Rongjing didn't speak. He threw away the dagger, took out his jade pendant from his arms, and put it on his heart at will. Then he covered the ice coffin, and then turned to the uncle of Southern Xinjiang and told him, "send him to the Requiem Hall of Qicheng."

South Xinjiang's uncle was surprised again. The soul hall was stored in the battlefield for soldiers who had made great contributions to the war and died. In the future, after the son of God regained the throne, everyone would be able to make a marquis and worship his wife and hide his descendants. Now he put xiyanyue there? He looked at Rong Jing and said, "son of the world, this The king of Xiyan is... "

He has too many doubts. He wants to ask whether Xi Yanyue is really dead, or has a chance of life now, or

"Because he committed suicide, he still has a rest in his heart, but I can't save him. Let's use the little spiritual power in this jade pendant to hold his soul first." Rong Jing takes back his sight and looks to the East, "if she comes back, she can save him. If she doesn't come back, he can only die like this."

The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang suddenly realized that Xi Yanyue had committed suicide because of Jing Shizi. He looked at Rongjing and asked tentatively, "son of a generation, that cloud dusk cold committed suicide..."

Rong Jing suddenly laughed, a little warm and cool, "night light dye has long known about the change between the cloud palace and Nanliang Yi Zi. For so many years, he has helped to bury the cloud palace, but he has kept it secret. Can you have no plan? "

The uncle of South Xinjiang nodded. He heard Ye Qian's voice that day and knew that his death was related to night light dye. He asked softly, "qian'er left earlier than expected. It's the son of the world. You had expected that. Did you send her news?"

Rongjing said, "well," not wanting to say more, he said, "Qi city is not far from here. It's hard for uncle Guo to come here with people. Now you can take xiyanyue's coffin to Qicheng for a few days to rest."

In fact, the national uncle of Southern Xinjiang wanted to discuss with Rongjing about how to win night qingran in favorable circumstances in the next battle, but he knew that he was not in a hurry, so he nodded and said, "OK!"

Rongjing stopped talking and turned back to the barracks.

With a wave of his hand, five thousand soldiers with xiyanyue's coffin followed him to Qi city not far away.

Rongjing returned to the Chinese army tent. Qingying waited at the gate of the tent with two letters. Seeing him back, he quickly handed the letter to him, "the son of the world is a letter from Prince Yu of Donghai and princess ziluo."

Rongjing took the letter and opened yuzishu's letter. After reading it, his face flashed with emotion. In a moment, he opened ziluo's letter. After reading it, he did not see any emotion.

"Shizi, is there news from the princess?" Qing Ying asked tentatively. All the people who followed him worried about his concubine. Moju had asked for several times to go to the East China Sea to look for the cloud mountain for news, but he was stopped.

"There is some news." Yung King Road.

Qingying looks at him.

Rong Jing took a look at Qingying and said in a soft voice, "the jade Prince has not heard from her for a long time. He went to Jiuxian mountain. The master of Jiuxian mountain started the fate cloud disk of Jiuxian mountain with his life-long skill, saying that he did not find her dead soul."

"Green shadow immediately big joy," so said the son of a concubine or well. "

Rong Jing's eyelashes trembled gently, "if you don't find her dead soul, then there are two possibilities. One is that she has already lost her soul, which is impossible to detect, and the other is that her soul falls into a deep sleep, which is also impossible to detect."

Green shadow face color slightly a change, "nine fairy mountain's destiny cloud disk is credible?"

"It's said that it's an ancient god plate left over from ancient times. It's not sure." Rongjing put away the writing paper, his face was calm, "wait another month, if there is no news again..." After that, he did not export and turned into the camp.

Green shadow body slightly stiff, now nearly three months, wait another month, if there is no news, what will the son of heaven do?

Five days later, news came out in Northern Xinjiang that in order to stabilize the morale of the army, Princess Qingye and beiqingye were married in Northern Xinjiang.

The uncle of Southern Xinjiang sent xiyanyue's coffin to Qicheng anhun hall. After five days' rest, he got the news that the night of Northern Xinjiang was Qingye's wedding, and he went to Mapoling.

When he arrived at Mapoling and saw Rongjing, he asked in the first sentence, "son of the earth, the night is light and warm and the North Qingye is now in the northern Xinjiang. Since we have settled in the northern Xinjiang for a long time, would you hurry up and do something to avoid a long night's dream?"

Rongjing Zhongjun tent did not know when a pot of parallel peony was placed in the tent. The peony had withered, but he did not throw it away. Instead, he put it in front of the case and watered it day and day. After hearing this, he said faintly: "don't worry! Let them get married in a few days

"My son, recover the mountains and rivers as soon as possible, or go to the East China Sea as soon as possible to find out about the princess, so you can't move if you are tied here. According to my subordinates, we should take advantage of the light and warm night and beiqingye to get a firm foothold in Northern Xinjiang The uncle of Southern Xinjiang suggested that he was not in a hurry. He was really afraid that if it would be delayed for a long time, what would happen to night light dye there.

"I'm not going to Yunshan." Rong Jing's face was quiet, and her tone was cold and quiet. "If she died, she would bury the bone cloud mountain alone." After a pause, he added in a deep tone: "and I, the land, always want to recover."

The national uncle of Southern Xinjiang was stunned and looked at Rongjing.

Rongjing Ruyu's hand flicked the withered branches of the tree peony, and the branches made a slight noise. He said mercilessly, "when she left that day, what I said will always count, if she dares not to come back. I dare... "www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!