"girl!"
A fast horse came running suddenly, and the people on the street fled in panic. Ah Jing was covered in blood, and the true colors of his clothes could no longer be seen, "The prince is retreating from Zijin Gate, heading for Ximen, follow me quickly."
Chu Qiao nodded silently, put aside those chaotic thoughts in her heart, and followed Ah Jing.
Strong cries followed closely behind, stretching all the way.
Turning around Ziwei Square, you can see Yanbei's Iron Eagle Battle Flag, flying ferociously in the red-lit night, and countless black-armored soldiers standing on the long street in front of Ziwei Square, their blades are sharp and murderous like a rainbow. A man in a black robe sat on the horseback, standing proudly, looking forward, his face was as white as jade, his eyes were as bright as stars, handsome and elegant, like an unsheathed sword, exuding a huge murderous aura and sharp edge!
Chu Qiao was stunned suddenly, and she didn't come forward for a long time, as if she didn't recognize her. Ah Jing was behind her, slightly taken aback, "Girl, why don't you go?"
"Oh, nothing."
Such a small voice, even Ah Jing could not hear it clearly in such a chaotic night. But the man standing a hundred steps away suddenly frowned and turned his head quickly, his eyes were like sharp swords, piercing the girl's body at once.
The grim expression disappeared immediately, Yan Xun smiled, rode his horse and galloped, and shouted loudly: "Ah Chu!"
In eight years, Chu Qiao had never seen him laughing so heartily. The girl exhaled slowly, and then threw all those chaotic thoughts out of her mind. Forget it, even if it's a million dead bodies, even if it's a sea of blood and a mountain of swords, I have walked with him. At this time, how can I be obsessed with those things. As long as he is still there, as long as he is okay, as long as they can still smile at each other, everything is enough.
The girl stepped forward with a bright smile.
At this moment, the crisp sound of horseshoes suddenly came from the direction of Zijinmen, Chu Qiao and Yan Xun were both startled, at this time, will anyone come out of the palace
"Brother Xun!" The girl in a red robe suddenly jumped down from the horse and stopped in front of Yan Xun, her eyes were red and swollen, her expression panicked, and she said incoherently, "Don't do this, don't do this, Chun'er is not married anymore, Chun'er I won't force you, you can go now! Father will kill you! No, you can't go, you should go and admit your mistake to father, Brother Xun, it's Chun'er's fault, it's Chun'er's fault!"
Yan Xun frowned, and looked at Chu Qiao puzzled. Chu Qiao's heart sank, and she couldn't bear to look at Zhao Chun'er's messy hair and pale face. The disgust she had once had disappeared in an instant. Did this silly princess still not understand
"Brother Xun, don't do stupid things!" The girl cried bitterly, and suddenly sat on the ground weakly, covering her face with her hands. This night, she was really tired, and big tears fell from between her fingers and fell on her bright red wedding dress.
"Yan Xun! You lunatic, you dare to rebel? It's a shame that I have treated you as a friend for so many years. Look at what you have done?"
Another horse galloped up suddenly. Zhao Song, dressed in a turquoise brocade robe, rushed to the front. Suddenly seeing Zhao Chun'er, his face became angry, and he said, "Chun'er! Don't come here yet! This man is plotting rebellion, and you still follow him!" he?"
Zhao Chun'er stood up in panic, turned her head to look at Zhao Song, although she was afraid, she made a move that shocked everyone. She slowly opened her thin arms, protecting Yan Xun and the black army behind her, and stubbornly shook her head: "Brother Thirteen, that's not the case, he just doesn't want to marry me, he just wants to protest to the emperor..."
"Fool!" Zhao Song shouted angrily, "He is for Yanbei's military power! You fool!"
Zhao Chun'er frowned, her face was pale, and she whispered, "Military... military power?"
"If you don't believe me, go back and ask him!"
Like a puppet, Zhao Chun'er slowly lowered her arms. She turned around slowly, her eyes widened, and she asked in a low voice in disbelief: "Brother Xun, he is lying to me. You are not trying to rebel, are you? You just want to ask Father to judge, don't you?"
The cold wind is bleak, and the wolf smoke is everywhere. Zhao Chun'er was thin and thin, with a bloodless little face, looking at Yan Xun eagerly, as if she was looking at the last hope in her life.
Yan Xun twitched his brows lightly, a bit impatient, and finally said in a deep voice: "I think it's not a day or two to rebel, and it has nothing to do with you, and I never thought of marrying you."
"You ungrateful bastard! Say it again!" Zhao Song pulled out the saber from his waist, and his turquoise robe was billowing in the cold wind, tearing at its majestic feathers like a ferocious eagle. The man who has always been free, easy and kind stands in the cold wind, his eyes are sharp and his face is murderous, the aura of the Great Xia royal family is revived in him instantly!
Yan Xun changed his usual peaceful and docile expression, his face was cold, and he looked sideways at Zhao Song from the corner of his eyes.
Behind the man was the pitch-black night. Under his iron hooves, the entire imperial city was trembling. In his ears, he seemed to be able to hear the crumbling sound of the decaying Shengjin Palace building. He slowly raised the corner of his mouth, his voice was as cold as a blade, "Ingratitude? What kindness is there for Yanbei and Daxia?"
Zhao Song snorted coldly, and said sternly, "Father raised you for ten years, treated you as his own, not only canonized you as the king of Yanbei, but also betrothed Chun'er to you. What kind of grace is this? You are ungrateful , betrayed the country, massacred the people of the imperial capital, Yan Xun, you have shown your wolf ambition, you should be punished!"
The cold wind blew, and the man in a black robe suddenly sneered, "You have been raised for ten years, treat me as your own? The bones of the Shangshen Plateau are still there, and the blood on the Jiuyou Terrace has not condensed. Grace?"
Zhao Song was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, and said sternly: "The king of Yanbei rebelled and caused rebellion, and the imperial army sent troops to fight against him. He is an army of justice..."
"Enough!" Yan Xun suddenly yelled, showing impatience, and said coldly, "You don't need to say more, history books are always the story of the victor's family, and the merits and demerits of thousands of years are judged by future generations. I don't need to argue here. Zhao Song, in view of the relationship between you and me for many years, I will let you go today, and go back and tell you, Lao Tzu, that I, Yan Xun, have turned against me."
At this moment, a firecracker shop in the south of the city was set on fire, and there was a loud bang, and the sky was filled with fireworks, and the sky, which was reddened by the flames, was suddenly filled with colorful colors. In the darkness, Yan Xun's eyes looked like morning stars in the sky, radiant but firm as iron.
After eight years of planning and making a move in one day, can the majestic Daxia bear this monstrous wrath
"you!"
"Zhao Song!" A clear female voice came suddenly, Chu Qiaoce stepped forward immediately, and said in a deep voice, "Go back."
"Ah Chu?" Zhao Song frowned hurtfully, "Are you going to be my enemy too?"
Chu Qiao looked at Zhao Song's face, surrounded by iron-blooded soldiers, and behind him was the Zhenhuang Emperor's Capital that had fallen into flames. Everything seemed like a floating dream, and time flew by her side. She also thought of many years ago, in the Meilin Snow Garden, the young man in the emerald green brocade robe arrogantly shouted at her: "It's you! I call you!"
In a blink of an eye, how many years have been bloody and rainy. She raised her head, looked firmly at the young man on horseback, and said in a deep voice: "I never thought of becoming an enemy of you, and I will never forget the eight years of mutual protection. "
Zhao Song let out a long breath, his face softened a little, and he hurriedly said: "That's good, Ah Chu, you go back with me, don't follow him, I will tell Father for you..."
"However, I want to be the enemy of the entire Great Xia Empire." The decisive words suddenly came from the girl's mouth, and Zhao Song was stunned on the spot. I saw Chu Qiao drove forward and stood beside Yan Xun, "You should understand my position, I have never changed."
"Okay," Zhao Song smiled sadly, his eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse, "Even if I was blind before."
With a sharp sound, Zhao Song swung his knife and slashed down, drawing a white mark on the blue bricks and stone slabs of the long street. The man's face was sharp, and he said sharply: "From now on, I, Zhao Song, will make a clean break with the two of you. When we meet on the battlefield in the future, we will not be friends, but enemies! Chun'er, come with me!"
Zhao Chun'er's eyes were staring straight, and she remained as unresponsive as a doll. Hearing Zhao Song's voice, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes were watery, and she stretched out her plain white hand, wanting to pull Yan Xun's boots. The man on the horse frowned slightly, reined in the horse and backed away, Zhao Chun'er caught the air, a small white hand stretched out in the air, there was even a dark red bloodstain on it.
That blood belonged to the messenger soldier she killed, and it was the first time in her life that she killed someone.
With a groan, Zhao Chun'er suddenly knelt on the ground, opened her mouth and began to vomit crazily. The acidic water in her stomach was spit out, sticking to the gorgeous wedding gown, staining the pair of eyes that symbolized a hundred years of love and harmony. mandarin duck.
"Why is it like this?" The girl looked up with a pale face, like a hairless puppy in winter, with tears streaming down her face. Her voice didn't tremble, but there was a kind of chilling sadness, as if no one around her existed anymore, and she just said alone: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. Brother Xun, why did the father beheaded me?" When the Yan family was full, wasn't Chun'er by your side
"Over the years, I have always regretted that if Chun'er was here, even if I couldn't save Lord Yan, I could still protect brother Xun and protect you from being bullied by others. But Chun'er was too young at that time, and the queen mother locked me in the hall , no matter how much I cried, she refused to let me out. Xiaotao built a cabinet for me, the two of us climbed up from above, lifted the tiles, and wanted to escape from the roof, but accidentally fell down, alarmed Empress."
Zhao Chun'er suddenly started sobbing, her voice was trembling, and the tears fell more and more violently, "Then...then Xiaotao was beaten to death by the people in her mother's harem. I... I watched with my own eyes, her waist was broken, and the blood kept flowing from her It flowed out of my mouth... flowed out... it flowed a long way, wet my boots, it was so hot, it was like burning.
"Brother Xun, I'm really useless. I don't dare to run away anymore. Even in the first two years, I didn't dare to visit you in your yard. I'm afraid, I'm cowardly, I always have nightmares, Xiaotao's blood The stream was about to overwhelm me, and after my neck, my mouth and eyes were red."
Zhao Chun'er clasped her shoulders tightly with both hands, shrunk her head timidly, as if she was really about to be drowned in blood. She bit her lower lip, raised her head, and she burst into tears, "Brother Xun, don't rebel, okay? The emperor will kill you, and Chun'er doesn't want anything. I won't force you, and I won't force you to marry me." I just want you to live well, even if you are in a place where Chun'er can't see, as long as you live well."