Nanhai, Longnan, Longxi, Jianghuai... all the way through the four provinces, countless people working in the fields and wandering along the road have seen a man in black and a black horse, rolling up dust and flying past.
Six days later, Jianghuai Road, which is the closest to the Imperial Capital.
night.
A fast horse galloped across the official road like lightning, turning the green trees on the side of the road into a blur of light and shadow. The knight was covered in dust and his color could not be discerned. His lips were scorched and covered with a layer of dark gray. , the posture of riding on the horse was precarious. In order not to fall down from exhaustion, the man wrapped the rein around his wrist, so that his wrist was bruised and purple because of the tight rein.
Not far ahead, the border of the Jianghuai River was passed, and further ahead was the Imperial Capital.
The man on the horse let out a long breath, and slightly vented the infinite exhaustion accumulated in his bones, but the horse's momentum did not weaken at all, and he galloped towards the depths of the darkness.
Suddenly, some figures appeared in front of them like ghosts, lined up at the place where the crossing must pass.
The rein was pulled harshly, the steed neighed, its hooves kicked in mid-air, and was strangled down by the rider.
"Step aside."
The man on horseback's voice was so hoarse that it was almost indistinguishable, but his tone was firm and could not be changed.
The people in front were silent and stopped on the spot, silent and firm like a rock.
Immediately, the person only said two words and then coughed lightly. She raised her eyes slightly, and under the dim moonlight, those misty eyes were bloodshot.
Lifting the long whip slowly, gritting her teeth to resist the uncontrollable trembling of her arms caused by this movement, Feng Zhiwei did not say a word, expressing her unshakableness with actions.
No one moved, no one spoke, and it was obvious that the other party was also very determined—you have to go over and step over us.
Feng Zhi sneered slightly, and the long whip that was raised flat suddenly fell down.
"Recovery Law" let out a long hiss.
The steed rose violently, all the muscles in its body were agitating, and in an instant it raised its hooves like lightning, drew a black straight line, and pierced towards the crowd!
"retreat!"
With a soft shout, more than a dozen well-trained people stepped back and formed a semicircle.
"spread!"
The silver light flashed like the moonlight falling from the sky, and everyone raised their hands in an instant!
A giant silver net that covered the sky covered the sky with dazzling water light, instantly engulfing Feng Zhiwei, man and horse in the net.
"Chi..."
Almost at the same time as the net fell, Feng Zhiwei, who sneered at the galloping horse, pulled out the knife that had been prepared in his arms as soon as the word "Sa" was spoken.
When the net fell, she slashed across it with a knife, a white light flashed across the huge net and broke, she rushed straight out, and was out of the net in an instant.
After rushing out of the net, she neither scolded nor expressed gratitude, she didn't even turn her head, and didn't look at all the people who blocked her.
As soon as she landed, she staggered, and her muscles and bones seemed to be falling apart after being on the horse for several days. At this time, the shock of the landing made her whole body ache and screamed wildly, and she bit her lower lip instantly.
Her lower lip was bitten, but her steps were not slow. She limped and dragged her knife, and continued in that direction with a strange but still fast posture.
At this moment, all the thoughts left are "return to Beijing quickly", even though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go, and even if there are tens of thousands of people, I can't stop it.
I can stop my horse, but I can't stop my man. If the horse is stopped, I still have legs!
The people who stopped the horse held the net buckles in their hands, forgot all their movements, and looked back at the woman struggling forward in a daze, seeing her covered in dust and dirt, her lips scorched and tongue cracked, her eyes bloodshot, and her crooked support. With his body bent, he struggled forward on foot in a strange posture that was ridiculous but made people want to cry.
Look at the unstoppable perseverance and perseverance that burst out of her almost thin body.
"Patter."
A man let go of the clasp in his hand.
"Patta pata." More people let go of their hands, and the giant net fell to the ground.
The leader closed his eyes and sighed, gritted his teeth for a while, and waved his hand.
The giant net was loosened, someone silently passed by, untied the trapped horse, and led it to Feng Zhiwei.
Feng Zhiwei stopped, and after a while, a little crystal liquid splashed out from the bottom of her eyes, washing away some of the dust on her face, like a deep ditch.
The leader helped her onto the horse in silence, and put fresh water bags and dry food bags beside the horse.
He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
There was another sound of rapid horseshoes, and Gu Nanyi, who had been chasing after him, arrived. He was also in a bit of a panic now. He always paid attention to clean and soft silk robes, and the color of the black and yellow pieces could not be distinguished, and the white gauze covering his face was also Turned into yellow yarn.
The people blocking the way saw him salute in a hurry, but he didn't even look at it, he drove straight past Feng Zhiwei, grabbed her with his hand, put her on him, and then rushed away.
Those people were submerged in the rising smoke and watched their backs disappear into the depths of the horizon. They were speechless for a long time. After a while, the leader sighed and said, "Notify the brothers behind, there is no need to stop them."
"yes."
"Notify the Commander-in-Chief..." The man said in a low tone, "The girl is determined, and no one can change it... Please prepare him."
"yes!"
the seventh day.
The smoke and dust surged like waves in front of the fast horseshoes, and at the end of the waves, the majestic city gate of the imperial capital of the world was about to be seen.
Turning around a short hill, Feng Zhiwei knew that at the end of the road there would be the city gate where people flowed in and out, she let out a long breath, and almost collapsed into Gu Nanyi's arms instantly.
Human potential is truly endless. Three days ago, she felt that she would fall off the horse at any time. Now she is still sitting on the horse, but it is said that she is sitting on the horse, but she is actually leaning on Gu Nanyi.
Gu Nanyi was making an exception all the way—he never changed his clothes, never pushed her away.
It usually took them only seven days to travel fast and half a month.
Gathering the last of her strength, she urged the horse forward.
But there was the sound of a flute.
The clear and ethereal flute, meandering in the mountains, seems to descend from the clouds, carrying the golden wind, jade, open-air water and thin clouds, passing through the latitude and longitude of the wind, playing the endless desolation of the mind.
The tune was light and lively at first, and gradually became passionate. After several thunder and lightning flashes, the clouds began to rain, and suddenly it turned into the rustling autumn rain, deep and long, endlessly wandering.