Fengxian Pavilion.

It was divided into two courtyards, the outer courtyard had been broken by 50,000 rebels, and the rebels frantically poured into the inner courtyard, and the 10,000 Yulin army lost 4,000 people.

The remaining 6,000 Yulin troops were all retreating in the inner courtyard at the moment, desperately resisting the 50,000 rebels who were still attacking frantically.

The palace maids in Fengxian Pavilion were all trembling with fear at this time.

They are just some ordinary palace maids, who usually don't even have a chance to see blood, where have they seen such bloody scenes, they are constantly running to the center of Fengxian Pavilion to gather.

In the center, there is the small pavilion on that side, that is, the place where the 'Shangxian Niangniang' lives.

These palace maids did not dare to enter the small courtyard of the pavilion, but stayed outside the small pavilion in a hurry, and looked at the fight outside the inner courtyard with a disgraced face.

"It's in!"

"Run!"

"The rebels are in!"

“......”

From afar... There was a terrible scream, and these palace maids outside the small pavilion could also be seen from a distance, and the Yulin army guarding the Fengxian Pavilion was being chased and killed frantically.

The guard circle in the inner courtyard is also shrinking wildly.

Once the inner courtyard misses... These Yu Lin Wei will use the small pavilion of 'Shangxian Niangniang' as a place to die!

And their last line of defense!

These palace maids are all panicked, they want to run, but they don't know how to run, they can't retreat... If you retreat again, you have to enter the residence of the 'Shangxian Niangniang'.

"Come in. ”

At that moment, the door behind them suddenly opened.

After the door opened, he was dressed plainly and had a gentle smile on his face. Song Lan's appearance did not get older, but looked a lot younger.

Originally, when he was in the Yunshui Realm, Song Lan's appearance was superior, although he was in his forties, he looked like he was in his early thirties.

And at this moment, it looks like he is twenty-five or sixteen years old at most, but the temperament on his body, the gentle smile in his eyes, and the meaning of an elder.

"Mother, no!"

"Yes, mother, go inside!"

"As long as we are alive, we will not let the rebels hurt half a cent!"

“............”

These palace maids did not rush in to escape for their lives, but instead said something completely different from the frightened look on their faces.

Sixteen years... They are in this Fengxian Pavilion, they are the first time... It is seen as a person.

'Shangxian Niangniang' has a noble status, and even His Majesty has to salute her, but she has never regarded these palace maids as lowly people.

"Come on in. ”

Song Lan just smiled, stepped forward and grabbed the hand of the nearest palace maid, and pulled her into the door while the palace maid was stunned.

As soon as the other palace maids saw this scene, they were stunned and all of them poured in, and hundreds of palace maids filled the small garden of this small pavilion at once.

"!"

There were palace maids, and the tears of emotion fell, and they knelt down towards Song Lan without saying anything, and the rest of the palace maids also knelt on the ground one by one, crying with tears.

Song Lan was soft-hearted, and when he saw these girls who were about the same age as Qin Chuxue, he raised his hand and stroked the head of the palace maid kneeling in front of him, and couldn't help but think of his daughter.

'Light snow... I don't know where you are now, how are you doing, will it be cold, will you be hungry...'

From outside this small pavilion, soon there was a noisy sound of swords, fighting, screaming, and staggered sounds, which entered the pavilion, and frightened these palace maids covered their ears and turned pale.

It was at this time that the door... Suddenly it was knocked.

Suddenly, the palace maids in the courtyard were all trembling with fright, but Song Lan was not nervous, and stepped forward very quietly and slowly opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged general was greeted with a solemn expression on his face, and the armor on his body was already stained red with blood.

Iron Will, that's it.

"The last general Zhao Qian, see Shangxian Niangniang!"

Zhao Qian, the general of Yulin, knelt down on one knee towards Song Lan and saluted, and quickly stood up after saluting.

"Mother, don't worry, as long as I, Zhao Qian, are still standing, I won't let the rebels step into this place for half a step!"

After saying this, without waiting for Song Lan's slightest words, Zhao Qian turned around and stepped out of the door, the sword in his hand... Blood dripping down!

It was the blood of the rebels.

The reason why he slammed the door to meet Song Lan was just to make sure that Song Lan was not injured.

"The Yulin Army listens to the order!"

Zhao Qian stood outside the door and raised the long sword in his hand.

On his left and right... It was the only remaining 1,300 Yulin Army, and the rest of the 8,700 people were all killed in the battle just now.

"In!"

"In!"

"In!!"

“......！”

1,300 Yulin troops, all stained with blood, 50,000 against 10,000 just now, and it was a hard fight, such a battle, there were no injuries, many of them were missing arms and legs and stood supporting each other, but their eyes were full of fearlessness.

If the war has reached this point, what kind of retreat is still talked about, it is all nonsense!

Lao Tzu has a cheap life, and if you want it, you can exchange it for your life!

"Horse leather shroud, swear to death!"

"Die and never retreat!"

“......！”

All the swords of the Yulin Army were lit in front of them, and their eyes were glowing with murderous intent, looking at the 50,000 rebels who were constantly approaching.

These 50,000 rebels, all of them are well-prepared, complete troops, all of them are heavy armored soldiers who are not afraid of cutting, wearing heavy armor, holding a halberd of two meters eight, and marching forward in unison, every step falling on the ground is a shock, and a round of killing is enough to kill thousands of Yulin troops who are in a hurry to fight, and it is not at all comparable to these Yulin remnants in front of them.

The palace maids in the small pavilion, looking at this scene outside, were all infected by Yulin Jun's intention to die, and even Song Lan couldn't help but have a little red in his eyes.

I sighed in my heart...

She didn't want these people to shed any more blood for her.

At this moment, a wild laugh came out, and from the 50,000 rebels, a ten-meter-wide passage was away.

A gorgeous sedan chair pulled by eight horses, the wheels rolling in.

Standing at the front of the sedan chair is a middle-aged man wearing a golden robe with an open chest, and a graceful beauty with a light veil and a man with blood in his left and right hands on his left and right hands.

Zheng Jian had a fine smile in his eyes, looking at Song Lan standing in the pavilion door, his eyes couldn't help but shine... In my heart, I was amazed, sixteen years... It's getting younger and younger.

As soon as he thought of this, his heart suddenly itched, and he couldn't help pinching the snow peaks under the light veils of the beauties on both sides, and the two beauties could only pretend to enjoy it and let out a few low moans, for fear that Zheng Jian would be angry and dare not eat the pain.

(End of chapter)