The death of the little girl is a pain that Fu'an will never mention, but is always hidden deep in his heart.
He regretted and regretted it, but no matter what, the little girl was dead. No matter what he did, the little girl would not come back to life. He could only vent his anger on the enemy.
So many years later, General Fu'an emerged from nowhere and led a group of Daluo's brave troops to regain Yannan Pass and repel the enemy.
But he still thought of the little girl from time to time.
No matter how many people he killed, he would never see the little girl again.
This is probably the saddest thing in the world...
No matter how hard I try, I can never see the little girl...
I can only hold on to those shallow memories. It seems like I have been haunted by nightmares for many years. I only meet the little girl in my dreams, but the little girl does not often fall into dreams. Even if she does, she only leaves a distant and vague memory.
's back.
Fu'an tried hard to catch up, but he couldn't catch up no matter what.
Only when he wakes up suddenly will he remember,
The little girl is dead.
Yes... already dead.
The little girl Yuying who was brought back from the execution ground by the young man, in Fu'an's heart, was just like the little girl back then.
She seemed to have some hard-to-resolve knot in her heart. She was always as calm as water. Although she was docile and well-behaved, she was distant and indifferent towards Fu'an.
Even this is exactly the same as the little girl.
Therefore, when Yuying raised the Beauty Blade and was about to pierce it into Fu'an's mouth, Fu'an saw clearly but did not stop Yuying.
The worst possible outcome is death.
Faced with death, Fu'an was calm and calm.
Back then, if it weren't for the little girl, the person who died in front of the two armies would be Fu'an. Even if the general Zhenguo might desperately rescue Fu'an, it would be a more bleak ending.
If this is really the case, think about it, not only Yannan Pass will be lost, I am afraid that even the entire Daluo Kingdom will cease to exist.
He should have died long ago.
It is no longer appropriate to linger on our last breath until now.
Now, Yuying picked up the Beauty Blade and headed towards Fu'an's mouth. Fu'an didn't feel anything was wrong, but quietly waited for the moment when the Beauty Blade pierced his heart.
However--
The moment Yuying mentioned the Beauty Blade,
Suddenly a sword blade penetrated deeply into Yuying's heart.
The sword edge came from the back and penetrated Yuying's chest. Yuying looked down in disbelief and saw blood spurting out and falling on Fu'an who was standing in front of Yuying.
Yuying turned her head with difficulty and saw the young man with a cold face, taking back the long sword. There was blood dripping on the blade and dripping on the ground.
Obviously,
It was the young man who killed Yuying.
Yuying opened her mouth, but could not speak. After a while, she could only say one sentence with difficulty: "Why...?"
She clearly trusts young people so much...
The young man just smiled, his smile was light and gentle, but the words he spat out were cold and profound: "Your whole family died because of me, what's wrong with having one more you?"
Yuying's body couldn't help but tremble.
"Why?"
The young man did not answer, but looked coldly at Yuying as she fell to the ground, without any pity in his eyes. When he killed Yuying just now, he did not hesitate at all, as if the girl in front of him was just a stranger.
Can……
Over the years, he has clearly witnessed Yuying grow from a little girl to a graceful young girl, and Yuying has always followed him and listened to him.
Even if it is a pet, after being together for so many years, there should always be some feelings for it.
Despite this, the young man still did not hesitate at all when he committed the final murder.
The young man has long since lost his heart.
From the moment he stepped into Daluo Kingdom again, the young man had already realized that there was only one path for him in the future, and that was revenge. Anything else that would hinder his revenge would be abandoned.
He doesn't need any sympathy or sympathy.
…
Yunwan didn't know about these things either.
Those are all stories that were buried in the past with the death of the young man, and are never mentioned again in this world.
Chen Fengxu only roughly knew that Yun Wan was from Yuqi.
And Shen Cang is now a guard in the Qinglin Guard. He spends most of his time in the palace, so he occasionally meets the nobles in the palace, and even meets Jiang Xiuyue a few times.
When she saw Shen Cang, Jiang Xiuyue showed a bit of shyness and embarrassment. After all, they were cousins once, but now Shen Cang is still Shen Cang, and Jiang Xiuyue has become one of the many concubines of Emperor Ming Jin. one.
But Shen Cang's attitude towards Jiang Xiuyue remained the same.
He smiled and said: "Cousin Xiangyue, long time no see."
Qing Linwei on the side patted Shen Cang on the shoulder and reminded in a low voice: "Chen Cang! What are you talking nonsense about? This is Jiang Xiaoyi in front of you, not a cousin!"
After entering the palace, you become a member of the Tian family.
…
There is no life on this road.
The alley is long, narrow and gloomy, and as far as the eye can see, it is bottomless. Even if there are some dim lights, it is still heart-stopping.
There was a man standing by the wall. His face was as pale as paper, but he still had a faint smile on his lips, as if he had forgotten everything.
The little girl standing in front of him was probably thinking about something. She looked at him for a long time and finally spoke:
"Does it hurt...?"
"Are you talking about this wound?" He smiled, then shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, not at all."
The ending sound was somewhat sad, but it passed away with the wind and drifted in the air.
After a moment of silence, the little girl raised her head, blinked in confusion, and then put her hand on the wound on his chest.
An arrow pierced in front of him, and the blood stained a large area of his clothes red, which looked shocking.
But he was very calm.
The little girl added: "One thousand four hundred years ago, there was also a Li Jiancheng..."
Hearing this, he suddenly let out a breath and raised his hand to pull out the feather arrow in front of him. Blood spattered out instantly, but his expression remained unchanged: "Really? It's probably a coincidence."
Fourteen hundred years ago, Prince Li Jiancheng of the Tang Dynasty was killed by the King of Qin Li Shimin with an arrow when he was under the Xuanwu Gate. He was named King of Xi and given the posthumous title of Prince Yin.
The man in front of me is also named Li Jiancheng.
"Let's go."
The little girl pulled Li Jiancheng and walked out of the alley, but her steps were a little difficult.
Li Jiancheng suddenly laughed: "Is this very heavy?"
He was referring to the ancient sword on the little girl's back.
The ancient sword was wrapped and bound in layers. In addition to the scabbard, there were also white cloth bands wrapping it around like a mummy. It was only barely possible to tell that it was a sword from its appearance.
"Um."
"Then why are you carrying it? You don't know how to use it."
Li Jiancheng could tell at a glance that the little girl was not a martial arts practitioner at all. Even if she was holding an ancient sword, she was unable to fight with others.
The little girl stopped and looked up at Li Jiancheng: "I thought you would help me carry it instead of making such sarcastic remarks."
"I'm still injured." Li Jiancheng pointed to the wound in front of him, but when he looked at the little girl again and met her ruthless eyes, he had no choice but to stretch out his hand, "Then I'll do it."
"No need."
She walked out first.
Li Jiancheng sighed and followed the little girl.
After exiting the alley, the night outside was bustling.
The street market at night is always so noisy.
But even among the crowds, the little girl and Li Jiancheng stood out.
Not to mention the ancient sword behind the little girl, just looking at Li Jiancheng, the large amount of blood in front of him and his pale face always made people think that he would collapse to the ground the next moment.
But Li Jiancheng didn't. On the contrary, he walked leisurely and leisurely, following behind the little girl unhurriedly.
He even had time to talk to her:
"I don't know your name yet."
"Ruan Xiang."
"It's a good name."
"Perfunctory."
…
In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, all the civil and military officials stood in the hall, and there were thousands of soldiers and horses, all with solemn expressions and serious expressions, waiting for the return of the king.
When the young man stepped out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the wind was getting louder and shriller, and a pale sun hung in the gray sky, making everything look extremely sad.
He simply told a story.
From the border of Daluo, I went and came back.
At that time, countless people were kneeling outside Qianyuan Hall.
It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and snowflakes were falling from the sky. The people kneeling outside the palace tightened their sleeves, but they were still unable to cover themselves from the wind and snow.
The chamberlain on duty in front of the Qianyuan Palace twitched his lips, feeling a little unbearable.
Yesterday was a happy day for the new emperor of Daluo to ascend the throne.
The dusk is dim and the cold wind is howling.
The autumn wind carried withered yellow leaves and blew them to Li Zhao's feet.
Li Zhao sat on the threshold, looked at the courtyard, and sighed deeply.
The courtyard is extremely prosperous. The ground is paved with neat and smooth bluestone tiles. There are strange-shaped rockeries and stone forests along the way. The pavilions and pavilions are scattered in an orderly manner, contrasting with the flower fields beside it.
In the flower field, there are hundreds of flowers in full bloom, which are so beautiful. Outside the flower field, there is a bench made of golden nanmu, and there is a swing next to it for people to play.
There is even a small bridge and running water behind the courtyard...
But all this is just Li Zhao's fantasy.
The small courtyard is just a square inch of land surrounded by a fence. Only half a wooden board is left hanging on the courtyard door. Apart from the leaves piled up in the corner, there is only an ancient well left in the courtyard.
Broken and defeated.
The setting sun is shining in the west, and the desolate autumn wind is blowing, adding a bit of desolation.
"Alas..." Li Zhao sighed again.
Suddenly someone pushed open the dilapidated courtyard door.
The visitor held a few pieces of dry biscuits in his arms, trotted to the threshold, sat down next to Li Zhao, and carefully gave Li Zhao a few pieces of dry biscuits.
"Eat quickly, I got it with great difficulty."
After not eating for several days, Li Zhao hugged the dry biscuits and almost shed tears.
The dry biscuit must have been left for a long time and was hard enough to bite the teeth, but Li Zhao still rubbed it bit by bit with cold water, not even leaving the crumbs in his palm untouched, and even licked his fingers.
Although I haven't eaten enough, I feel somewhat confident.
After eating, Li Zhao felt a little more at ease.
…
There is a gentle breeze and light rain.
The lingering drizzle fell like a gauze, and a layer of white rain mist splashed on the eaves of the surrounding painting pavilions, slightly wetting the green bricks and white tiles. There were ripples in the flower pond, and the gentle breeze caressed by.
Circle in a circle, dots appear.
In the Xiangyue Pavilion, the girl leans against the window railing as if she is boneless, her eyes are filled with autumn water, and her dark eyebrows are slightly frowned. Without saying a word, she is full of beauty and romance. Her skin color is as pale as snow, which makes her look a little bit different.
Ruo Wu's morbid melancholy.
When you look up, you can see the furnishings of red gauze and vermilion, agarwood and sandalwood, and a peach blossom in full bloom slanted in a celadon vase, which is graceful and beautiful.
Li Xian used plum blossom-flavored incense, which was supposed to be used in winter, but in summer, it added a bit of freshness and pleasantness, and exuded a bit of a light smell.
The night breeze was refreshing, with layers of moisture blowing against my face.
…
The dusk was sinking in the west, and the sky was filled with clouds. There was a hint of rain coming, and the wind was filling the building. There was a bit of chill in the air, which made people close their sleeves, but there was still a cold wind pouring into the collar.
Heavy snow fell, and the whole world was covered in silver.