A noose was accurately put around Yang Muyun's neck, and he only felt that his throat was tight, and he pulled it vigorously, and his body flew backwards involuntarily.

There was a cheer from the surrounding Tartars, and more than a dozen people jumped off their horses, raised their spears and stabbed Yang Muyun at them.

Yang Muyun propped up the ground with both hands, a carp dodged it all, and the spear in his hand crossed a dazzling arc of light, and a blood mist exploded in the misty rain curtain.

Several of the Tartars slashed their throats by the sharp spear tips and staggered back against their necks.

There was a roar around him, and seven or eight strong Tartars pulled the noose hard, and Yang Muyun was pulled to the ground on his back. An unusually burly Tartar jumped off his horse, howling and brandishing his saber towards Yang Muyun.

"Arislan, Arislan" As soon as he saw this unusually burly Tartar rushing forward, all the people around him were boiling. They all chanted his name in unison, revealing that he was a well-known warrior among the Tartar army.

Arislan was infected by the atmosphere of the scene, roared, raised his sword in both hands, jumped high, and slashed towards Yang Muyun with a thousand momentum.

Yang Muyun hurriedly raised his spear to block, and the spear in Yang Muyun's hand was split in two, and the blade was still unwielding, and it slashed directly to Yang Muyun's neck...... Yang Muyun only felt that the arrow in his shoulder hurt his heart and lungs, and he had no strength in his body, so he closed his eyes and waited for death.

Suddenly hearing the thunder of joy around him, Yang Muyun slowly opened his eyes, and saw Arislan put away the saber that had been split under his neck, raised his arms and howled excitedly, and a tsunami-like howl erupted around him.

Arislan's big bronze bell-like eyes widened, and he raised his saber high, ready to poke it downward......

"Don't" Two terrible cries came into Yang Muyun's ears, he raised his somewhat stiff head slightly, followed the sound, and saw Zi Su and Chen Siyu looking at him with distorted faces, madly pushing and shoving the few Tartars who were holding spears to stop them.

......

Looking at all this in front of him, a hint of an imperceptible smile appeared on Timur's cold face, and he glanced at Yuan Qi'er, whose cheeks were twitching beside him, "Zizik, don't you rush over like his women?" ”

"I'm not his woman!" Yuan Qi'er pretended to be calm and said.

"Really?" The corners of Timur's mouth hooked slightly, "Then don't regret it...... the words changed, "After he dies, I will hand over his body to you!" ”

Yuan Qi'er's body trembled slightly, and he saw that Ah Yu Timur's gaze became sharp, looked at Arislan, slowly raised his right hand, and made a downward chopping motion.

Arislan understood, and the saber raised fiercely stabbed towards Yang Muyun's chest......

"Am I going to die?" Yang Muyun's eyes were hazy, and in his ears, the roars of the surrounding Tartars, as well as the terrible cries of Shisu and Chen Siyu, mixed together, making his heart beat violently, "I'm dead, what should they do?" No, for their sake, I must find a way to live......" The cold light flashed in front of him, the sharp blade in Arislan's hand had been poked down, Yang Muyun used his last strength to turn over, the blade pierced into his shirt and stuck to the skin under his flank, and in the moment of lightning, the broken spear in his right hand pierced Arislan's jaw like an arrow off the string......

With a "grunt", Arislan staggered back with his hands on his throat, blood gushing out between his fingers, his face had an unbelievable look, his eyes showed suspicion, panic, and fear, looking at the situation in the field, everyone was silent, only to hear the rustling of rain.

"Arislan" Nachar beside Ashi Timur shouted, jumped off his horse and ran into the field, he hugged Arislan's body tightly and was about to fall, tears could not stop pouring down from his eyes. Arislan was his younger brother, and his brotherhood was so close that his heart was almost torn when he saw his life in danger.

"Arislan, my good brother!" Natzal called his name softly, but Arislan's eyes were dilated, his pupils gradually dilated, his lips moved a few times, his body suddenly straightened, his neck crooked, and slowly softened.

"Arislan" Nachar screamed heartbreakingly, hugged his brother's gradually stiff body tightly, and couldn't cry anymore.

"Arislan," Nachar wiped the tears from her eyes, looked at Yang Muyun who was still lying on the ground with anger in her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I will avenge you, use."

The head of the man surnamed Yang has come to pay tribute to your soul. As he spoke, he picked up his saber, slowly placed his body on the ground, roared angrily, and threw his knife at Yang Muyun......

"No" Chen Siyu saw that her beloved's life was in an instant, and she didn't know where she got the strength, pushed away the tartar that was blocking her, rushed towards Yang Muyun, and pounced on Yang Muyun before Nacha'er......

"If we die, we will die together," Chen Siyu hugged Yang Muyun's body tightly and slowly closed his eyes, "As early as when my grandfather married me to the prince of Chengguo, my heart was already dead, I thought I would never meet you in this life, who ......knows" A smile appeared on her face, "Maybe this is the meaning of God, let you appear in front of me at this moment, just let me go with you!" ”

"Nacha'er," Yuan Qi'er couldn't help but shout.

Nachar froze as if he had been struck by lightning, and turned his face blankly, he was a slave of the Rose family, and he couldn't help but listen to his master's words.

"Tsitsik, have you finally spoken?" Ashi Timur sneered.

Yuan Qi'er ignored him and said loudly to Nachar'er: "Nachar'er, you are a famous warrior on the grassland, when did you fall to the point where you can only point a knife at a dying person?" ”

"But," roared Natzal, blushing, "he...... He killed my brother! ”

"Was your brother killed by him in a dishonorable way?" Yuan Qi'er said coldly: "Is he a sneak attack? Or a dark arrow? In front of so many warriors on the steppe, why don't you say it? ”

"This ...... This ......" Nachar's eyes looked around, and when he saw that everyone's eyes were on him, he blushed and couldn't speak

"Nachar'er," Yuan Qi'er said in a slow voice, "You are a famous tiger on the grassland, a warrior admired by thousands of people...... Everyone in the steppe knows that even a hound doesn't bite a wounded lion, so would you point a knife at a seriously wounded man in full view? ”

While Yuan Qi'er was talking, Zi Su broke through the barriers of several Tartar soldiers and rushed to Yang Muyun's side.

"You ......" Yang Muyun opened his mouth with great difficulty, feeling that his whole face was so stiff that it was difficult to even say a word, and as soon as he spit out two words, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

"Husband" and "Yang Gongzi" Chen Siyu and Zi Su were shocked and cried bitterly.

"I ...... I ......" Nachar looked at Yang Muyun who was hugged by two women, spat fiercely, and looked at Ah Lost Timur hatefully, "Is my brother dying in vain?" ”

"Nachar," Timur sighed in his heart, knowing that he would not be able to do anything today, and said lightly: "The sheep has been driven into the pen, are you still afraid that he will run?" When he recovers from his injuries, you will compete with the last game fairly, and no one will stop you! As he spoke, he glanced at Yuan Qi'er.

Yuan Qi'er exhaled, threw a grateful glance at him, looked at each other, and turned to the side again.

Nachar was stunned, threw the saber in his hand to the ground for a long time, hugged his head and cried.

"Buddha Amitayus" sounded the trumpet of the Buddha, the onlookers of the Tartar soldiers got out of the way, and the Great Compassion King Shakya Gyaltsen strode into the field. He slowly came to Yang Muyun's side, and when he saw that Zi Su and Chen Siyu were crying into two tearful people, he couldn't help frowning, and leaned down to take Yang Muyun's wrist.

"How? Is there any salvation? Yuan Qi'er also came to Yang Muyun's side at some point and asked Shakya Gyaltsen.

"Lord Yang has just exerted too much force, and because of excessive blood loss, his pulse is very weak now......" Shakya Gyaltsen's face was solemn, "I have to find a secluded place to live and recover." ”

"Well," Yuan Qi'er frowned, and said to Chen Siyu and Zisu: "Didn't you hear what the national teacher said, why don't you help him up......

"Where are you going to take my husband?" Shisu asked with red eyes and alertness.

"Help him to my car first," glanced at the two of them, the corners of his lips curled slightly, "Don't forget, I just said to protect him." ”

Jingshi, Deshengmen.

Although it was drizzling in the sky, there were still many business travelers entering the city.

"Come one by one, don't be crowded," shouted the officers and soldiers guarding the city gates, "lead the way, let us adults check it!" ”

The goalkeeper sat in a chair with a back, sipping his tea contentedly, today was no different from usual, life had always been like this for him. There was a sound of horses' hooves, and a soldier hurriedly ran over, "My lord, the imperial history of the city patrol has arrived." ”

"Got it." He rolled his eyelids, stood up and stretched his waist, looked at the misty rain curtain in front of him, and muttered, "This old Song is coming to me again." ”

......

"Lord Song, you're here!" The gatekeeper came to the city patrol with a smile on his face, "Everything is safe and sound here for me, you can rest assured." ”

"Really?" The Imperial Historian of the City Patrol deliberately dragged the sound to the elder, got off the horse, and walked towards the city gate, and the gatekeeper had to follow him.

"Old Fan, you're having a good day!" The city patrol Yushi sat on the chair that the gatekeeper had only sat on, "You can't blow the wind, you can't get caught in the rain, it's much more comfortable than this official." ”

"Where, where?" The gatekeeper glanced at the soldiers beside him and said, "Why don't you show Lord Song tea!" ”

The Imperial History of the City Patrol picked up the teacup, put it on his lips and blew the tea foam on it, and glanced at him, "Recently, the above has been explained, and the contraband must be strictly investigated, and your pair of tricks can be highlighted." ”

"Yes, yes," the gatekeeper said again and again: "Lord Song, the lower officials have never dared to slack off. As soon as he finished speaking, a rumbling sound sounded in his ears, and even the ground trembled.

"What's going on?" Looking at the ripples of the tea, the face of the city patrol Yushi changed color.

"It's not going to be thunder again, is it?" The gatekeeper looked up at the sky, and it was drizzling, and there were no large clouds squeezing together.

"Idiot!" The Imperial History of the City Patrol put the teacup on the table and slammed it, "It's a horse, a lot of horses!" As he spoke, he stood up and ran to the gate, and the gatekeeper followed.

Standing on the high city gate tower, the city patrol Yu Shi put up a pergola and looked at it, and a gray line overflowed at the end of the desolate field, roaring and rushing towards this side.

"What's that?" The gatekeeper was puzzled: "Why are there so many people running horses outside the capital on a rainy day?" ”

"Stupid, pig's head, rammed!" The Imperial History of the City Patrol jumped to his feet and scolded: "Tartar, that's a Tartar, quickly, close the city gate!" ”

......

In the south of the city, a carriage is galloping towards the Xuanwu Gate, and the carriage is supporting more than a dozen men in strong suits.

The curtain was lifted, revealing a pretty face.

"Miss, do we really want to put the property in the southern suburbs of Beijing?" A young girl in a goose yellow shirt closed the curtain and asked a graceful and beautiful young woman wearing a high bun and a light purple skirt.

The young woman was leaning on a small table and reading quietly, when a young girl in a pale blue skirt knelt beside her and fanned her.

"This is at the feet of the Son of Heaven," the young woman smiled slightly: "It's rare that the prince has assigned us thousands of acres of land in the southern suburbs of Beijing, how can we do it if we don't plan it well?" ”

"But," said the girl in the goose yellow shirt, "how much money must be invested in such a large place to be built as lively as the city?" And...... Does this really need to be told to the old lady? ”

"The affairs of the Zhou family have always been taken care of by me," the young woman said lightly: "I will give my father a letter to repair a letter and tell him in detail." ”

"Su Yue," the girl in the light cyan skirt smiled: "Don't forget, the master is still an official in the military department, and when the official becomes bigger, don't you need to build a big mansion?" The land in this city has been occupied by the lords and nobles, what does the young lady plan to do if she doesn't go out of the city? ”

"Little hoof," said the girl in the goose yellow shirt smiled, "why don't you wait for him just thinking about the master?" ”

"Say it again, see if I don't clean you up!" The girl in the pale cyan skirt blushed and was about to rise.

At this time, there was a chaotic sound outside, the young woman frowned slightly, and glanced at the girl in the light cyan skirt, "Ning Xin, you go outside to see, what happened?" ”

Ning Xin answered, and just went over to open the car door, only to see a middle-aged man dressed as a steward running anxiously and said: "Miss, it's not good, the Tartars have called, and now the Xuanwu Gate is sealed, and the entire capital is under martial law." ”