Chapter 472: Reunion after a long absence

He was given the right to do so, and then, his life, following the principle that Antu Hidehiko had always believed in must be cut down and eradicated, gave him the same ending.

Yu Wenxuan fled, the general turned his back, and in the end, the people in front of him on the pillow did not protect him thoroughly, and the catastrophe was coming, who still remembered the hypocrisy.

The person who once treated him wholeheartedly and was betrayed by him will take back what was given to him, along with his life, and the cycle of destiny is nothing more than this.

That night, in the king's tent, the red candles were burning, and the sky was peachy, just as they were on the day they were married, and now, things are long gone, and the cause planted that day has eaten this fruit today.

When he got married, he got drunk and threw her alone in the happy room, enjoying the bleakness of the luxurious palace alone, and since then, every time he has been happy, all are torture.

A glass of poisonous wine, Gulatu personally served it, laughing coldly, cutting off the bad fate, cutting off the love that should not be born, a husband and wife, it can be regarded as giving him dignity.

The people of the Gula family did not have the ruthlessness of Antu Xunyan in the end, and even those few murdered younger brothers did not leave their whole bodies and were not buried in the imperial tomb.

Gulamu had no intention of fighting, reorganized his troops, and waved his army all the way to Han Ying's national border, which was related to Han Ying's national disaster, but it had not yet arrived, but the dust had settled.

Xu felt that Yu Wenxuan was not worth dealing with, Xu felt that Yu Wenxuan was not guilty to death, Gu Lamu did not deliberately entangle her life and death, she wanted to escape, so he let her escape.

As for the grievances between Yuwenxuan and Gulatu, it is Antu Xunyan who bears her, if he has her in his heart, how can he abandon her because of a bewitching woman.

The daughter of the Gula family, in her bones, is clear about right and wrong, and she is noble and cannot be bullied, she has never taken Yuwenxuan to heart, and the twenty military sticks can be regarded as soothing the depression in her heart.

Let it go, Yu Wenxuan may not be able to die well, Han Ying, not the place where she lives, the tribe, she can't go back for a long time, she is in the field, but there is no one to protect her.

Like a rat crossing the street, hiding everywhere, Han Ying withdrew his troops, the tribe soldiers and horses pursued, and the corners and corners were all swept by, how could she escape if she was not an ant.

The sword and gun have no eyes, both sides, both abandon her like a shoe, and in the end, in the final battle, she died in the war, and in the pile of overlapping corpses, she caught a glimpse of a touch of peach.

Her natural charm, the little brilliant peach between her eyebrows, after all, was still buried in the dust of the war, her faults, her madness, will be dissipated with the wind, and there will be nothing left.

Gulamu led the troops to retreat, Geng Ying led people to chase, but there was still a stalemate, this was Mu Youchen's order before leaving, and he didn't dare to disobey it.

Chased until the border of Han Ying, Gulatu did not retreat, but they did not stop, the army Huohuo was stationed under the city, and the strong attack continued.

This war came suddenly, the tribe suffered great losses, and the people were quite wronged, if Han Ying retreated, they would not be guilty of the past, and they would be too aggrieved.

Even if the war didn't start because of Gulamu, he is now the monarch of Han Jue, and he should give this explanation, even if it is a false promise, they will always have to suppress the victory.

It's just that Gulamu has been waiting to shake hands with Mu Qianxun and make peace, but Mu Qianxun has never shown up, and his heart is very anxious.

The tribe, as well as the help of Xia Guo, the suffering has passed, and the restoration of the former stability is just around the corner, but this Han Ying is in dire straits, and he really can't withstand the repeated attacks of the tribe.

Fortunately, every time the city is attacked, it is only huge, there are few casualties, and the city is still firmly held in Han Jue's hands, and Gulamu is not forced to be anxious.

Whether it is a war or a peace, there is no conclusion, for a while, this game of chess has fallen into a dead end, only Geng Ying and a few people know, what the battle situation will be after all, just wait for Mu Qianxun to return.

The bamboo forest on the border is far away from Han Ying's situation, and the defenders of each city hurriedly reported, first informing that Mu Qianxun was about to arrive in front of the battle, and then informing Mu Qianxun that he was missing again.

Mu Qianxun plunged into the bamboo forest, and even if the guards had the ability to reach the sky, they would never be able to detect her trace for the time being, otherwise, how did Mu Youchen avoid the tracking of Baili Gusu and others in the first place.

The bamboo forest where the ghost lives is simply a huge labyrinth, lingering for several days, and still unable to find the direction.

At the beginning, they thought that in this life, they would no longer bother, Mu Qianxun thought that the farewell of that day was goodbye, so he destroyed all the marks left by the past, and now, in addition to being at a loss, he is still at a loss.

Ghost Yi is not in the forest, where the wooden house is, they don't know, but Mu Haoran's illness can't be delayed any longer.

Ghost Yi has set up a barrier in the forest, but he can know if anyone intrudes, but now that the critical period has passed, the fighting has stopped, and the vicinity of the bamboo forest is no longer dangerous.

There are a lot of herbs and wild game in the forest, and there must be countless people who visit on weekdays, will he go out to investigate, will he know their whereabouts?

Going around and around, there was no trace of the wooden house, and there was no ghost escape, Mu Qianxun hugged Mu Haoran tightly in his arms, with tears in his eyes.

The two children were still trapped in the catastrophe of life and death, Mu Qianxun pulled his throat and desperately shouted the name of Ghost Yi, and several people in the morning followed suit.

The shouts one after another spread in the bamboo forest, and they disappeared into the rustling bamboo shadows, which were insignificant.

The sky is getting dark, the sky is getting dark, Mu Qianxun is helplessly leaning on the bamboo pole, his eyes are empty, extremely sad, and he is tightly wrapped in Mu Hao's brocade quilt.

The sound of footsteps suddenly appeared, overlapping with the unrelenting call of several people in the morning, from far and near, lightly stepping on the dead branches, and coming in their direction accurately.

With straight ears, a tense body, and a momentary look at his eyes, the haggard face gradually revealed a bit of color.

The straight and inky black figure, under the cold moonlight, became clearer and clearer, and the faint moonlight enveloped him, as if he was full of fairy energy.

Narrow eyes, slightly narrowed, the corners of the lips, there is no trace of smile, it seems, more emaculate than parting, the flying purple robe, empty.

As soon as he saw him, Mu Qianxun's tears couldn't stop pouring out, he was like a god who saved the suffering and became their hope.

"Ghost ......"

"What are you doing again?

Leaving aside the baby in Mu Qianxun's arms, Ghost Yi already knew a little in his heart, and his cool eyes flashed with warmth.

The hand in his sleeve clenched and loosened, he had never been so restrained, he couldn't control his impatient heart, he was very relieved that she could think of him in times of danger.

In fact, he had already discovered her whereabouts, and after she left, he paid attention to the movements in the forest all the time, and he did not dare to leave the forest for half a step.

Knowing that she would not look back, he still looked forward to seeing her again, the long night, the lonely bamboo forest, he didn't have a day, he didn't think about her.

Hidden in the bamboo branches again and again, looking down at the pedestrians who have strayed or come with a purpose, they are not that familiar, and they have silently sketched the outline countless times in their hearts.

Today, looking at her back, his heart trembled violently, bitterness spread, he just wanted to escape, it turned out that he was so afraid of looking directly into his heart, so afraid of facing that inexplicable emotion.

I just thought that she was in trouble, so she took refuge in the forest, after all, she is not what she used to be, and her identity should cause more trouble for her.

He had never dared to make his own amorous hopes, she had come for him, until, when she was hoarse, calling his name over and over again, he was all happy in his heart.

It's just that now, that strong joy has gradually faded and I am slightly lost.

"Ghost Yi, save Haoran, he ......"

There was a bit of pleading in his eyes, and his throat was stalked, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

Forward, forward, Ghost Yi lowered his eyes, did not look at Mu Qianxun, opened the brocade quilt covering Mu Haoran's face, and glanced at it a few times.

The indifferent complexion was a little more solemn, and he glanced at Mu Qianxun with deep meaning, and his slightly cool eyes slanted fiercely:

"Heh!

Snatching Mu Haoran from Mu Qianxun's arms without saying anything, he walked hurriedly, and as soon as he turned his leisurely temperament, the skinny and hard joints touched Mu Qianxun's arm, and it hurt.

The familiar wooden house, the familiar scene, the familiar smell of medicinal herbs, thinking about the first arrival, I sighed, and now that she is here again, she still has a request for him, and her life is still at stake.

"How did you take care of her! Calculate the time, she should have just given birth to a child, how did she get into this way!"

As soon as he entered the door, Ghost Yi blocked in front of Mu Youchen, and he coldly accused him of not, and was forced to ask the teacher for his guilt.

In the bamboo forest, the moonlight was dim, and before he knew it, under the candlelight, Ghost Yi could see clearly how haggard Mu Qianxun was, and he couldn't help but feel indignant in his heart.

Mu Youchen is a little higher than the ghost, and he is also stronger than him, but at this time, he just lowered his head and smiled bitterly, unable to refute.

If it was normal, he would definitely dismiss it coldly, how to take care of her is his business, and he doesn't need others to worry about it, but today he has no confidence.

Ghost Yi didn't say it, he also knew that he really didn't take care of her, didn't take care of Mu Haoran, everything was his fault, what could he argue.

Xu is Mu Youchen's attitude of beating and scolding made him feel bored, Xu is he had crossed the line, Ghost Yi pouted, and did not continue to be aggressive.

The doors and windows were closed, and Ghost Yi's pale fingers fell on Mu Haoran's small dark blue wrist, which was different from seeping.

Seeing it, Ghost Yi's brows became more and more frowned, rarely, from his nose, he could hear an elongated sigh, Mu Youchen was seriously injured and dying, and he had never seen him so worried.

Mu Qianxun crossed his fingers helplessly, his white knuckles ached, his eyelashes trembled, and he didn't dare to look directly at Ghost Yi's expression.

How scared she was, Guiyi said that the child was powerless to return to heaven, and he couldn't save it.

Gently tucked Mu Haoran's small arm back into the brocade quilt, and Ghost Yi punched the head of the bed in a hurry, and the ground under his feet shook and Mu Qianxun's shrunken body also trembled.

Staring at Mu Qianxun's gaze, it seemed that there was firelight, and the narrow peach blossom eyes were mixed with helplessness in the coldness:

If you don't want him, why did you want me to save him in the first place!

It's only been a few days since I was born, and I've become this half-dead appearance, how do you want me to save it, how many times do you have to save it, you can make it clear!"