Zhuge Yue sneered, drank alone and didn't speak. The wind blew between the two of them, carrying a icy chill, Chu Qiao looked at Zhuge Yue, all the past passed by in a trance, she was a little dazed, holding the wine glass, she didn't know what to say.
"I saw that person."
"Who?" Chu Qiao asked.
"The person who led me to lead the troops to kill the officers and soldiers of the Southwest Township." Zhuge Yue raised his head and said slowly, "The name is Cheng Yuan, and now he is the first commander of the Yanbei Army, succeeding Wu Daoya's Position, at present, besides Yan Xun, he is already the most powerful person in Yanbei."
Chu Qiao silently lowered her head and did not speak. Zhuge Yue looked at her, thought for a while, nodded, and said, "You are right to go back to the inland of Yanbei. The forces in Yanbei's army are deeply intertwined, and this is not the place for you to stay."
Chu Qiao smiled, "Well, I've had a good year."
"That's good," Zhuge Yue smiled brightly, "In his position, he is seeking his own government. There are many forces in the Yanbei Army, and the Great Brotherhood is deeply entrenched. If it were not for the threat of our army, Yan Xun would have been dethroned long ago. People with insight and kindness are useless, and seizing power is inevitable. It will be of great benefit to you if you can understand the reason for this."
Chu Qiao nodded and said: "I understand that there is a price to be paid for the achievement of any goal. A little setback will not defeat me."
Zhuge Yue smiled, and the fox fur cloak surrounded his slightly blue chin. Zhuge Yue was handsome, and there was even a little bit of evil in this handsomeness. At this moment, he was sitting in front of Chu Qiao like this, speaking words that only two people could understand, Chu Qiao suddenly felt that this person knew her very well. There are some things that Yan Xun doesn't understand, even she herself is unwilling to face them, but he can find out everything through clues, including her dreams, her beliefs, her hopes, her happiness, her troubles...
This is a terrifying person. He has a keen sense of fighting, has super martial arts skills, has artistic tactics, and has a strong family power. However, Chu Qiao still couldn't see clearly, what exactly did he want after all these years
Yan Xun wanted revenge, he wanted to conquer the Great Xia, and fight for hegemony; Zhao Che wanted the throne, he wanted to make the country rich and powerful, and become a hero of the generation; majestic. And Zhuge Yue, what does he want? No one knows, and no one can see clearly. Looking into those pitch-black eyes, Chu Qiao felt as if she was about to sink into them. His gaze was like a vortex, looking at her deeply, the surface was light and calm, but inside was a mass of burning fire.
Maybe, maybe he once said what he wanted. In Bian Tang's Misty Rain Jiangnan, he hugged her, suppressed his pride and anger, and said in a low voice: "I need you too."
How could such words come from his mouth? However, those words eventually became her demon barrier, a nightmare that she could never overcome in her life, and a joke that she could never respond to.
"Zhuge Yue, the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and the situation in the court is also unpredictable. Take care of yourself."
Zhuge Yue smiled gently, showing a rare gentle expression, he looked at the goddess statue in the middle of the hall, and said slowly: "Those, they can't hurt me."
Everyone has a dead spot, and his will soon be covered by other people's surnames, so he will never have a dead spot again.
Zhuge Yue stood up, his slender figure was extraordinarily handsome under the moonlight, his whole body was like a marble sculpture, with bright rays of light shining on his cheeks. He quietly raised his head and looked at the tall statue of the Valkyrie. The woman's beautiful face was shining with a fierce heroism. The dark red armor on her body was carefully carved in ancient times. There are thin traces, as if there are blood threads swimming in it. Holding a sharp battle ax in her hand, she stood with her back to the goddess of pregnancy, and her eyes shot out sharp and sharp rays of light, like angry flames and knives.
Zhuge Yue's mind was in a trance for a while, he couldn't tell what he felt when he first saw the statue. In a trance, he seemed to see a person through her, and that person, like this sitting martial god, had Firm beliefs and lofty ideals. In the past, he sneered at these things. He wandered among the powerful family since he was a child, and he was used to seeing intrigues and conspiracy traps. The idea that human nature is inherently evil has long been deeply rooted in his heart.
But later, he gradually understood that people do not only live for themselves, people can have great ideals, and when a person works hard for his ideals, it is the most beautiful time. Once, he didn't know what power was supporting her, why she was so steadfast, he never believed in fate, sometimes, he even thought, maybe God's will is on her side, such a person , maybe even God is not willing to let it down!
Some feelings that made him hate, and even feel ashamed, had already been planted in his heart. He hated his cowardice and madness, but he couldn't resist the burning thoughts in his heart day by day. He couldn't figure out when it started. At that time, they were still so young, and she was not even as tall as a horse's leg. How could there be such absurd feelings
However, in the following nights, when I dreamed back at midnight, I would always think of the child's eyes when he was about to leave, firm and unyielding, like an angry little leopard that would never succumb to the hunter's hide under the whip. He thought, he must have been bewitched, bewitched for many years, bewitched by such a firm belief, bewitched by such sharp eyes, and the words she said to him many times, " Zhuge Yue, just watch!"
So he watched like this, kept watching, watched her break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, watched her climb to the top, watched her exhausted, watched her fall again and again, and climbed up again and again, despite the full Painful, but never shaken.
In this world, who will never leave you when you are completely in purgatory? Who will be with you when you have nothing? Who would give up their lives and follow them to the death? And who, after being left out, will still stand by your side unwaveringly
Yan Xun, how lucky you are, but how you don't know how to cherish.
Zhuge Yue smiled, turned and walked outside. The strong wind was howling outside, blowing his cloak with a whistling sound, and he left straight away. If you can't get it, it's better to let it go freely. In Zhuge Yue's life dictionary, there is never the word "request".
"Zhuge Yue!" Chu Qiao shouted suddenly. Zhuge Yue's body trembled, and he stopped. The girl ran forward eagerly, her footsteps stepped on the snow, and she sank deeply.
Zhuge Yue turned his head and frowned slightly, "Is there anything else?"
Chu Qiao unfastened the Moon Breaking Sword from her waist, held it flat in her hand, handed it to him, and said solemnly, "Take care all the way."
Zhuge Yue looked at the sword in her hand, but he didn't take it, let alone return the broken red sword at his waist.
Chu Qiao was a little embarrassed, but she still held her sword stubbornly, and looked at him with fixed eyes, like a child who couldn't get candy and was angry and refused to eat.
"What does this mean?"
Chu Qiao bit her lip, meditated for a moment, and finally said: "The all-out war between Yanbei and Daxia is about to break out. When the time comes, it is inevitable that we will meet on the battlefield. I will not show mercy, and you don't have to worry about me anymore. We..."
Zhuge Yue's expression suddenly turned cold. He lowered his head and frowned slightly. Chu Qiao was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, and his voice gradually became quieter.
"Xing'er, in all fairness, if we met on the battlefield, would you really cut off my head?"
Zhuge Yue's voice was deep and soothing. It seemed that this sentence was not uttered from his throat, but was transmitted through his heavy heartbeat. Chu Qiao's palms were cold, but there was fine sweat streaming down her mouth. She took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and said slowly: "I won't kill you, but I will do my best ability to defeat you."
A burst of deep laughter came slowly, Zhuge Yue lowered his head, shook his head slightly, did not speak, just took the sword in Chu Qiao's hand, held it upside down, stepped on the snow step by step, turned and left.
"Unfortunately, I can't."
It's not that they can't, but they don't want to, because he always knows that sometimes, for them, failure means death.
And how could he deprive her of the only bargaining chip she relied on for survival
Chu Qiao bit her lip, something was suppressed between her chest and abdomen, making her chest hurt. She looked at his straight back, which was so cold, she lowered her head, and said word by word: "Life is like being in the midst of thorns. Injury. If the heart moves, people will move rashly, hurt their bodies, hurt their bones, and suffer all kinds of pain in the world."
Zhuge Yue's footsteps stopped abruptly like that, he still remembered this sentence, it was so long ago, so long ago that he was still a gloomy and indifferent young man, she was still a child with nothing, and the lights of Shangyuan night were flickering , he tentatively asked her to read the words.
How ridiculous! Zhuge Yue raised the corner of his mouth coldly, wouldn't it hurt if he doesn't move
"I have already been pierced by thorns." The hoarse voice echoed on the top of the mountain, and the strong wind blew past, blowing the voice to pieces in an instant.
Snow, it started to fall again.
To the east of Minxi Mountain, a group of caravans dressed as ordinary merchants set up camp, presumably they were Zhuge Yue's people. Standing in front of the temple gate, Chu Qiao watched the man's back gradually disappear in the wind and snow, feeling cold all over her body. She walked in alone, picked up the jug on the floor, raised her head and took a sip, the warm liquid flowed down her throat, with a spicy aroma.
Looking up, I saw the Valkyrie looking at her sharply, as if blaming her for her recklessness and disregard of the overall situation, while on the other side, the Mother God's eyes were gentle, and seemed to understand all her sufferings. She slowly fell to the ground, leaning against a tall pillar and sitting down, hugging her knees, so thin, like a child who hasn't grown up. When we set off on the second day, there was a sudden sound of horse hoofs behind us, and we saw a fast horse galloping towards us on the white snow field. Showing magnanimity, she came from the east, and when she saw Chu Qiao's team, they didn't stop and rushed straight.
He Xiaoying straightened his sword eyebrows, stepped forward on his horse, and said in a deep voice: "Who is it? Tell me your name!"
The woman turned her head to look at him, her eyes twitched, she smiled brightly, and even swung the whip twice more vigorously, and rushed forward. He Xiao frowned, and stepped forward to stop him, but saw the woman's willow eyebrows raised, and said in a crisp tone: "Auspicious, kick him!"
As if the war horse under her crotch could understand her words, it stopped suddenly, and with a long hiss, it stood up the moment He Xiao approached, and kicked He Xiao's war horse's belly with both front legs. His horse wailed and fell to the snow.
He Xiao was quite nimble, he rolled forward on the ground and stood still, but his helmet fell off and his hair was covered with snow, making him very embarrassed.