"Someone - increase the archers, bring in the soldiers stationed at the city gates, and be sure to stop those two!!"

Ling Yu gave an order towards the bronze gate.

After preliminary planning and preparation, now the guards of the entire palace are his own people, in addition to the guards of the palace, the troops on the periphery are also under his orders. Although Qinglang's martial arts are unfathomable, it seems to be a little difficult to compete with the forces of the entire Yuejing City, and he also carries a seriously injured person who can't move all over.

*

The black horse galloped towards Wuxuanmen, Zou Youheng lay on the horse's back, and the blood on Qinglang's body dripped down his back and fell on the saddle, blurring in front of his eyes.

More and more soldiers rushed towards them, and the arrows flew in their direction like a raging storm, and were instantly knocked to the ground by the sun.

When I arrived at the Xuanwu Gate, the surrounding area was already black, the city gate, the stone steps and the empty palace compound were all covered with archers, and all the arrows were aimed at the sunny, ready to go, just waiting for an order from above.

Sunny was trapped in the middle, and the black horse below him raised his front hooves in fright, letting out a long neigh.

"Don't let Ye Xiaoyu come to Yuejing."

A hint of wind passed through his cheeks, blowing the messy shredded hair on his forehead. The arrow on his left shoulder had been pulled out by him, but the wound was bleeding uncontrollably, and the blood spread down his arm, through his fingertips, and dripped onto the white marble floor.

A faint voice came, and Zou Youheng thought that he was hallucinating.

"Ye Xiaoyu? You mean Ye Xiaoyu? ”

He didn't have time to think about it, and quickly confirmed whether he had heard it wrong.

"Tell her not to come."

Sunny whispered.

"You ......"

The expression on Zou Youheng's face was twisted. If the Ye Xiaoyu in Qinglang's mouth is the Ye Xiaoyu he knows, then what does this have to do with her?

How could a pastry shop owner in the remote south have anything to do with the government of Daye Kingdom? Could it be that this person is desperate to save himself, just to let him convey such a sentence?

"Ye Xiaoyu from Rongzhou City?"

Zou Youheng confirmed.

However, in the current situation, it seems that it does not matter if it is not confirmed, they are surrounded by hundreds of archers, and if they move, they will be shot into hedgehogs.

Somewhere it touched it, the black horse was frightened again and raised its front hooves.

The leading soldier gave an order. In an instant, arrows were fired at the two of them from all directions.

Qinglang did not answer Zou Youheng's question again. Instead, as if it had been designed, he turned around and stuffed a pill into his mouth by the horse's fright, and turned over and dismounted. Throw something with the trend. Loud bangs. Let the soldiers gathered at the gates of the city scatter in all directions. The dark horse, which was originally frightened, was once again subjected to external forces and began to rush towards Xuanwumen regardless of a qiē.

Wait for the white smoke to clear. The surroundings fell silent again, except for the sound of bows and arrows.

Qing Lang stood in place, holding the pitch-black ancient sword in his hand.

That thing just now was the last hidden weapon on his body. It's a pity that the power of that thing is limited, and at most it can only stun people, but it can't kill them. So he sent Zou Youheng out, and he chose to stay where he was to cover for him.

The wounds on his body continued to seep blood, and after continuous fighting, his body was already on the verge of limit, relying on the power of the ancient sword, he barely maintained a standing posture. But the black and oppressive figure in front of him became more and more blurred.

"Shoot the arrows—"

The leading general ordered again.

*

The four seasons in Yuejing City are distinct, unlike the season in the south, where the spring begins to rain endlessly. The sun is shining, everything is recovering, and the people in the city, taking advantage of the good spring, many people begin to go to the suburbs to enjoy the rare leisure time of the year.

The years are quiet, and the present world is stable.

No one noticed when there were so many camps at the gates of the city, and no one noticed that in the majestic and solemn palace, it was bloody at this time, like a Shura hell.

In order to purge the forces left behind by Ling Xi, Ling Yu took this opportunity to carry out a major purge of the entire imperial city. Adhering to the principle of "I would rather kill by mistake than let go", not to mention the concubines and palace maids who were in bed, and even many palace maids and eunuchs who had only had a relationship with Ling Xi were all pulled to the Thorn Jinmen and killed.

Ling Yu stood on the city gate, condescendingly looking at Qing Qing, who was still confronting the soldiers.

He was on the verge of his limit, but the guards still couldn't get close.

"Give me a bow and arrows......"

Ling Yu said to his subordinates.

When he was in Quanxiu Village, he once saw a picture in the field. A mule with several bundles of straw on its back. But its owner was still not satisfied, and continued to add more and more straw to its back, but the mule could still stand. But after a few steps, its owner saw a handful of straw on the ground that had been dropped by others, picked it up, and put it on the back of the mule.

In an instant, the mule collapsed to the ground.

And Sunny is now like a mule with straw on its back, which is on the verge of its limit. The reason why it has not fallen yet is because there is still a small number of introductions missing.

Ling Yu decided to let the arrow in his hand be used as a trigger.

*

The bright sun turned into a sunset on the horizon, and the shadows were abundant, dyeing the surrounding clouds red.

Qing Lang held the black gold ancient sword in his hand, fighting against the soldiers who kept swarming towards him. The blood stains on the clothes from the previous moment had not yet dried, and they were immediately replaced by new ones, sticky and thick, as if they were wearing a bright red armor.

Ling Yu on the city gate aimed the bow and arrow in his hand at the back of the man who was still standing tenaciously.

"Sunny-!!"

A cry was like thunder that broke the sky, startling a few sparrows that had stopped on the city wall.

Princess Lingwan stumbled into everyone's sight, her face full of tears.

"Stop, stop me!! ――”

Ling Wan shouted, but before the voice came out, she was drowned out in the clash of weapons.

The person who suddenly appeared made Ling Yu also startled. With a shake of his hand, the arrow immediately left the string and flew in a clear direction.

"Sunny day, I'll help you-!"

Ling Wan picked up a long tasseled gun thrown on the ground and ran in the sunny direction.

The off-string arrow also happened to fly in this direction.

Ling Yu began to frown.

And Ling Wan was still unconscious.

"Sunny, you go first, I am here, these people don't dare to ...... me"

"Be careful."

Before she finished speaking, Ling Wan was stopped by Qinglang and hugged her. Then he put his arms around her and turned around—

This is since Sunny became a colt. It was the first time that the two of them had been so intimate, but as soon as the thought took shape in her mind, her eyes widened.

-- An arrow that fell from the sky plunged heavily into the back of the sunny sky.

Then she felt a strange sensation in her chest. Look down. The arrow went straight from the back to the sunny chest.

"Let's go."

Sunny put his sword to the ground. Squeeze out the last two words.

The wound on the forehead cracked, and the bright red blood snaked down the bridge of the nose, and there was a different kind of beauty.

"Sunny !!! ――”

Ling Wan shouted hysterically.

It was the first time that Sunny had been so close to her. But it is on the verge of parting from life and death like this.

"If you don't want to die, just give me all the way!!"

Ling Wan roared at the soldiers around her.

She is the favorite princess of the first emperor, although Ling Xi has now become a prisoner, but for the will of the first emperor, even Ling Yu does not dare to openly disobey at present.

The soldiers did not step forward, but they did not retreat, they just stopped shooting arrows in their hands.

"Sunny? ……”

Qing Lang held on for a while, but finally couldn't hold it anymore, so he sat down on the ground.

It is too tiring to live, and death may be the best relief for him.

"Let's go."

There was still no emotion in the voice.

"Let's go? Where am I going? You're all hurt like this, and you let me go, how can I go......"

Ling Wan knelt down beside him, and while taking out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his face, she couldn't stop crying.

"I'm fine."

Sunny looked at her and said.

The setting sun hangs on the moss-dappled city walls, the breeze blows, and the impetuous day is finally coming to an end.

"How could you be okay? Are you hurt like this? ……”

Ling Wan howled and cried as she spoke.

"I'm a little tired, just take a break."

Sunny and airy.

The sunset is on the long street, and the rain falls on the eaves. Cold stratagems, deceitful battles.

All the qiē faded away, and finally turned into a little bit in front of his eyes, like ink stains accidentally dripping on rice paper, and disappeared after a long time.

The long sword in his hand was like three feet of autumn water, but it was already frosty in an instant. The severed spikes of the sword were scattered all over the ground. A chic hero, a down-to-earth strategy, he yearns for happiness in the rivers and lakes, and fights in the world, but in the end, he can only forget about the rivers and lakes.

His eyes slowly closed, he had held on for too long, walked too far, and it was time to stop.

"Sunny?"

Ling Wan stretched out her hand and shook it.

"Sunny?!"

The faces of the people around him were more serene than ever, as if they were really asleep.

"Sunny - !!!!"

Ling Huan's eyes widened, and she shouted hoarsely, but all that responded to her was the echo of constantly shuttling through the imperial city.

*

Bang.

The faience bottle on the cabinet suddenly fell to the ground.

The debris splashed everywhere, and Ye Xiaoyu's heart suddenly missed a beat.

It had been pouring rain outside the house all day, and the street in front of the shop was full of standing water, and horse-drawn carriages and pedestrians passed over it as if they were flowing in a river.

It's been a day, and the Wang family's welcoming team still hasn't appeared, and Wang Huaiqing seems to have evaporated from the world, as if he has never existed.

The little girl of the Wang family ran back and forth a few times, and Ye Xiaoyu was told in a trance that Wang Huaiqing was missing, and now the entire Wang family is looking for him.

"Miss, don't worry, my uncle may have an urgent matter temporarily, and it is estimated that he will be back later."

The little girl cautiously comforted.

"Oh."

Ye Xiaoyu replied lightly, squatting down to pick up the fragments of painted pottery that suddenly overturned on the ground. (To be continued......)