You are the most gentle

It's time to wrap up.

Qin Xuan's emotions were surging and he could not calm down.

Her emotions have reached a very sensitive critical point. In the past few days, she can laugh easily, cry heartbreakingly easily, and can also be silent and sit alone for an hour.

Off the stage, Tan Xuan followed the director to watch Jiang Lihe's leading female lead.

"Li He is dressed up, we can start now."

Tan Xuan stared at her without blinking, watching Jiang Lihe calmly walk into the shooting range of the camera miraculously, watching her as if she had changed into a different person without doing anything.

it has started.

The Battle of the Northwest lasted a long time.

This protracted war, which was repeatedly studied by later generations, included many battles, large and small. At the beginning, when Li Tang's army arrived at the frontier, the southern army was in full swing and broke through several cities. Li Tang's army was defeated repeatedly and its morale was in a mess. .

But the vanguard from Chang'an, the imperial capital, reversed the situation.

The Empress Dowager personally arranged troops, and the first battle stopped the ferocious momentum of the southern army.

Gong He knew it was not her fault.

This light cavalry with more than [-] people is extremely brave, and everyone is a Dada who traded his life for his life. Gong He once witnessed a captain being pierced by a spear from behind, but the blood had already been shed The last soldier got up again, hugged an enemy soldier, stabbed his spear into the opponent's body, and died together.

After the first battle, only one-tenth of Wanqi remained.

When the Battle of the Northwest reached the middle stage, the divided Central Plains no longer dared to underestimate Li Tang, who seemed to be crumbling. They realized that the Li Tang after Li Yutang's death was not a soft persimmon to be slaughtered.

Gong He has a meticulous mind, tricks frequently, sinister and sinister, and what makes Nan Guo even more troublesome is that this woman over forty years old has no womanly kindness, let alone make any mistakes.

At the end of the Northwest War, the Tang army began a large-scale counterattack, and more than half of the national strength of the Southern Kingdom was damaged. If the fight continues, it may lose the wealth saved by the previous monarchs through diligence and thrift.

The envoy sent someone to ask for peace. At that time, Gong He sat on the couch and sneered, "It's too late."

Leading troops from the southern kingdom to the south forced her to take the young emperor to the expedition, and when Gongsun Qin danced the sword to deliver the letter, it was already too late, too late.

Dare to beg her to stop now?

"There is no such reason in the world, what do you think?"

Gong He is writing a pen to reply to Gongsun Qin.

Wars are endless, wars are raging, and family letters are worth ten thousand gold. Over the years, Gongsun Qin has written several letters to Gong He, and Gong He has replied several times, but communication is inconvenient and manpower is scarce, and their contact is getting less and less.

On Gong He's case, on the left is a memorial, on the right is a book teaching the little emperor, and in the middle is a pile of letters, all of which she wrote to Gongsun Qin.

Nan Guo wanted to know more than once what Gong He was afraid of and what could hold her back, but there was no answer.

Perhaps only the little emperor standing beside Gong He at this moment knows.

The little emperor grew taller.

He has grown up and is sensible. Although he doesn't have a father and emperor, his mother, stepmother and concubine taught him very well. He has Li Yutang's bravery in his blood, and he has learned Gong He's cruelty. He has long been able to be alone.

"Queen, go back."

Hearing the little emperor's words, Gong He stopped writing.

"In this final battle, Nanguo will definitely lose. My son has already learned everything my mother taught me. Mother, you should go back to Chang'an first. Mother mother is still waiting for you."

Gong He squeezed the pen holder tightly.

The little emperor understood her very well.

But Gong He still didn't agree after all: "It's the final stage, I'm worried."

Gong He was worried that there would be no final moment when the dust settled.

The little emperor suddenly smiled: "Mother, you are really like Sima Yi in the Three Kingdoms. Fortunately, I am not the emperor of the Southern Kingdom, otherwise I would have died of worry."

Gong He seemed to be in a good mood, so he joked with him for the first time: "I have to be Mr. Zhuge. I was appointed when the army was defeated, and I was ordered to be in danger."

Then she became serious again: "Go and check the arming one last time."

"Yes, mother."

The little emperor left respectfully.

In the last battle, Gong He stood at the top of the city and looked at the battlefield in the distance. Halfway through, he knew that she no longer needed to command.

The Southern Kingdom was defeated, completely defeated, and the last battle they seemed to have carefully planned was nothing more than a stubborn resistance.

Gong He looked at the sky that was dyed red by the light of beacon fire, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, the herald came running from afar: "The empress dowager! The letter from the empress dowager! It's here! The messenger is waiting to receive you!"

Gong He curled his lips into a smile, relieved: "Take me there."

In the past few years, they have sent letters several times, each time, the messengers will receive the best reception from Gong He, and this time is no exception.

Gong He walked in front of the messenger in black, for the first time in her life, she showed a little impatience that did not belong to her.

"Yes, the Empress Dowager."

Gong He quietly waited for the messenger to take out the letter.

The messenger lowered his head, slowly touched into his bosom, to get the letter, but who knew that getting the letter was just a feint, he lowered his head, quickly took out a dagger from his boots, without any hesitation, raised the knife and stabbed Gong He.

Gong He instantly understood.

In fact, Nanguo's last battle, which seemed to be well-prepared, was just a bait, and they were already doomed to lose. What they carefully planned was not to win, but to assassinate the queen, to kill Gong He.