The First-Class Medical Princess

Since I can't experience the suffering, but only know the peace that others have paid so much to protect, I naturally only know that there is such a lively atmosphere in the spring of March, not the solemn atmosphere when the general is sent off for the expedition.

Su Yunchu was naturally among the crowd. She didn't want to come today. Although she had been having conflicts in her heart and was hesitant between coming and not coming, she was finally pulled out by Zhao Zhiyun, calling it a gift for her fiancé. Farewell, standing among the crowd on the long street.

Murong Yuan came out from the imperial city, together with him, and some generals who accompanied him to the Northern Expedition. Early in the morning, Emperor Yongye led his group of ministers to see off the generals of the Northern Expedition on the square in front of the Jinluan Hall. At this moment, Murong Yuan was wearing the same black war robe as he usually does, even the war horse that followed him all year round was also black.

A tall and tall man, wearing armor and holding a sharp edge, sitting on a war horse, came slowly from the imperial city. Su Yunchu had never seen Murong Yuan wearing a battle robe before, but looking at him like this, he was not the same as him. What she had imagined in her heart was not much different, it was so natural, so compatible, maybe after many years of fighting, Su Yunchu felt that the suit of the battle robe matched Murong Yuan so well, it seemed that his whole life should be Just put on that suit.

However, she didn't want him to wear a battle robe all his life.

The whole body is dark, only those eyes are strange blue, and the expression is cold and resolute. Such Murong Yuan walked out from the palace gate of the imperial city and stood among the crowd. Su Yunchu suddenly felt that the terrifying expression of a hellish Shura, could it be that Murong Yuan with such an image had actually made the soldiers of Beiliang regard him as a demon?

That figure, the one on top of the tall horse, walked towards Su Yunchu's direction like a hero who came from the sky. Su Yunchu remembered what Murong Yuan said, he didn't like white, only black, as dark as black iron. Shen's color suits him.

At that time, Su Yunchu was slightly puzzled by what Murong Yuan said. It wasn't until yesterday that she understood why Murong Yuan said that.

Because only such a dull color can bury everything.

However, at this moment, looking at Murong Yuan, Su Yunchu actually felt that perhaps, perhaps, the silver-white battle robe was suitable for Murong Yuan. He was resolute and cold, combining silver-white and ice-blue eyes, he was born in nine days. The god of war below, with immortal, evil, and devilish aura.

However, when she was still staring at the man above the black horse, the horse was getting closer and closer to her. Su Yunchu was not crowded in the crowd, she was even far away from the crowd. Behind the crowd, they could only quietly watch Murong Yuan walking over the palace gate and heading towards the city gate.

But when the war horse walked to the street in front of Su Yunchu's position, the war horse hissed, snorted, and stopped. The man on the horse stopped there, and turned his head towards Su Yunchu. Looking over, the two pairs of eyes faced each other across the lively crowd, and the original coldness turned into warmth.

The people who were watching were already surprised by the horses that stopped suddenly, and even more surprised by Murong Yuan who stopped suddenly and looked behind the crowd. Therefore, the original excitement seemed to be affected by something at this time, Qi Qi Stopped, the bustling market, starting from this place, gradually quieted down, the people all turned their heads and followed Murong Yuan's line of sight.

Behind the crowd, the woman with a gentle smile looked straight at the ice-blue eyes of the man on the horse, with a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth, peaceful and peaceful, but it made people feel stubborn and tenacious.