Queen Flower - Chapter 265

Jiang Lan approached step by step, Murong Jian waited step by step.

In any case, she knew that she didn’t want to die because she couldn’t bear it.

Suddenly, the two of them moved almost at the same time.

Jiang Lan waved out the cloth strip in his left hand, rolled up the box at once, pulled it away from his hand, and quickly retracted it.

Murong Jian didn’t grab the box from his hand, but with a slight movement of his wrist, three sleeve arrows suddenly flew out of his wide long sleeves. They were fast and powerful. They came straight towards her, and they were actually dark crossbows.

At such a close distance, Jiang Lan’s waist was leaned back, bent into an arc, the first sharp arrow flashed past, the right hand was in the air, the second arrow was caught in the fingertips, but the third arrow that followed, no matter what. No way to escape.

The sound of breaking the air came, and there seemed to be a heart-piercing cry in her ears, and she was suddenly thrown down by a warm body, the muffled sound of arrows piercing her body, and the hot liquid began spread.

“Aman, Aman, how are you?” The man in black jumped onto the palace wall and immediately ran to the two lying on the ground.

Jiang Lan’s palms were wet, and when she lifted it up in front of her eyes, it was full of red blood.

There was a person lying on her body, and the arrow crossbow was inserted into his back.

Jiang Lan got up, took him in his arms, and looked at Shao’s young and handsome face.

The boy’s hand tightly clasped hers, and there was relief in his eyes, “Sister… You see, I can also… I can also protect you…”

“Don’t talk, don’t talk.” Jiang Lan’s tears flowed out of his eyes, and he shouted loudly, “Xia Henqiu, Xia Henqiu, come quickly…” The voice stopped abruptly, and then realized that Xia Henqiu was not there either. .

His chest was red and bright, and the arrow pierced through his chest, exactly where his heart was, and she burst into tears. The hand that held him was shaking violently.

“I…like you…like…” His eyes were slack, he began to convulse, convulsed, breathing weakly, and the hand that held her gradually weakened until he let go and drooped.

“Cheng Chen, Cheng Chen…” Jiang Lan hugged his young body tightly, crying bitterly.

She is still waiting to send him back to the heaven after the war. He should have a good life, his life has just begun. How come this is so? How come this is so? It was just a child she rescued by accident, and she died for her in the end, why not let her die.

Blood wanton. Tears flow.

War is cruel not because it kills a lot of people, but because it kills the people around you.

You can safely accept the death of others and comfort yourself with the righteousness of the country, but you can’t face the death of someone close to you indifferently, because that is the person you face day and night.

Jiang Lan felt that he couldn’t take it any longer. She raised her head and looked at Murong Jian resentfully, “It’s all you.”

Xiao Yan pulled out the Hengyue knife, but was pulled by Jiang Lan. She carefully put down Cheng Chen’s body, stood up with all her might, and held the knife that had snatched him in her hand. Looking at the man in front of him, he just wanted to cut him in half.

Murong Jian stood by the city wall and looked at her indifferently. “It’s normal for dead people, look at how many people died.” He pointed to the outside of the palace wall and waved his long sleeves, “Why are you fighting? Why do you have to restore the old rules? This world is really unfair, why? You women can be so affectionate. Why should a dignified man suffer such grievances, I just want to be single-minded. I am the emperor, I am the **** of honor, what can’t I do?”

“Are you single-minded now?” Jiang Lan said coldly, “What do the women in your harem say?”

Murong Jian turned pale and said loudly, “But I lost the one I wanted the most, I just want to get her back.”

He was lost and kept murmuring, “I just want to get her back.” He turned around, and suddenly jumped down from the city wall. After the dull crash, only a mess was left.

The setting sun beat and struggled in the west, and finally fell, the sky suddenly dimmed, and half of the moon had climbed up the branches in the east.

Jiang Lan stood blankly on the city wall for a while, and Xiao Yan stood silently behind her.

In the twilight, a large number of Eredivisie soldiers gathered from all over the place, and there were gradually countless heads under the city wall.

Many were dead, but many more were alive, looking up at her, covered in blood, with broken limbs, but the young faces were all excited and cheering, and they had won.

Yan Zhan and Murong Xiling rode out from the palace gate, and Chu Qingcheng and Shangguanhong were coming from a distance.

“We won.” Jiang Lan said loudly.

“Long live the Queen!” The voice from under the city wall rose in a mighty voice, resounding through the sky and skyward.

Murong Jian is dead, a chaotic era has ended, and the era of the Queen of Honor has finally come again.

She won the final victory, but she also lost important people.

Jiang Lan burst into tears, I hope there will never be another war.

A few days later, all the affairs of Xijing City returned to normal, the battlefield was cleaned up, and the palace was completely new, and there was no trace of war.

The only thing to wait for is the enthronement ceremony of the queen, the new queen of the country, and the entire people of the country are looking forward to it.

Jiang Lan was sitting on the high tower in the palace, playing with the jade seal in his hand.

This is the highest place in Xijing, and it was originally used for the emperor’s leisure.

She raised her eyes and looked around, overlooking the whole city. It was really picturesque, and it was her country, the world she built with her own hands.

No, it’s not her country, it’s the master’s country, it’s Murong Xiling’s world, and she has even drawn up the edict of Zen.

What does she want the country for?

She wanted to go home, but she couldn’t let it go, it was a dilemma.

Xia Henqiu, is he still alive?

The regret and sadness in my heart are like a tide, and it is filled out.

She wanted to leave this world with a clear conscience, but now she owes him.

He said that he was not only for her, but also for respecting the country, but it was for this reason that she would never forget him in this life.

If she chooses to go home now, will she have no regrets for the rest of her life?

She stroked the crystal jade seal, confused and hesitant.

Xiao Yan stood under the tower, looking up at her, tangled in pain.

He really wanted to destroy the temple, really.

After attacking the palace that day, he stood in front of the temple and wanted to throw all the incendiary in it. As long as a fire was raging, she would be left in this world and by his side forever.

He could let her never know who destroyed the temple, because anything could happen during a war.

But he struggled for a long time and didn’t do anything.

This is Ah Man’s dream, the direction she is striving for, and he doesn’t want to make her sad and regretful.

Only her choice is the final result.

Jiang Lan saw Xiao Yan from the tower, looked at him silently, looked at each other silently, and suddenly jumped down from the top.

Xiao Yan didn’t even think about it, he jumped up and stretched out his arms to catch the person who fell in the air and hug him in his arms.

“Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan…” Jiang Lan buried his face in his chest, wrapped his arms around his waist, and kept calling his name in a low voice, so reluctant to part.

Xiao Yan didn’t say anything, just lowered his head and rubbed the top of her head with his lips, but his strong arms hugged her tightly, how he wished to embed her in his body and never be separated.

Aman, Aman, what would I do without you? How to do?