Blue skies. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky above the imperial capital was covered by wolf smoke and flames, mixed with skyrocketing fire, and people everywhere were panicking.

The capital, which should have been prosperous, was ravaged by war, with corpses strewn across the streets, displaced women wailing, and ignorant children lying on the bodies of their parents.

In the chaos, a person's white robe moved slightly, the green stubble was faintly visible on his chin, his eyes were full of arrogance, and his face was distorted with a little pain, he squatted down, stroked the corpse's round eyes, got up and looked in the direction of the palace, and said to himself: "Life is ruined, the people are uneasy, I don't want to be like this, Mo Cang, do you know?"

"Report, military division, the general said that the imperial city will be broken soon, please return to the camp!"

The man in white left.

The palace maids and eunuchs in the palace were in a mess, but there were still women's crisp laughter on the yaotai.

There are ninety-nine eighty-one large vats under the yaotai, each of which exudes a rotten stench, take a closer look, it is actually all people who gouge out their eyes, cut their noses and cut off their limbs, it is June, there are constantly flies flying around, there is no body in the jar is not a little white maggot crawling in it, disgusting tight.

In the center of the stage, a middle-aged man who had just been beheaded was scolding the two people on the stage: "Mo Cang! As a disciple of the Mo family, you are now betraying your master and colluding with the dog thief Xuehua! How can you be worthy of your master under the Nine Springs! ”

Speaking of the "Mo family", the pupils of the woman on the stage tightened slightly, and she smiled for a moment and climbed on the shoulder of the man next to her, and her voice was delicate: "Master, his old man loves Cang'er the most, don't say that the master is dead, even if the master is still alive, but give me eighty-one children of the Mo family, I believe that the master and his old man will definitely be willing to do it."

"Whew! Senior brother was really blind back then before he accepted you to get started! What a white-eyed wolf like your mother! You adulterers ****! Come to a sticky end! The blood beneath the man's body grew more and more ferocious, staining the ground around him red.

"Report! Your Majesty, the rebels have invaded the Imperial City! A Royal Forester hurried in.

The man on the yaotai tightened his hand holding the woman's slender waist, and his expression was faint: "Are you afraid?"

Mo Cang smiled contemptuously: "What is there to fear of death? But does the old horseman want to get the blood flowing and die well? ”

"Heh, it's cold on the ground, don't slack off Uncle Mo, come on, lift Uncle Mo to the tung oil board." The man sat down with a wave of his sleeves, brought Mo Cang in his arms into the seat, and buried his head deep in her neck.

"You can't die well, you can't die well!"

"Oh? Uncle Shi can see clearly who is not going to die now? Mexiwei felt a pain in his heart, and felt that the blood flow under his body was becoming more and more ferocious, but the tung oil plate forcibly blocked the flow, and if it went on like this, he was afraid that he would have to endure the pain for two hours and not die!

"Yi'er has already brought the troops! I'll see how arrogant you can be! You can't die a good death, you can't die a good death! "Messi's only eyes were scarlet, and his face was hideous.

Mo Cang was not afraid, and a little impatience appeared on his picturesque face: "Uncle Shi, can you change the sentence to scold?" It's only a sentence that can't be good, and Cang'er is annoyed to listen to it. ”

"Report! The rebels have stormed the palace! Please also ask the emperor to quickly order resistance! If not, the country is in danger! ”

The man got up, and the kingdom was about to die without changing his color: "What if it is not my country, so what if it dies?" After finishing speaking, he looked at Mo Cang beside him: "Are you willing to die with me?"

"You didn't give the order to resist! Ha ha! Traitor, you also know that you have lost the hearts of the people! ”

"Lord!" The Imperial Forest Army who came to report hurriedly said.

The man scolded with extreme dissatisfaction: "Shut up!" Then he looked at Mo Cang with a gentle expression: "Huh?"

"Xuehua, I do. I would like to die with you. ”

Mo Cang's expression was also extremely gentle. There seemed to be a vacuum around her, and only his peerless Danfeng eyes were left in her eyes.

"I followed you, and everything in the world has nothing to do with me from now on."

"I'm not afraid, you take me away."

The previous scenes came to his heart, Mo Cang calmed down, saw him relax and smiled, and a spun two people had jumped onto the imperial city wall outside Yaotai.

Seeing this, the Imperial Forest Army drew his saber at his waist and ended himself with a sword.

The wind blew the battle flag hunting on the city wall, the man held Mo Cang's face with both hands, leaned over and kissed her earlobe in the next second, and bit her fair and slender neck, this bite was extremely heavy, Mo Cang's white clothes had been stained red with his own blood, he attached it behind her ear and sucked a few mouthfuls of blood, and murmured: "Even if I die, I won't see you living alone."

Mo Cang kissed him indiscriminately, and his voice was hoarse: "Will I live alone!" Xuehua, you underestimate me! ”

He covered her wound bitten by himself with his hand, and pinched her chin with the other: "Call me Qingbai again."

Because of his words, Mo Cangqian burst into tears, and saw that his mouth was full of blood and came to kiss her tears: "I don't regret it."

"Qing... White..."

The man smiled, and at some point there was an extra fire fold in his hand, and Mo Cang also smiled: "In this way, our family of three can be reunited underground."

The pupils of the person in front of him were dilated, but in an instant, they returned to their previous faint smile, hugged Mo Cang tightly with one hand, and threw the fire fold with the other.

The fire was blazing, his handsome face reflected the fire as if it was scattering a faint light, Mo Cang hugged him tightly and closed his eyes in the firelight......

No matter how the world criticizes it, with her, what is he afraid of?

In the sixteenth year of Qingjia, the imperial capital is full of flowers as ever, the flowers are full of flowers in spring, colorful butterflies are fluttering, tourists and students, merchants and ladies, and the streets and alleys are bustling.

The imperial city is majestic, the white clouds are fluttering, the palace walls are solemn, and the royal forest army patrols in formations, and everything is in order.

The man in white with green stubble back then was no longer confused, and he finally stood in the position above 10,000 people under one person.

His steps were heavy, but he still stepped firmly step by step up to the tower, he touched the bluestone ground, his eyes were gentle, and the pain of the year did not seem to disappear with the passage of time, but deepened a little.

Sixteen years ago, he saw Mo Cang under the city wall with a beautiful smile, the fire was soaring, he only had a heart-rending "no", he was so sad and depressed that he fainted, and woke up again, and the imperial doctor told him that his throat was useless.

The man in white got up and leaned against the wall to look into the distance.

After a fire that year, and then a heavy rain in the sky washed everything away without a trace, and it was rumored that the heavens could not see the bones of the king and the demon queen, and simply washed the imperial capital.

He felt that it was more like a punishment for him that would be difficult to redeem for the rest of his life.

Sixteen years later, he climbed the wall where the man had died with his little sister.

Probably, all the tears of his life have been shed that day.