This sand sculpture of heaven

He paused, furrowed his eyebrows, and said with a serious face: "I'm sorry, your life grid is Tianzhu Star, this is a life grid that will lead to war, you still don't want to join the army." "

At this time, Marshal Liangqing, who is also the Tianzhu Star Destiny, passed by here.

Yueyong looked at Marshal Liangqing of the Tianzhu Star Destiny, then at himself, and then at the officer.

Yue Yongxin said: Your double standard is too obvious, isn't it?

Over there, Marshal Liangqing glanced at Yueyong meaningfully, and the light in his eyes was uncertain.

Sensing keenly that someone was watching him, Tsukinaga raised his chin and saw Marshal Ryokei patrolling not far away. The two looked at each other silently in mid-air, and Yueyong felt strange, so he turned his face away.

"Let him join the army and be responsible for sorting out the paperwork at the military aircraft department. Marshal Liangqing instructed the officer.

"Thank you Marshal Liangqing for your success. Yueyong bent down and thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

Marshal Liangqing put his hands behind his back, his eyes were faint, and he nodded silently at him.

Ten years later, in the eyes of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, a major event happened in Heavenly Court, and he suddenly couldn't contact Yueyong!

In the past ten years, he has been guarding the junction of fairies and demons - the Flame Mountain Range, and has never left, all because the demon world is eager to try and frequently attack.

Tsukiyong, on the other hand, worked in the Military Aircraft Division of the Heavenly Court, where he was responsible for receiving, collating, and sending war documents, in short, he assumed the role of a secretary.

The two have not seen each other for ten years, and they look at each other in autumn, and they can only use the Xuanqingniao to pass books every day to talk about lovesickness.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince treasured the love letters sent to him by Tsukinaga in a small wooden box, and took them out to read them repeatedly when he had free time after the war.

Browse the latest small red letters, the words on it are clear and elegant, graceful and graceful, and read:

Dear Guanyu,

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, are you okay on the front line?

When the war is raging, I miss you all the time. I miss the fights with you in the Qintian Courtyard, fighting monsters in the mortal world to upgrade and subduing demons and eliminating demons, those golden days often make me have endless memories.

You're going to miss me, right? When you miss me, you can put my shell puppet out and play with him, talk, play cards, or whatever.

May the war end soon, and you come back soon.

Ten years of time, like a river that is reluctant to flow eastward day and night, flows slowly. When the fairy came back to his senses, ten years had passed, and it seemed to be a flick of a finger.

In addition to telling each other about their lovesickness, the two also talked about their progress. Their strength, one is at the Upper God level, the other is at the Junsheng level, after ten years of training, they have already accumulated rich practical experience.

On the prince's side, ten years of war experience make him calm and calm in the face of danger, quite a general, and worthy of the identity of a candidate for the emperor.

Yueyong's side, he is already comfortable in the rear of the Heavenly Court, and he is deeply liked by the Queen of Heaven. Yue Lao is the old man who raised him, watching him work hard, and he stroked his beard with satisfaction.

When the time came when everything was silent and the night gods were quiet, the prince and Yueyong each lay on their beds, sending lovesickness from afar.

The prince played with the Qianyuanzi sword, reminiscing about the past and nostalgic for the days when he lived in Snow Mountain Village with Yueyong. There is yellow hair hanging down, chickens and dogs singing each other, and there is a kind of quiet years that are different from the fast-paced heavenly court.

Putting down the Qianyuanzi sword and pillowing his head with his hands, he especially missed the time when he killed the second princess of the East China Sea with Limai, that night, he wore a big red wedding dress with Limai, who had been hit by an aphrodisiac, and he completed the gift of Duke Zhou with her. In the bottom of his heart, he has regarded Limai as his wife.

The prince's warm and lustrous lips hooked a shallow smile, and his blue eyes looked directly at the top of the tent with a smile, and his handsome cheeks glowed with a charming look.

And Yueyong, lying on his bed before going to bed, his slender white fingers rubbing the black bracer lock heart, this was a gift from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. As soon as she thought of this, her pupils like black glass beads moved slightly, recalling the wonderful times when she was a student in Qintianyuan.

In two places, the same bright full moon hangs high in the night, as if the flowers are falling from people.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I ...... in my heart

One day, at dusk, there was a light like a bean in the tent, and the prince was writing today's third letter to Yueyong with a rat whisker brush in his hand.

In his understanding, Yueyong was very abnormal today, and as he used to be, he would reply to the prince as soon as he received the letter. But today, he did not reply. There is no news, and it is him.

This made him a little anxious and uneasy, and he looked solemn and took up the pen to write a letter:

Dear Tsukiyong,

Seeing words is like seeing people. I'm fine, it's just that I'm nervous and monotonous on the front.

The cruel war washes away the lead, and life and death torment everyone who loves life.

This is the third letter I have written to you today, and if you receive it, please write back to me immediately. Are you being delayed by something? Is there anything that will keep you from writing back to me?

Please soothe my restless heart.

An hour passed, two hours passed, and three hours passed...... The crown prince did not receive any reply from Yueyong.

At this time, he was standing suspended in mid-air, his sword eyebrows raised, and his face was tense.

The flaming mountain range in the distance was towering and towering, stretching for dozens of miles, and the flames were blazing, and the flames went straight to the bullfight.

The orange firelight reflected his angular face, his white armor reflected the firelight, and after staying on the front line for a long time, he had the aura of murder that only a god of war could have.

His eyes were lonely and vast, overlooking the junction of fairies and demons, where the flames stretched for dozens of miles. He pondered two questions.

The first is, why didn't Yueyong reply to him in time?

The second is that in this war, the demon realm will do its best to fight, as for it? Although the pure qi of the fairy realm prolongs life, if it is obtained at the expense of the lives of the same clan, it will not be worth the loss.

Regarding the second question, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, changing places, empathy, maybe he is also like the Demon Emperor, he wants to attack the fairy world, wants to clear his qi, and wants to prolong his life.

"Prince, you've been here for a long time, go back and rest and recuperate. "

I don't know when, the god of war quietly appeared behind the prince, he looked heroic and sonorous, and walked towards the prince.

The crown prince suddenly looked back, his eyes flashed, he muttered for a long time, and said, "God of War, I want to take leave and go back, I haven't been back to Heaven for ten years." "

"Your request is very reasonable, then I will approve you for a day off. The god of war pondered for a moment and gave the answer the prince wanted.

After speaking, the prince's blue eyes burst out with excitement, and his heart was already excited. He didn't tell the god of war the real purpose of his trip, he was worried that the god of war would think that his children were in love.

In fact, now the two immortals and demons are facing each other across the Flame Mountain Range, and they are in a relatively peaceful state. The Flaming Mountain Range stretched for dozens of miles, and it was a natural barrier between the two realms.

If you don't return to Heaven at this time, when will you stay?

The prince turned into a shadow and left.

Heavenly Court, Moon Old Pavilion.

At this time, it was an ugly time, and the Yuelao Pavilion was brightly lit, and everything was silent.

As soon as Prince Fang stepped into the Yuelao Pavilion, he was shocked to realize that the atmosphere was wrong. At this point in time, shouldn't they be sleeping soundly? Why are they leaning on the Huanghuali chair one by one, looking sad?

That's not the point, the point is, the moon is never there.

"It's His Royal Highness the Prince. There is a long way to go. Yue Lao slowly stood up, his cloudy eyes lost their light, and he led the people of Yue Lao Pavilion to bend down and salute.

"You don't have to be polite. Please. The prince raised the wrist of the old man like a withered branch, and his expression was a little hasty.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition, and his eyelids were pounding. The old moon in front of me has only been seen for ten years, and he has become old like this!

"Old Yue, where has Yueyong gone?" the prince asked anxiously.

Hearing this, Yue Lao turned his face away and let out a long sigh, and a teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye. He said: "Yueyong was accused of stealing military secrets, and Marshal Liangqing took someone to his bedroom to check, and actually found the military secrets. "

"You mean he's in the prison of God's mourning now?" the prince asked again.

Yue Lao wrinkled the center of his eyebrows into a Sichuan character pattern, he turned his face, looked directly at the prince, and said in an old voice: "He was sentenced to be burned at the stake, and he will be executed immediately." He's gone. Alas......

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