost doomed by heaven. Tangguo was an overwhelming victory. After such a round of defeat, Hongmeng's officers and men have long lost their original passion, Everyone is physically and mentally tired.

Ouyang Huo held the woman in his arms and slowly rubbed her delicate face with one hand. His decisive voice sounded in the silent Hall: "go and move the black iron cage to the lonely rest room. This war has nothing to do with the soldiers. It's up to you to fight alone."

The crowd looked at Ouyang Huo's figure quietly going out, turned around and looked inexplicably at the Hongmeng general!

General Mu lowered his eyes and waved his hand. It's just that Hongmeng has come to this point. What should we do or what should we do.

"General, what's the matter with the king?"

"There are no soldiers and generals. No matter how powerful the king is, he can't defeat other people's thousands of troops and horses!"

"Who knows what the king thinks? We've fought all the way. It's not like others already know! What else do we fight? I think we'll just surrender! Hongmeng sent the emperor of the kingdom of glass to pick up a bargain..."

Everyone said to me, and the fierce discussion gradually subsided in general Mu's cold and sharp eyes. On one side, a tube of jade Xiao slowly turned the Xiao in his hand, hooked his lips and smiled: "the generals don't have to worry. The king has always been used to doing whatever he wants. As for how Hongmeng is, it can't be guessed by people's officials."

"Military division, what shall we do?"

"Yes, why don't I arrange..."

Qingxiao held Yuxiao, wrapped a big fur fur coat, gave the deputy general a meaningful look, smiled and said, "don't worry, just look at the king."

The strong wind poured in as Qingxiao went out. The soldiers couldn't help shivering during the cold wind call. Qingxiao wore a thick fox fur and swayed coldly by the long wind, revealing a green ink bamboo pattern brocade robe. The wind and snow frozen the whole Chang'an.

The little waiter behind Qingxiao came out shakily with an umbrella, glanced at the king's room, approached Qingxiao and asked softly, "Sir, is it because of that woman that Hongmeng was defeated like a mountain?"

The boy is only thirteen or fourteen years old. He is thin and small. He has some difficulty holding an umbrella. He stands behind Qingxiao with an umbrella and staggers to put the umbrella on Qingxiao's head. Qingxiao glances at his little waiter. His small body is really not very good.

"What do you think?" Qingxiao stretched out his big hand, took the big umbrella of the very handsome young man, and then looked at the soft eyes when the snow was heavy.

The young man looked at him with great anxiety and muttered, "this... Where can I say it at will?"

"But it doesn't matter."

"Whether it's right or wrong, someone will always do it, and someone will always bear it. Hongmeng has stood for thousands of years, and now students feel..." the boy squeaked for a while, and didn't dare to pick up the later words.

Behind the boy, a hearty smile suddenly came.