【Chapter 19】The Death of the Heart

At some point, a trace of uneasiness surged in Kyaukyue's heart. The reason for this is that I am afraid that I can't say it clearly. The figure that had protected her in the blood-soaked night haunted her heart.

"Is it called Boyan?" Silently reciting the name. is obviously a person who has no impression at all, why does she sink so deep in her heart? That story is so familiar, as if someone once whispered to her in her ear. The resoluteness on her face when she said goodbye, the faint sadness in her eyes, and the resolute look were all as clear as she remembered in her dreams.

"Bo Yan", Princess Mingyue shouted softly, stretching out her hand, as if to firmly grasp the phantom in front of her.

"Princess, what are your orders?" A well-trained maid turned around. Jiaoyueqiang, who was awakened, smiled and waved his hand: "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered someone, and I couldn't help but scream." ”

After they were killed by a group of masked men who desperately protected her, the officers and soldiers of the brigade suddenly appeared in front of them, killing the few masked people without any suspense, and sent her to a place where the forbidden army was stationed, and a young man in white claimed to be on the order of the Seventh Prince to protect the princess back to Beijing, with a soft smile on his face. It was the pure, baby-like smile that deceived her deeply.

For several days, not only did the road not stop, but sometimes even at night. And she can only get out of the car at night to see the scenery outside. Even her personal maid, Shanrou, was forcibly taken away one night. The people who were asked said that they did not know. Seeing her tough attitude, the person dressed as a scribe came out to explain: Shanrou was suspected of being related to the previous sneak attack, so she was temporarily detained, and she would naturally be released when she arrived in Kyoto.

Although I am unwilling, I am helpless.

Seeing that there was no expression on the iron-cast bronze face of the sergeant outside the car, the uneasiness in his heart was a little more. She felt empty in her heart. He sighed faintly, the maid beside him was not very old, but like the sergeant outside, there was undisguised indifference under the respect between her eyebrows.

The carriage stopped without warning, and Kyaukyue's body shook and she almost fell. Next to her, the female eye quickly helped her. Grateful to her was about to say a few words, the curtain was opened, and a hot wind rushed in with a dazzling sun. The bright moon in the car was overjoyed, she arrived so soon, and jumped out of the car without waiting for the maid to help her. When I looked up, I saw desolation.

"Didn't you say you were going back to Kyoto? Why did you bring me here? What is this place? Kyaukyue asked loudly. The maid behind her didn't seem to hear it, and stood there coldly, silently revealing a kind of depression.

"What is this place? What about Seventh Brother? Jiaoyue was a little angry, she was a princess anyway, when was she so bullied by a group of subordinates.

Yuan Zhao, dressed in white, appeared behind her like a ghost, waved his hand silently, and the two maids retreated as if they had to be ordered. "This is the border of return, and soon, someone will pick you up as a princess." The voice is flat and without a hint of emotion.

"What?" The huge change made Jiaoyue's mind blank, like a battered staggering back a few steps, and then shook his head again: "I don't believe it, Seventh Brother loves me the most, he won't give me away again like my father." ”

is really a princess who is so naïve that she fantasizes, for some reason, her originally calm heart is faintly unbearable. The man in white smiled quietly: "The princess is too worried, how can the Seventh Prince not hurt you, it won't be long before the princess will naturally understand." ”

As if to annotate his words, the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind a hill in the distance, and from time to time some unintelligible words drifted in the wind. Kyaukyue's face turned pale all of a sudden, and she saw that Shanrou was desperately trying to rush over, but was held aside by two strong sergeants, with remorse and regret in her eyes.

Kyaukyue turned her gaze to the young man in white: "Was it already discussed?" He asked lightly, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

At this time, Yuan Zhao no longer planned to hide it from her: "Yes, you bear the rise and fall of the entire Great Zhou on your shoulders, so the princess must marry until now." "Maybe it's an illusion, the smile that was originally like a spring breeze is now a little unnatural, and it seems that every time I say a word, I feel a little more guilty in my heart.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually approached, and the black dots that were still jumping just now turned into vague outlines in the blink of an eye.

Bright Moon looked deeply into his eyes: "Do you have a beloved?" ”

Yuan Zhao was stunned, it may be the last time he talked to the princess who was about to marry far away, and he didn't want to lie to her again: "Yes, it's the daughter of Zhang Cheng, the first adult, it's just ······" It's just that Lord Zhang Cheng saw that you were from a poor background, and he was afraid that his daughter would suffer with you, so he didn't want to marry his daughter with you, right? Kyaukyue continued as if she understood something.

Yuan Zhao looked strange: "Lord Zhang Cheng is indeed a little reluctant, but Nianqin really likes me." once made an appointment with her, and once she became famous, she would invite someone to go to Lord Zhang's mansion to propose marriage······" Let out a long sigh and never say any more.

Turning his gaze to the rising Hongyue, the unaware Jiaoyue said to herself: "Go back this time, Seventh Brother... The Seventh Prince will definitely look down on you, and then you will be able to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to propose marriage, and Lord Zhang will definitely not refuse. If you marry Nianqin in the future, you have to treat her well, after all, status and identity are not what a woman wants most. I don't know how many people envy the daughters of commoner families for the royal princess, the brocade clothes and food for a lifetime, the scenery when they get married, and the rich dowry... However, I would rather use this to switch to a plain identity, although I can't do what I want, but I have the love of my parents. In the year of marriage, pick a wishful man, and live a lifetime with harmony, I weave clothes, he plows, even if he is poor, he is also happy······"

Yuan Zhao listened quietly and did not speak again. When, the charming woman asked him softly, 'Which is better, me or the flower?' ’。 When, I found out that there was a delicate purse on the dilapidated bookcase. When, with tears in her eyes, she asked him, 'Why don't you propose marriage to my father?' ’。 When I saw her again, she had become someone else's woman... The concubine. The promise that was once under the starry sky has long since turned into a streamer and fallen into the vast distance, and the oath that once held hands has long since turned into light smoke and blown high into the sky, disappearing. "Yuan Zhao, you want to marry me when you grow up." Ito's voice is still in my ears, but I can't protect her like before. The purse with the embroidered words has always been treasured in the depths of the placket.

Jiaoyue looked at the heroic face in slight surprise and kept twitching, trying to restrain her feelings, and sighed faintly: "Is it another sad person······

"My lord," a shouting voice interrupted Kyaukyue's musings, and a sentry in front of him suddenly turned back, his face pale and his voice full of anxiety. "It's not a person who returns to the king, it's a robber!" Only a few dozen cavalry guards were clearly unable to stop a single charge of the enemy. Immediately decided: "Leave all your belongings and retreat to the border." "There is a trace of luck in my heart, if the enemy is really a robber, the precious dowry will definitely be able to charm the eyes of those bandits, and the chance of escape will be greatly increased. I'm afraid... He didn't dare to think about it anymore, turned over on the horse, leaned over and hugged Jiaoyue, and hugged Jiaoyue on the horse, and there was a low exclamation from Jiaoyue in his ears, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Yuan Zhao said softly. A stray strand of hair brushed his cheeks, and the nice scent reminded him of the man who had left him. "The back team covers, the front team follows." Yuan Zhao took the lead and ran in the direction of Guansai, and dozens of horsemen followed closely.

The closer enemy began to unleash arrows, and a sharp arrow whistled from the air and landed in front of it. It seemed that in every round of arrows, one or two guards would dismount. Yuan Zhao gritted his teeth and ordered the people in the front team to resist head-on and buy time.

It was like two waves rushing towards each other, and every time they clashed, countless blood splashed open, and the viscous blood filled the armor of the guards, no one flinched, no one surrendered, only silently sacrificed their loyalty, and their lives. I don't remember when it was, when the Seventh Prince stood in front of the formation dressed in white, his eyes were melancholy and sad, and his deep voice was slightly hoarse: "··· I will take you to death, will you follow me? Sure enough, after the battle began, he rushed to the front. The noble prince raised his sword like an ordinary soldier, roared angrily, and struggled in the tide of blood. The plain white was immediately stained red by blood, and the wound was deep and the bones were visible, and he did not take half a step back despite the desperate persuasion of the guards. The soldiers were crazy, 50,000 people were crazy, and the red-eyed soldiers didn't even think about going back alive, one fell and the other immediately made up. In that battle, the huge disparity was fought to the bottom, and the red battlefield stretched to the sky, and the ground was full of warriors who died generously. After the victory, the Seventh Prince did not have the slightest joy, pushed away the military doctor who was bandaging him, and suddenly cried loudly, sprinkling a pot of liquor on the graves of the dead soldiers. The soldiers wept for the sake of their comrades-in-arms who could never be reunited with their families again. The advice of distant relatives suddenly became an eternal farewell, and the laughter and laughter of the past can never be seen again, even if it is a ruthless sky, I can't bear to look at it, and there is red snow floating under the dense clouds.

The shouts of killing behind him gradually weakened, and only the neighing of the war horse that had lost its owner could be heard in the sky. The team, which had been galloping for more than two hours, finally stopped, and the body of the war horse was covered with sweat, and before everyone could catch their breath, the sound of pursuing hooves sounded behind them. Yuan Zhao's face changed, the enemy's speed was so fast, it was impossible to escape this time. He took Kyaukyue off her horse, hid her in the woods, and told her, "When you see the enemy passing, run quickly to that side." Apologetic smile, there is only so much I can do.

Looking at that young face, Kyaukyue seemed to see a figure, in that night when the fire was like blood, he also did everything to protect her, and also used his body to block strong enemies, leaving life to himself. Even when she finally left, he would only look at her silently from the sidelines, lying to himself that he had forgotten her. It's just that he wouldn't know that at the final parting, Shanrou hesitated to stuff a red pill into her hand.

Kyaukyue suddenly rushed over and grabbed the war horse, and looked up at him: "Can I help you with anything?" ”

Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment, and smiled as if he understood: "Your heart is really good, but you don't have to." Nianqin is no longer mine, if you can see her one day, I will tell her, I wish her happiness. "Pushing away the bright moon, clamping the horse's belly, the war horse galloped away.