The night wind was raging and the torches were swaying.

In the whirring wind, the flames on the torches were torn apart.

Looking at the closed yamen in front of him, Wu Ningyuan, who was riding on a horse, turned his head and glanced at the torches in the hands of the guards beside him who were almost burned out. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said lightly: "Does he still refuse to come out?" ”

The guard shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No! ”

The guards turned around and saw that the armor of the soldiers had been covered with a layer of white frost because they had been in the cold wind for a long time. After hesitating for a moment, he arched his hand and asked, "Lord Wang, do you want to do it?" ”

Wu Ningyuan stretched out his hand, shook the hilt of the knife on the horse's back, and sighed, "Wait a little longer! ”

The guard nodded, took a step back, and said no more.

When the twilight faded, a touch of fish belly white appeared in the eastern sky.

Wu Ningyuan's gray beard was already covered with frost.

Moved his somewhat frozen hand, looked at the door that was still closed, raised his head, and took a deep breath, the cold air of early winter.

After the trace of sadness in his mind subsided, Wu Ningyuan's gaze had become resolute and indifferent.

He let go of the reins and slowly raised his hand.

Beside him, after seeing this, the guard straightened his waist and said loudly: "Ready!" ”

As the words fell, several soldiers pushed the drumstick cart and stepped forward.

At the same time, the crossbow archers guarding the sides squeaked and pulled their crossbows. Sharp and cold arrows, all aimed at the door that was about to open.

The guards stepped forward with the sword and shield beside Wu Ningyuan, and strictly guarded Wu Ningyuan and several generals. At the same time, the spearmen fell in unison, holding them flat and bowing slightly, ready to charge.

Wu Ning glanced at the gate from afar and did not hesitate for a moment.

The palm of his hand slammed down.

"Kill!"

At the sound of an order, the soldier pushed the drumstick cart and rushed forward.

And just as the drumstick cart was about to hit the gate, the gate, which had been closed all night, slowly opened.

As the two doors gradually opened, Huang Guoan and his soldiers gradually appeared in Wu Ningyuan's eyes.

At this time, Huang Guoan changed out of the official robe on his body and wore the Mingguang armor of the year. With a spear in his hand, his eyes are like lightning.

In the gentle morning breeze, Wu Ningyuan looked at Huang Guoan, whose beard was already gray, and could still remember the heroic posture of that brave general galloping across the field twenty years ago.

But the past is gone forever.

After Huang Guoan saw the army at the door, he did not salute Wu Ning as before, but bowed slightly, and he could no longer see the humility and respect of the year, and said lightly: "Lord, long time no see!" ”

Wu Ningyuan bowed slightly, and said indifferently: "Yes, it's been twenty years!" ”

Huang Guoan was slightly moved, but quickly covered up the past. smiled and said: "Yes, it's been twenty years, the prince is so careful!" I can still remember my subordinates! ”

Wu Ningyuan looked away and looked at the dawn of the east, his voice was ethereal, near and far: "It's not just you, I remember a few of you!" ”

Wu Ningyuan smiled, turned his head, and swept the soldiers beside Huang Guoan one by one: "Qian Xiaofeng, Wu Keqiang, Zhou Chunwei!" And you, Pi Dingjun who went to the battlefield to pee his pants for the first time! Hehe, it's just that after so many years, the old man has always wondered, were you scared or excited at the beginning? ”

Wu Ningyuan looked at Pi Dingjun with a smile in his eyes, looked at Pi Dingjun who was blushing and bowed his head, and asked with a smile.

"Lord Wang!" Pi Dingjun raised his head, looked at Wu Ningyuan with tears in his eyes, and grinned, it was ugly.

"I guess I'm scared!" Pi Dingjun lowered his head and sighed.

Wu Ningyuan shook his head and said, "Probably!" However, I remember you killed a Turk at the time, right? 》”

Pi Dingjun's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head and said gloomily: "Do you remember the prince?" ”

Wu Ningyuan suddenly, turned his head, laughed, waved his hand and said, "Didn't you say it, a few of you, the old man remembers!" ”

Beside him, the accompanying general was suddenly stunned after seeing the prince.

In the dawn of dawn, Wu Ningyuan's iron-like face, I don't know when, actually left two lines of tears.

The tears, flickering in the morning light, were extraordinarily bright.

Haha's laughter echoed in the world outside the mansion for a long time.

On horseback, after Wu Ningyuan's tears of laughter fell, he raised his head and took a deep breath.

When he lowered his head again, Wu Ningyuan's gaze was as cold as a sword out of the sheath, freezing to the bone.

"Huang Guoan, surrender!" Wu Ningyuan held the hilt of the knife in his hand, pulled it up with all his might, and the long knife that flashed with cold and cold light came out of its sheath with a bang.

The blade that flashed with cold light pointed directly at Huang Guoan, whose face remained unchanged.

Huang Guoan shook his head: "I can't go back!" ”

As if talking to himself, Huang Guoan held the spear in both hands, held the spear flat, pointed the tip of the spear at his former comrades, and sneered: "Come on!" ”

As Huang Guoan tore his face, behind him, the pro-soldiers all drew their knives and stared at the dense bows and crossbows in front of them as if they were dead.

"You're looking for death!" Wu Ningyuan clenched his fists, his face was hideous, and he roared sharply.

Huang Guoan's eyes gradually became crazy, and he gritted his teeth and said: "But if you want to die, it is the honor of the last general to die under the general's knife!" ”

Wu Ningyuan leaned forward, unwilling to make the last effort. Raised his hand and pointed at the pro-soldier beside Huang Guoan and said, "Do you want to take them to die together?" ”

When Huang Guoan heard this, a trace of hesitation obviously flashed in his eyes.

The spear was held flat and hung down slightly. The eyelids drooped slightly, as if thinking about something.

"My lord, I'll follow you to the death!" Pi Dingjun stepped forward, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"My lord, I swear to follow you to the death!" The other soldiers also stepped forward and stood beside Huang Guoan, staring at the crossbow arrows on the opposite side with cold eyes, and roared in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Huang Guoan smiled. Raising his head, he shrugged his shoulders and said to Wu Ningyuan: "Brothers, the last general has no choice but to accept it!" ”

Far from being angry, Wu Ning laughed, stretched out his thumb, and praised: "Okay, worthy of being a soldier of my God of War Legion!" ”

After Wu Ningyuan took a deep breath, he squinted his eyes and said, "In this case, then the king will send you on the road!" ”

When the words fell, Wu Ningyuan waved his hand: "Release the arrow!" ”

Quack Quack ......

The sound of a strong crossbow sounded instantly. After ten thousand arrows were fired, the black-pressed arrows, like locusts, shot towards the five people standing in the doorway.

There was no obstruction, no vicious fighting.

Yes, just a killing! One-sided killing!

Flutter ......

The sound of arrows hitting the bones sounded, and it was terrifying to hear.

After a round of volleys, except for Huang Guoan, who turned pale and stood against the wall. The other four were all killed on the spot. Behind Huang Guoan, dense arrows shot at the gate of the mansion, several inches deep.

Scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of Huang Guoan's mouth, he reached out to hold the arrow in his chest, opened his mouth, and gasped for breath.

raised his head and looked at the prince who was riding on a horse with a gray beard and hair dancing lightly in the wind. grinning, blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Lord Wang, you are still not ruthless enough!!" Huang Guoan laughed miserably.

Wu Ningyuan's face remained unchanged, but he just looked away.

He knows what will happen next with Huang Guoan's character.

"The Tibetans had already left Chengdu the night before. Now, it is moving towards Kangding. Lord, this is the last thing the general did for you! Huang Guoan's gaze had already begun to drift, leaning on the gate full of arrows, panting: "The family of the last general was arrested and taken to Tibet. If possible, Admiral hopes that you can get them back. If they surrender, then, then kill them! ”

After saying this, Huang Guoan's vision was blurred, and his eyes were covered with a layer of blood red. Staggering, Huang Guoan turned his head, looked at the four pro-soldiers who fell to the ground, full of arrows, and said, "Brothers, Lao Tzu is here to accompany you!" ”

After an unwilling roar, Huang Guoan used his last strength, held the arrow in his chest, and thrust it hard.

After squirting a cloud of blood mist from his mouth, Huang Guoan fell to the ground without a blink.

Wu Ning didn't look at Huang Guoan and the four soldiers, he just turned his head, raised his hand, and wiped away the tears in his eyes.

Looking at the rising sun that had jumped out of the horizon, looking down at the tears on his fingers, Wu Ningyuan smiled miserably and sighed: "Old!" ”

A cold wind blew, and the blood on the ground congealed.

……

Outside the city, thirty miles, the burial flower pavilion.

The Funeral Flower Pavilion is named after the legend that a lady of the Sui Dynasty buried flowers and wept here.

Here, when the spring flowers bloom, the rhododendrons all over the mountains are like burning flames, which is beautiful and magnificent.

Moreover, there is a crystal clear stream next to the funeral flower hearing, and the stream is babbling all year round, and the water flows continuously.

In the stream, you can often see flowers with their names written on them, and they flow down the stream.

These flowers are all put down by those infatuated women in the upper reaches, missing Lang Jun.

It's just, for so many years. There are very few flowers that have been scooped up.

Later, a talent here felt the grace of being red and white. And left a couplet for the funeral flower pavilion that has been passed down through the ages.

"Falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water is ruthless in love with falling flowers!"

Dressed in a white dress, like the white face of a Lingbo fairy, she leaned lightly on the railing. Looking at the side of the pavilion, the steaming stream chanted softly.

"Lu Heng, you say, are you running water?" Bai Suyan turned his head, looked at the scholar beside him in a green shirt and black hair dancing lightly, and asked softly.

Lu Heng sweated for a moment, raised his hand and pouted, and coughed: "This, definitely not!" “

"In the future, will you?" Bai Suyan pursed her lips and smiled, and asked softly.

Lu Heng smiled, walked over, and slowly sat down beside Bai Suyan. He stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around the woman's waist. He said softly: "In the future, it will not be in the future, in the future, I will be a piece of ice that will not melt for thousands of years, a piece of ice that will freeze you in my heart forever!" ”

Hearing this, Bai Suyan lowered his head, smiled lightly, his pretty face was slightly red, and his delicate body slowly approached Lu Heng's arms.