The daughter of the first wife is a little fierce: the war god prince loves her to the sky

The changes on the city wall happened in an instant. The Changning army also broke through the city gate and surrounded the remaining Western Yue remnants. The Dingzhou city was flooded with blood.

Chu Tianze defeated all the masters by himself, and landed beside Bai Chuxiao. Looking at the two dead people on the ground, he said calmly, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Let's bury them with honor."

Bai Chuxiao nodded and shook the gun in her hand. "All the bullets from the past few years have been used up today, but since they are both dead, this thing is worth using."

Chu Tianze chuckled, "Without them, this battle wouldn't have ended so quickly."

The two of them overlooked the entire Dingzhou from the city wall. Hundreds of thousands of Western Yue troops had been buried in the northwest, but the war between Daxia and Western Yue was far from over.

"Let's go back to the Imperial City!"

Bai Chuxiao said softly that the war was not over yet, but they no longer needed to be in charge in person, and there were still people waiting for them in the imperial city and the north.

"it is good!"

The northwest has been recovered, and the Changning Army, led by Murong Che and others, went straight into the territory of Xiyue, while Chu Tianze and Bai Chuxiao quietly returned to the imperial city with a team of soldiers.

This battle started faster than anyone had expected. After only a few days in the imperial city, Chu Tianze and Bai Chuxiao set off again with Baozi, Murong Yuan and all the other members of the Murong family.

On the northern border of Daxia, many cenotaphs were erected at some point in time. In the middle was the tomb of Duke Dingguo Qin Hongyi, and on one side was the tomb of Qin Zi... Each and every cenotaph was the tomb of the deceased members of the Qin family.

"Bring it up!"

Chu Tianze held the bun in his arms, looked at the names on the tombstone, and gave orders in a deep voice.

Mo Yan, Mo Wen and others forced ragged people to kneel in front of the tombstone. They were the Wei family and others who had been arrested long ago and had not yet died.

Murong Yuan walked forward, looked at the bloodstained Wei Junyan, and said in a deep voice, "Do you remember the names of these people?"

Wei Junyan raised his head and laughed wildly. "Why should the Duke of this country remember them? I am the Duke of Daxia, the commander of the Northern Army. The damn Qin family is still in my hands..."

As for the other members of the Wei family, they were already speechless. Chu Jingce asked in a low voice, "Father, who are they?"

Chu Tianze put him on the ground, ignoring Wei Junyan's madness, and spoke to the graves, "Jing Ce, this is your grandmother, and these are our relatives..."

Chu Jingce nodded. He already knew what was going on. Although he didn’t quite understand why all these relatives died, he knew that these were very important people to his father and the others.

"Kill!" Chu Tianze said in a deep voice.

Heads fell to the ground from head to toe, blood flew everywhere. Chu Jingce was shocked when he saw this scene, but Chu Tianze said in a deep voice, "Look, these are the enemies who killed our relatives, they deserve to die."

Chu Jingce endured the discomfort and reluctantly accepted everything in front of him. Bai Chuxiao beside him said softly, "Ace, come over to mother. If you don't want to watch, don't watch it."

Chu Jingce shook his head and whispered, "It's okay, mother. Ah Ce will definitely protect you in the future..." He will protect father, mother, sister, uncle and others...

He knew that his father's mother, grandfather, and uncle had all died, and he would never let such a thing happen again.

"Mother believes in A Ce."

The guards served strong liquor, and everyone raised their glasses. After some worship, they ordered people to guard the place.

After taking a look at the majestic northern pass, the group left against the wind. As for Beiyan, they would go there sooner or later.

The chivalrous spirit and tender feelings are buried in the north, and the heroic and tragic songs are sung by the brave men.

Three thousand miles were stained with blood, and the battle in the snow never stopped.

Long song at sunset, heavy wind and bleak weather.

The withered bones are old, the graves are new, when will we hear of the soldiers on the battlefield again...

……

In March of the eighth year of Yongxing in the Great Xia Dynasty, Chu Tianze and Bai Chuxiao led the army to fight again, and the Changning Army directly broke through the imperial city of Xiyue.

In the imperial city of Xiyue, sitting on the dragon throne, Jun Hongxi, the king of Xiyue, dressed in a gorgeous purple and gold robe, smiled as he watched a pair of beautiful people walk in hand in hand.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"It's you."

"So you still remember me."

Bai Chuxiao was silent for a moment. Over the years, Jun Hongxi had never led an army in person and had rarely appeared before the army. This time, when she saw him up close, she suddenly realized.

"Back then, there was a very small soldier on the border of Dingzhou. His name was Bai An..." Jun Hongxi chuckled but did not continue.

Bai Chuxiao said softly, "He's someone I know. His name is Yan Ci."

Jun Hongxi's eyes widened, and he stared at the two of them for a long time before continuing to speak.

"You win."

The Emperor of Xiyue, Jun Hongxi, committed suicide in the palace.

In October of the same year, Chu Tianze passed the throne to the ten-year-old crown prince Chu Jingce. He and Bai Chuxiao traveled freely in the mountains and rivers, and their whereabouts were uncertain.

On top of the towering imperial city wall, Chu Jingce and Murong Changhuan, who were young but already tall and slender, stood side by side, looking at each other from a distance.

"Baozi, do you think they will come back?"

"meeting."

"When?"

"The world is unified."

Chu Jingce stood with his hands behind his back and smiled slightly. He was the youngest emperor in the history of Daxia, an emperor who had never experienced any slaughter among royal brothers. All this was brought to him by his mother and father.

He once said that he wanted to protect them, but in fact, there was no need. From the beginning to the end, he was the one being protected.

His father and mother were the greatest emperors and empresses of their generation. There had never been any suspicion between them. From the first time they met until now, they had always worked together, overcome all difficulties together, and shared everything.

The once three-part world no longer exists, but Beiyan was left to them by his father, the emperor, and his mother. Daxia will prosper forever. This is the glory of his father, the emperor, and his mother, and he will not change it.

……

In the spring of the 14th year of Yongxing in the Great Xia Dynasty, Princess Anle Murong Changhuan was named General Dingbei and led 800,000 Changning troops to attack Beiyan.

Emperor Jingce saw her off outside the imperial city, "Sister, I wish you a successful start."

"I will."

Murong Changhuan raised his head and drank it all, then dressed in red and holding a spear, he rode away on his horse.

She never forgot what she said, that she would become a great general, recapture Beiyan, unify the world, and wait for the two to return.

Thousands of miles north of the border, the spring breeze blows away the cold frost.

No matter how many years pass, we will meet again, no matter how high the mountains and how long the rivers are.

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(End of the article)