The Trick to Teasing a Noble Family’s Son

Chapter 133

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However, what happened before him happened one after another. Now that Shengjing was escaped from the siege, and now he was rushing to Qingzhou to save people, this incident seemed to have become extremely insignificant.

On the third day, Wei Lan just arrived in Qingzhou. At this time, she was close to collapse and forced herself to come to the city. But when she arrived in the city, she found that the whole city was empty, and only the towers were guarded. military.

She couldn't even scream in her heart, so she rushed to the tower, found the person in charge of the city, and said anxiously: "Where is Xie Zichen?! Where is your commander Xie Zichen?!"

"Master Wei?"

The guard in charge recognized Wei Lan, and after being surprised, he immediately said: "Marshal Xie is out of the city to fight."

"Fight?" Wei Lan was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily, "He has 200,000 troops, what kind of battle is he fighting for?!"

"It's not two hundred thousand," Wei Hua hurried up to the tower, "it's twenty thousand."

"What do you mean?" Wei Lan turned her head and clenched her fists. Wei Hua told Wei Lan what he had heard from his subordinates: "The servants led 200,000 people to fight, then pretended to be defeated, and retreated to Yuncha Valley , let the soldiers escape in all directions on the road, and the number of men who actually entered the Yuncha Valley was less than 20,000."

"And then? Go to Yuncha Valley to catch someone in a urn, is he a fool?"

"He seems to have an agreement with Huan Heng, and Huan Heng deployed troops there."

Hearing this, Wei Lan didn't say anything, and rushed downstairs with a sullen face, got on her horse, and rushed directly to the top of the mountain in Yuncha Valley.

When she reached the top of the mountain, the dense forest was full of Huan Heng's army, and the valley was full of shouts of killing, but Huan Heng didn't intend to move at all, and blood was still flowing from the Yuncha valley.

Wei Lan rushed towards the top of the mountain, telling herself in her heart, hurry up, hurry up again.

One hundred thousand people can't make it in time, she has to tell Huan Heng to make a move as soon as possible.

On the battlefield, Xie Zichen watched the people around him fall down one by one, seeing that most of Ronghua's men poured into the Yuncha Valley with red eyes, he knew that the time had come.

According to the agreement between him and Huan Heng, if he died, Huan Heng would take action. This also means that the sooner he goes, the smaller the loss of the Qingzhou Army.

But for some reason, he felt that he was so unwilling.

He has just been married for not many years, and he has not seen his child, and he doesn't even know if it is a young lady or a young son.

He hasn't realized Wei Lan's dream of helping her rule the Han Dynasty, and he hasn't taken her on a boat on the lake, drinking and singing.

All his life, he has been too hasty, he never slowed down to take a good look at the person he loves beside him, there are so many places he wants to take her to, but none of them can be realized.

So what, can you not regret it?

But what can he do?

He can't help it.

He couldn't just watch Sheng Jing being trapped and remain indifferent, because Wei Lan was there.

He also couldn't really surrender to Rong Hua and beg for a meager existence, because Wei Lan was in Dachu, if he surrendered, Wei Lan would never be able to forgive him for the rest of his life.

In fact, he did not lie to Ronghua, Xie Zichen has always been a villain who seeks power, if there is no Wei Lan, who is the last name in this world, who is the master of this country, what does it matter to him?

But he has Wei Lan. He knows what Wei Lan is willing to risk his life for, and he also knows how much Wei Lan looks down on treason.

In front of Wei Lan, he will always be like a child, even if it takes his life, I hope that Xie Zichen in her heart will always be a perfect Xie Zichen.

He will not be disgusted by her, will not be spurned by her. She would look at him with a smile, hold his hand, and call out, Zichen.

Xie Zichen raised his eyes and looked around, knowing that the time had come.

Wei Lan's image was all in his mind, flashing like a revolving lantern.

She was dressed in a purple python with a golden crown on her head, she had a coquettish appearance holding a small fan in her hand, she was sitting on the side of the bed with Fengguan Xiapei lifted up by him to cover her head, she was being asked questions by Xie Qing in the waterside pavilion, smiling and talking.

He remembered all her appearances, the beautiful ones, the ugly ones, the embarrassing ones and the calm ones, she seemed to be embedded in his life, into his flesh and blood, and everything in his world was branded with her mark.

In the end it was their first acquaintance, he in the carriage and she hurried past outside the carriage.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm in the Changxin Hou Mansion, Wei Lan."

Thinking of this scene, Xie Zichen let out a low laugh. At this moment, the spear pierced into his body, and he heard a loud shout: "Xie Zichen!!"

Xie Zichen looked up and saw that it was Wei Lan on the top of the mountain. He suddenly narrowed his pupils and slashed at the person behind him with his sword.

She just came to Huan Heng's side, before she even had time to say hello, she saw Xie Zichen among the thousands of troops.

Her eyes were about to burst, and before she had time to say anything, she rode her horse and rushed down from the top of the mountain. Huan Heng was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and roared angrily, "Wei Lan, come back to me!"

Wei Lan didn't look back, Huan Heng hurriedly mobilized his troops and followed with his men.

Wei Lan drove the horse all the way down, the mountain road was steep, it was not suitable for riding a horse at all, she squeezed the rein tightly, when the horse came down the mountain, the horse staggered on the rock, and threw her hard. Wei Lan was about to throw herself on the rock, her whole body was in pain, but she didn't think about anything, turned over and got up, and rushed towards Xie Zichen.

There was the sound of slashing and roaring, and the sword was slashing over. She held the sword and slashed wildly, rushing to the man, and the moment Xie Zichen fell down, she took him into her arms.

"I'll take you away..." Wei Lan looked at the man covered in blood, almost lost her mind, and said hoarsely: "I'll take you away... let's go now..."

"Don't move..." Xie Zichen was held in Wei Lan's arms, and said with difficulty: "A Lan, I feel pain."

Wei Lan was taken aback for a moment, she looked at the person with the bleeding wound, and knew that if she could tell the person that it hurt, it probably meant that it really hurt. If such a wound is moved forcibly, it may not be saving someone, but sending him on the road ahead of schedule.

So she stared at him blankly, and for some reason, there was mist in her eyes.

Xie Zichen looked at her, raised his hand with difficulty, and wiped away her tears: "Why are you crying?"

"Ah Lan..." Xie Zichen said gently: "Qingzhou Army... I saved it for you. After this battle... Di Jie was seriously injured, and pursued after the victory... The recovery of the Han Dynasty... is just around the corner..."

"Stop talking..." Wei Lan turned her face away: "I'll take you back."

"I... can't go back." Xie Zichen closed his eyes: "Alan, I'm in so much pain..."

"But think about it... I am like this... As a husband, Ah Lan... I'm probably very happy..."

"Why are you happy!" Wei Lan finally couldn't help it, and roared angrily: "Huan Heng forces you, you surrender, and you will be a Dijie from now on. Didn't you, Xie Zichen, always feel homeless and countryless? What kind of hero are you pretending to be?!"

"Xie Zichen has no home or country in his heart," Xie Zichen said hoarsely, "but he has you."

"My family, Ah Lan, has the world in mind..."

"Who said I have the world in my heart...Xie Zichen..."

She hugged him tightly, lowered her head and cried: "The world I want is the world with you. If you are dead, what do I want in this world?"

Xie Zichen was taken aback for a moment, and he smiled wryly: "That's really... I'm sorry..."

As he said that, he slowly closed his eyes: "In the next life, I will accompany you again."

Wei Lan didn't speak, she hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face.

For a minute, she didn't think about anything.

She didn't know anything about the screams and roars around her. She hugged this person tightly, only thinking that if he died here, they might as well walk down together, and maybe they could be reborn and meet again.

Her body trembled slightly, she clenched her teeth, and Huan Heng's roar came from a distance: "Wei Lan!"

But she couldn't hear it, and didn't want to hear it, until thick blood dripped down, Wei Lan raised her head with tears, and saw Huan Heng holding a spear in front of her.

He had a feathered arrow stuck in his back, covering his whole body in front of her.

His eyes were as deep as the sea, he gritted his teeth, and said two words: "Get up."

Wei Lan didn't speak, she looked at him quietly.

The blood fell drop by drop on her face, and his face was reflected in her eyes.

Huan Heng had never seen Wei Lan like this before, his eyes were dead silent, as if he could die at any time. He had never seen her weeping bitterly, nor had he seen such a desperate look. When he saw her suddenly, his heart ached crazily.

He felt that he could hardly breathe, but he still gritted his teeth and said again: "Alan, stand up, and I will take you away."

Wei Lan didn't speak, she smiled.

With a beautiful smile, she let go of Xie Zichen, stood up and hugged Huan Heng suddenly.

At that moment, the long sword pierced through Huan Heng's body. Huan Heng was slightly taken aback, and then Wei Lan said: "A Heng, do you know that I used to think that no matter what you do, I will forgive you."

"Now I understand, Ah Heng, there has never been anything in this world that will definitely be forgiven."

"Alan..." Huan Heng said hoarsely, he had never felt such pain, not on the wound, but on the heart.

The moment Wei Lan said it, he suddenly realized what he had lost.

He wanted to speak, wanted to stay, but found that this issue was facilitated by him alone, and he didn't have any reason and strength to say a word to stay.

So he could only call her name repeatedly: "Alan..."

The man hugged him and stabbed the sword into his body again. Surrounded by shouts of killing, Wei Lan's 100,000 troops finally arrived and joined the battle, completely turning the situation around.

Huan Heng wanted to hug Wei Lan, but she pushed him away violently. Huan Heng lost his strength and supported himself on the side to catch his breath. Countless soldiers rushed forward, and Wei Lan stood by Xie Zichen's side. She didn't know whether the man was dead or alive, but she just refused to leave.

She was already exhausted, and now she is at the end of her strength. Huan Heng stood by her side, even though his body was covered with wounds from her, he didn't take a step back.

The three of them were surrounded by soldiers, and it was unknown how long they had been hacking before they finally heard Wei Hua approach the three of them and respectfully said, "President Wei, we have won."

Wei Lan's complexion was pale, she opened her mouth, and passed out without saying a word.

Huan Heng caught her and said weakly, "Pick Xie Zichen down, and I'll carry her back."

"Huan Heng," Wei Hua frowned, "You..."

"Please." Huan Heng looked up at Wei Hua, and said hoarsely, "In this lifetime, I'm afraid I'll just have to carry her for the last time, right?"

"Your injury..."

"No problem."

Huan Heng held Wei Lan against him, and left with the crowd.

The wound on his body was still bleeding, but he also felt that it didn't matter.

At the moment Wei Lan rushed down the mountain, at the moment Wei Lan stood in front of Xie Zichen regardless of life and death, at the moment Wei Lan cried bitterly, he suddenly felt that everything didn't matter.

As long as this person is alive, it doesn't seem to matter if this person is smiling.

He thought that as long as Xie Zichen died, he would have a chance.

But at that moment, he realized that even if Xie Zichen died, he would not have a half chance.

He thought that as long as Wei Lan was by his side, he was enough.

But at the moment when she saw tears all over her face, he realized that if he likes that person, even if she sheds a tear, his heart will be pierced.

He likes her.

Like her so much.

He liked it until she stabbed the sword into his body, and he just felt—

Alan must be sad.

Huan Heng was carrying her on his back, he felt a phantom in front of his eyes, he stopped and walked, feeling extremely tired.

Wei Lan vaguely felt that someone was walking forward with her back, and vaguely heard that person talking.

"Alan," Huan Heng said hoarsely: "Do you still remember that when we first met, you carried me on your back like this and walked out of the wind and snow?"

"I was so cold at the time, lying on your back, and when I was carried back by you, I was thinking all the way, when I grow up, I must carry you on my back once—"

Wei Lan didn't speak, she vaguely remembered that emaciated child many years ago, she dug him out of the snow and brought him back.

She protected him from growing up, and she once thought that she would protect him like this for the rest of her life.

"Do you remember that when you were fourteen years old, we celebrated your birthday together. I was going to make you a bowl of noodles that day, but suddenly there was an enemy attack. I was injured that time, and you put me in the Immediately carry it back, and the noodles are rotten. I told you that Brother Zhang made it, but I did it. I don’t know if you know, because you ate the noodles. Sometimes I tell myself, you I know it, so I eat it clean. Sometimes I’m not sure whether you know it or not.”

"And that time, you took me to see peach blossoms on the top of the mountain outside Tusu City. That day you sat on the tree and fell asleep, and I watched you under the tree all afternoon. When you fell from a deep sleep, you asked Why can I hug you immediately? I told you that I moved fast, but it wasn’t true. It’s just that I didn’t move my eyes from looking at you all afternoon, so as soon as you fell down, I could hold you in my arms.”

"And the battle to kill King Dijie..."

Huan Heng rambled on, talking about everything about his youth.

They met each other when they were young, went south to follow each other, studied in Shengjing, and returned to the north to avoid disaster.

The best time in his life was spent with her, so when she suddenly lost it, he was like a bird leaving a branch, panicked and helpless. He desperately wanted to have her again, and he was desperate for it, but he realized at the moment when he lost it completely, as long as this person lives well, and this person lives happily, even if he just treats him as a younger brother, it is enough .

He should be content.

There is no perfection in life, it is because he insists too much.

To lose is to lose, not to turn back is not to turn back, parting is parting, missing is missing.

There is never a thing without a reason, so it should not be forced.

He carried Wei Lan to the door of the tent, and Ran Mo came over to greet Wei Lan with an exclamation. He watched Wei Lan being carried away, and finally threw her head on the ground.

This section of the road is finally, over.

When Wei Lan woke up in a daze, there was only Ran Mo in the room. Seeing her wake up, Ran Mo asked anxiously, "Senior, are you alright?"

"Zichen..." Wei Lan made a hoarse voice, and Ran Mo quickly helped her up and said, "Don't worry, son, my uncle has stabilized now, and Dr. Lin said that he is fine."

"Stable?" Wei Lan was slightly taken aback. When she first saw Xie Zichen, she almost thought that Xie Zichen was destined to die. Ran Mo poured water for her, and comforted her: "Doctor Lin said thank goodness he didn't move Mr. Xie, the wound was well protected, and it's stabilized now..."

Before finishing speaking, Wei Lan rushed down from the bed, Ran Mo hurried to catch up, saw Wei Lan going out, grabbed someone and asked, "Where is Xie Zichen? Where is Xie Zichen?!"

"My son, here!" Xie Tong from the tent next door came out, raised the curtain, and shouted.

Wei Lan ran over immediately, her long hair was disheveled, she staggered as she ran all the way to the tent, and saw Xie Zichen lying on the bed safely.

His face was pale, the wound had just been stitched up, and Wei Lan stood at the door, not daring to move for a while.

She stared blankly at the unconscious man, and after a long time, trembling, she walked over step by step.

He fell asleep, and after falling asleep, his usual cold and steady face took on a bit of childish innocence.

She knelt in front of him, reached out and clasped his hands together, and pressed them to her forehead, her body trembling slightly, and her words were a little awkward: "He...it's okay..."

"Ma'am, don't worry." Xie Tong couldn't help but feel a little distressed after the usual calm Wei Lan became like this, and said in a soft voice, "Doctor Lin said that it will be no big deal if you take good care of it."

"That's good..." Wei Lan kept nodding her head and clenched his hand, as if using it to support herself: "That's good..."

When the battle ahead ended, on the other side, Wei Xiong leaned against Rong Hua without saying a word.

He never slept, because even if it was time for a nap, Ronghua might run away. Surrounded by these 100,000 people, without Rong Hua, he lost all support.

He didn't sleep, neither did Rong Hua, his body was not in good shape, and he couldn't hold on at all.

Sinan had someone deliver medicine to the tent every day, but Wei Xiong didn't allow anyone to enter the tent. Only Sinan allowed him to come in once a day to make sure Ronghua was well.

On the seventh day, when the news of Di Jie's defeat came, Sinan hurried in. Cui Jie and Wei Xiong stood up abruptly. Rong Hua.

"Your Highness..." Si Nan was anxious, he hesitated to speak. Rong Hua immediately understood that Shengjing hadn't been broken for a few days, Wei Lan went to the front line again, and the defeat was almost doomed from that moment.

Fortunately, he withdrew his troops in time and saved the part of the troops in Shengjing to the greatest extent. Now that there are less than 5,000 people outside, Sinan will be in danger if he stays any longer.

So he sighed and said to Sinan, "You go."

"Your Highness!"

"Go!" Rong Hua opened his eyes, eyes full of indifference: "Go back to Di Jie."

"and you… "

"I don't care." Rong Hua sneered: "Young Master Wei is not going to kill me now, is he?"

"Your Highness thinks too much. Killing His Highness will do nothing but harm to me." Wei Xiong raised the corners of his mouth, his voice was a little floaty. After so long, he couldn't stand it any longer. Ronghua should eat and eat. Sleeping, but he was struggling with his life.

Rong Hua knew that he had to retreat now, otherwise those 5,000 people would be small, but Sinan...

Rong Hua felt cold.

Sinan was raised by him alone. In his heart, even a thousand troops are not worth a single Sinan. He is a dying person, and with his crippled body, he doesn't know if he can last until the next attack on Da Chu. Therefore, he can die, but Sinan cannot.

Rong Hua lowered his eyes, now there are all Da Chu's troops outside, if it wasn't because the news from the front line hadn't come back, they wouldn't dare to act rashly to start a war, fearing that Da Chu's people would encircle and suppress them immediately. However, Si Nan got the news from the front line, and Wang Xi will probably be there soon...

Rong Hua dropped a small knife from his sleeve and held it in his hand. He spent so long with Wei Xiong just for the chance of a sure hit. His martial arts is not as good as Wei Xiong, so he can only rely on such physical exertion to endure Wei Xiong. Wei Xiong hasn't eaten or slept well for almost seven days, and now it's time. limit. Rong Hua originally wanted to wait, but now he couldn't wait any longer.

So he raised his hand suddenly, gritted his teeth, and slashed towards Wei Xiong's neck with the blade in his hand. His movements exhausted all his strength, and Wei Xiong's mind was full of confusion. When he realized it, Ronghua's knife was already close to his neck. At this moment, he must die with Ronghua, or let Ronghua go.

He subconsciously kicked him out, and Si Nan caught Rong Hua in an instant, then let out a loud shout, and slashed at Wei Xiong with his sword!

Wei Xiong stubbornly resisted the blow, and almost heard the sound of a bone crack in his hand. Rong Hua rushed out and shouted at Sinan: "Let's go!"

Si Nan couldn't cut Wei Xiong under the knife, he was completely exhausted now, and he might be captured alive again at any time, and there were 20,000 troops from the big Chu outside, so there was no chance to stay at this moment.

Rong Hua rushed out of the tent and got on his horse immediately. Hearing Rong Hua's voice, Sinan immediately rushed out and got on his horse. However, Rong Hua rolled over hard and rolled behind Si Nan, hugged Si Nan's waist, and drank loudly. One voice: "Go!"

Si Nan didn't have time to worry about these minutiae with Rong Hua, he greeted the soldiers, and ran away with them.

Wei Xiong and Cui Jie rushed out and shouted at the Dachu soldiers: "Chasing!"

Standing on the tower, Wang Xi first saw the tent where Wei Xiong was in a mess, and then saw Wei Xiong rushing out. Only then did he see clearly that the person Si Nan was bringing with him was actually Rong Hua!

So Wang Xi immediately said: "Catch up! Regardless of life or death, no one will be spared!"

While talking, the soldiers chased after him, Ronghua hugged Sinan, panting softly.

He turned his head from a distance and saw Cui Jie standing in the middle of the crowd, as usual, with a blue shirt and wide sleeves, and a bookish look with indifferent and calm expression.

He looked at Rong Hua from a distance, and the moment Rong Hua turned his head, he smiled bitterly.

Then he stretched out his sleeves, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed respectfully.

Since he went to Dijie for nearly ten years, he has been by Rong Hua's side all the time. Rong Hua has made it to where he is today, thanks to him.

Cui Jie can be successful, and Cui Jie can be defeated.

In this life, meeting Rong Hua with him was probably the biggest mistake.

But mistakes can no longer be corrected, we can only move forward.

Rong Huazhun turned his head and hugged Sinan tightly.

He panted shortly, the strong wind made him unable to breathe, and he felt the horse's jolting made his tongue fishy and sweet, but he couldn't say anything at the moment.

Simon wants to go back, he must go back.

He was full of heart and mind, and that's how it sounded.

Surroundings were loud shouts and killings, but Rong Hua didn't know why, wandering all his life, but only at this moment, he felt a moment of peace.

He had never wholeheartedly felt that anyone belonged to him in his life, but he finally knew at this moment that the only person who would be by his side in life was Sinan.

He was breathing hard, and Sinan knew that he was always pleasantly surprised, so he said anxiously: "Your Highness, we will enter the tunnel soon, don't worry, we can go back soon!"

"good… "

Rong Hua made a hoarse voice, and Sinan couldn't help feeling a little flustered when he heard his voice. At this moment, he finally reached the tunnel, and Sinan rushed in with Rong Hua on his back, and then went directly to the secret passage that only they knew, opened the secret passage and went all the way forward.

Sinan ran very fast. Ronghua had been ill for many years and was very thin. He couldn't feel much weight on his back. Sinan heard the sound of footsteps and his breathing in the secret passage, and couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, tell me Speak?"

"I am a bit tired… "

"Then let me speak to His Highness."

Si Nan ran while saying: "Your Highness, don't sleep, hold on, we'll be there."

Si Nan is not a talkative person, but at this moment he was too afraid that the person behind him would fall asleep, so he racked his brains to speak.

His life was too thin, and he was rescued by Ronghua when he was young. At that time, Ronghua was just a prince like a servant, and Sinan was the illegitimate son of a palace maid. Ronghua picked him up into his cold palace. Individuals grow up dependent on each other.

When Rong Hua is the downcast prince, he is the downcast bodyguard in front of Ronghua, and when Ronghua is the regent, he is the best general in Ronghua's heart.

His whole life was centered around Rong Hua, constantly surrounding this person.

"His Highness said that he wanted to visit Shengjing, so Sinan always wanted to give Shengjing to His Highness."

"Sinan is clumsy and doesn't know anything. He learned how to weave grasshoppers for a month before finally weaving a grasshopper for His Highness. But it's too ugly. After weaving it up, he will give it to His Highness."

"Although Di Jie is defeated now, Sinan must revive Di Jie and fulfill His Highness' wish..."

"Sinan..."

Listening to Si Nan's words, Rong Hua felt that his whole life was being looked back on in his words.

This child has run through his life, and it turns out that it has been so many years without knowing it.

When so many years surfaced, Rong Hua suddenly discovered that everything seemed unimportant.

Success or failure, the world, seem insignificant in the long river of life.

So with a hoarse voice, he said slowly, "Sinan, I've always wanted to go to Jiangnan."

"I want to buy a small yard in the south of the Yangtze River, enjoy the beautiful scenery of Chunhua, and go boating on the lake with my friends."

"I am like an ordinary young man, making friends in twos and twos, doing chivalry, and walking around the world."

"I have so many wishes... Sinan, success and fame, I have already done it. I am not attached to whether Dachu is mine or not. I just think, I have so many beautiful wishes, but it is a pity that I can't realize them..."

When Sinan heard Rong Hua's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Your Highness thinks everything is right. Sinan will definitely help His Highness complete it."

"Okay..." Rong Hua smiled: "Then Sinan will be my eyes, remember in the future, go to the south of the Yangtze River for me, see the spring flowers and autumn moon, travel with friends, travel around, okay?"

"Okay." Sinan said decisively: "I will listen to Your Highness."

Rong Hua didn't speak. He leaned on Sinan's back, listened to Sinan's heartbeat, and said gently, "Sinan, please talk."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Si Nan responded, and then began to speak clumsily again.

The surrounding area was quiet, only this person's dry words, one sentence at a time, talking about trivial matters of the past.

Rong Hua slowly closed his eyes, until finally, all the people who had seen amazing talents in his life appeared in his eyes.

Si Nan, Cui Jie, Wei Lan, Xie Zichen, Wang Xi, Huan Heng, Wei Xiong, Wei Hua...

He suddenly felt that even if he died, his life would not be in vain.

Si Nan ran wildly for a day with people on his back, and finally returned to Di Jie's ground.

The mountains are too cold, and there is a lot of wind and snow at the moment, so he put Rong Hua down, anxiously protecting him in his arms: "Your Highness, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he froze, and the person in his arms was smiling, already out of breath.

He held a kit in his hand, and Si Nan opened it blankly, only to find that inside it was a grasshopper that he had woven for him many years ago when he was a child.

Si Nan trembled his lips, and a moment later, in the wind and snow, he brushed away the snowflakes from this handsome young man's face, and tears fell silently.

In his whole life, he finally called his name once.

Rong Hua.

After Wang Xi stabilized Shengjing, he quickly sent a battle report to the front line.

It was already the third day when Wei Lan received the letter.

She stayed by Xie Zichen's side all the time, and when she received the battle report, Wei Lan was feeding water to the unconscious Xie Zichen.

Ran Mo knelt in front of Wei Lan and read the news to Wei Lan. Wei Lan nodded and didn't say much.

She turned her head to look at Xie Zichen, and said gently: "Shengjing is safe, our child is still in Shengjing, and you won't see him grow up until you wake up."

Xie Zichen rolled his eyes, but didn't look at him.

When Wei Lan was with Xie Zichen, Huan Heng was still in a dream.

In the dream, it was icy and snowy, he squatted under a tree, and was frozen into ice by the snow.

But he didn't want to leave, he always felt that someone would come to save him.

She would sweep the snowflakes off his body for him, then carry him on her back, and leave this freezing land step by step.

But he waited and waited, but that person never came.

He waited desperately and frantically, and finally fell into dead silence.

Then he saw that person standing in front of him crying, the moment the tears fell, he finally remembered everything, he stood up trembling, shaking off the snow and ice on his body.

"Don't cry..." He said hoarsely: "I won't wait, I'm leaving, don't cry, okay?"

The other party didn't speak, and then a sword pierced his body.

"Aheng, do you know that I used to think that no matter what you did, I would forgive you."

"Now I understand, Ah Heng, there has never been anything in this world that will definitely be forgiven."

Blood flowed, pain spread.

He seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss, and his heart was full of despair.

When Wei Lan left him and went back to the south, when Wei Lan got married and he ran back to Shengjing frantically, he thought it was despair.

But now I understand that when you are still struggling, when you are still angry, when you are still working hard, it is not despair.

The real despair is that you can't even struggle and work hard.

You know that it is absolutely impossible to be detained, so you can only stand where you are, watching that person turn and leave.

But relying on thinking that she will forgive.

But relying on thinking that she will not leave.

However, when she stabbed the sword into her body, she realized that in this world, all the feelings would be squandered, where did they come from.

He held the opponent's sword.

How much he wanted to say, Ah Lan, don't let go.

Alan, don't go.

But the other party still disappeared. In the sky full of ice and snow, the person who had recited him step by step seemed to have never been here.

He burst into tears, fell to his knees, and slowly hugged himself tightly in the ice and snow.

When Huan Heng and Xie Zichen were in a coma, Wei Lan took care of Xie Zichen, cultivated himself, and arranged military defense with Wei Hua.

Xie Zichen was in a coma for nearly seven days. On the morning of the seventh day, when the first ray of sunlight fell in the morning, Xie Zichen slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl he had been thinking about sleeping beside him. Her face was pale, her face was exhausted, and she lost a lot of weight.

He looked at her quietly, under the morning sun, she was almost white and almost transparent. Xie Zichen couldn't help stretching out his hand and stroked the hair on her face.

Startled by him, Wei Lan suddenly opened her eyes.

Then she saw the young man in the sun, looking at her tenderly.

She didn't speak, and there was indifference in her beautiful eyes.

Then she reached out and hugged him, buried her head in his arms, trembling slightly.

Xie Zichen raised his arms to hug her, and said gently, "I'm awake, don't be afraid."

Wei Lan didn't speak, and her tears fell down in big ones. She clenched her teeth, fearing that she would make a sound.

Xie Zichen hugged her tightly and followed her back: "Stop crying, I'm here, I'm here."

"Xie Zichen..." Wei Lan trembled slightly: "There will be no next time."

"If there is a next time," she gritted her teeth and said, "I will, I will never let you go."

"I know," Xie Zichen closed his eyes, "Alan, I know, in your heart, I am more important than the world."

For so many years, I have been apprehensive and worried about gains and losses.

She has never been in this relationship, and her response is indifferent and uneasy.

Finally at this moment, when this person in his arms shed tears and gritted his teeth like a little girl and said that he would not spare him, there was nothing left.

He hugged her quietly, watching the red sun slowly rising outside.

After Xie Zichen woke up, Wei Lan's spirit improved a lot.

She accompanied him every day, and within a month, Xie Zichen had recovered to his original state.

At this time, Shengjing had completely settled down, and Wang Xi found the secret passage and sealed it. But Rong Hua and Si Nan disappeared after that day.

A month later, Wang Xi escorted food and grass from Shengjing to the front. On the day Wang Xi came, news of Rong Hua's death came, and Di Jie's army was covered with white flowers.

After Wang Xi heard the news, he said that in order to celebrate, he invited everyone to drink on the mountain.

Wang Xi found a hill and asked someone to set up the venue. At night, Wei Lan changed into her clothes and went to the top of the hill with Xie Zichen.

That night the moon was shining brightly, Wang Xi and Ruan Kangcheng were waiting on the top of the mountain early. After drinking a few glasses of wine as if they were young, Wei Lan felt that someone was coming, and when she looked back, it turned out to be Huan Heng.

He was wearing a black robe and a golden crown as he did when he first came to Shengjing, but he was no longer like a boy who would step on the hem of his clothes and fall in front of him.

Wei Lan glanced at him indifferently, turned her head away, and talked with Wang Xiruan Kangcheng with a smile. And Xie Zichen sat on his knees again, just like a young man, silent and silent, without saying a word.

Cui Jie, Wang Yuan, Wei Xiong, Wei Hua, Lin Xia and others followed Huan Heng. Looking at this group of people, Cui Jie said with a smile: "When I was in Shengjing back then, I heard that you young masters are romantic , looking at it now, it really is the case.”

"What is it now?" Ruan Kangcheng waved his hand, held the jug, and turned his head to look at the bright moon hanging in the sky in the distance: "You don't know, when people like Ji Shao and Lin Che were still studying in the palace, that's when they were still there." It's called lively. And this person," Ruan Kangcheng pointed to Wang Yuan: "Although the people on the side of the third prince are not very kind, but now that I think about it, I also feel that it was very good to be naive when I was young.

"We are not kind? You are really cunning!"

Wang Yuan sneered while drinking, Wei Lan smiled, raised her head and looked at Wang Xi, and touched the glass with him: "Ah Che is not here now, are you sad?"

"When a person dies, the light goes out," Wang Xi said sadly, "Since he's gone, I won't force him. When I can stay, I will naturally do my best to keep him. If I can't keep him, that's fine."

Said, Wang Xi looked into the distance, the lights of thousands of houses.

"Alan," he raised his hand: "Look at the mountains and rivers, how beautiful they are. When I was young, I always felt that we Dachu were extremely useless. At that time, I liked to stand on the top of the mountain at night and look at the north. But my father always He told me that the north cannot go back. Dijie is so powerful, and Chen Guo is so powerful. But now I suddenly feel that maybe we can go back."

"Of course."

Wei Lan raised her wine glass: "Ah Xi, Da Chu is no longer the Da Chu with us."

Wang Xilang laughed: "Yes, Da Chu has us, it's different."

As he spoke, Wang Xi raised his glass and called everyone to drink.

A group of people punched and ordered to drink, and drank until midnight, and they got together in a mess.

At the end of the day, according to Di Jie's custom, they will sing dirges and music. At this time, it is time for everyone to summon the spirit for Ronghua.