Chapter 522 Your Majesty: Qingqing [3 more]
[I'm convinced. Originally, the crew of "The Female General of the Town" filmed scenes on the spot, which made me very optimistic about the rigorousness of this crew. It should be different from other shoddy historical dramas. Is it still necessary to take this step? 】
[Add emotional drama to Jiang Xuanjin, "The Female General of Zhen Guo" will definitely attack! 】
【Is Si Fuqing going to bring a newcomer? Can you focus on acting? 】
The condemnation is getting bigger and bigger, and the crew naturally noticed it.
"There is a lot of opposition online." The screenwriter frowned, "Director Lu, should we continue filming?"
"Shooting, of course." Director Lu pushed his glasses, "We have found historical evidence. Didn't the professors from Daxia Department of Archeology also find Jiang Xuanjin's tomb in Beizhou? Who said he can't have something he likes?" people?"
The screenwriter said: "Someone on the Internet has the rhythm, accusing Mr. Si of wanting to bring newcomers to the show maliciously, scolding very badly."
Hearing this, Sang Yanqing rolled up his sleeves: "It's okay, I'll come."
She was so happy to have work again.
"Thank you, Ms. Sang." Director Lu nodded, then hesitated, "Where's Teacher Si?"
"She said she was going to see someone off, maybe she went to psychic again." Sang Yanqing said casually, and started to contact Xingting Law Firm to clean up the online sailors and keyboard warriors.
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Si Fuqing rested early today, and was already lying in the game cabin by this time.
When she opened her eyes this time, she was in the center of the battlefield.
Surrounded by flames and bones everywhere, it is not difficult to imagine how tragic this war was.
"Shuh—!"
A sharp arrow pierced the air towards this side, and it was about to penetrate her chest.
But in the Great Xia Dynasty, her body was very weak, and a soldier next to her pulled her to avoid it.
"Military division, the enemy has been dealt with." The soldier said quickly, "You don't have to come here in person, let's go back."
Si Fuqing stabilized his body and grabbed his arm: "Where's the marshal?"
"Marshal." The general paused, but actually laughed, "I've 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 muttered: "Sure enough..."
History really cannot be changed, even if she experienced this history personally, she is just a passerby on the sidelines after all.
And at this moment, the neighing of the horse sounded.
In the north, a black horse was galloping towards the gate of the city.
The speed was so fast that the soldiers who were still alive thought it was the enemy attacking again.
Until I saw the person on the horse.
The soldiers shouted in shock: "Miss Su!"
The eldest lady of the Zhongyonghou Mansion, Su Yunchu.
Only Jiang Xuanjin has the ability to break into the barbarian camp, which means that none of them can help Jiang Xuanjin collect the corpse.
But a Su Yunchu and a woman actually brought back Jiang Xuanjin's body.
And they didn't even find out when Su Yunchu rushed over from Yong'an!
The horse stopped at the gate of the city, and several soldiers immediately stepped forward to help Su Yunchu up, intending 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 look at it, their eyes were already red.
Jiang Xuanjin's body was full of wounds, bloody and bloody, and he presumably suffered inhuman abuse after his death.
They couldn't accept it, so how could Su Yunchu bear it?
Si Fuqing took the medicine, went into the tent, and was about to pass it to Su Yunchu, but she grabbed her clothes.
Si Fuqing's expression froze, and he took advantage of the situation to feel her pulse, and his heart sank instantly: "Miss Su?"
Su Yunchu was helpless.
If it is in reality, she can be saved completely.
But in the Great Xia Dynasty, she was helpless.
"Master, please...cough cough!" Su Yunchu coughed, suppressing the fishy sweetness in her throat, and asked softly, "Master, please bury me with him, is that okay?"
Her eyes are soft, with the gentleness of a woman from an aristocratic family.
But just now, she was brave enough to enter the enemy's camp one by one, and her aura was not weaker than Jiang Xuanjin's.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that there was such a beautiful woman in history.
Si Fuqing looked at her with a hoarse voice: "Okay."
You cannot share the same quilt in life, but you must share the same acupuncture point in death.
Su Yunchu received an affirmative answer, and when she knew that she could stay with the boy she had loved for so many years forever, she finally felt relieved.
Two days of exhausting thought had completely worn down her body, she closed her eyes contentedly, she couldn't breathe, but she still didn't let go of Jiang Xuanjin's hand.
On the side, the maid knelt down and cried out, "Miss!"
Si Fuqing's fingers tightened bit by bit.
They are all dragons and phoenixes, and they should have a brighter future.
But they all died on the battlefield.
This was the bloodiest battle since the Battle of Yanmen.
And more soldiers died in battle, as many as 50,000.
The veteran is gone, the new will take over.
One inch of mountains and rivers and one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young men and one hundred thousand troops.
This is Daxia, and the five states are immortal.
The next morning, Yinhuang rushed over from Xizhou, which was also rife with wars.
He didn't close his eyes for several nights, and his eyes were black and blue.
Beizhou 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, but he even knew the new generals who had just arrived.
Whoever went, he wrote down his name.
One year, two years... Until now, it has been eleven years since he embarked on the road of the Southern Conquest and the Northern War, and this book is gradually getting thicker.
The names of 300,000 soldiers have been recorded on it, but the names are still increasing, as if there is no end.
He silently wrote one name after another without moving his eyes.
But endless sadness exudes from his body, like a stormy sea, almost able to swallow everything.
After a long, long period of silence, he faced the notebook where he recorded the death list, and tears finally fell drop by drop.
She watched him from the age of nine to the present, witnessed him grow from a boy to a man, saw him suffer humiliation, saw him bruised and bruised, and even saw him suffer.
But I never saw him cry.
Even though he was crying, he was very calm and didn't make any sound.
Si Fuqing's hand trembled.
How much she wanted to reach out and hug him, and tell him that after fifteen hundred years, everything would be settled.
In the future, Great Xia will definitely not be plagued by wars, and young people 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.
So far, all the men of the Jiang family have died in battle.
In the huge General's Mansion, only Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Zhaoyue, an orphan and widow, were left.
He was ashamed of Jiang Haiping.
He coughed suddenly, the coughing sound was hollow and shallow, and he couldn't stop for a while.
Hearing the sound of coughing, as if thinking of something, Si Fuqing's expression suddenly changed.
In the summer calendar 682, Jiang Xuanjin died in battle.
In 685 of the Xia calendar, Emperor Yin died of tuberculosis.
In the middle, there was only a difference of two years.
Only two years.
In reality, these two years are just over a month.
what to do?
Could she really watch him cough up blood and die?
Si Fuqing was in a daze, and suddenly felt a pain like a needle prick in his heart.
At this moment, her mood fluctuated violently.
at the same time.
"Dididi!"
The game cabin issued an alarm sound, which meant that the player must leave the virtual game world immediately, otherwise he would suffer a severe mental trauma.
Yu Xiheng was still working, and heard the siren immediately.
His eyes changed slightly, and he hurried to the next door.
"Brother Nine, Miss Si won't be severely injured in "Eternal", right?" Feng San followed behind, anxiously asking, "If the brain wave link is not disconnected in time, will she become a vegetable?"
There are too many such examples.
The opportunity in "Eternal" is great, and it can make someone the richest man in Free State overnight.
But it also comes with risks. It is a trivial matter to be killed by powerful NPCs and high-level players and never be able to log in to the game.
Some people die forever.
Yu Xiheng didn't move his eyebrows, he said lightly: "Back off."
Feng San retreated immediately.
Only then did Yu Xiheng step forward, carefully inspected the game cabin, and pressed a few buttons on it.
"boom!"
The alarm in the game cabin stopped and the hatch opened.
Yu Xiheng also saw the whole picture inside, his pupils suddenly constricted.
The girl curled up, hugged her knees with her hands, and curled up into a small ball.
She closed her eyes tightly, crying unconsciously.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he carried her out of the game cabin: "Qingqing? Qingqing?"
A voice rang in her ears, and Si Fuqing woke up suddenly. When she saw a familiar face, she was still a little uncertain, so she rubbed her eyes: "Ninth Brother?"
Yu Xiheng hummed, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong, crying like this?"
Although I didn't enter one, I still added more
Qingqing returned to the first and continued to add! ! rush!
Every time I write the ancient part is very heavy, alas_(:з」∠)_
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Let me say again that I oppose any form of adaptation, copying, and blending! Whether it is Ying Huang or Qing Qing.
The three-dimensional entertainment circle should stay away from the two-dimensional characters! !
I wrote this book against the entertainment circle, why are there still people rushing to touch porcelain? :)