Yang Guo and his eagle brother walked side by side and went to Xiangyang City.

Xiao Xiang'er rode a green donkey with no purpose, but wandered around just to find Yang Guo.

Yang Guo carried the sword - the Xuantie heavy sword.

Xiang'er waist hanging sword - a three-foot short sword.

Yang Guo saw an acquaintance.

Xiang'er saw all the people.

When Guo Fu saw Yang Guo again, she was both happy and melancholy.

When He Zudao met Xiang'er by chance, even if he was amazed, he was in love.

At the foot of Shaomu Mountain, Guo Xiang rode a green donkey, strolling forward, as if looking for someone, and seemed to be covering up her original intention, as if she was the one who was hiding.

Guo Xiang was avoiding Yang Guo.

He Zu said: "Girl..."

Guo Xiang looked at him, although it was very good, it was still far from Yang Guo.

He Zu said: "I don't know..."

Smiled sweetly and jumped off the donkey.

Guo Xiang shook a few willows of hair in his ears: "Swallow and vomit, this woman's name is Guo Xiang." ”

He Zudao said hesitantly: "This, I know, and I still want to protect you secretly." ”

The white teeth are not covered up at all, and the bright eyes and teeth are smiling generously, where is it like a little girl. But this has become a unique temperament in Guo Xiang's body, and it seems that she can turn her unbeautiful into very beautiful.

Guo Xiang pinched his waist and laughed: "You pouting your ass, white dazzling clothes, where does anyone dare to lean over." ”

It's a bit cold.

But it's not just here that gets cold.

On the other side, Yang Guo and Guo Fu are just as cold.

Xiangyang City is in danger, Yang Guo knows, but he is powerless to win the sky, Yang Guo also knows that the Mongolian iron cavalry is irresistible.

It's just that the Xuantie Sword is going to turn into a heaven and dragon after all.

Yang Guo looked at Guo Jing in front of him and couldn't help sighing.

In just a few years, Uncle Guo has aged so much. For the country and the people, after dying with all his might, he has been for the Great Song Dynasty all his life, and he can afford this generation of heroes, but it is such a generation of heroes, and he still sacrifices his life for the country.

It would be nice if you didn't know anything.

People may live for a hope.

Guo Jing took Yang Guo, walked through the land of Xiangyang, and looked at the moat.

This situation, at this moment, is very different from the last time.

But Guo Jing will always be Guo Jing.

will always be a generation of heroes.

Guo Jing's voice is old.

Guo Jing pointed to Xiangyang City in the Great Song Dynasty and looked at the magnificent moat. worried: "Come on, Xiangyang can't be lost." ”

Yang Guo is not the original Yang Guo.

Time is like a butcher's knife, which can turn a warrior who was once not afraid of heaven and earth into a coward, and can also make a chaste martyr become a lowly and obedient maid.

Time can change a lot of a person.

Yang Guo didn't want to lose the people around him.

The hero is for the country and the people, but he can't even protect his family.

Guo Jing is a good hero, but he is not a competent husband or a qualified father.

Yang Guo and Guo Jing are similar, but they are completely different.

Yang Guo doesn't care about the world, what he cares about is the people who love him.

Guo Jing said: "Come on, Xiangyang City is now short of troops, and there are even fewer patriots..."

A feeling of not having a center of gravity arises spontaneously.

Yang Guo wanted to tell Guo Jing that Xiangyang really couldn't hold on, but he didn't say it.

The witty Yang Guo always understands that Guo Jing is Guo Jing of the world.

The style of painting changed: "Uncle Guo, if Xiangyang City really can't be defended, is it worth it for us to defend the city?" ”

Guo Jing can't understand it, of course he can.

However, Xiangyang must not be lost.

Guo Jing was silent.

There was a brief silence, and a long sigh.

It must be held.

Yang Guo knew his Uncle Guo's temper.

knew that he was going to die in Xiangyang City, but a generation of heroes had such an ending, which was really impermanent.

Night.

The lights are off.

People are quiet.

Yang Guo couldn't sleep.

Even if the war was about to break out, he still thought about Guo Fu, a woman.

The years are so fast, she is still a girl, how long has it been, she has become a woman, and in the blink of an eye, Fumei has become a little widow.

The matter of Jeruzi cannot be disseminated.

The beggars can't stand the toss now, so they can only hide it for a while.

It's just that Yang Guo has Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, and Aunt Guo's hat is really well buttoned.

Although it is not said that Yeluqi is a traitor who plotted rebellion, but the eighteen palms of the dragon descended to him, the gang leader, he has learned everything, but it has been lost, this is such a big hat, tsk, women's hearts.

The night was long, and I couldn't sleep.

Thinking about these people over and over again.

There was a slight knock on the door.

"Come on, I know you haven't slept, open the door for me." This is exactly what Huang Rong said.

Yang Guo pondered in his heart: "What do you mean?" Do you want to talk to me about the war at night? ”

Thinking about it, I quickly went to open the door.

Huang Rong came, came suddenly, and came as expected by Yang Guo, but he didn't expect it to be midnight, and he came alone.

There are more or less small emotions, not unwilling, or melancholy, is it a loss?

"Aunt Guo is so late, I didn't know you came to my little nephew..."

Huang Rong and Yang Guo have a delicate relationship, and they don't like Yang Guo more, but after so many years, Yang Guo is indeed kind to the Guo family.

But Guo Yang and Yang both know each other well and understand each other's hearts.

It's like a good mother-in-law and a good son-in-law.

The mother-in-law and even the son-in-law's intentions could not figure out his thoughts.

And the son-in-law understands his mother-in-law's intentions, but this kindness just can't match his own thoughts.

But these two people know each other's temper very well, and they know each other even better.

As soon as she came up, Huang Rong patted Yang Guo on the shoulder: "Stinky boy, what am I doing here, you don't know yet?" I pretended to be confused with understanding. ”

Of course Yang Guo knew, and secretly thought, naturally it is not a good thing, and your good things may not be good things for me.

First, the most beloved eldest daughter, in this era of war and strife, is it not necessary to find a good family.

Second, the descendants of the Guo family are broken, and they really have to defend Xiangyang?

Third, it seems that the matter of relying on the sky and slaying the dragon is about to be introduced.

In the dark room, there was not even a candle, and Huang Rong asked as always: "Guo'er, can you see that Xiangyang City can be defended?" ”

Yang Guo shook his head and said: "The Mongolian iron cavalry is mighty, and it is definitely not something that we can resist by ourselves, Xiangyang City, dead." ”

Huang Rong, who was walking around, was also a mess in her heart, helping with family affairs and national affairs, and worrying about everything. After a while, Huang Rong said: "Xiangyang City is broken, what about it?" ”

Huang Rong is talented and known as the title of female Zhuge , but after all, she is a female streamer.

At this time, she was asking what Yang Guo meant.

After all, Huang Rong is also much older.

Huang Rong understands that time is not forgiving, and it is good to leave some things to them.

How did Yang Guo answer?

Yang Guo is the Condor Hero, not Guo Daxia.

Yang Guo prefers seclusion.

The two talked, and the word seclusion was mentioned for the first time.

Huang Rong and Yang Guo reached a consensus.

Just how to convince Guo Jing?

Huang Rong recounted: "Guo'er, you have a deep relationship with my Guo family, and my Guo family is facing variables in front of me, and the little daughter Xiang'er is also looking for you without success. ”

Yang Guo immediately got up and helped Huang Rong.

"Aunt Guo, where is it, sit down quickly, and the little nephew will do his best."

What kind of person Huang Rong is, she said: "It's not about trying, it's about must." ”