"Your Majesty, the wine glass has been brought" The little guy put down the wine glass and silently exited the door.

Chu Qiao silently picked up the wine jar on the round table and opened the sealed paper that sealed the mouth of the altar. A fragrance wafted in, and this aroma of wine seemed to make Yan Xun return to the altar of moon-like wine that was buried under the tree in the garden with Chu Qiao when he was in Yingge's courtyard.

Chu Qiao picked up the wine jar and poured it into the cups of the two. The aroma of wine overflowed and wafted through the room. Chu Qiao picked up the wine glass and sniffed it, and drank it all. Then pour it full and look at Yan Xun. There was sometimes loneliness and sadness in that gaze.

"Ah Chu, drink less..."Yan Xun looked at Chu Qiao's gaze, and his heart was even more lost, looking at the wine glass and drinking.

"Yan Xun, I want to discuss something with you." Chu Qiao looked at Yan Xun and said lightly.

"What's the matter?" Yan Xun looked at Chu Qiao with puzzled eyes.

"Now the war ahead has nothing to do with me, after the New Year, I want to retreat to the inland of Yanbei, walk around, and understand the customs and customs of Yanbei."

Hearing Chu Qiao's sudden words, Yan Xun was shocked. Chu Qiao, who was still on the front line and stayed by his side, would make such a decision. In the original battle of Hongchuan City, one person led less than 10,000 garrisons, most of whom were still soldiers of the Xiuli Army; to the rectification of military affairs, cut the flag of the beautiful army, and strive to protect the beautiful army; In the nearest Qianzhang Lake, one thing after another emerged. Chu Qiao, who felt full of loneliness, exhaustion, and sadness sitting opposite, sat indifferently in front of him, except for a little drunkenness and indifference in his eyes. The others are no longer visible. It felt like she was so far away from him.

"Achu, why did you suddenly bring up this matter?" Yan Xun asked.

"I just think that you have always deliberately kept me away from the front line, away from the center of the war, away from the military power. Now it seems like a good thing to go through so much. I'm tired too, and I think your arrangement seems good. Chu Qiao said indifferently.

Yan Xun looked at Chu Qiao like this, as if she wanted to find something in her eyes, words, and behavior.

"Achu..."Yan Xun's hoarse voice called the name softly.

Chu Qiao drank the wine and continued: "You know that now the Great Wei Yuwen family hates me to the core, and they can't wait to drink my blood and eat my flesh. As for others, I am not used to it, and I am not familiar with it. I want the remaining Celestial Army in the guard post to come with me and keep me safe, I hope you will agree. ”

"The Beauty Army, the Beauty Army. In your eyes, what else is there besides the beautiful army, what is good about them, betraying their own country, betraying their own army, rebels, how can you try your best to maintain. Do you want to betray me too? The anger that Yan Xun had been holding back erupted at this moment. The jade wine glass in his hand was pinched in his hand, cracks were everywhere, and blood flowed down his palm.

Chu Qiao looked up at Yan Xun who was angry, but just looked at it indifferently. lowered his head, drank the wine in the cup, slowly got up and walked to the inner room, and said indifferently: "Yan Xun, I just want the soldiers of the beautiful army to spend the rest of their lives safely... Nothing more. Think about it. ”

Seeing Chu Qiao get up indifferently and leave, Yan Xun gradually woke up from his anger. said in a low voice: "Achu, I once said, 'I can't help it, I swear to give you the best life, so I want to give you Chang'an, the whole world, maybe this is not what you want, but what I can give you, the best', it is already my greatest mercy to cut the flag of the beautiful army, but they, and you..."

"Achu, anyone can leave me, you can't! Anyone can betray me, but you can't! I don't know what I'll become if I lose you..."

Yan Xun dropped the bloody wine glass, turned around and dragged his tired steps, and slowly walked out of the door. The back is so lonely...