Immortal Voices

Outside of Zijun, the Emperor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty stood with her hands behind her, and there were people from the Jin Dynasty such as Jia Shiqi.

"The battle has already begun," the Empress condemned, looking at the beast stinging in the void.

She looked down at the child near her leg, and her voice eased a little. She said, "You don't have to be afraid. You have already promised that Emperor Ji will take care of you, and never say anything."

Rong Hao didn't look at her. His eyes fell on the black soldier in the distance, only to feel that there was a kind of pride in his chest.

This is the soldier of Rongguo and the future of Rongguo.

For some reason, looking at the million soldiers, Rong Hao felt that some of the depression that had been suppressed in the soul disappeared.

His small face was full of earnestness: "Mother Queen will win."

Instead of telling the child's innocence, Sima Yijun said, "You have confidence in Emperor Xun."

Rong Hao shook his head: "I have confidence in Rong Guo's people."

He laughed slowly, obviously childish, but those eyes seemed to flash a bright light, like the winter night moonlight shining on the thick snow layer, and in the cold with senran, like a peerless **** The soldier was about to break through.

Sima Yijun frowned, and then returned to God to frown slightly.

Is it an illusion?

At that moment, she seemed to see the figure of the sword emperor in the child, and that sentence was like the sword emperor telling her decisively.

In the Ganjingtai Temple, the black sheath sword enshrined on the throne of the emperor shook again.

However, this time the shock was slight but rapid, and there was implicitly Jianming.

Before it was discovered, the sword went silent again.

On the other side, the emperor's calm water-like eyes filled with layers of waves, irresistibly recalling the sword emperor.

The corner of her mouth evoked a bitter arc. Is it because she misses the talent too much and thinks that a child looks like the person, or does the person with the blood of that person gradually move closer to that person?

The empress raised her head and blinked, letting the wetness in her eyes dissipate.

She may not be able to let go of the nine-footed palace prince who was amazed and worshiped by Wan Jian.

Rong Hao didn't know what she thought, and her eyes were focused downward.

After returning to the present world, he realized that he could do too little.

Regardless of his age or his strength, he is powerless in the face of such situations.

He raised his head with a small face and looked at the Empress, faintly thoughtful.

It's time to figure out how to get stronger and develop his strength.

Maybe he needs a ladder?

The empress did not know that she was being followed by her sweetheart, and she still missed her sweetheart with a slight anxiety.

Until the sun rose above her, Jia Shiqi couldn't help reminding: "Your Majesty, we should go."

The Empress returned to God, reconciled the mood she had been laissez-faire today, and restored the proud and noble honor.

She nodded and said, "Hold the little boy and we will return."

"No." Jia Shiqi responded immediately.

She stepped forward to Rong Hao, squatted down and said, "Little boy, we're leaving."

Rong Hao looked up at the shuttle car suddenly flying in the sky and asked, "If I went to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, would I have to wait to grow up to come back?"

Jia Shiqi nodded softly and said, "Of course, after all, the little boy is not afraid of danger when he grows up."

The empress calmly said: "You can also choose to stay in Eastern Jin."

When the words fell, Rong Hao raised his head and looked at him seriously, and said seriously: "If the Eastern Jin Dynasty encounters the crisis of national ruin, I will choose to stay."

As for what to do, this benevolent sees it.

Female Emperor: "..." A little conscience!

It is indeed the blood of Emperor Emperor, as long as he speaks so unpleasantly.

She flicked her sleeves, and the man was already on board.

Jia Shiqi reached out and held Rong Hao in her arms, followed closely behind.

A stream of light passed by and the shuttle car headed east.

Rong Xian, who remained in the army, seemed to feel something, looking up at the sky.

"Doctor Veratrum?" Li Yunhu called in confusion.

He looked up at the sky. There was nothing, and how he attracted His Majesty so much.

Rong Xian turned around, chuckled, and said, "I just saw Phoenix flying."

Li Yunhu was surprised: "Really?"

He stretched his neck and looked at the sky. After a moment, his eyes were hazy and he said, "This sun is a bit dazzling, I can't see clearly."

Rong Xian pursed her lips, hiding the smile from her eyes.

She looked at the five hundred people in front of her and asked, "Where's the commander?"

Li Yunhu gave a cough, and Ai Ai said, "The commander is dealing with military affairs and can't make time."

Rong Xian said slowly: "The original command of the commander is certainly not the case."

Li Yunhu blurted out: "How do you know?"

Rong Xian smiled at him with a pure smile: "I guessed right."

Li Yunhu twitched his lips, and immediately pursed his lips.

Rong Xian didn't care about Bai Muchen's original words, anyway, it wouldn't be so euphemistic.

In fact, Bai Muchen was bitter in heart. In the face of such a willful Majesty, he could not fight or curse, but he also had to pay attention at all times to avoid being ridiculed by the emperor, and try hard to suppress his emotions, not to get angry.

He simply didn't see it, he didn't step forward.

Now sitting in the big account, leisurely handling business affairs, it seems that this decision is not bad?

Rong Xian managed his robes and ordered Li Yunhu: "Let these five hundred soldiers change their clothes and enter Zi County in batches."

Li Yunhu didn't answer immediately, he felt that His Majesty's order was a little whimsical.

Although the army surrounded Zijun, there were still generals guarding the city and 50,000 soldiers and horses. The moat was opened, and even flies could not get in. How could so many of them go in?

Rong Xian looked at the sky, and said unpredictably: "Go and tell them to prepare for them and then enter the city in the evening."

Li Yunhu thought that His Majesty was a bit ridiculous, but His Majesty's order could not be ignored.

After all, when His Majesty ran into a wall, he knew that this matter was not desirable.

If the Zijun was so good to go in, the marshal would have led his army in.

In Zijun, Rong Hong, who had been with Tongzhou, walked out from behind Tongzhou.

Tong Zhou's face was expressionless and motionless, and Fu Yuhuang did not see it.

Rong Hong quickly entered the crowd and disappeared in front of several people.

In the East Garden of Junshoufu, Rong Hong looked at the guard at the door, and timidly went up and said, "Uncle, is my father here, I'll look for him."

The guard met such a small child for the first time, and this child came to find his father.

He looked subtle: "What's your father's name?"

Rong Yu smiled like a little angel, and said in a serious babble: "His name is Zhao Hu. Dad said he would come back to find me and his mother when they had a chance to live, but I waited for a long time with my mother."

The guard looked strangely behind her, empty.

"Where's your mother?" The guard asked.

Rong Xian was right with her fingers and said ignorantly, "Aunt said that the mother burnt."

The guard twitched his face and realized that the child's mother had died.