"Strife and strife--" The sound of the piano entered the ears.

Wang Jingzhi's slender white fingers, plucking the strings, Yang Yu heard the sound of the piano, and unconsciously walked out of the self-operated tent, she swayed her slender figure, stepping on an elegant step like a dance. When the bright moon is in the sky, the young man is in the hazy curtain, his fingers are lightly hooked and twisted slowly, it is a string of high-spirited and blood-boiling tunes.

Yang Yuqiao's face was slightly red, and she asked Fan Mingdao beside her: "I want to go to the city tower, how should I do it?" ”

Fan Ming also looked at the young man under the moonlight and snow, and said meaningfully: "Wang Jingzhi is really a mortal? ”

"Huh? Yang Yu looked back at Fan Ming suspiciously, and then pursed his lips and chuckled. Fan Ming grinned: "Hahaha." A string of free and easy laughter, and then said, "It's me who is in the picture." Then, pointing ahead, he said, "The girl will go down from that side, go down to the castle tower, and the bell will be rattled, and someone will put down the basket and pull you up." ”

Yang Yu leaned over slightly: "Xie Fan Gong." ”

After speaking, he walked in the direction of the city tower, and wanted to continue to walk in such a fast, not slow, unhurried step, but his feet were unconsciously messy.

Fortunately, it was late at night, the snow was heavy, and no one noticed.

The joyful and wanton laughter of the children on the street sounded in his ears, mixed with the sound of firecrackers bursting, and Yang Yu felt as if he was in a different world.

Feeling the cold and solid city wall, a thick black rope was held in his hand, Yang Yu laboriously pushed away the obstructive big haul and rang the iron bell.

After a while, a big black basket was put down, and Yang Yu lifted the corner of his skirt and stepped into the basket.

The rope collapsed tightly, and the basket swayed left and right under the fierce blowing of the north wind, Yang Yu was nervous, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

Click, there was a sound, the basket stopped, and Yang Yu raised his eyes to see that he had reached the top of the city tower.

"Sister-in-law, how did you come up from here?" Several scribes asked, Yang Yu raised his eyes and saw that Fan Cheng was among these scribes.

"You! Yang Yu was stunned.

Fan Gong stroked his beard and smiled: "How am I?" ”

The corners of Yang Yu's lips hooked up with a smile, and he asked a scribe, "But there are other ways to come up?" ”

The chubby kind scribe said in a warm voice: "There is an iron gate under the castle tower, and you can enter the castle tower by knocking on the door, and there are stairs leading to the top." ”

The corners of Yang Yu's lips were slightly raised, revealing a bright smile, and his voice was clear and soft: "Xie Xugong." ”

The scribe waved his hand, and Yang Yu looked at Fan Gong and said: "Fan Gong is victorious, Fan Gong is extremely intelligent, and Ah Yu is obedient." As he spoke, Yang Yu clasped his hands into fists and made a men's salute.

Fan Ming smiled awkwardly, looked at the strange eyes of his colleagues around him, and chuckled: "You sister-in-law, you never refuse to suffer, you are really ashamed of me." There was another burst of laughter.

The chaotic and approaching sound of horses' hooves sounded, and everyone's faces changed slightly.

"Let's go. The scribes walked in a somewhat chaotic manner into the curtain, and sat down on the soft couch and raised the wine on the table. Yang Yu listened to the sound of horses' hooves from far to near, gradually becoming clearer, but her heart was as calm as water, and her graceful posture was still walking slowly like a dance step.

Picking up the curtain and seeing his back, Yang Yu still approached slowly, but his heartbeat gradually accelerated unconsciously.

"Qingqing is here to accompany me to death?" His lips were bloodless, his face seemed to be transparent, only his cheeks were slightly flushed with unhealthy red, and the temperament of his body was not damaged in the slightest, probably because in such a special situation, Yang Yu's heart unconsciously panicked for a moment, she frowned and said lightly: "Dignified Langya Wang Jingzhi, just like this, you will be determined to be dead?" Wang Jingzhi pursed his lips and smiled.

A luxurious servant sent a soft couch, Yang Yu sat next to Wang Jingzhi, looking at the soldiers downstairs in the city, Yang Yu said slowly: "The Hu people are here." "The torches lit up the snow, and the light grew nearer.

"Hmm. Wang Jingzhi took Yang Yu's white little hand and said with a smile: "Qingqing is like warm jade, the tentacles are warm, and I am so uncomfortable to touch!" After saying that, there was another burst of willful and arrogant laughter.

Yang Yu was stunned, she had never seen Wang Jingzhi's posture.

"Insolence! Yang Yu blurted out, and the next moment, her little face supported by white rabbit fur was slightly red, but this time, she didn't struggle, so she let him hold it.

Fan Ming laughed behind them and joked: "Wang Jingzhi and his harmony should be like this." ”

The sound of horses' hooves gradually stopped, and the soldiers approached the city.

The torch illuminated a small piece, and Yang Yu saw the person in front of the leader, dressed in golden armor, with a golden helmet on his head, and a fat and strong black horse under his crotch, and the saddle was also made of gold, standing majestically in the wind.

Beside the man was a tall man in purple and black armor, also riding a black horse.

"That's Yu Fumu?" Yang Yu pointed to the main general of the golden battle armor.

Wang Jing's pair of jade hands stroked the strings: "Yes." Then, Wang Jingzhi let go of the warm little hand he was holding, and just as the two hands were separated, Wang Jingzhi hooked his lips and smiled, and scratched Yang Yu's palm twice with his index finger. Yang Yu looked back in astonishment, only to see the culprit, his hands on the strings, and a burst of clear and lofty piano sound. Yang Yu saw him with such a detached appearance again, how could he not reunite the evil person with evil in the corner of his lips that day, this person is really incomprehensible and incomprehensible.

The man in the golden armor said with a cold and teasing voice: "General Pei, Wang Jingzhi, I haven't seen you for a long time!" How do you welcome the deceased? ”

Pei Liang frowned, took out the Sensen long sword hanging from his waist, pointed straight to the sky and said, "Yu Fumu! You repeated villain! ”

Yu Fumu still didn't care about it and said lazily: "You Han people are trouble, I can come if I want, I can leave if I want, what can you do with me?" Having said that, looking at the beautiful lanterns on the city tower, calmly stroking the qin, Wang Jingzhi with the beauty on the side, and the dark Iron Flame Army, Yu Fumu's temples jumped unconsciously and suddenly.

The Iron Flame Army is strict in governing the army, it is not the first time he knows, but as soon as his army arrived, they looked like they had been waiting for a long time, he looked at the retainers in purple and black clothes beside him with some hesitation and said, "Chifeng, what's going on?" ”

When Qi Feng heard this, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he replied with his hand: "The slave guarantees his life, and the news will never leak." ”

"Oh? Yu Fumu looked at the Qingning lofty person on the city tower again, and said to himself: "Could it be that Wang Jingzhi is really an immortal, this Iron Flame Army is clearly ready to fight!" And it's so aggressive, the victory is in hand. After speaking, he grabbed the reins on his hand fiercely, and looked at the city tower surrounded by wine and sideburns, and exhaled a cool breath from his mouth.

Pei Liang's chest kept rising and falling, and white qi emanated from his helmet.

Yu Fumu pursed his lips and smiled, his voice was as uncomfortable as a maggot on the tarsal bones, "Since you are not welcome, then I will come back another day." As he spoke, Feather Muller took the reins, and the black horse snorted to himself, spewing out white heat, and the horse's head turned back slightly.

Yang Yu's heart was relieved, and the hands that were unconsciously touched on his chest were slowly put down.

At this moment, Yu Fumu turned around sharply and shot a sleeve arrow from his sleeve, the sleeve arrow was straight and fast, as if splitting the air, and shot towards Pei Liang.

Pei Liang clamped his feet between the horse's belly, volleyed up in the air, turned a somersault in the air, and brushed by the sleeve arrow, which shot straight past without hesitation, hitting the iron armor in the dark.