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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 61"

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series = ["General’s Gown"]

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kill me……! ! !

With a loud sound, the silver sword was thrown fiercely by Yan Changqing.

Yan Changqing's shoulders trembled, angrily, desperate and unwilling to stare at Helian Rongchuan.

"You are concerned about the world and the people, and you are concerned about the emperor's grassland. These things fill your heart. When have you cared about yourself?"

The warm and familiar breath is close at hand. Helian Rongchuan was already close to him.

"Changqing, tell me, what you really like in your heart is the bloody battlefield or the freedom and freedom these months?"

The dark brown eyes disappeared from the usual cynicism, and he looked at him seriously and stubbornly.

It seems to be able to see through everything.

Yan Changqing looked down suddenly, his stubborn and graceful lips pressed tightly, his heart beating in panic.

Yeah, what does he really like?

What floats in front of me is the Populus euphratica in the depths of the desert, the poisonous snakes coiling in the black altar...It is also a big boat traveling smoothly on the blue waves, the colorful lanterns on the Qiqiao Festival, a basket of sweet and sour oranges, and the luxuriant mountains in the deep mountains. Bamboo, a touch of wind...

It was the shining beam of light suddenly projected into the darkness, and the gratitude and guilt after coming from a dead end.

It is resentment, helplessness, joy, and curiosity.

It is reluctant to let go.

It is a pair of dark brown, crystal clear and affectionate eyes.

is love.

Helian Rongchuan grabbed Yan Changqing's hand and pressed it to his heart. Across the flexible thin skin, Yan Changqing felt a heart beating.

"Stay. As long as you stay, we will continue to live like this. Ten years, twenty years, thirty years... a lifetime."

The deep whispers and the passionate eyes made Yan Changqing's heart beat extremely frantically.

"You like this day, don't you?"

"You like me, don't you"

There is no way to avoid, no way to hide, Yan Changqing suddenly raised his head and fixedly looked at Helian Rongchuan.

Finally made up my mind.

The thin lips trembled slightly, decisively.

"Yes!"

Everything suddenly quieted down. Two pairs of eyes meet each other. One pair was surprised and ecstatic that couldn't believe it, but the other pair was unwilling and just wanted to avoid it in shame.

But there is no more to hide.

In the next moment, Helian Rongchuan kissed her lips passionately. Yan Changqing leaned back desperately, resisting with fierce struggle!

"Changqing, forgive me..."

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The majestic young general is never afraid of the shadow of the sword, but at this moment he can't become an army.

"I just want to make you happy."

Unprecedented and extreme gentleness, Yan Changqing was involved in the huge waves, struggling, ups and downs...

"What kind of society, are those things not enough to crush you? Sooner or later they will kill you. Staying, we can do the same thing that shines in the annals..."

"stay……"

No matter what, there is no escape, no escape...

That being the case, that being the case...

With his chest rising and falling violently, Yan Changqing panted and suddenly mustered up his courage to clasp Helian Rongchuan's neck.

The unprecedented initiative made Helian Rongchuan stunned.

"Changqing, you...?"

Yan Changqing was silent, only raised his head and touched Helian Rongchuan's lips very lightly.

The silent answer shocked Helian Rongchuan. The sentiment in his eyes was complicated and difficult to distinguish, but he was finally ignited into a raging fire by Yan Changqing's jerky and active kiss.

"If you regret it, there is still time."

Yan Changqing gasped loudly, glanced at Helian Rongchuan, suddenly turned his head and covered his face with a soft pillow silently, as if making up his mind.

Helian Rongchuan chuckled softly, pulled over the obstructing soft pillow, and forcibly straightened Yan Changqing's face.

"Let me watch you well."

"I will make you happy all my life."

All the time, it seems to be frozen at this moment.

The golden-red sunset slowly sank, and the oblique light projected on the sleeping side face of Helen Rongchuan. His eyelids trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Standing up, there were more than a dozen superficial blood stains on his back. Helian Rongchuan frowned slightly. It was strange that it didn't hurt at all at that time.

A general is a general.

Helian Rongchuan gave a wry smile. Compared to the trivial tingling on the back, the more intense pain comes from the back of his neck

A quick and accurate hand knife from Yan Changqing hit him hard on the back of the neck. At the moment he reached the top, he fell into complete darkness.

When he woke up, he was the only one left in the room.

There seemed to be noisy chaos outside the house. Helian Rongchuan put on his clothes, and just as he was about to open the door, Jiujin led the two young men in a panic and rolled in, with three faces, one more wonderful than one, each with its own black nose and swollen face.

"His Royal Highness, it's not good!! Lord Yan, he has to go out, how can the minions stop him!"

"Master Yan also took the Yan nationality away together!"

"Minion damn it! Minion damn it! I beg your Majesty to think of a solution!"

"His Royal Highness?"

"His Royal Highness??"

Jiujin raised his head fearfully. He thought he was greeted with a furious roar and anger, but he didn't expect to see Helian Rongchuan's extremely calm face.

Calmly like a deep pool, all heartbreak and sorrow are silently sinking at the bottom of the lake.

"Your Highness... Your Highness, what's wrong with you?" nine gold was frightened by Helian Rongchuan's abnormality.

"I know." Helian Rongchuan smiled lightly, a little sad.

How could he not know, why would a person who is so stubborn and thinner than anyone else would take the initiative uncharacteristically? Even if he did the last step, his teeth trembled, but he still endured and did not resist him?

He knew it from that light kiss.

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Helian Rongchuan knew that his Changqing was guilty, so he wanted to make up for him in this way.

And he must accept. Only by accepting, his Changqing will leave with peace of mind.

Lin He is dazzling, and Yunxia harvests the evening.

In the deep dusk, Helian Rongchuan climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down into the distance. Sure enough, among the mountain roads winding like silver belts, he saw two horses running fast.

"His Royal Highness?" Jiujin looked at Helian Rongchuan's expression nervously: "I have to stop now, maybe it's still too late...?"

With an order, the guards at the foot of the mountain will come out.

Helian Rongchuan didn't say a word for a while, only silently took out a simple bamboo Xiao, and put it on his lips. The long and ethereal Xiaoyin is like a blue bird with long feathers, spreading its wings in the cool autumn breeze, passing the pine waves, passing through the stream of flowers, hovering and reverberating in the mountains...

In the mountains and forests, Yan Changqing tightened the rein suddenly and stopped.

Xiao Sheng. It was the sound of Helian Rongchuan.

Accompanied by the sound of Xiao, the red lanterns hanging beside the forest road in the distance lit up one by one. The warm red light illuminates the mountain roads of Black Shuosuo.

"This...this is...?" He Li was extremely surprised, this big red lantern must have been lit by people. Since there are people, why is no one stopped them? What do these Dongyun people mean?

"General Yan, shouldn't this be their secret signal, send someone to stop us?"

Yan Changqing didn't answer, he just stared at the red lanterns and listened to the melodious and familiar Xiao sounds.

After a long while, he went back to where he left the road:

"He will not."

of course not.

Once upon a time, in the vast desert, the darkness where even the stars appeared stingy, and the boundless bitter cold, it was this Xiao Sheng that recalled the will of Yan Changqing's remaining life.

In the desert, the man held him tightly in his arms. Although his back was burning with flames and his thirst was intolerable, he still endured the pain and fed him with his own blood.

Fearing that he would never wake up after falling asleep, he played tunes to him with flute.

"Goose Goes".

It is this song "Goose Return".

May your heart be like a wild goose, looking forward to the time every year.

It turned out that Helian Rongchuan knew about it.

There seemed to be a flow of heat circulating in my heart in all kinds of ways, or turbulent, or gurgling, or warm, or gentle, surging around, unable to find the source, but it warmed his heart, hot and hot, almost crying

Yan Changqing raised his head and sighed softly, saying:

"Let's go."

He likes freedom, he likes Helian Rongchuan. He is reluctant.

However, what he was born to shoulder was the country's landscaping, which was his responsibility.

Responsibility, nothing to like or dislike.

Even if he knows that the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, he walks like a lock in the air, and if he is careless, he still has to grit his teeth and go on.

Even if he knows that the person will feel heartache, even if he knows his heart is very unwilling, but he still has to make such a choice.

Night finally fell, Xiao Sheng's voice faded away, and the stubborn figure finally disappeared into the darkness.

Helian Rongchuan gently unfolded the note that had been held in the palm of his hand. The thin gold body with a silver hook is beautiful and strong, just like the person who writes.

Although there are only four characters on the paper, every character is deeply embedded in Helian Rongchuan's heart.

There is a return date.

He said that there must be a return date.

In the night, Helian Rongchuan grabbed the note and smiled faintly.

Yan State border. Ningcheng.

The north wind whistled, the wind and sand raged, and the world was dark and chaotic. Bei Rong's army is still firmly stationed outside the city. He neither attacked nor retreated, but surrounded Ningcheng like an iron bucket. Murong Xiu stood on the top of Ningcheng City, wearing a bright yellow cloak, staring at the vast distance for a long time. It's just that his gaze did not stay on the black and crushing enemy army, but looked farther into the sky. Dan Feng's eyes, which had always been deep and convergent, were filled with anticipation and anxiety that were not easily noticeable.

"The emperor." Zhang Jian said: "It's windy and sandy outside. Would you like to go to the house and wait? It's been a few days since I left, maybe it won't be so fast...?"

Murong Xiu said nothing, and continued to look out of the city. Zhang Jian didn't dare to say any more, but stood silently by the side.

General Yan, General Yan, if you don't rush back, the old minister's two legs will no longer stand...

Until it got late, Zhang Jian stood dangling and really couldn't stand anymore. He was wondering how to ask for leave, but Murong Xiu suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted:

"Look! Is it him?"

The sky was about to melt into one color, and a black shadow appeared, and the shadow expanded rapidly. saw a uniform black suit and black armor, and the sharp blades shining in the sky like stars-it was actually a neat cavalry team from a distance. Pouring down, smoke and dust were everywhere, shouting loudly, and soon rushed to the city.

It's the Xuanjia Army!

Zhang Jian's voice trembled with excitement: "The emperor Shengming, the emperor Shengming, General Yan is here with the Xuanjia army!!"

Murong Xiu didn't even notice, staring at the strong shadow of the army's most forward.

It was still black with forged hair, fierce skill, and eyes as clear as black gems under the hideous mask. It's him, it's him! He really came back!

Murong Xiu's heart trembled, and for a moment he just wanted to jump off the wall and run towards Yan Changqing. But he immediately controlled his mood and said solemnly:

"Is the city gate closed?"

Zhang Jian was taken aback, and immediately understood: "The emperor can rest assured that all arrangements are in order."

In a blink of an eye, the Xuanjia Army rushed to the Beirong Army stationed outside the city. The Bei Rong Army seemed to be frightened by the cavalry that suddenly rushed over, and had no time to react at all. In a riot, the Xuanjia army was like a broken bamboo, galloping and fighting among the enemy troops, violent shouts, horses hiss, and the sound of torn flesh and blood went straight into the sky, and in a blink of an eye, blood outside the city ran into a river, like a Shura hell.

The Bei Rong Army was killed and injured soon after. However, they didn't know if they were so scared that they couldn't distinguish their direction, or thinking of a desperate fight, they all rushed towards the gate of Ningcheng.

The fastest runners came under the gate, their faces covered with blood, and they threw their general fists against the gate. He smashed and cried out hoarsely. In an instant, the city gate was heavily surrounded, and screams screamed.

The heavy iron gate, which was huge and heavy, remained motionless under the slap of countless bloody hands.

Murong Xiu looked down at the miserable situation under the city, his fingers clasping the city bricks tightly, and the whole person seemed to be trembling.

The guard leader downstairs sprinted up and said in a trembled voice: "The emperor, do you want to drive..."

"Bold!" Zhang Jian shouted: "Who let you come up without being summoned! Don't hurry up!"

The commander rarely saw such a big official. The courage to gritted his teeth just now to report it was suddenly gone. He didn't dare to raise his eyes any more, and left immediately.

Zhang Jian turned his head, his expression of anger changed to a humble and worried look: "The emperor, success or failure lies in one move! You must not be merciful at this time!"

Murong Xiu hadn't heard of it, his jade-like fingertips were almost embedded in the mud cracks, and he seemed to be facing an extremely difficult choice.

"Look, the emperor, General Yan is right in front of you!" Zhang Jian anxiously pointed to the distance and said, "Look!"

Murong Xiu raised his head abruptly, moving his gaze from the city to the distance, and finally locked on the familiar figure.

For him, everything is worth it!

Murong Xiu closed his eyes, as if making up his mind, finally raised his right hand and waved downward——

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The screams suddenly sounded, and countless sharp arrows were shot from all sides of the tower, instantly shooting the remnants of Beirong who had knocked on the city gate into blood.

Outside the city gate, the Profound Armor army led by Yan Changqing stopped the pursuit.

"These Beirong barbarians are really stupid!" A soldier of the Xuanjia Army beside Yan Changqing exclaimed: "Obviously we can't beat us, but I still want to rush into the city gate to take the emperor!"

Yan Changqing wiped the blood from the long sword, frowning at the layers of Beirong Army corpses that were shot to death by bows and arrows downstairs. For some reason, from the beginning of this war, he felt that something was wrong.

The Bei Rong Army has always been sturdy and good at fighting. He had fought against Bei Rong many times, but the Bei Rong army was not as vulnerable as this one.

Could it be that after that time epidemic, Bei Rong's military strength has declined to such a degree? But if it is in decline, why would they send troops to besiege the city?

As was thinking, the desolate bugle sounded slowly, and the gate of Ningcheng slowly opened. Two guards lined up with torches. In the dark, under the high gate, a familiar figure appeared, like an arrow. Speed ​​rushed towards him.

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu steadily, and instantly remembered all the past. He didn't know what to say for a while. But seeing Murongxiu unscathed, Yan Changqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The ministers and other escorts are late, and I hope the emperor will forgive me!" All the soldiers got off their horses and bowed down in salute.

Murong Xiu stopped abruptly next to Yan Changqing, staring at this face that he was thinking about for a long time, so familiar. The frozen ice in his heart seemed to melt into a large tide at this moment, slapped his heart, warm, sorrowful, and moved, and completely surrounded him.

Only this person can easily defeat his defensive heart. Make him feel surging, thinking day and night.

Only this person makes him want to take it desperately.

"You are here at the right time, what's the sin?" Murong Xiu smiled gently.

In the blazing fire, Murong Xiu held Yan Changqing's hand, raised his head high, and shouted to everyone around him:

"God bestowed general is my General Yan!!!"

The emperor welcomes him, and points to the heavens to congratulate him, which is the highest honor of the soldiers of the country of Yan.The Xuanjia army outside the city, and the guards inside the city suddenly knelt together, and responded in unison:

"General Yan!!!" "General Yan!!!" "General Yan!!!"

In the tsunami of the mountain whistling, Murong Xiu held Yan Changqing's stiff fingers tightly, and said with a smile:

"Brother, welcome back."

The battle of the siege ended with a swift victory by the Yan army, but the aftermath has just begun.Although it was already deep, the soldiers in Ningcheng were still not touching their feet, sweating profusely, carrying the corpses, digging pits and burying them, and washing the blood.