The breeze gently swept through Manyun's ears, and the whispers of the surrounding crowd also merged into a buzzing sound that hit the ear drums, and she still half-closed her eyes, her armor was buried in the black and shiny fur of the amethyst and scratched lightly, calm and relaxed.

Even if the memory of his previous life is uncertain, the man in white who pretended to be a ghost will not come, Man Yun is still extremely confident that Jing Guogong's team can enter the imperial city smoothly.

Her husband is from the Xiao family, so she naturally trusts herself to be included in the camp of the Xiao family, and no matter what, she can't easily show her cowardice in front of outsiders.

So that faintly with Man Yun as the center, optimistic and calm emotions spread out in all directions. The eyes of the surrounding crowd of spectators were less panicked and more curious.

"Someone's riding over!" , the soft cry of the report came from a distance like ripples of water.

At the same time, the crisp knock of the horse's hooves on the mud and gold bricks of the royal street also sounded.

Zhou Manyun smiled faintly, lifted the amethyst in his arms upward, straightened his willow waist, and a pair of bright eyes fell on the street that was still empty in front of him.

From far and near, a horse with the wind, like an arrow from the string, rushed to the bull's-eye, quickly brushed across the long street, and suddenly stopped at the head of the main bridge of Jinming Bridge.

The black steed without bridle and saddle neighed loudly, and the four hooves fell to the ground, and the knight dressed in white had already turned over and dismounted.

The sturdy horse's buttocks were slapped by his master's backhand, and the horse, as if it was a well-versed horse, quickly turned its head without hesitation, and galloped back as fast as it came.

The white-clothed man who stayed alone at the head of the Jinming Bridge stood quietly, connecting with the Huangji Gate fifty zhang away, and Jian Huai between the gate and the bridge in a straight line.

The white clothes are better than the snow, with wide and wide sleeves, like the dance robe of the Shangyuan Festival.

And the dressed people only left a beautiful back for the onlookers, like jet-black hair scattered on their backs, shining in the sun. The cool breeze pulls up the sleeves and blows the clothes, like a fairy.

In the surprise of the surroundings, Zhou Manyun's pretty face, which was originally full of clouds, suddenly tensed, his pupils contracted in disbelief, and he felt that someone slapped him the Tianling cover, dizzy and painful. A few want to die.

"How so?" , let go of the amethyst in despair, and the tip of Man Yun's back pick pinched the palm of his hand.

No matter how far away it is? The shadow that came and went in front of him just now, the back of the Jinming Bridge that had been hugged from behind countless times, and the long hair that had just been grated for him this morning......

But with just one glance, Man Yun could recognize the man in white standing there as his husband.

The figure at the head of the Jin Ming Bridge was only silent for a moment, and then he walked towards Jian Huai, who was kneeling on the other side of the bridge.

As Man Yun once concluded, he still likes the black-clothed Xuanjia to be wrapped more tightly, rather than a piece of white swaying in the sun.

Xiao Hong sighed lightly in his heart. His bare feet were firmly measuring the distance he could only win and not defeat step by step.

The steps fell silently, but the singing sound that sounded in his mouth at the same time was clear and clear, and he stubbornly handed it to the old man in front of him who was holding a sword with his eyes down.

"The wild goose is flying, and its feathers are suppressed. The son of Yu Zheng, the ...... of the wilderness"

Although he prefers the pleasure of galloping on the field, as his father just confessed, sometimes the battle that determines the final victory and defeat needs another way, as long as it can be won.

Xiao Hong sang slowly. While staring at Jian Huai, who was slowly raising his head and staring at him.

Jian Huai, who is nearly sixty years old, has a flushed complexion. The angry eyes are like condensing the substance, and the top of the hair is bald, not because of physical failure, but because of the practice of pure yang internal strength, the body of the red robe of the second-grade master is stronger than ordinary people.

In his right hand, he holds the blade of the sword, while in his left hand, he holds the pyrotechnic whistle arrow that he uses to give orders.

Get close. If persuasion fails, how sure are you that you will snatch the sentry arrow in his hand? Roughly judging the difference in strength, Xiao Hong did not think that he could subdue Jian Huai by force.

Shortened to a distance of twenty zhang, Xiao Hong clearly saw that Jian Huai suddenly clenched his teeth and a few more green tendons appeared on his neck.

"The wild goose is flying, and it is gathered in Zhongze. The son of Yu Yuan. All 100 walls are made. Although it is hard work, it is a good house? ”

Staring at the familiar figure walking forward step by step, Jian Huai clenched the sword in his hand, and his bulging temples involuntarily danced a few beats with the song.

How long has it been since the last time I listened to a song in white? Twenty years, thirty years, or forty years?

"Mother's world, splendid and glorious, isn't it exactly what you want? Why pretend to lament here! Fleeing like a lost dog, being homeless, is simply a pain you can't imagine......"

"Maybe I'm always thinking that if I die, will I be able to fly out of this self-built wall with my wings on my back? Yanzhou, where the Xiao family lives, I don't have the slightest impression, I don't know if I will get lost all the way to the north? ”

In a trance, the delicate woman who took off her gorgeous dress smiled and muttered to herself in the empty darkness, as if she knew that someone was listening in the dark night.

What does she look like?

Jian Huai's eyes tightened and fixed on Xiao Hong's face.

He could see clearly that it was not an old man who was walking towards him, but a man with a handsome face. The eyebrows are vaguely similar, but the edges and corners of the young man's gradually mature silhouette add a bit of masculinity.

It's just that Jian Huai is a little unfocused.

The same white clothes are contrasting, and the skin hidden under the black hair in front of him is not the miserable white that has lost all the blood in his last memory, which makes him inexplicably feel a little more close in his heart.

It's really not a good thing to be stared at intently by an old man with amazing force, but it may be because of this that he was able to get to a distance of only a foot away from him step by step.

"Stop!" , a loud shout sounded in Xiao Hong's ears like thunder.

The soles of the bare feet suddenly stuck to the bricks that were still refreshing in the warm sun.

The one who was scared was him now! Xiao Hong looked at Jian Huaizheng's left hand and the whistle arrow he was holding in his hand, hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled gently, his face full of mist eyes.

"Mu Ying! I am back! A long sigh that seemed to rise from the depths of his heart escaped from Xiao Hong's lips, and with the help of the voice, he moved forward another half a foot.

"You...... Who are you? Jian Huai's red face was even redder, the blood was full of blood, and his bald head seemed to be fainted.

"Mu Ying, do you want people to burn the sunset tower of Jianzhang Palace as well?" Xiao Hong, who continued to take a step forward, steadily stretched out a right hand to the old man in front of him, who was obviously a little out of control, and what his fingertips were asking for was the whistle arrow that he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Who are you! Who is it! Jian Huai's roar became more urgent, and he stood up angrily, like a fierce beast that gnawed people, as if he was about to plunge the green blade in his hand into the chest of the ghost in front of him.

Xiao Hong pursed his lips and turned sideways to pass the sword. grabbed Jian Huai's shoulders with both hands, and secretly compared his strength but couldn't shake half a minute, but was bounced away by half a foot.

The swift blade of the sword passed behind him awkwardly, a lock of long hair blew off the blade, and a blood-red burst oozed from the torn white clothes.

After all, I still can't win! Originally, I rejected the killer weapon of using my father's esoteric religion in my heart, but in the end I had to use it.

Narrowly dodged Jian Huai's tricks, Xiao Hong covered the arms of the old man who seemed to be crazy with sweat on his head, and said loudly: "Jian Huai Jian Muying!" In the seventh year of Yongde, the third day of the eighth month. Jianzhang Palace! ”

The palm that was about to slap on Xiao Hong's chest trembled and retracted some of the strength, and Jian Huai's figure suddenly slammed.

Xiao Hong, who let out a long breath, slashed at Jian Huai's wrist with one palm and continued: "Hong! I'm twenty years ago, and I'm back! ”

A fireworks whistle arrow fell to the ground, and it had just sunk for a few minutes, and Xiao Hong, who had broken down, immediately copied the arrow in his hand.

"Come back?" , Jian Huai, who was standing in front of the Emperor's Gate, suddenly lost all his fighting spirit, and looked at the young man who snatched the sword from his hand after taking away the sentry arrow. Eyes glazed.

"Yes! I'm back, I'm going back to where I belong. Take what is mine! ”

When the play reaches a certain point, the words become smooth. Xiao Hong, who originally wanted to cut corners, went to the full set that Xiao Rui asked him to memorize, and a young and strong arm also took advantage of the situation to put on Jian Huai's shoulder.

Seeing that the situation had taken a sharp turn as scheduled, a carriage that had been waiting on the side rushed to the Jinming Bridge.

Half a day, Xiao Hong dragged the stupid Jane into the car.

The wheels moved, and a group of neatly draped armored soldiers seemed to have practiced in advance. rushed out from both sides of the Huangji Gate, divided the points according to the moment, and densely guarded the open space that had been sung and played lively just now.

Far away, on the other side of the royal street, the king who had been waiting for a while began to set off slowly, surrounded by the princes and ministers.

Next to Suzaku Street. Everyone's eyes have shifted from the Jinming Bridge to the honor guard with the cloud flag and gourd, only Zhou Manyun's eyes have been glued to the carriage that has left hidden under the hustle and bustle, and he will not let go for a moment.

The car shadow was gone, Zhou Manyun lowered his head and blinked, but when he looked up again, he smiled and nodded gently, responding to the concern of a noble lady beside him.

"Just now, Grandma Xiao Liu was calm! Look and scare the hell out of us! Also...... Jing Guogong supported the new emperor, which was in accordance with the will of heaven, and those clowns who jumped off the beam were nothing if they made a fuss for a while! ”

"Hmmm! Grandma Xiao Liu, does Grandma know that the man in white is the master invited by Jing Guogong? I don't know how he persuaded that General Jane? ”

A few inquiring eyes fell on Zhou Manyun's body without a trace.

"Ladies! The concubine is just a newcomer to Luojing, how can she know these things in the inner house. Man Yun squeezed his palms fiercely, raised his pretty face and smiled shyly, his eyes flashed with embarrassment as if he didn't know how to deal with it, "That man in white, he should be blessed by God, right?" ”

Heavenly help? Several ladies from the city government looked at Xia Manyun without a trace in a compliment, but they kept this sentence in their hearts as if they had no intention of prompting, and prepared to wait until they returned home to talk to their husbands.

"The wild geese are flying, wailing and screaming. This philosopher is called my hard work. Vibi fool, call me proud ......"

The Imperial Gate, which had welcomed the new owner, slowly closed the door again, and the crowd crowded on the side of the royal street also dispersed in twos and threes.

The eyes are full of prosperity and the people are haggard, it should be the current state of mind, right?

Zhou Manyun Tingyu stood on the side of the street, saying goodbye to the familiar officials with a sweet smile on her face, and through the dense swaying figures in front of her, it seemed that she could still see the white clothes in front of the Emperor's Gate as if they were slowing down the time.

The sword blade coldly slashed through his back, and there was hidden blood seeping! He is also wounded and bleeding, as well as his own heart. (To be continued......)