The death of the little girl is a pain that Fu'an will never mention, but it has always been hidden in the bottom of her heart.

He regretted and repented, but in any case, the little girl was dead, and no matter what he did, the little girl would not come back from the dead, and he could only vent his anger on the enemy.

So many years later, General Fu'an was born, led a group of Daluo Shen warriors, recovered Yannan Pass, and repelled the enemy.

But he still thought of the little girl from time to time.

No matter how many people he killed, he would never see the little girl again.

This is probably the saddest thing in the world......

No matter how hard you try, you will never see the little girl......

I can only hold that little shallow memory, as if I have been haunted by nightmares for many years, only meeting the little girl in a dream, but the little girl does not often dream, and even if she enters a dream, she only leaves a distant and vague back.

Fu'an tried to catch up, but he couldn't catch up no matter what.

and when he suddenly wakes up, he remembers,

The little girl is dead.

Oh, yes...... It's dead.

And the little girl Yuying, who was brought back from the execution ground by the young man, was just like the little girl in Fu'an's heart.

She seems to have some kind of heart knot in her heart that is difficult to dissolve, always calm as water, although she is docile and well-behaved, but she is only alienated and indifferent to Fu'an.

Even this is exactly the same as the little girl.

Therefore, when Yuying lifted the beauty blade and was about to stab it into Fu An's mouth, Fu An clearly saw it really, but did not stop Yu Ying.

The big deal is death.

Death on the other side, Fu An calmly and calmly.

Back then, if it weren't for the little girl, the person who died in front of the two armies would have been Fu'an, even if General Zhenguo might have been desperate to rescue Fu'an, but that would have been a more bleak ending.

If this is the case, come to think of it, not only will Yannan Pass be lost, but I am afraid that even the entire Daluo Kingdom will cease to exist.

He should have died a long time ago.

It is no longer time to be able to breathe for a long time.

Now, Yuying lifted the beauty blade and came towards Fu'an's mouth, Fu'an didn't feel anything wrong, just quietly waited for the moment when the beauty blade pierced her heart.

And yet—

At the moment when Yuying lifted the beauty blade,

Suddenly, the blade of the sword sank deep into Yuying's heart.

The blade of the sword came from her back and pierced through Yu Ying's chest, and Yu Ying looked down in disbelief, only to see blood spurting out and spilling on Fu An, who was standing in front of Yu Ying.

Fu'an's face changed greatly: "Yuying ......!"

Yuying turned her head with difficulty, only to see that the young man's face was cold, and he was taking back the long sword, and blood was dripping on the blade of the sword, dripping on the ground.

apparently

It was the young man who killed Yuying.

Yuying opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak, and for a while, she only spit out with difficulty: "Why ......?"

She clearly trusts young people so much......

The young man just smiled, his smile was shallow and gentle, but the words that came out were cold and bitter: "Your whole family died because of me, why can't you have one more you?"

Yuying's body couldn't help but tremble.

"Why?"

The young man didn't answer, just watched Yuying fall to the ground with cold eyes, there was no pity in his eyes, and when he killed Yuying, he didn't hesitate at all, as if the girl in front of him was just an unknown person.

Can......

Over the years, he has clearly seen Yuying grow from a little girl to a slim girl, and Yuying has always followed him and believed him.

Even if it's a pet, after so many years together, it should always have some feelings.

Despite this, the young man did not hesitate to kill in the end.

Young people have long since lost their hearts.

From the time he stepped into the kingdom of Daluo again, the young man had already realized that there was only one way forward for him, and that was revenge, and anything else that would hinder his revenge would be abandoned.

He doesn't need any empathy.

......

Yun Wan didn't know about these things.

Those are the stories of the past, buried with the death of the youth, and no one in this world will ever talk about them again.

Shen Fengxu only roughly knew that Yun Wan was a silt.

And Shen Cang is now a guard among the Qinglin guards, and he is usually in the palace, so he can occasionally meet the nobles in the palace, and even occasionally meet Jiang Xiyue.

When she saw Shen Cang, Jiang Xuanyue showed a little shame and embarrassment on her face, after all, they were cousins and sisters, but now Shen Cang is still Shen Cang, and Jiang Xuanyue has become one of the many concubines of Emperor Mingjin.

But Shen Cang's attitude towards Jiang Xiyue was the same as always.

He smiled and said, "Cousin Xiyue, it's been a long time. ”

Qing Linwei on the side patted Shen Cang's shoulder and reminded in a low voice: "Shen Cang! What are you talking nonsense? This is Jiang Xiaoyi, not a cousin!"

After entering the palace, he is a member of the heavenly family.

......

There is no life here.

The alleys are long and eerie, and even if there are some faint lights in the light, it is still palpitating.

There was a man standing by the wall, his face pale as paper, but still with a faint smile on his lips, as if he had forgotten everything.

The little girl standing in front of him was probably thinking about something, looked at him for a long time, and finally spoke:

"Does it hurt......?"

"Do you mean this wound?" he laughed, then shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, not at all." ”

The tail note is a little pathetic, but it is gone with the wind and scattered in the air.

After a moment of silence, the little girl looked up, blinked as if puzzled, and then reached out and pressed her hand against the wound on his chest.

A feathered arrow pierced in front of him, and the blood stained a large area of his clothes red, and it looked shocking.

But he was very calm.

The little girl said: "Fourteen hundred years ago, there was also a Li Jiancheng ......."

Hearing this, he suddenly exhaled, raised his hand and pulled out the feather arrow in front of him, and blood splashed out in an instant, but his face did not change: "Is it a coincidence?" ”

1,400 years ago, Li Jiancheng, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, was shot by Li Shimin, the king of Qin, with an arrow, and was posthumously crowned King Xi, nicknamed Prince Yin.

And the man in front of him is also named Li Jiancheng.

"Let's go. ”

The little girl pulled Li Jiancheng past and walked out of the alley, but her steps were a little difficult.

Li Jiancheng suddenly smiled: "Is this very heavy?"

He was referring to the ancient sword on the little girl's back.

The ancient sword was wrapped and restrained in layers, and in addition to the scabbard, there was a white cloth band that wrapped it around it like a mummy, and it was barely discernible from the appearance.

"Hmm. ”

"Then why bring it, you won't use it. ”

Li Jiancheng could see at a glance that the little girl was not a martial artist at all, and even if she was holding an ancient sword, she was powerless to fight with others.

The little girl stopped and looked up at Li Jiancheng: "I thought you would help me carry it, instead of saying cool things like that." ”

"I'm still hurt. Li Jiancheng pointed to the wound in front of him, but then looked at the little girl, and met her ruthless eyes, so he had to stretch out his hand helplessly, "Then I'll come." ”

"No, I don't have to. ”

She walked out first.

Li Jiancheng sighed and followed behind the little girl.

Out of the alley, it was bustling at night outside.

The street market at night is always so noisy.

But even in the crowd, the little girl and Li Jiancheng are particularly eye-catching.

Not to mention the ancient sword behind the little girl, just looking at Li Jiancheng, the large amount of blood and pale face in front of him always made people feel that he would collapse to the ground in the next moment.

But Li Jiancheng didn't, on the contrary, he walked easily and calmly, and followed behind the little girl unhurriedly.

even had extra time to talk to her:

"I don't know your name yet. ”

"Ruan Xiang. ”

"It's a good name. ”

"Perfunctory. ”

......

On the Taihe Palace, hundreds of civil and military officials stood on the hall together, soldiers and horses, all with solemn expressions, not smiling, waiting for the return of the king.

When the young man walked out of the Taihe Palace, the sound of the wind had gradually become sad, and a pale sun hung in the gray sky, and everything looked extremely sad.

He simply told a story.

From the border of Daluo, go and return.

At that time, countless people knelt outside the Qianyuan Palace.

It was the cold winter wax moon, there were snowflakes scattered from the sky, and the people kneeling outside the palace tightened their sleeves, but it was still difficult to cover the wind and snow.

The attendant on duty in front of the Qianyuan Hall pulled the corners of his lips, a little unbearable.

Yesterday was the great day when the new emperor of Da Luo ascended the throne.

The twilight is vast and the wind is cold.

The autumn wind swept the withered yellow leaves and was blowing to Li Zhao's feet.

Li Zhao sat on the threshold, looked at the courtyard, and sighed deeply.

The small courtyard is extremely prosperous, the ground is paved with neat and smooth bluestone bricks, and there are strange-shaped rockery stone forests along the way, and the pavilions and pavilions are scattered, and the flower fields on the side are contrasting with each other.

The flower field is full of flowers, there are flowers in full bloom, beautiful, and outside the flower field, there is a bench made of golden silk nanmu, and there is a swing on the side, which can be used by people to play.

There is even a small bridge behind the small courtyard......

But all this is just Li Zhao's fantasy.

The small courtyard is just a square inch of space surrounded by a fence, and only half of the wooden planks are barely hung at the courtyard gate, and there is only an ancient well left in the courtyard except for the leaves piled up in the corner.

Broken and defeated.

The sunset is shining in the west, and the bleak autumn wind is blowing, adding a bit of gloom.

"Alas......" Li Zhao sighed again.

Suddenly, someone pushed open the dilapidated courtyard door.

The person who came held a few pieces of dry biscuits in his arms, trotted to the threshold, sat next to Li Zhao, and carefully distributed a few pieces of dry biscuits to Li Zhao.

"Eat it, I got it with great difficulty. ”

After not eating for a few days, Li Zhao hugged the dry cake and almost burst into tears.

This dry cake should have been left for a long time, and it was hard to get teeth, but Li Zhao still ground it little by little with cold water, and he didn't even let go of the crumbs in his palms, and even licked his fingers.

Although I didn't eat enough, I was somewhat basic.

After eating, Li Zhao felt a little more steady.

......

There was a light breeze and a light rain.

The lingering drizzle fell like a light veil, and a layer of white rain mist splashed on the eaves of the surrounding painting pavilions, slightly wetting pieces of green bricks and white tiles, ripples in the flower pond, and the soft breeze caressed by, round by circle, little by little.

In the Moon Pavilion, the girl leaned on the window railing softly and bonelessly, her eyes were full of autumn water, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her beauty was undoubtedly evident without saying a word, and her complexion was as pale as snow, adding a bit of sickness and sorrow.

Raising the eyes is red silk Zhu Qi, agarwood sandalwood ornaments, blue glazed porcelain vase obliquely inserted a blooming peach blossom, graceful and beautiful.

Li Xian used plum blossom-flavored incense, which was supposed to be used in winter, but in summer, it added a bit of freshness and pleasantness, and his body exuded a faint smell.

The night breeze is crisp, and there are layers of damp air blowing in the face.

......

The twilight sinks in the west, the sky is crossed by clouds, and there is a hidden trend of mountain rain coming and the wind is full of buildings. There was a chill in the air, and people couldn't help but roll up their sleeves, but there was still a cold wind pouring into the neckline.

Heavy snow fell, and the whole world was covered in silver.