On the Changling Ancient Road, several horses galloped past, and the sky was full of smoke and dust, all the way eastward, heading straight to Langzhou.
Several Xuanjia iron guards escorted Si Weiyun from Tiandu without stopping, covering three thousand miles without stopping, and it took less than five days to rush into the territory of Donghai Duhufu. When he saw the towering Langzhou City, Si Weiyun seemed to be slightly relieved, but the anxiety in his heart continued unabated.
Because during the war, Langzhou city was heavily defended by elite soldiers, and the people who came and went were strictly checked. Just as the city defenders stopped the team, they suddenly saw a black token flashed in the hand of the person in front of them. After seeing it clearly, the leading Lieutenant of the Chinese Army couldn't help being surprised. During the Shengwu period, the Xuanjia Army, which fought north and south with Emperor Hao, has always had an unparalleled reputation and status in the army of the Celestial Dynasty. The Xuanjia Army Order, like an imperial decree, must be held by Emperor Hao's personal guards and secret envoys, with heavy responsibilities.
The school captain stroked his sword to salute, and looked up. There is only one person in Xuanjia Iron Guard who is dressed in a commoner robe and is described as thin. Although he is covered in dust and dust, he can't hide his integrity and demeanor. The person escorted by the Xuanjia iron guard must be extraordinary. The captain saw traces of deep thought from his slightly furrowed brows, and the solemn aura he brought out in a blink of an eye was faintly imminent.
Si Weiyun looked forward along the strong and far-reaching gate of Langzhou City, then asked Qing Zhan King Xingyuan where he rode his horse into the city.
Martial law is everywhere in the city, and patrolling soldiers will pass by from time to time, with sharp swords and sharp swords. Three days ago, King Zhan personally led more than 400 warships and 200,000 naval forces to attack Liuchuan Island in person, and the outcome of the battle was based on this battle. At this moment, Langzhou and even the entire East China Sea people are waiting for the outcome of the war.
After entering the city, Si Weiyun secretly met the Langzhou patrolman Pang Yuan who was staying behind, and then went to the east of the city to view the sea platform. Ascend to the sea viewing platform, the sky is suddenly high and the sea is vast, and the waves are boundless in the distance. The long wind blows head-on, bringing a humid and slightly salty atmosphere, which makes people refreshed. Above the sentry post in the border city, the sun can be seen shining on the sword and halberd from time to time, pulling up a tight line of defense along the coast, which is unbreakable, which shows that King Zhan's army is strict.
But at this moment, Liuchuan Island didn't know how the battle was going. If the army was defeated, the Celestial Dynasty would immediately fall into internal and external difficulties, and the situation was worrisome. This battle is also the key to the success or failure of all layouts.
Si Weiyun took a deep breath of the fresh sea air, the fatigue and fatigue all the way was covered by the serenity on his face, and his heart was full of thoughts. Looking back at Tiandu, which is far away from the mountains and mountains, I can vaguely see that handsome figure. She actually made such a deep move in her hand that she ordered him to rush to Langzhou. She even had plans for the peace of the people after the war in the East China Sea. How many burdens did she have on her slender shoulders? What kind of soul is contained in such a delicate body? He seemed to be involuntarily following her to a big gamble, but he had no hesitation and was willing to do it. There was a faint wry smile on the corner of his lips, Si Weiyun closed his eyes slightly, and the sound of a distant horn suddenly sounded in his ears, followed by a dark wave faintly appearing far away on the line of the sea and sky.
As the wave approached, it could be gradually seen that hundreds of warships of the Celestial Dynasty Navy sailed high, riding the wind and waves, and sailing forward.
But after a while, the golden dragon battle flag on the ship was clearly visible, and the tens of thousands of miles of waves formed a neat and majestic black, which could almost block out the sun. The horn resounded through the sky again, and the soldiers on the observation deck not far away suddenly burst into cheers, and then a loud horn echoed, spreading throughout the entire Langzhou City.
"Great victory on Liuchuan Island!"
"Great victory on Liuchuan Island!"
Immediately, soldiers in the city raised their military flags, rode their horses and galloped, and spread the news of the battle to the whole city. When the people heard the horn message, they rushed out of the house one after another, and everyone cheered together. Hearing the good news, Si Weiyun was overjoyed, turned around and walked quickly to the Guanhai platform.
At this time, the east gate of Langzhou City was opened, and Pang Yuan, the patrol envoy, led the soldiers in the city to fly out to meet them.
The warships of the Celestial Dynasty moored into the offshore one after another, and the surrounding tiger warships slowly sailed away. However, hundreds of warships were lined up with elite soldiers, their armors were cold, and their swords were bloody. The murderous aura of returning from the battle had not yet dissipated, filling the surroundings, shocking people's hearts.
The stormy waves hit the shore, and the long waves were like snow.
As a man on the deck of the main ship raised his sword high, two hundred thousand soldiers raised their arms and shouted at the same time. The earth-shattering shouts overwhelmed the rushing tide, and the heroic spirit swept the world in an instant.
The cavalry soldiers led by Pang Yuan also heard the sound of shaking their swords, and their shouts rose and fell like a turbulent tide. The whole Langzhou was almost submerged in the power of iron and blood, the ground trembled slightly, and the mountains and fields shook.
Just today, the navy of the Celestial Dynasty made an expedition to Liuchuan Island and defeated the main force of the Japanese pirates. They destroyed more than 500 Japanese ships in one fell swoop and killed tens of thousands of enemies.
So far, the civil wars in the four territories of the Celestial Dynasty have ended, and Kyushu has been settled.
Ye Tianzhan led his army in triumph and galloped into the city. The fluttering sea breeze made his cloak rise high, and his silver armor and white helmet reflected a dazzling cold light under the blue sky. The experience of leaping horses and battles added a bit of martial spirit to his gentle demeanor, and his majestic figure, Qingyue Lingyun.
The soldiers and civilians of Langzhou lined the road to greet each other, and the cheers from all over the city were reflected in his handsome eyes, and all of them were contained in that calm and unrestrained smile.
Pang Yuan followed by his side, and when he was about to go to the gate, he led his horse forward and whispered a few words in his ear. Ye Tian raised his handsome eyes, and ordered: "Bring him to see me."
Stepping into the hall, Si Weiyun cupped his hands slightly, Pang Yuan knew how to measure, and retreated first.
At this time, Ye Tianzhan had changed his battle armor, and was wearing only a moon-white tight-sleeved warrior uniform. He was sitting in front of the desk and reading a few letters. The atmosphere of killing and killing each other complement each other, making the room awe-inspiring.
Si Weiyun bowed and said, "My lord."
Hearing the sound, Ye Tianzhan raised his head, his sharp eyes fell on him, and he asked directly, "Why did you come to Langzhou? What happened in the palace?"
Si Weiyun entrusted the letter entrusted by the queen, and said four words: "The secret order of the middle palace."
Ye Tianzhan opened the letter and read it, his eyes flicked between the familiar handwriting, and with a flip of his wrist, he stood up from the desk, pacing with his hands behind his back.
There are two completely different letters, one is written in a sad way, begging for each other, only to see people's pity and pity; They all wanted him to return to the imperial capital quickly, but they were sent by different people with completely different purposes.
With one stroke, there are two worlds, which one is true and which one is false? Even if the latter is true, where is it true? If the Feng family set a trap, if the emperor still doesn't trust him, going to the imperial capital is a gamble with his life. Who can he trust
Si Weiyun watched every expression on King Zhan's face, and he suddenly turned his head and asked, "What is the emperor doing now?"
Si Weiyun said slowly: "When I left Tiandu, the emperor was in a critical condition and was still in a coma."
A sharp luster flashed across Ye Tianzhan's eyes, and the bright waves sank into a deep cold pool. Under the bright light in the room, his tall and straight figure was like a sword drawn out of its sheath. His hands behind his back were clenched involuntarily, almost exposing the pale color between his knuckles. The dark blue blood veins were distinct, making his hands reveal a kind of The firm strength seems to crush something in between.
Si Weiyun looked at King Zhan without saying a word. At this moment, the prince in front of him is already under one person and above ten thousand people. He can lead troops to protect him, or stand on the sidelines. He can even take advantage of the victory of the East China Sea to stand on his own feet. How many people in the world can stop him? Edge? Everything is in his mind, including Si Weiyun's life and death.
Before coming to Langzhou, Si Weiyun knew all about the danger of this trip. No one dared to say for sure what King Zhan's reaction was, how confident the Queen was in taking this risky move
Thousands of thoughts fly by, but there is only a moment in front of you. When Ye Tianzhan turned his head, he was looking at Shang Si Weiyun's eyes, and his heart suddenly moved. The person who came was Si Weiyun, and there was no other person who was more upright than him, and sometimes even the emperor had nothing to do with him. Whether it is the emperor or the Feng family, if they have other plans, it is impossible for such a rigorous and upright person to come. However, she sent Si Weiyun.
Looking at each other in silence, Si Weiyun suddenly saw a sharp smile on King Zhan's lips.
His eyes are like stars, his temples are like cropped hair, and his smile is like a breeze.
In the Wutai Hall, the West Side Hall, which is usually used as the place where the emperor practiced martial arts, has the door of the openwork hall closed tightly, blocking the light and warmth outside the hall, and the sound of swords and swords is constantly coming from inside.
Yan Xi didn't dare to enter the palace, and was extremely anxious outside the door, begging bitterly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please rest for a while, Your Majesty..."
There was no response from the hall, Yan Xi was at a loss what to do, and was so anxious that he suddenly heard someone behind him say: "Yan Xi, you go down first, I am here."
Yan Xi turned his head, and at some point the queen stood behind her, her eyes seemed to be quietly looking at the palace through the delicate hollow carvings on the ebony wood, her black eyebrows were slightly drawn, tracing the traces of light and melancholy.
"Ma'am."
"Go." Qing Chen waved his hand lightly, and Yan Xi had no choice but to bow his head and retreat. Qing Chen walked up the last steps slowly, he didn't ask Ye Tianling to open the door like Yan Xi did, but just stood in front of the door and said softly: "Fourth brother, I'll wait for you outside."
After finishing speaking, she slowly sat down by the tall hall door, the voice in the hall paused for a moment, and then continued. Qing Chen hugged her knees with her hands and looked up at the clear sky in front of her. The pale golden sunlight fell on the corners of her clothes and hair. Even the sound of the wind was quiet all around, only the intermittent sound of howling swords came from the hall again and again, each time it seemed to cross her heart, making her feel unspeakable pain.
In just a few days, his body hadn't regained his vitality at all, and it would be difficult for an ordinary person to even wake up. He actually forced himself to stand up and held the sword in his hand again. How did he do that? What kind of power is contained in that almost destroyed body? Hearing the sound of the long sword falling to the ground, Qing Chen wanted to stand up several times to stop him, but kept holding back. She knew his pride, and she didn't want anyone to see him when he was embarrassed, even her. Sympathy and pity, he does not need. It has always been this kind of arrogance, unwilling to admit defeat, unwilling to bow its head, always stronger than others, and it doesn't matter if it bleeds or sweats.
It is gradually slanting westward, casting a deep shadow of the pillars in front of the hall. When Qing Chen felt that he was going to be unable to bear it any longer, there was a soft sound behind him. When she heard the sound, she turned her head, and Ye Tianling was standing there holding the door of the palace, still holding a glaring long sword in her hand.
"Fourth brother!" Qing Chen hurried forward, his azure gown seemed to have been soaked in water at the tentacles, soaked inside and out. He held her hand and panted slightly, but a haughty smile appeared on the corner of his lips, like the edge of a sword, extremely cold.
Qing Chen helped him to sit down in front of the steps, and as soon as he loosened the sword in his hand, he lay face up on the flat bluestone floor of the hall, closed his eyes slightly, did not say a word for a long time, his chest heaved and swayed, and sweat fell drop by drop. A deep and dark color blew out on the smooth ground. Qing Chen held his hand, his slender fingers trembled slightly, but he grabbed her with a sudden force. Qing Chen said softly: "Fourth brother, if you are in such a hurry, you will hurt your meridians. Haste makes waste, and you have to take your time." As he spoke, he gently pressed the acupuncture points on his arm to relax him Muscles that are stiff from overstraining.
Ye Tianling's hands loosened, and now he regained his strength, turned to look at her, and said softly, "If I can't even hold the sword firmly, how can I protect you?"
In a word, Qing Chen's eyes were full of distress and worry, and there seemed to be something stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak for a while. She hurriedly turned her head to the side, only to feel the steady temperature in his palm, like every night of sleeping together, calm and warm.
Hold your hand and grow old with you.
In the wind and rain, between life and death, no one has let go of anyone's hand. It seems that it can continue to be like this until the end of time, until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.
"As long as you are well, then I'm not afraid of anything." Qing Chen said in a very low voice, Ye Tianling suddenly sighed, and slowly covered her face with her hands, sliding her cold lips across her soft lips. The palm of her hand was deeply imprinted on the bottom of her heart.
Qing Chen sat beside him, quietly listening to his breathing, smiling gently. After a while, he remembered something and said, "Fourth brother, I forgot to tell you that there is a good news from Langzhou today, and we finally won."
Ye Tianling seemed to have expected the good news from the East China Sea, and was not very surprised. He just smiled slowly: "Seventh brother really did not disappoint."
Qing Chen smiled and said, "In two days, he will be in Heaven."
Ye Tianling propped himself up and looked deeply at her, with a faint light flashing across his jade-like eyes: "Qing'er, no matter what, I will not let you face that storm alone."