The Pei family is a prominent literary family in central Sichuan. For hundreds of years, everyone in Sichuan and Sichuan has been flocking to them. They are basically similar to Yan Lin and are equivalent to the spiritual leaders of Sichuan and Sichuan.
Therefore...
At this time, the Pei family was strictly monitored by the imperial guards, which still made many people filled with indignation.
Even every day, many people from all walks of life suddenly appeared at the door of the Pei family's house and launched a sudden attack with the intention of rescuing Pei Yanran.
However, most of these people were attracted by moths and eventually turned into corpses at the door, and then were dragged away.
but.
despite this.
The next day, people would still come.
This is the chivalrous style of this era, the chivalrous style.
Pei Yanran couldn't bear to see the rangers coming and going every day. Finally, she decided to sit in the high-rise building of the Pei family every day, playing the piano and singing. The clear and soft sound seemed to calm people's hearts.
This kind, beautiful woman seems to be telling others.
Don't come...
Don't make unnecessary sacrifices.
As soon as she wakes up every day, she appears in this high-rise building, seeming to tell the world that she is still alive and there is no need to worry.
really.
In this way, those rangers did not come to die.
However, a strange atmosphere began to permeate the entire Shuzhou City, and even this atmosphere was slowly accumulating. No one said it, but everyone understood it.
It's just that under the white terror of Xie Yang, the imperial guards, and the black-clad guards, people dared not speak out in anger.
This anger, this unwillingness, this energy that seems to be ready to explode at any time, everything is unspoken.
"Come on..."
Pei Yanran, this charming and charming woman, looked at the north with her clear and beautiful eyes. There was a trace of obsession and a trace of excitement in her eyes, but there was also a trace of determination.
Come on.
Come quickly.
Why don't you come? Is it because Yanran is in the city?
However, when you come to the bottom of the pond to save Sichuan and Shu from water and fire, so what if Yan Ran is gone?
Oh, my Changfeng.
You are an indomitable hero. You should not care about the love between this woman and the flowers in front of and under the moon.
I know you in this life,
Even if it's just the first time.
Yanran is enough.
Come on.
As Yanran told you, the green plum promise in the past life and this life will never be broken up.
Come on.
In Yanran's dream with you, we have already crossed the twenty-four bridges, and we are infatuated in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Don't ask who cares about who is lonely in this fleeting time.
Don't ask, who leaned on whose shoulder in loneliness during the mourning period.
Changfeng, come on.
Even if we haven't met for the first time.
If Yanran is not here.
It can also turn into a lone soul to help you drive away monsters, ghosts and ghosts in the mountains.
I see you holding a three-foot long spear, and your eyebrows are like swords. When I hear your roar, the killing sound shakes the field and makes the sky darken.
Yanran is here.
Feel free to come.
If you come, Yan Ran will definitely dance in front of you.
If you come, I will be dead and Yanran will sleep under the car.
The sweet blood can be dyed by the wind.
The beautiful soul, Sichuan and Sichuan learn from each other.
One ancient song after another resounded throughout Yizhou.
So melancholy, so decisive...
In Yizhou, this depressive atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger.
Just then.
A person exclaimed in this empty street with only Pei Yanran's music playing.
"General Qin sent troops from Jiange and defeated Zitong the next day!"