The early morning air was particularly clear in the morning sun, everything was revived, and there was still a little melted snow flowing slowly in the mountains, and two lingering butterflies were like this hanging in the air from the thriving imperial capital not far away, and then dancing over the mottled city wall towards the distant mountains. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the edge of the clear stream, under a willow tree swaying in the wind, the little boy looked at the slow flow of water, pursed his lips, and said sadly, "I'm going back." ”

"How long are you going?" The little girl's red eyes showed an undisguised look of reluctance, she bit her lip tremblingly, and whispered in a childish voice.

"For a long, long time..."

At this moment, I endured the tears and finally fell, so painful, so helpless...

The little boy took a deep breath, smiled reluctantly, looked around at the willow tree on the side, stretched out his soft and smooth little hand to grab a wicker, tore it off hard, and began to pound in front of him after a little hesitation.

After a while, she turned to look at the tearful little girl on the side, her expression became a lot sad, she grabbed her little Qian's hand, put a ring that had been drumming for a long time in her palm, gritted her teeth and turned around and stepped on a horse, "Next time we meet, I will marry you!" With that, he paused for a moment, and then drove his horse away.

Only the trembling back of the little girl was left, and the two lines of fragrant tears were so uncontrollable, falling wantonly, holding her little hands tightly and sobbing. …

The royal hunting grounds at night were so quiet that they didn't even bother with the moaning of insects.

In the dark room, the delicate and sleeping beauty, there are faint droplets of water between the corners of the eyes. …

The noon air is a little hot under the scorching sun, the heat is pressing, the space seems to be baked by the sun and becomes a little illusory, and the two lingering little butterflies are still frolicking and chasing and playing in the air, so unhappy.

"I've been waiting for 20 years, and I don't care about waiting a little longer." The beautiful peerless woman, her eyes dimmed slightly, and she only smiled bitterly, her slightly trembling teeth and teeth clenched faintly for a moment, looking at the armored man in front of her, who had been holding her left hand, and said in a low voice.

His emaciated cheeks couldn't hide the guilt in his heart, and his gaze twitched slightly, but he never left a small willow branch ring on the ring finger of the woman's left hand, "I'm sorry..."

No matter how strong he was, he was shattered at this moment, his eyes couldn't contain tears and overflowed, he stretched out his right hand and stroked his mature cheeks, which had become a lot of vicissitudes, and bit his lip and said with difficulty: "Eat Junlu, bear the king's worries." I don't blame you, protect yourself, I'll wait for you to come back. ”

The man smiled miserably when he heard this, trembling his teeth a little, and took a deep breath, "Can you play a piece of guzheng for me again?" ”

The four eyes are so soft and desolate.

The sun is shining, only the double butterflies dancing in the sky are still so untimely and noisy.

Quiet valley, the sound of the piano is like the murmuring of the mountain stream and the clear spring, the bluestone table and chair, a sword lying lightly on the table, the two dancing butterflies also seem to be a little tired and fall on the scabbard of the sword to rest and listen, the man's eyes are tender with the sadness of parting for a moment and refuse to leave the peerless woman who played the piano not far away.

In the distance, the sound of dense horses' hooves and the rapid sound of driving horses became closer and louder, and the woman closed her eyes slightly, and still continued to pluck the strings in front of her, and there was a delicate sobbing sound between her intermittent breathing.

After a long while, the man finally picked up the sword on the table and got up, and at the same time, the two butterflies that were resting also flew into the air together, as if he was a little dissatisfied with his recklessness, and flew to the direction of the woman in front of him one after another. But as a man, if he lives and dies for the benefit of the country, will he avoid it because of misfortune and fortune? After all, he still didn't have such a childlike affection, and turned away.

The sound of the piano is still far away, the sun is still shining, and the depression in the imperial capital in the distance, this scene is so appropriate, the only difference is that suddenly a drop of water droplets fell on the body of the piano, only a moment splashed like a crown of dazzling water. …

The water droplets were still sliding, but after a while, they infected the pillow towel under the head, staining a piece of wet.

There was no light in the dark room, and the sleeping beauty was still quiet and soft, but the calm fragrance could not hide the rapid sadness. …

"He is the son of Prime Minister Gaoyang Wang Yuan, you can marry him is a blessing that you have cultivated in your previous life!"

"Daughter, my father and mother are all for your good, you just be obedient and marry, such a high status is something that many women can't ask for in their lifetimes, if you can become the prime minister's daughter-in-law, you can eat and drink spicy food and spicy food in your life, wear gold and silver."

"No, I'm not married, I won't marry someone else!" Tears flowed from the woman's beautiful cheeks, and she shook her head again and again.

She had to wait for him, for the promise he had made but had never fulfilled.

"Get out! I don't have your daughter! ”

In the evening, the cold wind blew through the fallen leaves on the ground, and the woman came to the mottled gate of the city wall, sat on the roots of the old trees entrenched on the side, and looked at the sky in the distance, and the hill that had been parted in the distance seemed to be painted red.

Two fluttering little butterflies danced around her like this, and when she raised her finger slightly, she saw a small butterfly slowly stopping on her finger, flapping her wings as if she was resting and listening.

"Did you think he'd come back?"

"Do you think he remembers the promise he made?"

"You say..."

Just as the woman was still muttering, she saw a tsunami of rolling sand and dust in the distant sky, and the roaring sound of horses' hooves shook the sky, "Yes, is he back?" The woman stood up from the roots of the old tree so happily, but the flag faintly visible in the dust was...

Chihu!

"It's Erzhurong's army!" The pedestrians at the gate of the city also saw the flags fluttering in the dust on the edge of the sky, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly ran to the city.

The soldiers are coming to the city, and the golden iron horse. Tens of thousands of sharp arrows were fired neatly at the sky, and when the perfect parabola reached the top, it was like the dark clouds in the sky pressing over, bringing a refreshing coolness, and then the suffocating oppression also smashed into the imperial capital tower like a torrential rain with the roaring wind!

The slaughter outside the city continued. The confrontation between the armies of the two sides, the sound of the soldiers was endless, the stumps and broken arms flew in the air, the cold flashed, the sword light and sword shadows, and the fresh lives were also reduced in an instant, and the black-haired and energetic people just stared at the sky and fell, and finally failed to close their eyes, I don't know that at the last moment of his life, he thought of the children who were waiting to be fed at home? Or a suave lady? Or the long-awaited white-haired old man!! At that moment, the air was already filled with the smell of blood, which filled the entire imperial capital.

Panic, panic is the main color of this once prosperous imperial capital, a messy street, chaotic crowds, the woman is moving against the flow of people, the surrounding noise seems to be so quiet in her ears, there is no sound, even an old woman accidentally fell in front of her did not attract a little attention, just so lost soul bypassed, if the army outside the city is Qihu, then he... So he...

Earlier, I heard passers-by talking about the fact that the royal guard army sent by the imperial capital to suppress the Qihu was actually wiped out.

Annihilated!

"The whole army is annihilated...""The whole army is annihilated...""The whole army is annihilated..."

I don't know how long it took like a walking corpse, she finally tripped over a bluestone step, threw herself on the steps and cried bitterly, so broken, so heartbreaking, after a long time, teary-eyed slowly raised her red eyes, it turned out to be a temple.

"Donor, have you really let go of this earthly concern, and are you willing to grow up with the ancient Buddha of the green lantern?"

"There is no more concern in the world, please accept me."

"Idiot, idiot..."

The rain outside the temple continued, and the two little butterflies fluttered into the temple to hide from the rain, in front of the tall and kind statue of the god in gold, the sandalwood was floating far away, the sound of the wooden fish was endless, the woman's eyes were lightly closed, her hands were folded, and the gentle breathing was between...

Wisps of black and green silk slowly floated down like this. …

The house in the dark night is so cold and silent, the thin bedding still can't hide the slender and plump body, the full chest rises and falls in an orderly manner with the breathing, and the trace of sadness and melancholy on the cheeks also knows that the beauty in the sleeping room will also make people feel distressed. …

Er Zhurong's army broke through the defense of the imperial capital, burned and plundered in the city, captured the queen mother and the young emperor abandoned in the Yellow River, and gathered more than 2,000 court ministers outside Heyin County in the name of helping Yuan Ziyou to ascend the throne and worship the sky, and ordered the iron cavalry to surround the hundred officials and kill the troops.

Swords and axes are chopped, arrows are flying, and blood flows like rivers.

From the prime minister, Sima to Huang Menlang, who guards his filial piety and treats his family, no one is spared, this is what shocked the ancient and modern - the Heyin Massacre of the Northern Wei Dynasty!

In the middle of the night, the imperial capital was covered with snow, and the bustling city that had been war-torn was now in ruins, the empty streets were depressed and inaccessible, and the once magnificent palace in the center was now in ruins, and the corpses of innocent civilians lay on the streets, unheeded.

The pretext of any war is nothing more than to allow the people to live in an unspoiled and peaceful environment, but it is often overlooked that it is the same environment that is destroyed in the first place.

Once thousands of bones will wither, how many white-haired people will send away black-haired people?

Dressed as a civilian, with a face of the vicissitudes of time, he finally escaped death and returned to the prosperous imperial capital, standing in front of the long bluestone steps in a daze...

He went to the brook where he used to laugh so cheerfully that he could not speak, he went to the little valley where he was so sad that he could no longer speak, he went to many places where he remembered her, but they were all overgrown with weeds and desolate, and finally learned from the mouth of a little shepherd boy who had returned late that the woman who had made him think about it had been circulated in the former imperial capital for eternity.

Sitting on a stone slab on the side of the courtyard of this temple, watching the drizzle in front of him, he had a lot of thoughts, and a small butterfly fluttering slowly circled around him, slowly falling on his knees, flapping his wings twice and then not moving, falling from his knees, drifting farther and farther along the courtyard rain...

The nuns in the temple told him that the woman had been sitting on this stone slab since she entered the temple, because she could see the sky, and that three days later she had contracted a serious illness and refused to take off a willow ring on her left hand until she died.

The rain was still falling, dripping in the shallow puddles with a crisp sound, and the fine light rain was obliquely woven into a soft curtain between the silver-clothed heaven and earth, with a clear grace. Flowing down the eaves, it formed a line, and the more and more it converged, the more and more it gradually formed a stream in the courtyard, with a little red in the ripples!

There are strangers among the people who can't help but sigh: I haven't seen you for a few autumn and spring, and the war is going to return. Fireworks are easy to be cold, and they don't forget their vows and wishes, etc., so they are already grass and trees, and who is left in the lonely city? The shepherd boy accompanies the flute more than asking, and waits for eternal whiteness to occur.

Listen, the shepherd boy flute, smell, the lonely village and the wild city. sense, fireworks are easy to cold, sigh, and personnel are easy to divide. Wait, tears do not return to people, wait, reincarnation is born. Yong, looking forward to being the king, constant, so white happens...

The quiet royal hunting ground, the deserted hunting ground courtyard, the woman lying quietly in the dark house, sleeping in such a graceful position and like a mermaid in the deep sea.

People are still beautiful, tears are still there, and heartache is difficult to heal.

After dawn, the morning sun, which was too lazy to wake up, jumped out of the horizon with some reluctance, the cold temperature gradually dissipated, and a thin layer of mist was rising between the jungles outside the Langpan Mountains, and the branches and leaves stained with some morning dew were swaying back and forth in the breeze, and the crystal clear dew drops slipped down the leaves and stems, and the breeze passed, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

The originally dark cave also had a little light at this time, Ziqiao and Yeluchang leaned lightly on the rock walls on both sides and closed their eyes lightly, how can these two people say that they are also the heirs of a big family, their temperament and cultivation are excellent, and the scene of falling to the ground will never happen, with their heads resting on their arms, their eyes are lightly closed, their breath is stable, and their spirits are calm.

In the long cave passage, a figure gradually appeared, that was the black-shirted woman who kidnapped Ziqiu the night before, she didn't make the slightest sound between her steps, I don't know if there was another reason or deliberately suppressed.

The woman loomed shallowly, and last night usually covered the lower half of her cheeks with a black gauze, revealing only a pair of deep and cold eyes, the only difference is that she wears a forehead on her head, and a huge obsidian is inlaid on her forehead, crystal clear, and the bangs that originally hung down are combed backwards, and a silver and black neck and shoulder armor is worn outside her black gauze robe, and a black and silver armor is also tied at the waist of the snake, and behind the belt is a small skirt with folded pleats to cover the hips, and the breeze ripples, a pair of delicate tight-legged high boots, boots up to the knees, boots inlaid with two tightly fitting small scabbards as at night, hands with black snakeskin thin gloves, but on the right hand is holding a sharp sword, step by step slowly towards the mouth of the cave, this kind of clothing than the previous night of the enchanting and slender outside a trace of domineering awe.

Because the woman's movements were light, and there was no sound of footsteps, so Zi Biao and Ye Luchang didn't know, yesterday's experience was too tiring, and they talked for a long time at night before they fell asleep, and both of them are now very tired and have no signs of waking up.

The woman came out of the cave and kept her eyes on Zi Biao and slowly came to his side, staring at him who was sleeping against the wall in front of her with indifferent eyes, the three-dimensional facial features were as handsome as a knife carving, and the contours of her face were perfect and impeccable, just looking at him quietly, it seemed that even this small space was a little suffocated, and the strength of the sword in her hand slowly increased, and her undulating chest and even her eyes became sharp, and even brought a touch of fierceness...