Chapter 32: I Die, I Live, I Die

"Yan Feng, don't be like this, Qianyu has been..."Chu Yun pulled Yan Feng away, because among the people who had been pinching Qianyu, they were about to be choked.

Yan Feng knelt weakly on the ground.

"Yan Feng, I'm just fighting for the right to send her on the last ride" Chu Yun got up on the horse with Qianyu's body again.

In the stormy night, the downpour swept the entire Rong'an City, the terrifying lightning crossed the sky, the thunder echoed, the night was hazy, the mass graves outside the Rong'an City, the corpses that could be seen everywhere, lying horizontally and vertically, piled up in a pile, unclaimed and began to rot, all kinds of criminal laws and died, everything

The pile of corpses was full of sewage and mud, and in the muddy mud, one hand suddenly moved, and the rain hit the back of the hand, and the hand turned again, and the thunder drowned out the small sound of the corpses.

Thunder and lightning, wind and rain all over the mountain, in the hazy fog, a thin figure struggling in the mud, exerting all the strength of his body, only to climb the mountain from the pile of corpses, ragged, dirty, hair mixed with thick mud, she slowly rolled over from the mud pit to the woods, looked back at the pile of corpses behind her, thunder and lightning, she saw them staring at her with their eyes, beheaded, hanged, poisoned, white silk around the neck, as if telling herself, they are not blind, she is frightened pale, trembling and retreating a few steps, Leaning against a tree and gasping for air.

In the night rain, she walked quickly, and the pain in her abdomen did not stop, dragging her body like a wreckage, she groped her way to an ancient temple outside the city.

The dilapidated ancient temple, dusty, the bronze statue that fell to the ground, and the half-broken house, became her temporary shelter, and her strength was exhausted, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made her faint.

The next day, after the rain, the sky was clear, the air was fresh, and the sun was shining into the ancient temple, she was awakened by the dazzling sunlight, looked around, and remembered something in a trance, stroking her face, touching the table behind her, she told herself that it was all true.

"It's true, I'm not dead...", she muttered to herself, still unable to believe all this, not dead, I'm still alive, Qianyu covered her mouth and wept.

She walked outside the ancient temple, the sun was shining outside, the willows were low in the distance, the ancient bridge was sitting on the water, the boat was shaking, and the fragrance of flowers was blowing in the wind.

She washed the dirt from her body by the river, and as the river flowed, she saw the cinnabar on her brow, and the tattoo on her forehead, which was the mark of the body of a slave of sin, carved after her death.

"Jing Suxin" She touched the tattoo on her forehead, it didn't hurt anymore, she lay in the mass grave for three days, no matter what the injury was, it shouldn't hurt.

In the clear water, tears slipped down her beautiful little face, and in the reflection, it seemed that Gongsun Qianyu had returned.

Strange name, non-existent identity, confused life, Qianyu doesn't know where to go, she has walked through the town, seen the lights of thousands of homes, been to the ancient temple of Dahu, seen the fish leaping dragon gate, squatted through the eaves, eaten wild vegetables, but did not think of the past.

The troubled times are high, heroes have a way out, and in the current war, the curtain soldiers can be seen everywhere, Qianyu is dressed in men's clothes, as the soldiers voted for their names, they were taken to a simple question, and they went directly to the next round of interviews, thinking that they would take off their clothes and check their bodies, who knows, seeing that she is still young, they directly let her pass.

"Han Xuan?" The officer who interviewed was holding a bamboo raft with the name of Qianyu, his brows furrowed, and he looked at Qianyu,

"Yes" Qianyu stood with his head held high, his waist was tied in green clothes, and his face was covered by a mask that covered more than half of his face, and his hair was curled, revealing half of his delicate face.

"What will be?" The young officer glanced at her lightly, and with a contemptuous gaze, he saw Qianyu's strange dress, maybe he was a fugitive again, and he had nowhere to go to the mixed barracks.

"Shooting, swordsmanship, long whip" A thousand words were spoken, and he said lightly, and a row of soldiers behind him covered their mouths and snickered.

"Ahem, ahem... I said you kid trying to scare people to death? The young officer put the bamboo raft of a thousand words on the table and looked at her with disgust.

"Oh, no, there are spears" After thinking about it, Qianyu added, indifferently glancing at the person snickering behind him.

"Okay, okay, you stay, I'm afraid of you" The young officer stamped Qianyu's bamboo raft and drove her out.

The days in the barracks are not easy, Qianyu's identity is like a reborn person, at first, she can't adapt to a man's name, the officer has to be called several times before she can react, Xu is used to men's clothes since she was a child, Qianyu pretends to be a man, but there is no ambiguity at all.

Especially when it comes to war, it is better to say that the south blindly attacks the Chu country, the southern army has only recovered for a few years, and he dares to raise troops to attack the strongest Chu country, the king of Chu has words first, and will not face the war with the south, all he can do is to defend the city, it just so happens that the military camp where Qianyu is in is guarding the border city, Chu has two battalions of iron cavalry and iron halberd, she doesn't know which battalion she belongs to, I often hear people talk about the iron cavalry and the iron halberd army of Chu State, all of them are brave and good at fighting, and now they are in the military camp, how much they will be a little proud.

Ten years of raising soldiers, one day of soldiers, Qianyu finally has a deep understanding, the southern country has only raised troops for a few years, don't say that to attack the iron-walled Chu State, even if it is to take the border city is also a little difficult, attacking for several months, not only the army is scattered, the military strength is insufficient, but he wants to attack the Chu State, presumably the king of the south is being used.

In the spring of the twenty-ninth year of Rongzhi, the soldiers and horses stationed outside the territory of Chu suddenly withdrew overnight, if this war never happened, the southern soldiers withdrew, and the Chu army was also relieved, after all, no one wanted to fight, the day the Chu army was reorganized, Qianyu knew that he was General Ouyang's subordinate, speaking of this Ouyang general, Qianyu was no stranger at all, it was her uncle, Ouyang Yu's younger brother Ouyang Ling, but he had never seen him.

The military camp was reorganized, many soldiers had to return to the DPRK after the inventory, and the remaining part of the soldiers stayed in the border city, Qianyu was honored to be named and stayed, she was a recruit who had only been in the camp for a few months, and naturally she could not enter the Korean army, and secondly, Qianyu never thought of returning to Rong'an City, and it was great to stay.

The spring is infinitely good, the scenery of Yongzhou City is excellent, the city is full of purple and red crape myrtle flowers, the small bridge in the city flows through, the girl is like a warbler, through the streets and alleys, Qianyu occasionally stays in the barracks, but more often she will go to the city to wander, Yongzhou City can often see a young man in plain clothes, under the silver mask is half a white face, the sword lips are picturesque, holding a long sword, strolling in the streets of the city.

Qianyu in addition to hanging out, what should be done should be learned, but the same has not fallen, as she grows older, shooting, swordsmanship, can not satisfy her, a spear in hand, she can wield it to the fullest, she works harder than anyone else, in the dead of night, she goes to the valley to practice, she sees the night as day, has long been accustomed to finding the target in the dark, no matter the wind or rain, she must go outside to practice every night, she has to work harder, to protect the Chu country, to protect the father's country.

In the barracks, she was a bohemian teenager, wandering around every day, riding horses, walking in the countryside, she was always doing things that people could not see, and outside the barracks, in the darkness that no one knew, she was a dead slave to sin.

Spring Festival, Yongzhou city is very lively, the streets in the city will put a lot of flowers for people to enjoy, because this is the border of Chu State, some merchants who walk the rivers and lakes often bring back different flowers from various countries, so, in Yongzhou City can see the flowers of different countries, such as the red flame dragon of the southern country, the red in the clouds of the Wei country, the water Linglong of the Yan country, the cinnabar orchid of the Wu country, these are the national flowers of the four countries, the name is good, the flowers are also extremely beautiful, of course, the crape myrtle flower of the Chu country is not inferior.

Qianyu held a folding fan in his hand, wandering aimlessly on the street, his eyes were full of flowers, the street was full of flowers, he searched for a long time, and he didn't see the red flame dragon of the southern country, Qianyu had seen it in the book, and he didn't know much about this flower.

Looking at the city, is there really no one who can grow a red flame dragon? Qianyu was a little disappointed, ready to go back to the camp, walking through the water alley, she met a young man in plain clothes, the young man had beautiful eyebrows, light and moist, and was holding a pot of red flame dragon in his hand, Qianyu smiled gently, and borrowed flowers from the young man to take a look.

"It turns out that this is the Red Flame Dragon of the South" Qianyu held the flower pot and looked at the flower carefully, Changfeng had told her about this flower, the petals were like dragon scales, the stamens were like dragon whiskers, it was very good-looking, I saw it today, it was really extraordinary, Qianyu reached out to touch the petals.

"Childe be careful!" The young man called out to Qianyu gently, but it was too late, Qianyu's hand touched the stamen of the Red Flame Dragon, and the young man hurriedly took her hand and examined it carefully.

Qianyu didn't know what was going on, but felt that his fingers were numb when he touched the flower, and his fingers tingled, and Qianyu smiled bitterly, forgetting that the flower was poisonous in the book.

"I'm out of the way, thank you for your concern" Qianyu quietly withdrew her hand from the young man's hand, looked down at the red fingers, she smiled faintly, and the young man looked at her secretly from the corner of his eye.

"Although the toxicity of the Red Flame Dragon is not strong, but Childe still takes the antidote, my house is not far ahead, if Childe does not dislike it, go to my house to sit and detoxify Childe" The young man carefully held the Red Flame Dragon, took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and covered the flower.

"Since that's the case, I'm bothered" Qianyu closed the fan, and under the mask, Qianyu's face was green.

"There is a bridge in front of this water alley, and at the end of the bridge you will reach my house," the young man led Qianyu all the way, talking to her.

"Oh," Qianyu replied indifferently, walking with his head held high.

"In the next Ji Yun, I don't know what to call the son?" On the bridge, the young man was still talking, he pointed to a small building in front of him, Qianyu looked over, in the green woods, the small building was independent.

"Han Xuan" Qianyu still replied indifferently, his eyes looking straight ahead.

"Han Xuan" the young man muttered the name of a thousand words, chuckled, and stopped asking.

Xiaolou leans on his dreams, and the spring outing of the teenager returns, swinging the water of flowers, and smiling at the spring breeze.