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Section 18
Under his nose, can this Dongyun man survive? So he nodded and agreed.
Yan Changqing took the bow and arrow and pulled the bow without hesitation. The arrow pointed at Helian Rongchuan's heart.
Helian Rongchuan felt a shock in his heart and couldn't help taking a half step forward. He couldn't believe it and said, "Changqing-you?"
Yan Changqing pressed his lips tightly, without saying a word, his face was as pale as paper, and he pulled his bow and arrow motionlessly. In the eyes that were as clear as black mercury, faint waves floated.
No one noticed that Yan Changqing, the famous Yan Changqing, the first archer of the country of Yan who had passed Yang with a hundred steps, was trembling with his bow fingers at this time.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Helian Rongchuan seemed to suddenly understand something, and the shock on his face was replaced by a sad smile. He bowed his head and sighed, looking reluctantly at Yan Changqing's expressionless face.
It turned out that at the end, he still failed to warm up this piece of ice. Everything is his wishful thinking.
Helian Rongchuan said softly: "I understand. It's okay, it's okay. I won't blame you."
"General Yan, come on."
Helian Rongchuan slowly closed his eyes.
It's getting dark. Along with the setting sun that was about to disappear into the sky, a sharp arrow burst out of the wind and shot into Helian Rongchuan's chest.
Helian Rongchuan staggered back and looked at Yan Changqing with nostalgia and sadness for the last time.
The violent wind blew up and the black hair was flying with the wind. Yan Changqing looked straight at the empty cliff with his eyes. Suddenly he felt blood surging in his chest and his throat was sweet. He knelt on his knees with a thump, and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"Master Yan!"
Yan Changqing couldn't hear any sound anymore, his eyes went dark and he passed out.
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Thank you little angel for the landmine! Give you a love bigger than a winter melon!
There is sugar in the back, trust me! Very sweet!
How Said No Clothes
A neat team of carriages and horses slowly walked on the streets of Yanguo Shengjing.
The ordinary people in Shengjing see a lot of battles of princes and nobles entering Beijing on weekdays. They didn't take this team of unremarkable carts and horses seriously, and they still wanted to do business in a lively manner. However, no matter if you are driving a shop or doing business, or you are carrying a burden on the streets and shouting, all are given a strange order in advance: the motorcade enters Beijing, no noise is forbidden, and offenders are severely punished.
So this team of carts and horses entered Beijing, and the originally lively and prosperous Shengjing City became a dumb city for the first time. Many people were stuck on both sides of the road where the carts and horses were traveling, curiously looking into the gaps in the carriages, wanting to catch some clues.
"Hey, what kind of big man are you here? We won't let the common people speak when we enter the capital?" someone asked in a low voice.
"I heard that he is a very ill and noble person, so I shouldn't be disturbed. This prevents us from speaking in a loud voice." Another lowered voice said.
"Huh, what a noble person, I think it's the little friend of the emperor, okay, otherwise, who can put up such a battle!"
"Shhhhhhhhhhhh! Be quiet!"
A somewhat triumphant voice said: "I really made you right. The curtain was blown open just now. Guess what I saw?"
The people around immediately became interested when they heard it, and they all went over to listen.
"Don't sell anything if you see it!"
"There is a big beauty sitting in the carriage! Although it is a dazzling effort, but those eyes, that face...tsk!"
The people around were envious.
"Really! I heard the people in the palace say that the emperor will personally take this noble man into the palace and take care of it!"
"That doesn't seem to be long, there is another spoiled empress in the palace!"
"you do not say!"
...
In the carriage, Yan Changqing slowly opened his eyes, he lifted a slit of the driving curtain, and quietly looked at the scenery outside the window. The prosperous Shengjing street scene, on both sides of the street are full of pubs, workshops, pawn shops, colorful business flags fluttering in the wind. There are also tea stalls with simple sheds. Whether it is the people on the stall or the people around the carriages, they all cover their mouths and whisper, and from time to time they stretch their necks and cast curious eyes on the carriage.
As soon as the curtain was lifted, there was a burst of suppressed exclamation from the crowds on both sides of the road. The guards of the convoy immediately stepped forward, drove the crowd scrambling to get up, and motioned for people to silence.
Yan Changqing has never liked others staring at him, but this time, he didn't hear it and continued to look into the distance.
Along the bank of the moat, there are row upon row of tall or short houses. Festive spring festival couplets are still attached to many doorways. The bright vermilion has not yet faded, but the big trees at the doorway have already sent out fluffy new leaves. There were also children and smiling women who were scattered and playful under the tree.
Only now, everything is warm and quiet, as if far away from him.
The guard A Jing waited cautiously on the side of Yan Changqing. Seeing him dressed in plain clothes with satin-like blue silk draped over his back, he leaned against the window lattice and looked at him silently, his dark eyes like a deep pool disappeared from the usual brilliance, and he felt sad, and said in a low voice. : "My lord, why don't you take a break? It's time to drink medicine."
Yan Changqing didn't even hear it, and he didn't even turn his eyes, like a delicate sculpture.
A Jing bit herself secretly, and whispered: "The fat girl that your lord rescued that day, Mr. Zhang has already settled down as instructed, so please don't worry and take care."
Yan Changqing finally turned his head somewhat stupidly and looked at the little guard who was kneeling on the side and daring not to lift his head: "What about them?"
With a thoughtless sentence, A Jing raised his head somewhat puzzledly, and said: "They...?" Before he finished speaking, he met a pair of black and white, extremely clear eyes, and A Jing suddenly choked.
"Fifty-three people." Yan Changqing said: "There are thirty Xuanjia army and twenty-three guards accompanying them. Tell me, why are you alone and survived unscathed?"
"I..." A Jing opened her mouth and couldn't say it anymore.
That's right, from the very beginning, he accepted Emperor Yan Murongxiu's secret decree and reported Yan Changqing's whereabouts along the way. But he never felt that he had done anything wrong. He knew that the current emperor had a very good relationship with his generals, so he didn't think there was any problem with the emperor's move. It was just that the monarch was concerned about the safety of his subjects, which should be the glory of his subjects. It wasn't until after he hijacked the ship on the Jiaolu River that he still followed the emperor's instructions, Flying Pigeon reported the situation, and moved in to rescue soldiers, that he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Why is it obviously a rescuer, but it kills everyone regardless of good or bad? Whether it was the brother who fought with him or the villagers who smiled and gave them delicious meals in the shed, they were all killed indiscriminately?
Could it be that his message was delivered wrong or the emperor had other thoughts?
Although after this incident, he was awarded a special honor from the Sixth Rank Flying Captain, but when he closed his eyes, he could still dream of the blood all over Qixia Village and Yan Changqing's ghostly white face in front of the cliff.
A Jing plopped and fell on her knees: "The general is my fault, it's me!"
Yan Changqing looked at him quietly.
Is Ah Jing wrong? Although Yan Changqing couldn't help blaming him in his heart, he knew that the biggest responsibility was not with him at all.
Yan Changqing suddenly said, "Has anyone found it?"
A Jing was taken aback, and suddenly understood what Yan Changqing was referring to, and said, "Not yet...? The river under the cliff is so fast that Master Zhang has not been able to search for it. Xu is...... Xu has escaped?"
A Jing also didn't know what Yan Changqing wanted to hear about Helian Rongchuan, and while answering truthfully, he raised his eyes and carefully looked at Yan Changqing's expression. However, Yan Changqing's face was still as pale and cold as when he had just awakened. Only when he said the word "escape", a flash of brilliance suddenly appeared in his calm eyes. But just for a moment, the light in those eyes was like a flash of panther, and in the blink of an eye they withered into a dead silence and sorrow.
Yan Changqing turned his head away, closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if tolerating a violent emotion. A Jing hurriedly stepped forward, holding the medicine bowl with both hands high: "My lord! The doctor said that you must not get angry anymore, please take care of your body!"
There was a crunch of metal clashes. Yan Changqing lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the iron chain clasped around his wrists. When he woke up from a coma for the first time, this shackle was put on his hands.
What's the meaning? When he is a prisoner?
Yan Changqing raised the iron chain and sneered: "How can I drink this with me?"
"this……"
A Jing was embarrassed. He knew at first that Zhang Jian took advantage of Yan Changqing's coma and buckled him with an iron chain, which was also furious, but listening to Zhang Jian said that this was the emperor's meaning, he had to be silent. He didn't understand. The general of his family was obviously a man of merit in suppressing bandits. How could he be locked up again, fearing that he might not be able to run away?
It's just that his arrogant general woke up without anger, just a sneer, and the frustration and resentment between his brows made Ah Jing feel distressed.
Just thinking about it, A Jing's hands were empty, Yan Changqing took the medicine bowl, raised it gently, and fell out of the window.
"My lord, is this...?"
Yan Changqing closed his eyes exhaustedly, and stopped paying attention to A Jing.
It was another nightmare. In the dream, Yan Changqing seemed to return to Qixia Village. The dark red blood covered the gray sky. In the screaming and crying, countless people in black came from all directions. He couldn't move half an inch, and could only watch the hundreds of sharp arrows rushing towards Helian Rongchuan, and all of them plunged into his flesh and blood.
Helian Rongchuan was covered in blood, but smiled and said to him: "It's you, very good, very good."
Shaking all over, Yan Changqing discovered that he was holding a bow in his hand for some time, and Helian Rongchuan's most deadly arrow was shot by him.
He still carried the blood of Helian Rongchuan in his hand.
"Do not!"
Yan Changqing screamed hoarsely, awakened suddenly, his chest was violently up and down, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Some cold palms gently brushed his face, his voice was full of concern: "Big brother finally woke up?"
Yan Changqing raised his eyes and looked at Emperor Yan Murongxiu in front of the bed without a word.
The chains jingled, Murong Xiu held Yan Changqing's right hand, and a gentle, harmless smile appeared on his face.
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Thank you little angel Zhiruo for the first time to see the grenade, thank you little angel’s earthenware for the mines, and bowing in a fancy way and a half in the air~
Remarks about the protagonist’s age and zodiac: Yan Changqing is 20 years old and belongs to the rabbit. Helian Rongchuan is 21 years old and belongs to the tiger. Murongxiu is half a year younger than Yan Changqing and belongs to the dragon (no wonder the emperor = mouth =)
how shall it be said Wuyi 2
"Why did my brother look at me like this?" In response to Yan Changqing's cold gaze, Murongxiu tilted his head. The shadow on his face disappeared the moment Yan Changqing opened his eyes. He smiled slightly, revealing his white teeth. , His eyes curled with a smile, revealing a bit of sunlight that belongs to his age.
"Long time no see, my brother has lost weight."
Yan Changqing withdrew his hand blankly.
"emperor."
As soon as the two words were spoken, Murong Xiu's brows trembled, and he said a little unpleasantly: "I have said that, when there are only you and me, there will be no monarchs and ministers, only brothers."
These few sentences faintly came with a bit of emperor's majesty.
brother?
Yan Changqing stared at Murongxiu quietly. The emperor in front of him was already twenty years old, his face almost faded from his childhood childishness and timidity, and he unreservedly inherited the peculiar brow bones of the Murong royal family. And a pair of Ruifeng eyes that resembled his mother, Concubine Xian, faded a bit of Murong's roughness and kingly spirit, and merged into a face with a bit of beauty and melancholy. Although his figure is still a little thin, he already has the solid and tall bones that belong to a man.
However, it seems that because of perennial worry, the corners of Murong Xiu's eyes and brows prematurely brought a bit of shame and deepness that did not belong to his age.
Yan Chang couldn't remember how long he hadn't looked at Murong Xiu in this way. It seems that since the day Murong Xiu became the throne at the age of fourteen, he has never looked at his "little brother" with a straight eye.
The day Murongxiu came to the throne was in heavy snow. The boy who had just experienced the loss of his parents, with a heavy and gorgeous crown of twenty-four beams that seemed to be able to crush his thin neck at any time, step by step, walked alone to the tall ninety-nine-eighty-one white jade. Jiulong Terrace, in the howling cold wind and snow flying across the sky, accepts the worship of hundreds of officials. Everyone was fascinated by the wind and snow, and their eyelashes were covered with ice. No one can see that their supreme new emperor, the fragile boy who is only fourteen years old, even bears the tears that Yan Changqing personally wiped away at the corner of his eyes.
After the death of the first emperor, a decree caused the most favored concubine Xian Gui San Chi Bai Ling to be buried. The white paper money in the sky and the heavy snowfall became the most vivid memories of the winter when Murong Xiu was sixteen years old. Just before ascending to the throne, Murong Xiu seemed to be still in a ridiculous and tragic big dream and never awakened. The weak and helpless young man is simply a pale paper man tied up in a crimson robe with a golden embroidered dragon. Yan Changqing held his cold hand tightly, trying hard to pass his own heat to him.
Don't be afraid, there is a brother in everything. Brother will protect you.
Murong Xiu shook Yan Changqing's hand back: "Brother, I can also protect you."
Yan Changqing smiled. In fact, this younger brother, who is only half a year younger than himself, has not been shorter than him in the past two years, but he still patted Murong Xiu on the shoulder just like his brother. He knew that after the door opened, he would never have such a chance again.
"Are you ready?"
Murong Xiu took a deep breath, and barely pulled out a smile from the corner of his mouth: "Ready."
The moment the door was opened, the cold winter wind mixed with large snow flakes came in. The mountain whispered and the tsunami rushed in, and under the high Jiulong Baiyu stage, countless princes and ministers and generals guards were kneeling neatly. From the high platform, each of them is just a black spot with the big thumb, but it is these people who have gathered together to become the core and most powerful force in the country of Yan.
This force can surrender to the majestic emperor, and can also overthrow the weak emperor at any time.
Yan Changqing looked back anxiously. But only to see Murong Xiu straining his spine, standing extremely upright, never showing a trace of cowardice in front of Baiguan. Snow flopped on his face, and for a while, he couldn't tell whether it was his face or the snow was paler.
It wasn't until the hundreds of officials worshiped and knelt down and shouted long live that Yan Changqing noticed that a faint blood finally appeared on Murongxiu's face.
Yan Changqing walked down the Nine-Dragon Platform, like other courtiers, wearing a large cloak, kneeling in the snow, he slowly raised his head after three bows and nine bows, and met Murong Xiu's gaze here unbiased.
The young emperor, who was aloof, was the first person to look at when he accepted the supremacy of tens of thousands of people, is Yan Changqing.
Murong Xiu lowered his eyes, and his thin lips moved slightly. Although they were far away, Yan Changqing immediately understood, and there was an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.
Qi said without clothes? Go with the child.
You and I are monarchs and ministers as well as brothers.
Under the tall vermilion palace wall, two young boys, under the moon, worshipped the crabapple trees outside the palace of Concubine Xian, and made a solemn oath.
But now, can they still go back to that moment? Can they still be brothers?
When he was young, when did the little brother who chased him every day and took a mouthful of "Big Brother Changqing", when did he disappear?
Seeing Yan Changqing's delay in answering, he only used a pair of black jewel-like eyes to quietly look at himself with an unprecedented look, as if looking at a stranger he had never seen before, Murong Xiu flashed in his heart. A little flustered, he said, "Why didn't your brother speak? Did you sleep well last night?"
Yan Changqing recovered from his memories.
After a while, he finally spoke.
"Do you dream?"
Seeing that Yan Changqing used "you" instead of "the emperor", he seemed to care about himself