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Even though he had only heard Ji Tian Ning chant in a low voice, he had already engraved the [Iron Hook] deeply into his heart. Why was there such a word, such a melodious melody?

What was written on the brush in his hand was not the battle plan or the imperial report, but the lyrics that Ji Tian Ning was softly singing. Looking at the lyrics on the paper, Shang Qiuyuan was filled with emotion.

"The person who knows my heart the most is actually you!"

He never thought that there would be a girl that would become his confidante and understand his heart so well. Even those soldiers who followed him, risking their lives and risking their lives, would use their lives to carry out his orders, but no one understood his heart so well. This strange poem might not have been simple and profound, but it had sung all of his thoughts.

"I raised my glass and drank up the wind and snow. Who was the one who knocked over the cabinet in his previous life and stirred up trouble? I can't call back my crying face. "Even though my history has turned into ashes, and I love it forever, my life is as prosperous as the three thousand streams of Eastern Flows …"

"Ji Tian Ning, do you really understand me that much? Why, do you know so many things about me that you can speak my mind? In the past, it was just like yesterday. Everything was right before her eyes. She had gone, bringing our children with her. Knowing this news, my hair was dyed with frost all night long. Her crying face could not return, her history had turned to ashes, and she was flourishing like three thousand flowing water. It's really a good poem, an excellent poem! "

His eyes became moist, and a crystal appeared in the depths of Shang Qiuyuan's eyes. In an instant, that crystal was ignited by his hatred.

"A war between the royal family is unavoidable since ancient times. It's just that you shouldn't have framed my soldiers like this. The throne was originally the target of your competition, what did it have to do with me? To think that my wife is still your daughter, and your sister, why is she like this? "

Shang Qiuyuan's wife was Princess Fengyuan, the daughter of the founder of Fengyuan, Princess Changan. He was also a descendant of the founding fathers. His father died in the battle for Fengyuan, and he inherited his father's legacy. For many years, he fought in the battlefield, making great contributions to the country.

He was conferred the title of a great general of the Upper Pillar, as well as the title of commander of the three armies. And now, all of this had vanished into thin air.

He was sent to the front line to go to war with the Nanzhao, but there was no food inside, no rescue troops, leaving him and his men in the Jedi.

At that time, he had wanted to die in battle, to die as a martyr to his country, but his men were innocent. He had also received some information and knew that even if he and his soldiers were sacrificed, they would still be condemned as defeated soldiers and turned into sinners.

He wasn't willing to accept this, but he couldn't. How could those soldiers be so innocent? As a result, he risked it all to surrender. He was already prepared to die, but never would he have thought that the reverse fire scale would allow him to surrender.

"At that time, it was you who saved my good brother and pleaded for mercy for me and my soldiers. Perhaps, it was because of you that the Emperor accepted me to surrender?"

A wry smile appeared on Shang Qiuyuan's face. He was known as the Confucian General, a man of both martial and civil skills, outstanding in strategy and strategy. Amongst the five nations, he was also an illustrious general with outstanding military achievements. Now, his family had been ruined, and he had fallen to the point of being forced to serve as an official.

He silently wrote on his hair like snow and hung it in his bedroom. This was a gift from her to him, as well as the words in his heart that he could not release for a long time. He took out the handkerchief from his bosom and placed it on the tip of his nose as he gently sniffed, carefully recalling Ji Tian Ning's words.

"Water, why isn't there a word on the handkerchief? What does she mean by water?"

He raised the handkerchief and looked at it in the sunlight. There was still no trace of it.

There was water in the basin, and the water quivered slightly in the light. Shang Qiuyuan walked in front of the basin and gently placed the silk handkerchief in his hand into the water.

The silk handkerchief fell into the water, slowly revealing a light blue handwriting. Shang Qiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his heart had been affected by the woman's handwriting.

"What a smart girl, how did she do that? Even if I was deep in the palace and had been found out about this handkerchief, I could not incriminate her or me because of this wordless handkerchief. "Unexpectedly, when the silk handkerchief is placed in the water, it can actually show the handwriting."

Shang Qiuyuan lamented. He had never seen such a clever woman before. Every frown and smile was out of the ordinary. Every word and action was so unique that it attracted the attention of others.

"Perhaps, you are not the most beautiful woman, nor can you be called peerless. Ji Tian Ning, where did you come from and where are you going? Five nations, is there a place for you to stop? "

That vivid dimples, that brilliant smile, appeared in front of him. Shang Qiuyuan couldn't help but feel dejected. After all, that kind of woman belonged to the cold-blooded Sovereign King. Even if he wanted to see her, it would be extremely difficult. He wanted to say something, but he had a lot of scruples.

His gaze swept over the snow-white words and carefully picked up the silk handkerchief from the water. The handwriting on the silk handkerchief was already blurry. He washed off the handwriting on the handkerchief and put it under the sun to dry. There was her smell on it.

"Ji Tian Ning, I hope that one day you can leave the palace. Otherwise, that place will become your grave sooner or later." Today, you have done nothing to harm others. Rumor has it that the harem is filled with countless women buried there! I don't want you to be buried there. Perhaps, one day, I can once again listen to this song, just for me. "

His gaze passed through the window frame and landed on the direction of Fengyuan, where his most beloved person was also buried. His wife, children, family …

His hand lightly brushed past his silver hair. Unexpectedly, not a single strand of black hair remained, falling in front of him like silver threads made of snow.

"Words like snow, beautiful and sad. Goodbye! Good poem, excellent poem!"

Gently walking out of the door, he closed it. This poem seemed to be written for him. Was it written for him by his soulmate who was in the harem?

He took pity on her and admired her, but it didn't involve feelings between a man and a woman. He wanted to help her, to arrange things for her, not to involve the feelings of a man and a woman.

"Order all generals to come and see me."

He spoke lightly. Needless to say, there were spies and his trusted aides serving in the manor.

With a single order, the subordinates of the past would execute his orders with their lives. He had never doubted this. No matter how deep the earth was, it was impossible for them to part from the friendship formed from their blood. They were the same as him. Their family had suffered an unexpected calamity, and they were marked as traitorous family members by the current monarch of Fengyuan. They wanted to capture and kill them.

Now, they were traitors of the country. Outside, they were infamous, but inside, they were being looked down upon. They were alive and suffering from the cold, all for the sake of avenging their hatred and justice.

Shang Qiuyuan sat in the hall, looking at the soldiers. "Have your swords been sharpened? Has your horse been saddled? Have your hatred and humiliation weakened? "

"Our swords and sabers are sharpened every day on the grindstone. Our horses, never out of their saddles, await the commander-in-chief's orders. Our hatred, is growing deeper and deeper, humiliating us night after night! "

Shang Qiuyuan nodded his head in satisfaction, looking at his subordinates. After surrendering to the Southern Champion Kingdom, his position had not decreased, he was still a general and was even conferred the title of Marquis. In Fengyuan, he also held the position of Marquis, but the name was different.

The five thousand officers that followed him into submission, he'd once thought that Huo Bu Lin would disperse these people and not allow him to be the commander. However, the Fiery-Scaled Tiger gave these people to him and also gave them back to him. It also allowed him to gather the soldiers and soldiers from Yuanyuan.

However, he had never summoned any of his former subordinates. Sometimes, the people who weren't by his side would have a much greater effect than the people who were by his side. Now, it was time for those people to take action. The day that he sent his troops north was the day that they would gather around him once more.

"Duo Bei Bei, do you know what His Majesty means by bestowing me this title?"

"To flatten the north and defeat Fengyuan … Marshal, we have been waiting for this day for too long."

He wasn't dead. His blood was flowing through his veins with the blood of the countless comrades of the past. He was grateful to Ji Tian Ning. It was the Empress who had given him a chance to survive and seek justice for his brothers and family.

After he recovered, his voice became hoarse, unable to recover. This was nothing much. His martial arts were still there, and his body was gradually recovering. Although he was not as strong as before, he was even more ruthless. There was also a vicious feeling coming from him that came from the struggle between life and death. Even his subordinates were unwilling to approach him and treat him like a demon returning from hell.

His body, which was originally strong, now looked like a skeleton. His body was full of bones, sharp and lofty. His high cheekbones were raised, and his eye sockets were sunken. There was no flesh on his cheeks, and his beard was covered with his chin, making him look quite terrifying.

Although he had recovered, his physical strength had not recovered completely, and his body was as thin as a skeleton. He was already satisfied to be able to return from the line of death. He could even use the sword in his hand to seek justice for his family and avenge them.

His deep eyes were like the eyes of a skeleton in the dead of night, and even Shang Qiuyuan sighed. At this moment, the golden armor was filled with an aura of death. Those who had already died once were the most terrifying type of warriors.

Ji Tian Ning had left the prescription for the Golden Armor, and now that the Golden Armor was still strictly following the formula every day, he could feel that the medicinal plants and the method Ji Tian Ning had left behind were gradually recovering his strength.

Not only did Ji Tian Ning leave behind the medicinal formula, she even left him a method to recover his strength. He followed the instructions in the book strictly without the slightest hesitation. He had to restore his former strength as soon as possible, so that he could continue to fight in the battlefield and seek justice for his brothers and family.

"Yes, we have waited too long. Victory belongs to us. Currently, all of the princes of Fengyuan have sent envoys to contact me. All operations, from today onwards, we will be ready to move out at any time. "

"As you command, Marshal."

Shang Qiuyuan's gaze slowly swept past everyone. Everyone here was his former subordinates, and it was worth him entrusting his life to them.

"Marshal, how is the Empress now?"

The golden armor couldn't forget that lady. Although it was only a few short days, it couldn't forget her for the rest of its life.

"Golden Armor, do you still remember my orders from before? Have you made all the preparations?"

"Yes, marshal. This lowly general is always ready."

He raised his head. His golden armor also had a head full of silver hair, and there was no life in his dark eyes.

Inside the side hall, Huo Ni Lin painfully pressed his head against the dragon throne. A white figure quietly approached him. He raised his eyes, which were already dyed red.

"Quickly, I can't control myself."