In Kyoto, the streets are full of people. The doors of all kinds of shops on both sides of the street are wide open, and the streets are full of small stalls. The stalls were full of dazzling goods, and the vendors shouted with open voices, beckoning passers-by and enthusiastically introducing them to the passers-by.

The bustling streets, the sound of yo he, the sound of frolic, the sound is endless. Pedestrians pass by, some shopping, some doing business, some hurrying, all kinds of people, but only because the most prosperous street gathers here, laughter and laughter come and go.

The battlefield in the distance has long been a sad and gloomy sound, the general has died in a hundred battles, but the soldiers cannot return.

"Woo woo · Woohoo... Woo" a mournful horn sounded, but it only spread across the border.

"Fight your way out, I'll take you home!"

A roar, with the general's highest promise to the soldiers. The man riding a red horse has death in his eyes, and behind him is his brother, and only by fighting a way can they have hope of living.

Each of them had scarlet eyes and fanatical enthusiasm, like wolves that had been hungry for a long time. Everywhere they look, they are eager to bite their prey, and they gradually burst into fighting spirit.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of bows and arrows seemed to fall from the sky, whistling and coming straight towards them. Bows and arrows rained down, but in an instant, the entire area fell to the ground.

The blood stung the eyes of the man in dark red armor, faint tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and a look of pain and unwillingness appeared on his majestic face, but instead he roared, "Kill!" Avenge your brothers! ”

His words were full of firmness, and he clenched the spear in his hand hard, like a bloodthirsty Shura in the dark. His cold gaze locked firmly on the enemy, and his voice was filled with naked hatred, "I want you to pay with blood!" ”

As soon as his words fell, tens of thousands of bows and arrows came together, but the soldiers beside him stepped forward to cover for him, trying to pave a way for him.

Blood splattered, a stream of blood splashed on his face, it was a warm feeling, but his heart was cold. In my ears was the sound of fighting with weapons, the heavy sound of falling to the ground, and the sound of whimpering.

In front of him are soldiers who fell in pieces because of bows and arrows, and even some were crushed to death or trampled to death because their horses fell to the ground.

All this made his already crimson eyes, which were now shrouded in endless hatred, rushed to his mind, and finally shattered his reason with one blow.

His left hand was originally closed into a fist, but his left hand rubbed the narrow face of the horse under him, and then moved his hand back, gently following the red and shiny fur of the red horse.

A bow and arrow came from the front, and before he could react, the black-armored soldier behind the man blocked him with a shot.

The man came back to his senses and looked at the bloody scene of countless soldiers falling in front of him, but he only wanted to avenge them.

"Retreat! Don't let the brothers die a worthless death! ”

The black-armored man persuaded him bitterly that now there is a huge disparity in strength, and if he doesn't retreat, the whole army will be wiped out.

He kept an eye on his surroundings, and one by one the soldiers fell to the ground and died trying to protect them. Although he couldn't bear it, he also understood that the general couldn't die, otherwise the morale would be big and the morale of the army would not be restored.

He looked at the man's indifferent appearance, and then turned back as if looking at the city wall thousands of miles away behind him, and a woman in red looked at the city wall from a distance.

"Ziyue is still waiting for you!" He whispered, but it pulled back the man's senses.

His eyes touched the red tassel gun in his hand, laughed at himself, and reminded himself in a voice he could hear, "Ah Lian is also waiting for me!" ”

The man's hand holding the spear tightened a little, and without thinking he shouted loudly: "Retreat!" With that, he turned his horse's head, and the army headed out to the place where he was stationed thousands of miles away.

A rush of bows and arrows came from behind him, and he withdrew his spear and rode away from the battlefield at a gallop, the sound of falling to the ground behind him faded away.

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At the end of the street, a woman looked at the bustling street and stopped where she was. She took out the red tassel in her arms and looked at it carefully, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Her apricot eyes were wet, and she smiled with a shallow pear vortex, looking a little sluggish, but she was immersed in her own good memories.

When she came back to her senses, she withdrew her gaze on the red tassel, revealing a shy expression, only to feel that the things in her hands were extremely hot.

She put it back in its original position, cleared her throat, and said softly to the person behind her, "You wait for me here, I'll go in and get the medicine." ”

"Yes, Miss!" The coachman nodded at her, extremely respectful.

Although Jun Lian was worried about the person he liked on the battlefield in the distance, he also knew that things were urgent.

I came to Kyoto this time, but I also came for the illness of my father-in-law, Kyoto is very prosperous, and medicinal materials are naturally not as scarce as the place where they are located.

Jun's house is located on the east side of the mainland, which is naturally inferior to Kyoto in the middle, and there is also a Qiyuan Pavilion here, which has everything you need.

She walked lightly towards the infirmary, but she ran into a man before she could catch it. She leaned sideways and gave way, raising her eyes to the man. I saw a young man in his arms, and the whole person seemed to fall into a coma.

He didn't dare to breathe, so he went straight to the hall, took the chair beside him with one hand, paid attention to the person in his arms, and sat down slowly.

He helped the person in his arms change into a comfortable position, and then raised his eyes to look at the doctor sitting in the hall. His face was calm, but his voice was a little anxious, and he didn't dare to say in one breath: "Doctor, how are you doing?" ”

He didn't notice that he was using "you", and at this moment the doctor in front of him seemed to be incarnated as a god and Buddha, and he no longer had his own arrogance, and his tone was a little respectful.

The doctor in front of him glanced at the person in his arms, coughed lightly, and then said, "Her hand! ”

The man couldn't react at first, and Jun Lian opened his mouth appropriately, "Give her hand to the doctor to check the pulse!" ”

He looked sideways at the woman beside him, as if he had come to his senses, and carefully picked up the left hand of the woman in his arms and placed it on the pillow on the table.

The doctor took a piece of silk cloth and put it on He Yan's wrist, but he caught a glimpse of a scar that seemed to be stabbed by a dagger, a slender and long one.

At her fair wrist, it looked unusually ugly, like a caterpillar. However, he knew that scars were nothing to men.

He didn't think much about it, but only carefully probed her pulse, but found that her pulse was not as calm and powerful as that of an ordinary man, but beat gently like a woman.

He didn't check any of them, and he was surprised, causing the two people in front of him to look at him sideways.

The man was very anxious because of his surprise, and he felt extremely guilty in his heart, only blaming himself for being too blindly confident, and asked in a voice without confidence, "Is she in danger?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" The doctor motioned for him to take her other hand, and he did so, but stared at his hand without blinking, never moving away.

Until the person in his arms moved, his body stiffened, and he turned his eyes back to look at her, and there was joy in his eyes that could not be ignored, and he revealed his emotions as soon as he opened his mouth, "You, are you okay?" ”

He Yan only felt that his head was very groggy and empty, and he couldn't think of anything. The anxious eyes slowly regained their clarity, the eyelashes at the corners of the eyes trembled, and there was a familiar face in front of him, close at hand, but he couldn't call it out for a while.

When she noticed a light red mole in the corner of his eye, she unconsciously called out a soft voice, "Leng Feng?"

She hadn't spoken for a long time, and her voice was hoarse. In the man's ears, he did not lose his original tactfulness, and I don't know whether his name brought the flavor, or the name shouted from the man's mouth brought the flavor.

All he knew was that the sound seemed to have crossed time and space, ethereal and moving, tapping at his heart little by little.

"Well, it's me!" Although there were waves in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, and he still treated her as before.

He Yan looked at him carefully, and then raised his eyes to look at this place, but he didn't know how to come. She didn't say a word anymore, he just hugged her and waited quietly, as if this was his character, he wouldn't take the initiative to disturb others, just waited quietly.

He Yan caught a glimpse of the blush on the corner of his clothes, and the memories in her mind hit one after another, overwhelming her.

She subconsciously withdrew her hands and looked at her hands, which seemed to be stained with blood.

There was endless panic on her face, and a thin sweat was pouring from her back, but she looked a little cold, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

Leng Feng naturally knew that she remembered that scene, and his hand had already touched her back at some point, patting it gently, as if it was a comfort, a kind of strength, and a kind of warmth.

"It's not your fault, you're here to save me!"

He explained to her softly, with tenderness in his eyes that he didn't know, but it was only for her.

"Doctor, prescribe a few pairs of calming medicines!" Leng Feng gently comforted her, and at the same time cast the doctor extremely grateful looks, and knew in his heart that the woman in his arms was just too frightened and there was no danger, but he was also afraid that she would become a nightmare.

On the way he took her on horseback, she didn't cry, and she muttered that she didn't mean it. He was afraid that she would not be able to escape and would be imprisoned in self-blame.

He won't say too much, he can only stay by her side quietly and accompany her through her most difficult time.

He Yan slowly came back to her senses, and the self-blame in her eyes gradually dissipated, and turned to a clear emotion.

Only then did she realize that she was nestled in the man's arms, just because she was too scared just now, she actually got into his arms. At the moment, she was a little restrained, but she couldn't open her mouth.

He naturally knew her emotions, and her body was tense, with a little crampedness, as if she was uneasy. He felt empty in his heart for no reason, and his mood was a little sluggish, but he didn't know why.

He didn't seem to want her to leave his embrace, desperately longing for her warmth. But because of his temperament, he naturally wouldn't embarrass her. So, he called her softly, "Ah Yan, my legs are sore!" ”

As soon as he spoke, he was shocked by himself and He Yan. He was amazed that he called so intimately, but there was some hope in his heart that she would answer his call. He glanced at He Yan, but her face was also full of shock, but instead it was shyness written all over her face.

She squirmed slightly, trying to get off his lap. He always knew her every move, so he followed her, but in his heart he was glad that she did not dislike his call.

When He Yan heard this sentence just now, she didn't pay too much attention to this title, after all, someone had also called it, but she was surprised that he was so direct, but it was like turning a corner and saying that she was heavy.

If it weren't for the previous relationship, she would have touched his temperament a little thoroughly. She knew that he was giving him a step, and she was a little grateful in her heart.

But this method is indeed a bit unusual, like not giving her steps at all, but saying that she is heavy.

She thought, if this is said to modern girls, it must be unpeaceful. However, she thought about it, can she find his character?

She turned her head sideways and looked at him carefully, this appearance was excellent, and a light red mole in the corner of her eye was even more attractive, presumably women would fall in love with him.

She stopped looking at him, but caught a glimpse of a figure out of sight.