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Section 70
After all, there has been a lot of wind and rain, and there is no confusion. With a cross in his heart, Taishi Pang gritted his teeth and slammed the sharp arrow out of the palm of his hand, resisting the severe pain and swept the bloody edict and Baoxi into his arms, and took a few more steps to catch up with the one who stood in the same place and looked far away. Murongxiu used all his strength to grab his hair, and the cold long knife was placed on Murongxiu's neck.
"I don't care if you are the Xuanjia Army or not, in short, the emperor Old Man is now in my hands. If you are acquainted, give me 30 miles back!"
Taishi Pang was holding Murong Xiu in her arms and screamed furiously.
With a word to the ground, the black horse who was fighting really stopped in response. When Taishi Pang saw this, he was overjoyed. While pressing the knife against Murongxiu's neck, he jumped into the chariot closest to him, and the guards immediately supported him to retreat.
However, the car didn't drive a few steps, Murong Xiu, who was held hostage by him, suddenly chuckled.
Taishi Pang had a horrifying bad feeling in his heart, and he couldn't help but approach Murong Xiu's neck a few inches with the knife edge, and he smashed his side of the neck into a deep blood mark.
"Death is approaching, what are you laughing at?!"
Murong Xiu raised his eyelids and looked at the embarrassed and frustrated Taishi Pang with a smile. It's really ridiculous, his dignified emperor was actually influenced by such a person, and he personally forced the most precious person in his heart to death step by step.
How ridiculous and sad!
Murong Xiu continued to laugh. The laughter made Taishi Pang more and more flustered. He only felt that all the hairs on his body were standing up, and a bad premonition was weighing heavily on his heart.
If it was the Xuanjia Army, could he really escape so smoothly?
Taishi Pang looked back tremblingly. This look directly scared him out of his guts - among the heavy black riders, he unhurriedly stepped out of a frightening figure.
A tall and vigorous posture, with a red cloak spreading towards him, a man with a hideous silver mask sits high on the horse, a purple shirt longbow has been steadily pulled away by the man, and the sharp arrow is shining with cold light. , Aimed at the direction of his escape.
It's him! ? He is still alive! ! ! ? ? ?
"Run!!"
Taishi Pang was frightened and heartbroken, no longer caring about other things, just grabbed his horse whip and waved hard to escape. However, the whip in his hand had not yet fallen, and the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air in the back of his head instantly engulfed him with a forcing chill.
The battlefield seemed to become quiet all at once. Strangely quiet.
There is no sound of shouting to kill.
There is no sound of crying.
There is also no sound of weapons intersecting.
Everything was shrouded in this terrible silence.
There was only a soft sound—"click".
Master Pang fell heavily downside down on the chariot, and clearly heard the sound of his cervical vertebra fractured.
The world turned upside down, everything was full of blood red. Taishi Pang shot an arrow in his chest, bleeding from his seven orifices, and looked at the man who had already galloped in front of him in disbelief.
"...Really...is it you?"
However, he could no longer hear any answer, his blood-red eyes opened unwillingly in anger, but he no longer had the breath of a living person.
Murong Xiu slowly got up from the ground. He just jumped off the carriage and suffered a lot of injuries, but at this moment, he didn't feel the slightest pain. He only looked at the man with the silver mask sitting on the horse without blinking.
is it him?
Was it the man he was drunk, heartbroken, crazy, and ashamed for thousands of days and nights?
The vivid memory broke through the valve in an instant and flashed quickly in front of his eyes. It’s the vow of "going with the child" under the begonia tree, the guardian in the heavy snow, his calm smile, and his unchanging loyalty from beginning to end... It is also his helpless back and bleeding neck. , And desperate eyes.
Murong Xiu's eyes were red, his throat choked, and thousands of emotions swelled in his chest, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. He just subconsciously wanted to run forward, and then take a good look at him day and night. The one who thinks.
But Murong Xiu stopped after two steps, as if he was afraid that the figure in front of him would dissipate again. He no longer stepped forward, only looked up at the horse's figure, and trembled very carefully. Asked:
"Brother Changqing, is it... you?"
Are you here to save me? You... don't blame me?
The silver-faced man on the horse bowed his head slightly, looked at Murong Xiu, and said nothing.
After a long while, he reached out his hand to clasp the silver mask on his face and lifted it upward.
Under the mask is a handsome face, with deep and straight facial features, slightly upturned corners of the mouth, and the sweaty and slightly curled hair on the forehead reveals a bit of unruly and unrestrained appearance. And a pair of eyes are as crystal clear as amber, and they are now looking at him coldly, slightly mockingly.
Murongxiu shook his whole body, stepped back a few steps, and widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Helian Rongchuan?! Why are you?"
"Why can't it be me?"
Helian Rongchuan sneered and raised the longbow in his hand: "If it weren't entrusted by others, plus the dog thief surnamed Pang, it would be nothing more than you. I should have killed you first! "
After speaking, a pinch of horse belly turned and wanted to leave.
"Entrusted by others?"
Murongxiu's eyes suddenly lit up. He ignored the muddy blood on the ground, ran a few steps barefoot, and violently pulled the corner of Helian Rongchuan's hem with all his strength, and said incoherently excitedly:
"Did Changqing call you to save me? He really didn't die, did he? Where is he? Where is he?!"
Murong Xiu's heart was beating fiercely. He was almost convinced that Helian Rongchuan was willing to bring the Xuanjia Army to rescue him instead of killing him, he must be entrusted by Yan Changqing!
An unprecedented joy rushed into his mind, and Murong Xiu trembled uncontrollably.
Yan Changqing is still alive, he is still alive! ! !
Helian Rongchuan frowned in disgust, cast his eyes down with the tip of a scimitar, and cut off the corner of his clothes that was gripped by Murong Xiu.
"Don't stain my clothes."
Murongxiu spent almost all his strength on pulling the corner of his clothes. Now that he loosened his strength, he fell to the ground unexpectedly, but he immediately got up again and opened his arms to stop Helian Rongchuan horse:
"Changqing is alive, he is here now, isn't he?!"
"So what? So what?" Helian Rongchuan's eyes became more chilly. He tried to restrain the urge to chop at the knife, and shouted:
"You are the one who forced him to death, even if he comes alive now and stands in front of you, do you have the face to meet him?!"
Murong Xiu was stunned when he heard the words, as if being splashed down by a basin of ice water, and instantly froze there, only to feel that the bloody mouth in his heart seemed to have been slashed a few inches away by a pair of iron hooks, and he could barely breathe. .
Yes, he Changqing was forced to death by his own hands. The bright red blood splashed all over his body, and the feeling of slowly turning from heat to cold is still painful to him when he thinks about it. Looking back over the decades, has his brother Changqing ever been unfaithful to him for a moment? Not protecting him?
But what about Murongxiu? On the day of his accession to the throne, he secretly vowed to protect Changqing in front of hundreds of civil and military officials, but in the end, the protection he said all the time became a sharp sword that hurt Yan Changqing.
After Yan Changqing died, he didn't even dare to look at the tomb tablet again. Now, what face does he have to see him again and call him brother again?
He was really confused.
Murong Xiu smiled bitterly, and sighed for a long time. It seemed that all the fantasies and obsessions in his heart disappeared in this long sigh.
"... Then... please tell him ‘sorry’ for me... After all, I’m sorry for not keeping my promise."
Helian Rongchuan narrowed his eyes and gave Murongxiu a cold look:
"Never mind, count you as acquaintance." He raised his wrist and threw a black jade into Murong Xiu's hand.
The cold and clear black jade was carved into a half-lying black tiger. It is the weapon of the Xuanjia Army.
"Tell you, Xiang Yu is responsible for the handover of the Profound Armor army. You can handle the rest."
Helian Rongchuan inadvertently dropped a sentence, without looking at Murong Xiu again, turned around and clamped his horse's belly, and headed toward the farthest rolling hillside in a cool and unrestrained manner.
Murong Xiu pressed the soldier talisman tightly on his chest, staring at a small dark shadow standing still on the hillside for a long time, and finally smiled bleakly.
He suddenly understood why Helian Rongchuan came to rescue him. Maybe not only because Yan Changqing didn't want to see him, but also because Yan Changqing wanted him to owe Helian Rongchuan a kindness.
As long as he owes Helian Rongchuan a kindness all his life, he will not be able to hurt Helian Rongchuan for the rest of his life.
Brother, you still don't want to believe me after all.
Murong Xiu smiled bitterly, turned around silently, staring at the bloody battlefield under his feet and the countless people behind him.
He knew what he owed and what he should use to pay it back.
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The sound of horseshoes left the battlefield, and it became more clear and sweet. Riding the wind and falling snow, the horse ran for a while in the night, and finally stopped on a low snowy slope.
The melting silvery white moonlight illuminates the two snow-covered pine trees on the slope. The sparkling little snowflakes are flying lightly, standing quietly under the tree, one person and one horse.
"It's done!"
Helian Rongchuan jumped off his horse and walked briskly towards the man.
"You really don't plan to look at the little emperor again? Hey, he's crying so sad."
Under the moonlight, the man had black hair like satin, and his eyes were clear. Although he didn't say a word, the corners of his beautiful lips had a slight smile.
"Don't regret it, if you want to see him in the future, I shouldn't."
Helian Rongchuan raised his eyebrows, his tone threatening three-pointers jokingly, very exuberant.
Yan Changqing finally shook his head helplessly and stretched out his hand:
"Let's go."
Helian Rongchuan and Yan Changqing looked at each other and smiled, held his hand tightly, and kissed him hard on the cheek:
"go!"
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"History of Yan": In the sixth year of Qingzhao, the imperial master Pang Zheng passed through Beirong and led 50,000 rebels to besiege the capital Sheng'an on the 39th. Fortunately, General Yan Changqing led the Xuanjia Army with 30,000 and Yingzhou Mansion Army with 20,000 to rescue them, slashed 9,000 enemies and captured tens of thousands.
After the Qingzhao Rebellion, Emperor Xianzong learned from his painful experience, and confessed his crimes to the world. Later changed the name to Yongqing. Xianzong tried his best to govern, not to stop at night, to consolidate the frontier outside, to avoid wars, to give light to the people, and to rest with the people. Forty-three years of Xianzong's reign, the world was rich and rich, there were no barking policemen in the city, and Li Shu had no fighting for war.
So called: the rule of Yongqing.
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Thank you Sansi Little Angel for the mine!
[The police without dog barking in the city, the battle of Li Shu without fighting, this sentence is used in the history book to evaluate Zhaojun's departure from the fortress (forgive me for not compiling classical Chinese) for decades without war and chaos, the world is peaceful, and it is also the little emperor’s contribution to his brother. Kind of Guardian
It’s over here, more than 300,000 words. wrote it from July last year to the end of January this year. It’s really a bitter tear~
(Of course, there will be sweet fanfare on offer recently!)
Thank you to all the little angels who have caught up to this chapter. It is your encouragement that made me stick to it. I really love you!
I hope you can comment more. In addition, I am going to write modern ** in the next article. (Don’t laugh at the title of my book, hum)
Fanwai 1: Helian Rongchuan’s pre-marital anxiety
After returning from Yan State, Yan Changqing and Helian Rongchuan traveled around the mountains and rivers, and had a happy life for a long time. However, the good times didn't last long. Since Yan Changqing promised to make an agreement with him a month ago, Helian Rongchuan has changed into severe premarital anxiety.
For Yan Changqing, it is only a ritual to make a bond or not. It is more important for two people to be with Meimei for a long time. But Helian Rongchuan didn't think so. He always felt that although Yan Changqing was happier with him, he also gave up the future of Yan Country, and gave up the chance of having children and grandchildren. He always felt that he was owed to Yan Changqing, so he had to do everything possible to make everything perfect, as compensation to Yan Changqing.
And the result of all striving for perfection, striving for perfection, and picking up faults, is that Helian Rongchuan became extremely anxious and abnormal...
This abnormality is the beginning of Helian Rongchuan's auspicious days. Helian Rongchuan invited a large group of fortune tellers with white beards and yellow robes and surrounded him in his garden. He sat in the middle with his two long legs crossed with a serious face, holding a gold leaf in his hand. A small red-bottomed book with the word "囍" with a writing brush between my ears. Yan Changqing was shocked when he saw it for the first timehe thought Helian Rongchuan was going to ask ghosts and gods.
"His Royal Highness, the eighth day of September is a great day, you see." An old man with a white beard, a fortune teller, holding a densely packed yellow paper: "Chonghou (Gengshen) Shabei, suitable for marrying, accepting, and making money, all are Great luck!"
"September, don't you have to wait for another half a year? No way, no, the night is long and dreamy!" Helian Rongchuan shook his head, raised his pen and drew a small cross on his little red notebook.
"His Royal Highness, look at this? On June 21st, Chonglong (Jiachen) Shabei, the stars are your natal tiger, can keep everything going smoothly!" Another fortune teller looked eagerly.
"Well, this..." Helian Rongchuan took the yellow paper, squinted his eyebrows and looked at it with an unpredictable expression for a long time, and suddenly cut the line:
"This fetal god is not good! Why is it located directly south of the kitchen stove? It is unlucky to face the kitchen stove! No good!"
"This...this..." The fortune teller wiped his sweat silently: "His Royal Highness, didn't you make a bond with a man? Why pay attention to the fetal god..."
"Of course you must pay attention!" Helian Rongchuan waved his writing brush and said solemnly: "There are so many days a year, I will choose a day that is good in all aspects. As for whether it is useful, cough cough, do your business?"
"Don't do our business, don't do our business..." A few fortune tellers had to agree with a wry smile. They were locked in a small black room by Helian Rongchuan, waving a writing brush and an old yellow calendar for three days and three nights, and finally figured out a good day, one month later, on the fourth day of May.
Helian Rongchuan looked at the writings full of good fortune and great fortune, children and grandchildren, family noble and prosperous, longevity as Pengzu’s auspicious days, smiled with satisfaction, and did not notice the fortune tellers who had just been released from the small dark room. All of her hair is bald.
Yan Changqing looked at Helian Rongchuan and breathed a sigh of relief in silence-finally fooled him. In order to prevent these fortune tellers from becoming monks at home, Yan Changqing secretly ordered these fortune tellers to make up a perfect day.
However, less than half a day after the date of the contract was set, Helian Rongchuan entered a new and more terrifying intermittent anxious period.
"Changqing, how do you think we made a contract in Fengshen Valley? In May, there are a lot of flowers and grass, and the place is big. The banquet can be set up!" With an extremely exquisite and detailed map of Dongyun, Helian Rongchuan circled countless small dots. Among them, on the location of the Fengshen Valley on the far left of the map, Helian Rongchuan made the largest circle, and a lot of notes were written next to it—this is Helian Rongchuan who spent five days of work and made him seventy-seven. The answer voted by the "hupug and dog friends" who are best at eating, drinking and having fun traveling north and south.
Yan Changqing was practising handwriting leisurely on the side of the book case, so he put a pen on it, and leaned over to take a look.
"Well, it's good."
Yan Changqing nodded.
Helian Rongchuan glanced sideways at Yan Changqing, his mood suddenly fell, like a kid who had done something wrong:
"...Ah, don't you like it? Then I will choose."
Yan Changqing looked inexplicable: "I like it."
"Don't force it. Don't worry, I will satisfy you." Helian Rongchuan's head lowered lower.
"Where is it? This place is very good." Yan Changqing was puzzled. There are mountains and lakes. It is indeed a beautiful place, very suitable for wedding events.
"Then why did you look at here just now?" Helian Rongchuan pointed to