The 60th day of the war between Beili and Daliang.

Beili and the Zhao army finally met in front of the Daliang capital.

Facing the strong attack of Beili, the Zhao army and Liang were destroyed were a foregone conclusion.

With the horse standing in front of Liangdu, General Gongsun was a little dazed. Daliang, which had always been evenly matched with the Northern Region, would be broken in just two months.

In my heart, I was even more amazed at the ability of Her Majesty the Queen to plan and win a thousand miles.

At this moment, only a group of defeated soldiers were left to guard Liangdu.

Emperor Liang wore a helmet and armor, and fought in front of the city.

At the last moment when the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, the Emperor of Daliang did not choose to escape, but chose to fight the enemy to the end.

Above the city wall, the beam was wearing a red dress and beating a drum to help.

"kill!"

General Gongsun gave the order.

The army of both sides is like a torrent of interweaving.

Blood was everywhere, covering up the prosperity of Liangdu in the past, leaving only tragic heroism.

Under the blood-stained sky, there was a man quietly sitting at the corner of the city wall with countless corpses, sitting on the pile of corpses, looking at the golden swords and iron horses under the city.

Looking at the drum beater in red, Liang Hou, who was naturally charming but firm, and the murderous and fierce Empress Zhao under the city.

Both of them were descendants of the same dynasty, the fate of Empress Liang and Empress Zhao was completely different.

Lu Nianli arranged the spotless easel.

In the past, the beauties he painted were in a relatively peaceful environment and had never had such a grief and anger.

Women on the battlefield can indeed make people feel different.

Looking at Empress Zhao and Empress Liang with a confrontation, both women have their own distinct colors.

The struggles between the dynasty are ruthless. They are born in the secular world and can only be fought for by themselves. Empress Zhao was born in a weak dynasty, but she is lucky than later Liang.

Lu Nianli holds his pen and draws.

The scroll is divided into two halves from the inclined surface. One is dressed in red and beats the drum with pale bottom, and the other is dressed in white and kills the enemy with blood.

Pale is the main style of Queen Liang and a constraint on her destiny.

He was wearing a red dress and beating drum to break through the shackles of fate, but he could not resist the general trend.

Bright Hong is Empress Zhao's life journey. She seems to have broken through the fate, but she is just blocked by another layer of fate.

A white dress was finally stained with blood.

The battlefield of wars is full of fire, the roar of the winner, the roar of the loser, the clanging sound of the interweaving iron tools, the whine of heaven and earth caused by the master of martial arts...

Everything was captured by Lu Nianli and decorated into the painting.

The war is getting more and more intense.

The brush in Lu Nianli's hand was getting slower and slower.

His heart had already entered another world, and the bloody battlefield was just gray and white in his eyes, only the red and white women were as bright as light.

Time passes by little by little.

With every stroke and a stroke, the war has come to an end.

Emperor Liang was cut off his head by General Gongsun, proclaiming the destruction of the ridge.

However, this is not worth Lu Nianli's extra glance. In his eyes, Emperor Liang has never been a threat. His eyes were all concentrated on the two lines of blood and tears flowing from behind the Liang Dynasty.

The posture of Queen Liang's death! The sound of war drums that sounded the last sound! It is the last stroke of this painting, its soul!

The last stroke fell.

Lu Nianli felt that the mysterious power in his body had been slightly improved again, unlike before the Creation Realm, which could only guess with vague induction.

After entering the realm of creation, the spiritual power is increased. Each painting can have a clear perception.

Of course, this point of improvement is still far from breaking through.

Put down the brush and put away the scroll. Lu Nianli looked at the back of the bloody and tears in the main city.

Queen Liang also noticed his gaze. Even though she had never met her, she recognized Lu Nianli's identity at first sight. Her gaze suddenly became fierce and she spat at the latter far away.

Looking back at Lu Nianli, his eyes were filled with contempt and disdain.

Lu Nianli didn't care at all and grinned.

As the "culprit" who destroyed Daliang, it is normal for Liang Queen to hate him, but this will not affect his victorious mentality.

Liang Hou's eyes turned down again.

With the fall of Emperor Liang, the Daliang army was completely defeated. Queen Liang smiled bitterly and took off the sharp sword hanging beside the war drum. A sharp sword light flashed by.

Blood-stained red clothes fell down from the city wall.

Lu Nianli was still sitting in the corner of the city wall, watching calmly. If he wanted to stop the beam, it would be simpler, but that would be meaningless.

This situation may happen many times in the future.

It was not until this moment that General Gongsun and Zhao Hou, who were leading the city, saw Lu Nianli carrying a picture on the top of the city.

Both of them were shocked and bowed to pay their respects, "I've seen the prince."

"No gift."

Lu Nianli waved his hand, "You are busy, I happened to come over and take a look, and draw the final scene of the setting sun like blood and the beauty."

The more than 100,000 troops of the Zhao Dynasty looked up at the unruly figure of the city wall, whom they respected the most, and their eyes were full of envy.

Empress Zhao jumped, flew to the top of the city, knelt on one knee, and bowed again.

"Your Highness, the Daliang has been destroyed. Can you still count what you promised me?"

"Of course!" Lu Nianli smiled and said, "I see Empress Zhao's governance talent. In terms of talent in governing the world, you can rank among the top five among the queens of the hundred dynasties."

"Thank you for your appreciation!"

Empress Zhao was not proud of Lu Nianli's praise, but instead buried her head lower and maintained an extremely humble attitude.

She knew exactly what she wanted and what position she was in.

Only by showing enough loyalty and ability can you get the reward of the Your Highness in front of you.

"Since you want to perform so much, I will give you this opportunity."

Lu Nianli took out a piece of white paper, wrote a few lines of words, and handed it to Zhao Hou, "When the army returns to the court, you will hand this letter to His Majesty the Queen, and she will naturally give you the title of Marquis.

No matter what you have in the past, as long as you loyally help Beili to expand territory, Beili will give you whatever you want."

Queen Zhao held the letter paper and said, "Thank you Your Highness to give me the gift."

In Beili, the words of the prince in front of him were like imperial edicts.

Lu Nianli ignored Empress Zhao anymore, jumped down from the high wall, and landed steadily beside General Gongsun. "General Gongsun, I will leave the matter of taking over Daliang to you."

General Gongsun said respectfully: "The last general will do it safely."

Lu Nianli patted his shoulder, "Don't care about how you rectify me, but the streets of the flower building are kept for me. I want to build a Moon Chasing Tower there."

"I will understand it."

General Gongsun responded with a smile that as one of Beili's veterans, he was obviously used to Lu Nianli's style.

Other princes are thinking about how to fight for power and take control of power, but their princes are thinking about Daxing brothels all day long, which is ridiculous.

Fortunately, it was not the prince who ascended the throne at the beginning, otherwise he would have really been 'Bei Li from now on'.

In a trance, Lu Nianli was riding a horse away alone.

...

A small town not far from the border of Daliang.

In the inn, Young Master Lei from the Baichao Chamber of Commerce was resting, and a flying letter fell into his room.

He took the Feixin and revealed:

"Daliang has been destroyed, Emperor Liang died in battle, and Queen Liang died."

Seeing this line of news, Young Master Lei was not surprised, but the line below surprised him, "The word Beili is shoulder to shoulder with Wang Lu Nianli appeared at the head of Liangdu City on the same day."

Young Master Lei narrowed his eyes and looked into the direction of the beam through the window.

"Lu Nianli, is it really you?"

"Shura Sword! Soul Destroying Guest! How many masters are hidden by your side?"

After an endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly got up from the bed.

He breathed fresh air in his mouth, and his chest trembled.

Confused and puzzled, all kinds of emotions surged into my heart.
To be continued...