Xiang Yiming put down the knife and looked at Yu Ze's back intently, he was a little moved, maybe the men who climbed up step by step from Qianmo were like Yu Ze. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was silence in the hall, and blood was spilled all over the ground.

Li Ziqian and Xiang Yiming supported Tuoba Qian, who was bandaged with wounds, and the three of them slowly walked out of the main hall. Yu Ze closed his eyes, his hands gradually clenched, and his face looked old.

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【Handan West City】

Sunset.

A man and a horse stood on the path outside the city, and the man on horseback looked at the deserted city gate from afar and took a soothing sip of wine.

Sadness crossed his brow, and he turned the old horse towards the trail.

In an instant, the city began to bend, and a woman in military uniform took off the strings on her back and swept it, opening the sound.

The man's hand holding the flask trembled, and a happy look appeared under his eyelids, and the wine fell into his bowels. He turned and looked up at the woman in the city, smiling.

A late-summer wind, and blood rose from the woman's hair.

"Wuyan is coming to kill, I don't know if the famous Wei country's Dr. Sima's "Flowers Follow the Passing Water" will add a little charm?" The man looked at Ji Wuyan at the head of the city and shook his head, he was dressed in white with the setting sun as the background, and he stood out in this path.

With a glow on her face, Ji Wuyan looked at the man on the path below the city, pressed the trembling strings with one hand, and Qingsang began to sing:

"Mo Shang Sang, Mo Shang Sang;

There are women raising silkworms, and there are gentlemen picking mulberries;

Jun lives on the riverside, and the woman lives on the shore;

cannibalize the tender mulberry, and people are in Shaohua;

Thinking in vain, thinking in vain;

Junyue's road ahead, women are worried about marriage;

A volume of fame, a paper marriage;

Read at night in the cold window, under the moon with candles. ”

The song started to move, and the song was like crying.

The two looked at each other from afar. Suddenly, the sound of the piano deflected, and the cheerfulness turned from mournful to dull again, and Ji Wuyan's singing voice resumed:

"Jiang has worship, Jiang has a river;

There is a son under the mulberry, and his language is intertwined;

There are women who laugh and smile, and they return with their children;

Women don't raise silkworms, and you don't take mulberries;

The water is endless, the water is endless;

There is a gentleman who returns with honor, and his people are like jade;

The white horse is young, and it is beautiful;

The woman has become a woman, and she is alone. ”

The sound of the piano was long, Ji Wuyan stopped her voice, and her watery eyes were fixed on the strings.

The man under the city was thoughtful, he threw his head up and drank, his long hair fluttering.

The song turned into a flat sound, accompanied by Ji Wuyan's fingers lightly grasping the strings, and the tune slowly retracted, like an invisible calm river.

"Good song." The man laughed loudly, his face beaming.

Ji Wuyan's calloused hand was withdrawn, and Wu Zi stood up and looked under the city, "Brother Wen Guang is going to Xiqin today, and Wuyan wishes Brother Wen Guang to show his knowledge of heaven and earth." ”

"Haha, I'm a freeman, what's disturbing the quiet? Fame and vulgarity are not as good as wine in your hands. When Wu Wenguang heard Ji Wuyan's blessing, he laughed, turned around with his legs between the horse's belly, and responded highly, "Xie Wuyan's "Flowers Follow the Passing Water". ”

Ji Wuyan looked at Wu Wenguang, who was gone, and did not speak, with a white dress in his eyes, an old horse, and a sunset on the side of the ancient road.

She turned around with the strings on her back, and the fierce wind at the head of the city lifted her black bloodstained skirt.

The two faced each other with their backs in the sunset and parted ways.

Xicheng has a bird's-eye view of the city, facing forward, the streets are crisscrossed, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians and vehicles.

Under the guise of wine, a blood mist more than half a foot high splattered. Several women in silver robes looked at the corpses lying at their feet with sharp blades in their hands, and they threw down their torches and walked away.

For a while, the flames suddenly rose into the sky, and flames appeared at the same time in more than a dozen streets and alleys in Handan City.

At this time, there was a panic in the streets. When the firelight crackled in the sunset, Bai Po looked up at the firelight everywhere, and then looked at the people who were besieged under the attic, and he said coldly to Yu Ziwen, who was the leader, "Did your people do it?" Mo didn't want to create chaos in Handan City in order to escape. ”

Yu Ziwen faced Bai Po's eyes, he glanced at the shooters of the tiger and leopard riders on both sides, and then looked at the Youming soldiers behind him, his eyes were sharp, "We are all waiting for the result you said, we would rather the jade be broken than be destroyed." The chaos was not created by my Xuzhou Business Alliance, I, Yu Ziwen, are waiting for the charge! As a warrior. ”

Bai Po didn't know how to answer, he stared at the other party, the warrior was not afraid of death, and he did not bother to use small tricks to escape.

After a while, a man in a silk coat trotted to the attic, handed a roll of cloth brocade into Bai Po's hand, and whispered in his ear, "The king has an order." ”

Bai Po pulled the cloth brocade away, his face changed, and he immediately said to the standard-bearer on the side: "Close." ”

The long pavilion flag in the center was lowered, and the archers in the attic on either side immediately put the arrows back into their quiver bags.

"Close!" Bai Po roared and looked at Yu Ziwen in a complicated way.

The soldiers of Yuming, who were tensing their bodies, faced this sudden scene, they gasped fiercely, but they did not dare to relax, their hands still holding their weapons hard. It wasn't until Bai Po rode away with the tiger and leopard that they had a feeling of collapse.

Yu Ziwen's face showed unconcealed joy, they were not slaughtered this time. It is a wonderful thing to think that there has been a turnaround in the palace.

At the same time, on a tower in the middle of the royal palace. Snow Goose and Drift were leaning back to each other, panting for breath, both of them with small wounds on their bodies.

A few people scattered, just guarding against the two of them rushing out, and there was no killing intent.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Xue Yan stared at the person in charge and said coldly, anxious about Xiang Yiming and Li Ziqian in the palace.

"I won't kill you two, no need to ask." The dart on the index finger of the leader turned into a cloud of iron cyan light and shadow, and he looked at his index finger and replied lazily.

"I want to kill a few of you." Liuli looked at a few people, although he was panting, but his tone sounded very eerie.

"Hehe, can you kill it?" The dart on the index finger stopped, and the leader looked at the displacement. In his opinion, a pure-blooded feathered man would not even have a chance to stretch his wings and fly away from here, let alone kill a few of them.

Several of them are also killers, and they are by no means ordinary people.

In the midst of the confrontation, a dagger blade suddenly plunged into the overhanging beam above their heads, and thin wires could be faintly seen in the sunlight.

As soon as the dagger was retracted, a person jumped up to the tower with the help of her strength, she was light, standing on the side of the railing facing everyone.

"Leng Sha, you're here, have you finished handling the affairs in the palace? Isn't it possible to kill the two of them? The leader looked at the woman leaning on the railing, and his gaze immediately became murderous, he licked his tongue, and glared at the enclosed Snow Goose and the Wanderer.

"Lone wolf, let them go, this is what the king meant." Leng Sha looked at the sunset and replied, her body shook again, and she jumped off the railing lightly.

"Let's go." The lone wolf's eyes regained their laziness again, and he withdrew his gaze and followed the cold veil.

The two of them looked at the cobwebed man who suddenly stopped his hand, and they glanced at each other.

"Go to the king's palace and have a look." After a moment of silence, Snow Goose spoke, and the figures of the two quickly walked towards the palace hall.