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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 50"

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series = ["General’s Gown"]

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He wanted to push people, but the palm wind could not stop when he was an inch away from Yan Changqing.

The gentle and generous palms gently landed on Yan Changqing's tight back, and Helian Rongchuan gently stroked him like a frightened little animal.

If this can alleviate a bit of your pain, I will be happy.

The blood fell drop by drop along Helian Rongchuan's arm in the sand, and was soon submerged by the wind and sand, disappearing without a trace. Helian Rongchuan frowned tightly and looked up at the dense golden Populus euphratica forest. After a long time, he faintly sighed.

According to legend, Populus euphratica has a strong vitality, will not die for three thousand years, will not fall for three thousand years after death, and will not rot after three thousand years. Populus euphratica has become famous because of the complex vegetation in the world. These beautiful trees are so tough, even if they grow in the barren desert, they do not lose their arrogance at all, stretching their branches tenaciously. The people of Monan regard the Populus euphratica tree as the immortal elves in the desert.

Helian Rongchuan closed his eyes and made a pious wish, praying for the most beautiful elf in the desert to bless his Changqing well. Bless him to live.

Yan Changqing slowly let go, and fell asleep again. Helian Rongchuan gently smoothed his long hair, and wanted to gently wipe the blood from his lips.

Suddenly, Helian Rongchuan's eyes widened.

He was surprised to find that the corners of Yan Changqing's originally chapped lips seemed a little wetter than when they first saw it. Like a withered flower in the snow, it slowly regained a little vitality in the warm water.

Helian Rongchuan was startled, looked at Yan Changqing, and then at the bloody wound on his arm. A bright light flashed in my heart suddenly.

Yes, Wei Jin only said that Yan Changqing couldn't drink water because of his illness, and he might eventually die from extreme dehydration. But Yan Changqing could clearly drink his blood.

Can blood also quench thirst?

As long as there is his blood to drink, Yan Changqing will definitely be able to support Dongyun. And when he arrived at Dongyun, he could use the only life-saving method that Wei Jin said, and he could change his life against the sky!

Helian Rongchuan flew on his horse, embraced Yan Changqing in one hand, and held the rein in the other. Shuang Hao raised his horse hoof excitedly and galloped away in Dongyun's direction.

Thousands of miles away, the capital of Yan State, Sheng'an.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city. The dark clouds rolled in the sky, clearly day, but as dark as night. A few dazzling silver lightning suddenly cut through the heavy lead-colored cloud, and after a few deafening thunders, the big raindrops crackled down.

The wind is strong and the rain is rushing. The entire Sheng'an city was soaked in thick water vapor. Even the towering palaces, the dark golden cornices raised high, seem to be unable to withstand the erosion of rain and become dim. The rain pattered on the vermilion wall, a bleak red color.

Cold wind mixed with rainwater rushed open the door of Wende Hall.

what!

Commander Qilinwei was kicked to the ground, turned over immediately, knelt down, and kowtow.

"The emperor calms down!"

Murong Xiu swept all the inkstone, pen holder, incense burner and other items on the case table to the ground. The minister Zhang Jian on the side was frightened, but he did not dare to say a word.

"Bastard!!!" Murong Xiu was very angry, bloodshot eyes appeared in Yang Feng's eyes, and blue veins broke out in his forehead. He pointed to the Qilin Guard commander who bowed his head and remained silent. Sternly:

"What does it mean to be unclear?! Why did you report it to me after missing for three days??! Are you a unicorn guard or a group of rice buckets!!"

The commander knocked his head on the ground, his face black and silent.

An urgent memorial of 800 miles was torn to pieces by Murong Xiu and scattered on the ground. Zhang Jian already knew the content. Can not help but secretly called a Buddha.

Yan Changqing actually contracted water fear? Still missing?

Zhang Jian almost couldn't believe it. But the news that Qilinwei got through the twists and turns will never be wrong.

However, the speed at which Qilinwei obtained this information was really slow. This is not Qilinweigong's private revenge, deliberately neglecting, but the famous General Yan is to blame. Since the last time he fought in Qixia Village, he has been quite jealous of Qilinwei and guarded their supervision everywhere. Qilinwei walked around the roots of the walls of Qinchuan City, and it took quite a bit of thought before he heard this shocking news. Although the poor Qilinwei dared not delay for a moment, he immediately returned the message, but the mountain was high and the road was far away, and it took three days for the news to reach the capital.

With a pinch, General Yan has contracted hydrophobia for five days and has been missing for three days. It is said that the disease is incurable, and it will not survive for ten days at all...?

Zhang Jian had already touched Murong Xiu's thoughts towards Yan Changqing that clearly surpassed ordinary monarchs and ministers. Xindao, it should be the Qilinwei's unlucky reminder, whoever runs into the little emperor's heart that cares the most, there is no good fruit.

While thinking about it, Zhang Jian couldn't help but touched his two newly grown ribs.

The air was suppressed and silent, and for a while, only the sound of wind and rain came in from the window in the empty Wende Hall.

Murong Xiu took a deep breath, left the gorgeous and icy dragon chair, walked into the side hall, slowly squatted down, and stroked the ground.

There are carpets on the floor of the side hall, with intricate and gorgeous patterns, embroidered with auspicious beasts and auspicious birds. But Murong Xiu looked at him, but couldn't see the excitement, only felt deserted.

It was here that Yan Changqing was forced to the ground by Murong Xiu as a monarch. His clothes were tossed, his hair spread out, soft and black and shiny like a deep stream, Murong Xiu only glanced at it and felt fascinated.

But it was here that Yan Changqing straightened his spine, kowtow to him neither humble nor arrogant, forcing him to agree to lead troops to Monan.

He was fine when he left, how could he contract an incurable disease, and how could he disappear? !

What made him even more angry and broken was that according to Qilinwei's news, it turned out that the Dongyun man had also been in Qinchuan. After Yan Changqing disappeared, he was also missing.

When he thought of this, Murong Xiu only felt that every joint in his body was creaking. He clenched his fist violently and slammed his fist on the hard window lattice!

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Thank you Sansi Little Angel for the landmines, huh!

Gust of wind and grass eleven

With a clatter, the shattered sawdust cut Murong Xiu's hand, and blood was flowing. Zhang Jian was taken aback and hesitated:

"The emperor, you... are you?"

With a gloomy face, Murong Xiu walked out of the gate of Wende Hall step by step. The cold rain fell on his young and gloomy face. He didn't blink.

"I, I will go to Monan to find him myself."

Zhang Jian was dumbfounded, and for a moment thought he had misheard his ears.

When he was about to open his mouth, he saw a bolt of lightning with the force that seemed to tear the sky, slashing straight towards the quiet Sheng'an, and also illuminating the pale face of the emperor of the day, looking like a ghost.

Zhang Jian immediately swallowed the words that rolled to his lips.

At this time, anyone who dares to obstruct a word will die.

Murong Xiu was silent and strode out of the gorgeous Wende Hall. The rain wetted his crimson Yunlong gauze robe, and a crimson water stain appeared, like splashing blood.

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Night finally fell.

This night, there is no moon, nor a star.

There is no light.

In the deep and depressing night, there are only countless heavy black clouds piled up in the ink-colored sky, one after another, pressing heavily against the ground.

In the same pitch-black desert, there was only a rush of horseshoes, which faintly revealed a little panic.

Helian Rongchuan tightened the reins of the horse, and squinted at the surrounding Populus euphratica forest. A layer of cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. He remembered that when the night was approaching, he used the stones on the ground to mark Wei Jin the way. But he obviously has already left in the middle of the night, why is he expensive here again?

Hu Mubo, the mouth of hell. It seems that the words of the people of Monan are really not to scare people. Helian Rongchuan gave a wry smile and looked down at Yan Changqing in his arms.

The bumps along the way made him sleepy and unsteady, and his handsome eyebrows were frowning tightly, as if he was still suffering from great pain. Helian Rongchuan saw his heart trembled, and cautiously embraced him by the waist, and hugged him off his horse.

The compass Helen Rongchuan carried with him would only spin around in this ghost place, completely losing its effectiveness. In the day. Helian Rongchuan was able to use the direction of the sun to drive along with Shuang Hao, who was extremely capable of recognizing roads, but in the dark night where he could not see his fingers, all sense of direction disappeared. People walking in such a desert are like walking blind people with nothing to rely on.

It seems that now can only rest in place and wait for dawn.

Yan Changqing was awakened by the movement of dismounting, but his eyes were still half-open and half-closed in confusion. The night wind blew, and he suddenly began to tremble, his limbs curled up, shaking constantly.

Obviously it was midsummer, and the night was even more sweltering and unbearable, but the cold toxin brought by the hydrophobia made Yan Changqing cold all over.

Helian Rongchuan quickly picked up some withered branches, lit six fires in one breath with the fire-folder he carried with him, took off his coat, and wrapped all of them on Yan Changqing. He was naked with his strong upper body and hugged him tightly.

"Is that warmer? Huh?"

The raging fire around him has already made Helian Rongchuan sweat all over. But Yan Changqing was still so cold that his teeth clenched, his brows frowned, struggling to plunge into the most prosperous fire.

Helian Rongchuan hurriedly hugged him, and moved a few steps closer to the fire, before Yan Changqing's struggle ceased.

Helian Rongchuan stretched his eyebrows slightly, but before long, his eyebrows became tighter.

They were too close to the fire, and the scorching tongue of fire was almost at hand, and sparks continued to splash on Helian Rongchuan's arm and his naked back. Coupled with the roasting of several other fires around, Helian Rongchuan is almost like sitting on a hot iron stove.

Helian Rongchuan carefully wrapped Yan Changqing's head tightly, for fear that a spark would hurt him. But his own back was already hot and red. His arms and back were scalded by sparks with several large blood blisters.

Helian Rongchuan gritted his teeth silently, and the big beads of sweat dripped down into the sand like raindrops, and immediately evaporated without a trace. His whole body was hot, and his back was extremely painful. With the passage of time, the tongue of fire continued to lick, and his pain increased.

Maybe soon, his back will be burnt.

Even if Helian Rongchuan can get out of this inhuman burning just by moving a few steps, but he is still motionless, keeping the embracing posture, his eyes are staring at the person in his arms without blinking. It is worry and anxiety.

Can his Changqing survive tonight?

Helian Rongchuan looked down at his own left arm. In addition to the wound bitten by Yan Changqing, there were two fresh knife marks on his wrist.

Healed so soon...

Helian Rongchuan murmured, drew out the short knife, and cut another in the palm of his hand without hesitation. He held the blood in his palm and leaned close to Yan Changqing's lips.

In the blazing fire, Yan Changqing's brows finally stretched out.

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Strong wind and strong grass twelve

Helian Rongchuan probed Yan Changqing's forehead, and all his tentacles were covered with cold sweat. His body temperature is still very low.

Helian Rongchuan furrowed his brows. He knew that people's body temperature would drop even lower when they fell asleep... If Yan Changqing stayed asleep like this, would he never wake up again?

Helian Rongchuan's heart sank heavily, and he lowered his head and stroked Yan Changqing's weak and drooping long eyelashes with his thumb, and a sickly blush under the eyelashes, cautiously said:

"Changqing? Don't sleep, just talk with me for a while, okay?"

With such a low voice and tirelessly calling out a few words, Yan Changqing frowned and opened a slight slit. The black eyes that lost their focus looked at him in confusion at the dusty, handsome man in front of him.

However, at such a glance, Helian Rongchuan was like a treasure. With his lips trembling slightly, he pressed a kiss on Yan Changqing's forehead.

Religiously like a butterfly about to freeze to death, finally found a red rose that was still open in the vast snow.

"Changqing, let me tell you how good is our Dongyun? Our Dongyun is beautiful, with mountains, rivers, and flowers. In autumn, the trees all over the mountains and plains are covered with red and yellow fruits. One is sweeter than the other."

"And our river, it's clear and cool, and the bottom is full of beautiful big carps. By the river, there are old women who do laundry, and children playing in the water. Look a little further, and you can swim freely. Oh, the old man fishing with a bamboo pole. The old women like to sing when they are tired from work. But the old man who fished stopped doing it and got so angry that he said that the old women’s singing scared his fish away, so everyone just It's a quarrel, do you think it's funny? Um, but the song is really good. When you wake up, we will go to the river and listen to it, okay?"

"...Changqing, you are always so busy. I always want to take you to see many and many beautiful scenery, but there is always no chance... I want to take you to see the largest and most beautiful waterfall in the world. It is said that the rising water mist In between, there will be a long-lasting rainbow. I also want to taste the most mellow wine in the world with you, enjoy the most magnificent and splendid sunrise on the top of the mountains, and visit the busiest market...Changqing, the future The road is still very long and beautiful, you still have so many beautiful scenery that you haven’t seen, please, keep it up, keep it up..."

"Please give me a chance to make up for you, okay..."

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Each line of murmur was like the most pious and gentle prayer to the gods. But the more he said, the more sorrow and sorrow he felt in his heart. He had imagined countless times that Yan Changqing could be held in his arms obediently. But every time, that person struggled with incomprehension and wanted to escape.

There has never been a day when this man can be like this, curled up in his arms, held by him for so long, quiet and meek. However, Helian Rongchuan hoped that Yan Changqing could immediately get out of his arms more than ever, either pointing his sword at him, staring at him angrily with his eyes, or scolding him for shamelessness...

As long as you can live healthy.

The pain and regret in his heart made Helian Rongchuan no longer able to talk about it. But when the words stopped, Yan Changqing closed his eyes again and wanted to go to sleep. Helian Rongchuan thought for a while and drew out a simple bamboo flute.

This was a small gift he wanted to give to Yan Changqing when he was digging bamboo shoots. Unexpectedly, it was useful at this time. Helian Rongchuan put Zhu Xiao to his lips, facing the vast distance, and closed his eyes.

It seems that the long-frozen river finally broke the ice and surging out, like the moonlight on the top of the gray rain and mist, and like a thousand wild lilies blooming at the same time in the valley, the ethereal and quiet flute sounds from the Helian Rongchuan Lips, fingertips pouring out, like a long-tailed blue bird with gorgeous feathers, the bird spreads its wings and flies over the silent and solemn Populus euphratica forest, flying over the endless black sand sea, on the earth, in the night sky , Hovering constantly, rising...

On the other side of the desert, a horse team suddenly stopped. Wei Jin held the horse's rein tightly, quietly listening to the sound of the flute floating from afar, shaking with excitement.

"Listen!" Wei Jin's voice was trembling, carefully distinguishing the direction of the voice: "It's the flute of the Second Highness, right?"

The guards behind him started crying with excitement, and they knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Yes, yes! It's the flute of the Second Highness, and there is no one who can play better than him! Thank you Changshengtian. , Thank Changshengtian!"

Without further delay, the group of people galloped away in the direction of Xiaoyin.

The thick black sky that seems to be unable to dissolve, stratus clouds