Legend of Fu Yao

Chapter 124: Turn the world upside down (2)

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Camp, said: "Two-thirds of the imperial battalion's troops are guarding the palace, and one-third of them follow. They will defend the city with Xie Shilang and Kou Zhongshu's imperial guards. How about mediating on your behalf?"

Xie Yu glanced at this slippery "little jester" in disgust, thought for a while, and said, "Okay."

He thought about it in his mind, Meng Fuyao only brought one-third of the imperial camp troops to the city, no matter what he could not make waves under his nose, with him around, could Meng Fuyao command the imperial camp? Your Majesty doesn't know what's going on, and he frequently issued random orders tonight. He and Kou Zhongshu desperately resisted the order, just to save the imperial city from danger. Fuyao, get the new decree, and then take all the imperial camp back into your hands.

Pandu has strong walls and sharp guns, the highest wall in the world, and five layers of city defense. It is complete with urn city, sheep and horse city, and suspension bridges. There are also three sections of trenches specially designed to deal with cavalry. Beiye's supply line is too long, and the tired soldiers who are running for thousands of miles without sleep at the fastest speed come. The advantage is self-evident. Xie Yu is very confident-as long as he takes back the imperial camp, he will be able to kill Zhan Beiye at the gate of the city!

He glanced suspiciously at Meng Fuyao, who was smiling calmly, thinking that Kou Zhongshu had repeatedly said that this kid has ulterior motives and one must guard against it, now that he is willing to hand over the military power, it may not be what Kou Zhongshu said.

Meng Fuyao saw his expression in his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips. She clicked on the Feihu Camp of the Imperial Camp, and galloped with Xie Yu all the way to the city gate. Xie Yu looked at Tie Cheng driving a cart behind her in surprise With a glance, Meng Fuyao said: "Your Majesty asked me to bring the family members of the governors of Jin Yanminglun's two prefectures to the top of the city, and follow the original plan."

Xie Yu looked happy and nodded. At this time, the two of them had arrived at the city gate, and they could see the flames dazzling from afar, shouting to kill the sky, and the defenders in black and the imperial guards in purple were running like ants. Running up and down, the crossbow on the turret rattled and spun 360 degrees, shooting a dense rain of arrows. The two climbed up the steps and climbed the tower. As soon as they went up the tower, Kou Zhongshu, who was in messy white clothes with a beard, shot him clumsily. The face of a Canglong soldier who climbed the wall was slapped far away by the soldier's painful palm, and everyone rushed up to drag him down in panic. Kou Zhongshu was still struggling to push up, and shouted: "Shoot! Give me a shot!" Shoot! Rocks! Logs! Hot Oil! Sandbags!"

He shouted hoarsely, and when he looked back, he saw Xie Yu and Meng Fuyao. The black-clothed Meng Fuyao was quietly sinking in the bright red firelight, standing indifferently in the rain of arrows, his face was a little pale, but the eyes looking at him were The dark eyes made the heart of Tiansha's loyal old minister jump, but the feeling disappeared in an instant, and the next instant Meng Fuyao had already greeted him with a smile.

"Master Kou is loyal to the country, and a civil servant actually takes the lead, the general admires him!"

Kou Zhongshu panted and waved his hand, Meng Fuyao walked to the wall and looked down.

Then, she saw Zhan Beiye!

The plains below the city are vast and the flames are raging. Among the infantry and cavalry rushing to kill, a black horse in black clothes, followed by a group of fierce and fierce cavalry, gallops across the formation like an angry dragon. The golden rod in his palm is heavy and heavy. Bright and beautiful, waving a meteor-like golden arc in the firelight of the night, and he occasionally raised his passing gaze, and he could still feel the hardness and strength after such a distance, shining like a diamond, and that brilliant and sharp crack The night sky exploded with broken stars.

Wherever he passed, people separated left and right like waves, and he went straight to the city wall with a ray of black light. Those big pieces of rocks that were smashed down were like children's toys in his palm, and they were instantly smashed by the golden pestle. Amidst the loud bang, he even swung a piece of rock with his arms, and flung it back to the city wall, smashing the thick city wall filled with rice paste into a hole the size of a human head!

The real hero, heroic, fierce, take the lead, and bravely crown the three armies!

Zhan Beiye swung the pestle out, took advantage of the situation to look up, and then he was shocked all over.

He saw Meng Fuyao.

On the high city wall, behind a battlement, a handsome and frail young man in light clothes and thin armor put his hands on the battlement, looking down with a smile in a completely different attitude from the tense and idle guards around him. Her sleeves and silver hairband floated in the air, casually at ease, and behind her was the back of the huge imperial city standing silently.

Her cleanliness, among the soldiers who are busy fighting with blood, looks so calm and graceful, nothing alarming.

Don't be surprised by everything for the superior.

Zhan Beiye looked at her, feeling as if his chest had been hit hard, and his hands softened so that the golden pestle almost fell to the ground. He quickly tightened his five fingers, but found that his palms were suddenly full of sweat, so wet and greasy that he couldn't hold the weapon .

After half a year, I have missed him day and night for half a year. The longing is so thick that it is taller and thicker than the city wall in front of me day by day. It stands in his day and night. When he walks in his sleep, wherever he goes, it is hers. I bump into her wherever I go—I think of her waving the whip when I walk, I think of her preference for hotter water when I drink water, I think of her indecent eating way when I eat, and I think of the two of us together that night when I sleep. He looked at her back on the couch, she was beautiful and thin, close at hand like a crescent moon and far away in the sky.

Thinking like that... thinking like that, going around in samsara, you can't get rid of the inescapable thinking.

He also thought about it countless times, what kind of situation would they meet again? On the Golden Palace? in the street? In the original mansion? How will they meet again? She greeted him with a smile, or did he greet him with a smile

He even woke up suddenly in his sleep, got up covered in cold sweat, and was about to mobilize his soldiers and horses to rush back to Pandu, but was held back by his subordinates—that night he dreamed that she was dead, squatting on the ground covered in blood, facing a moor. The blood was drawing something, and then fell down.

In the second half of the night, he never fell asleep again. He sat in the yard with his knees hugged and watched the moon till dawn.

Another time, he dreamed that she didn't wait in Pandu and ran away by himself. After waking up, he thought dazedly, maybe, Meng Fuyao could do such a thing, so he went to find her after he took down Pandu? Or just stop fighting

As a result, the next day he saw Hei Fengqi and the one-armed Ji Yu, and he went on the road again—a man has a man's responsibility, and there are some things that he can't help but indulge himself.

Now... he finally saw her again after half a year's absence. The moment he saw her, he realized that the deep and heart-wrenching longing was not deep enough, and the day and night tormenting longing turned out to be so thin compared to this moment. Like a piece of paper, seeing her feels like being struck by lightning, looking at her makes him want to run, her figure to him is like a dry desert traveler who finally meets an oasis of life, and he has to crawl over it—regardless of life or death.

So he really passed by, waving his golden pestle, from the rain of arrows, from the bushes of knives.

Meng Fuyao lightly pointed his finger at him.

Facing the distant but still blazing gaze, she raised her index finger and middle finger in a scissors-shaped, playful gesture.

"victory!"

Zhan Beiye stopped, looking at her in astonishment, but Meng Fuyao turned around, watching Xie Yu bring the family members of the governors of the two mansions up.

Those weak women and youthful youths were tied up layer by layer, guarded by Meng Fuyao's guards and pushed up to the top of the wall.

Xie Yu grabbed a woman, held up a shield, and leaned out of the city wall to shout.

"Zhan Beiye, this is the family of Jin Yanminglun, the governor of the two prefectures!"

The soldiers who lined up and rushed to attack the city wall suddenly stopped their offensive, and they turned their heads in panic. Zhan Beiye's eyes instantly became darker than ebony, and he slowly raised his palm.

A smile appeared on the corners of Xie Yu's lips, he leaned out even more, and said: "The governors of the two prefectures followed you first, fought thousands of miles with you regardless of this body, and gave up their wealth and wealth for you. Now their families are here On the top of the city, as long as you give the order to attack the city one more step, I will kill people immediately, and I will show you men from the Northland, what kind of cold-blooded traitor is the traitor you loyally follow!"

The shouting and killing gradually stopped, the wind was cold and the moon was cold, the torches were lit like countless stars on the plains, the sound of peeling could be faintly heard, and countless pairs of eyes turned to the center of the crowd, that solemn and handsome man.

At this moment, the army is silent, waiting for one person to make a difficult choice.

Xie Yu put the knife on a young woman's neck and ordered: "Retreat!"

Zhan Beiye was silent, his eyes sharp as iron, and he slammed into Xie Yu.

Xie Yu was unmoved, and the sharp knife in his hand tightened even more.

"Retreat! You bind yourself to the city! Otherwise, you will be a sinner accused by thousands of people!"

Zhan Beiye slowly raised his head and looked at the city wall. His black robe was rolled up in the wind, his handsome face was like corundum under the light of the fire, resolute and tough. He stared intently at the weak girl on the city wall, watching Meng Fuyao, who looked calm on one side, finally took a step back slowly.

Taking this step back is like jumping over a moat, like an army routed thousands of miles away!

Xie Yu's eyes burst out with joy!

"Crack!"

Snow lights up.

Like a snow-colored dragon passing through the clouds above the nine heavens, it rises from the clouds, protruding its head into the world with a dragon's chant, and drinking blood while turning around!

A ray of silver light suddenly spewed out from the mouth of the bound "weak female family member of the governor of the Jinyan Mansion", fierce and blatant, ferocious and fast, it fell into Xie Yu's eyebrows in an instant!

Blood slowly flowed out from between the eyebrows, and fell into the dust in a straight line. Xie Yu's body was forever frozen on the city wall, outside the battlements.

His joy was also forever condensed in the moment when Zhan Beiye took a step back. When he died, the expression on his face was half surprised and half happy, forming a weird smile.

He slowly let go of his hand, and took one last look at a person.

Meng Fuyao.

The young man stood on the side of the city wall with his hands behind his back, his guards in front of him and behind him, smiling at him calmly, serenely, warmly and profoundly.

With that look in his eyes, he finally understood everything before he died.

Finally... I lost...

Dynasty... Checkmate.

This was Xie Yu's last thought in his life.

Immediately he softened, fell out of the battlements, and fell straight down from the highest city wall in the world. With a bang, he fell in front of Zhanbei Mustang. Half a foot high.

now.

Thousands of miles of land stood silently, watching the death of the last loyal general of a dynasty.

But under the cold moon, the Wanjun was silent.

Zhan Beiye slowly raised his head, looked at the smiling young man in black on the city wall, and looked at that mischievous victory gesture that didn't fit the solemn atmosphere and momentum at the moment, but belonged only to her alone.

Suddenly he froze.

On the city wall, behind the young man, a man dressed as a guard suddenly walked over slowly, quietly and unobtrusively, and stood beside her.

He stood beside her, such a suitable position, from his eyes to his smile, he completely enveloped her just right.

He glanced lightly, and his eyes swept down the city, and his gaze was a bunch of king's fragrance.

Such graceful, resplendent and peerless eyes.