Abandoned Prince: Summon the Sword God at the beginning

Zhao Ling's groom is also a beautiful warrior. She is Zhao Ling's tenth groom. Nine grooms have died, but she is not afraid. She is also a death warrior. Sacrificing for the Zhao family is their greatest honor.

The groom's name is Xiaoxin, he is only sixteen years old, at the prime of his life.

She was adopted by the Zhao family when she was six years old and had long regarded the Zhao family as her own home. Now, the Zhao family has encountered a disaster, and she feels heartbroken.

At the beginning, she was as at a loss as all the surviving members of the Zhao family. Now, her only wish was that the young master of the Zhao family could escape safely. What did her own life matter?

She was an expert driver and would occasionally steal glances at the handsome young master in the carriage. Although there was a difference between master and servant, she still imagined the young master to be her prince charming.

In her heart, her relationship with the young master was both master and servant and lovers, and she had never told anyone about the girlish feelings hidden in her heart.

Perhaps the next moment this girl's secret will be taken to the grave, and she will have no regrets.

As a groom and guard, she could not confess her feelings to the young master, but she felt deeply happy that she could protect him so closely.

"This group of jackals, tigers and leopards, they can only hurt my young master if they kill me first!" Xiao Xin often thought so.

Just as she was lost in her reverie, a vicious poisonous arrow with an eagle feather shot into her beautiful, shiny throat.

At that moment she was still as noble as a swan, and she didn't even have time to say the last word.

At the moment of death, she used up her last bit of strength to cast one last glance at the young master who was sitting peacefully in the carriage.

Xiao Xin, the 'most beautiful coachman of the Great Xia Dynasty', died. She looked as if she was sleeping peacefully. There were no tears in her beautiful eyes, only a hint of regret. She died tragically from the enemy's poisonous arrow in order to protect the young master.

The luxurious carriage was without its coachman, and the fat horse suddenly lost control.

It rushed forward like a wild horse, and the huge impact threw Xiaoxin's dead body into the endless snow.

Zhao Ling was still lost in his thoughts, his mind wandering to the heavens, and had not expected such a sudden change.

When he was about to fall from the carriage to the ground, the quick-eyed and quick-handed Commander Xiaoqing quickly jumped onto the mad horse.

She transformed herself into a beautiful coachman and drove the car for Zhao Ling herself, and the fierce foreign horse was finally subdued.

The beautiful warrior is willful. Even the most willful horse will bow down at her feet. Xiaoqing pulls the frightened Zhao Ling back from the brink of danger.

Xiaoxin's beautiful body fell in the snow and was trampled by the enemy's horse hooves. Her beautiful face was frozen in time for eternity.

Zhao Ling muttered to himself, "Goodbye, Xiaoxin!" He had just learned the name of this beautiful young coachman who died for him and was not very familiar with her life.

He couldn't take her away, so he could only let the beautiful warrior Xiaoxin sleep forever on this land.

There were many beautiful warriors lying in the snow who died for him, and their bodies could not be buried in time.

The brutal and cruel enemy dumped their bodies in the wilderness, which was the greatest blasphemy to the dead, but their own people could not stop their escape to bury them.

The beautiful warriors who were young, vigorous and full of energy just a moment ago are now accompanied by the loess.

The prosperity, indifference, and killing in the world have nothing to do with them. They guard quietly and wait for the unknown afterlife.