Twenty-four years of Yongping. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info November.

Snow.

The sky was a gloomy gray, and snow like goose feathers fell lightly from the sky, falling on the ground one by one, layer by layer, and finally piled up into a thick layer of silver white.

Heavy snow covered the terrible battle of the month before. Outside the city of Yancheng, under the snow was a scorched earth and corpses. The people who survived were shocked and glad that they survived, and they were glad that they survived, but they couldn't help but think after rejoicing, can they survive the next war? How long will such a war last?

On the city gate, the soldiers in charge of defending the city have changed into thick winter clothes, except for a pair of eyes that are still exposed, the rest of the body has been tightly covered, from a distance, it looks like a round ball. But no one had the heart to laugh anymore.

Since the war in Mobei began three years ago, rebels and princes who have supported their own troops and established themselves as kings have abounded. War raged on the Kyushu continent. For a time, wailing was everywhere, and everywhere turned into a battlefield, and often a group of refugees had to move away again not long after they had moved to a new place. Every day, people die of illness, starvation, freezing to death, or are killed by mountain bandits.

However, the war on this continent does not affect a place in the slightest, and Shengjing is still a drunken fan, and the people are still immersed in a last sweet dream. The emperor sitting on the throne listened to the minister's report and watched the cities fall one after another, but he still smiled casually on his face. It's as if the cities were just snatched away by the player's friends when they were drinking, and there was no look of anger at all.

But Xie Zhao, who is in Mobei, is in distress, since the winter, Shengjing's team to transport grain and grass has not come, if this continues, the current grain and grass can only support until March of the next year. After March, even if Jiang Guo's iron hooves did not attack again, the people in the city would be starved to death.

Covering his face weakly, Xie Zhao sighed. Only the charcoal brazier burning next to him was also extinguished unconsciously. Sensing a stiff sensation in his hands, Xie Zhao sighed into his hands, trying to make them warmer.

When Murong Yao walked into the study from the outside, he saw Zhao sitting in the place where Xie Zhengyun used to sit, rubbing his fingers that were a little red, and he sighed from time to time. His brows couldn't help frowning, and he strode into Xie Zhao, but suddenly remembered that he had just walked into the house under the wind and snow, and his body was still cold, so he stopped.

"Murong." Xie Zhao looked up at Murong Yao, who was still carrying snowflakes on her body, she hurriedly leaned down and lit the charcoal brazier, then got up and walked towards Murong Yao, brushing away the snowflakes on the man's body.

After letting Xie Zhao brush off the snowflakes on his clothes and pulling him to sit on the chair that once belonged to Xie Zhengyun, Murong Yao took Xie Zhao's hand, took the girl into his arms, and sat on his lap.

"Ahh Xie Zhao couldn't help but exclaim softly, his face crimson. The body just stiffened for a moment, and then quietly leaned into Murong Yao's arms. There was still a hint of chill on his body, but the familiar smell of soaphorn came into her mind, and she felt her heart full for a moment. Since the death of Mrs. Xie Zhengyun and Mrs. Xie three years ago, they have been busy fighting, sometimes not even seeing each other for months. The last time I saw Murong Yao was a month ago, when I saw him in the barracks in a hurry.

Listening to each other's heartbeats, the two of them sat quietly in the study.

It's been a long, long time. Xie Zhao suddenly spoke.

"Murong, let's get married, now that the three-year filial piety period has passed, I don't know how long the war will last." Because he was sitting on Murong Yao's lap, Xie Zhao could be at eye level with Murong Yao when he sat up straight. Her figure was reflected in the man's eyes. Looking at Murong Yao's eyes staring at her, Xie Zhao was a little at a loss.

"Murong ...... Hmmm......"

A kiss that was almost suffocating came to her face, Xie Zhao closed his eyes, and let Murong Yao trace her lips little by little with the tip of his tongue, pry open his teeth, and exchange each other's breath. Xie Zhao's hand tightly grasped Murong Yao's clothes, and she felt that her body suddenly became soft.

I don't know how long it took for the kiss to end. At this moment, there is an ambiguous atmosphere in the study. Murong Yao's eyes flashed with a light that Xie Zhao couldn't understand. He kissed Xie Zhao's lips again, different from the deep kiss just now, this time the kiss was soft and soft. Gradually, the kiss went down, kissing Xie Zhao's neck, because the breath sprayed on the neck Xie Zhao couldn't help but chuckle. His hand caressed the girl's back. The feeling coming from her body made Xie Zhao feel a little strange, but she still let Murong Yao's movements continue.

The body was lifted up in the air and placed on the soft collapse of the study, Xie Zhao opened his eyes and looked at Murong Yao in front of him who pressed her against the soft collapse. The moment their eyes met, Murong Yao seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly let go of Xie Zhao.

"I thought about something else, and I went first. I'll go to someone to calculate the date of marriage. Murong Yao's voice was hoarse, as if she was suppressing something. With that, he got up and hurried away.

What happened to Brother Murong Xie Zhao sat up from the soft collapse and looked at Murong Yao's departing back with doubts in his eyes.

Outside the study, the biting wind and snow blew, Murong Yao clenched the knife hanging from his waist and walked towards the martial arts arena in the mansion. On this day, Murong Yao stayed in the martial arts arena for a long time.

In the days since that day, Xie Zhao has not seen Murong Yao again. However, the red post with the wedding date was handed to Xie Zhao by him. Seeing that the nearest auspicious day written on the red post was also in February, Xie Zhao couldn't help but think of the matter of grain and grass. He sighed heavily, looked up at the matchmaker who was waiting for her reply, and spoke.

"Please go back and tell Murong, it's set for February 17."

"No problem." The matchmaker smiled charmingly at Xie Zhao, and then approached Xie Zhao's desk step by step, took out a booklet from her arms and gently placed it on the table mountain. "Well, maybe you'll need it, General." After speaking, the matchmaker didn't wait for Xie Zhao to say anything more, and twisted her waist and left step by step.

"What is this?" After Xie Zhaomu sent the matchmaker away, his eyes fell on the booklet left by the matchmaker, stretched out his hand and took it in front of him, slowly opened it, and closed it instantly. Dropped on the table.

This kind of thing.

His hand couldn't help but pick it up from the table again and open the booklet. The more he looked at it, the redder Xie Zhao's face became. It wasn't until he finished reading it all that Xie Zhao stood up and stuffed the booklet into the bookshelf in a panic.

After getting married...... Thinking of getting married, Xie Zhao couldn't help but think back to the picture he saw in the booklet.

In the busyness of two people, time passed in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, February has arrived.

The spring of the twenty-fifth year of Yongping came unexpectedly early, and the ice and snow melted in the afternoon sun at the beginning of February, and Xie Zhao stood on the city gate and looked at the place of the last battle of the year, which was already a scorched bone at this time. Now the grain and grass in the city is only enough to last until mid-March, and the folds of the book urging the grain and grass have been put up one after another, but there is no response. Now that the weather has warmed up, the guys in Beirong don't know when they will strike again. Can she still hold this city? Today's soldiers have gone from hundreds of thousands of troops to less than 10,000. Those in the city who can pick up a sword have already gone to war. The rest are just women and children. Defending the city in this way is nothing more than delaying the time for the destruction of the city. But my grandfather's words always echoed in my ears. Survive this war.

couldn't help but sigh, Xie Zhao cheered up and smiled. Tomorrow is the day when she and Murong get married.

It's just that Xie Zhao's good mood was destroyed after all. On the second day, not long after she woke up, the news came that Jiang Yuanbing was coming to the city.

"Why did you choose it today?" Xie Zhao showed a gritted expression on his face, but he still changed into a battle armor and hurried to the city gate.

Seeing Xie Zhao appear at the city gate, Jiang Yuan showed a malicious smile and shouted at the people who appeared at the city gate. "Xie Zhao, do you still like this wedding gift?"

"You." Xie Zhao clenched his fists and wanted to rush out. But reason told her no. Once the gates are opened, it is time for the city to be broken.

Looking at Xie Zhao's angry face on the city gate, Jiang Yuan's smile became even brighter. "Siege."

"The whole army is on guard and guards the gates."

"Yes."

It's another war about defending and besieging a city. From early morning to noon, and then to the afternoon. Jiang Guo's soldiers besieging the city have changed batch after batch, and the city gate of Yancheng is already full of blood. But the war was not over.

They were all waiting for each other to hold on to it. Either retreat the army, or open the gates.

The shouts and insults of the soldiers of Jiang Guo under the city were endless.

Xie Zhao looked at everything under the city, clenched his fists, and his nails dug into his flesh. She pondered what she was supposed to do.

Suddenly, someone behind her tapped her on the shoulder, and a familiar voice came. "Xiao Zhao, don't be afraid. The worst outcome is the destruction of the city. I've always been with you, Jin Ge Iron Horse, life and death. ”

"Murong, you're here." Xie Zhao's voice was a little hoarse.

Little by little, he broke the tight fist that Xie Zhao clenched, and then clenched. Ten fingers interlocked. Let's look at everything under the city.

"Murong, how long do you think we can hold out?" Xie Zhao looked blankly into the distance. "The world...... Royalty...... I often wonder if I was right or wrong to be ordered to guard this desert north. ”

"Xiao Zhao, I don't know the answer either. The books I read since I was a child told me to be loyal to the monarch and love the country, but now the people in power are brutal, the people are not happy, and there are many rebels everywhere. Speaking of this, Murong Yao took a deep breath, and the hand he held Xie Zhao seemed to ooze sweat, and Xie Zhao felt a slight tingling pain coming from his palm. She turned her head to look at Murong Yao's side face. Murong Yao felt Xie Zhao's gaze and continued to speak. "I often wonder, what are we fighting for? When we were defending this city, the high-ranking people in the capital should still be immersed in a sweet dream at this moment. But we are freezing in this cold weather, and the brothers we watched die one by one. Do such emperors still have to be protected? In the end, Murong Yao hesitated.

"General, it's not good. The Pejon attacked again. Our gates will last for half an hour at most. Suddenly, a soldier with a wounded wound stumbled up.

"It seems that the time has come to choose." Xie Zhao said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Then he opened his eyes, and there was a look of determination in his eyes. "Command all the soldiers to slaughter the city."

"What?" The soldier looked at Xie Zhao, he didn't believe that such an order came from the woman who was fighting alongside them.

"Slaughter the city." Xie Zhao took another deep breath. "It is better to die at the hands of your comrades than to fall into the hands of the Beirong people and be humiliated. After slaughtering the city, I will go to the battlefield with me, and we will all die. Tears flowed from the corners of Xie Zhao's eyes when he said this. Looking at the big red clothes under Xie Zhao's battle armor, the soldier suddenly remembered that today was the wedding day of the woman in front of him and General Murong.

"Yes." The soldier wiped the tears that also flowed from the corners of his eyes, which were left for the evil deeds he was about to do.

"Xiao Zhao." Murong Yao held Xie Zhao's hand tightly. In half an hour they will be farewell. In today's battle, you will only lose and not win. And then they will all die.

"Murong, it seems that we are destined to not be able to get married today." Xie Zhao looked at Murong Yao and smiled, but the tears in his eyes couldn't be stopped.

"Anyway, you're my wife." Murong Yao lightly dropped a kiss on Xie Zhao's forehead. Today, he also changed out of his previous black clothes, and inside the Xuanjia was a bright red middle coat.