Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi took a carriage and hurried to the outside of Chang'an City.

On the highest peak of Xiuling Mountain in the west of Lishan, the beacon tower towers into the sky, and the city wall against foreign invaders connects countless undulating mountains, winding towards the end of the sky.

With the posture of a majestic king, they looked out at foreign races and guarded the territory of the Central Plains for hundreds of years.

At this time, wolf smoke rose on the beacon tower, transmitting the news of the war to the local princes, summoning them to pour into King Qin of Chang'an with thousands of troops and horses.

Nan Baoyi grabbed Xiao Yi's hand and jumped out of the carriage.

There were armies on all sides, and the elders of the families from all over the country looked at each other and asked each other in low voices, completely unaware of what was happening.

Nan Baoyi raised her head.

On the beacon tower, Lang Jun, the god of wind, stood by the wind.

He wears a bright yellow four-clawed prince's uniform, with a golden crown and a majestic instrument.

It's Xiao Zizhong.

Holding a torch in his hand, he smiled and looked down at the thousands of troops and horses gathered, and looked at the official road in the distance from time to time, as if he was expecting more soldiers and horses to arrive.

Nan Baoyi whispered anxiously: "Second brother, what is he doing here?" It is a capital offense to light a beacon fire without permission! Before he was officially canonized as the crown prince, he took the lead in putting on the dragon robe, which was an arrogance! ”

Xiao Yi's eyebrows sank.

He looked at Xiao Zizhong for a long time and said in a low voice, "He's making a last stand." was forced to this role, I am afraid that he learned that Wen Zhining was no longer alive. If I'm not mistaken, Wen Zhining committed suicide yesterday. ”

"Sister Wen is dead?!" Nan Baoyi's face turned pale in an instant, "But, it's ......"

The scene of the night of the upper Yuan Dynasty passed by one by one.

Nan Baoyi asked herself, if she was Wen Zhining, no one in her family survived, she still hated the wrong person, and used thunderous means to make trouble in the city, killing many innocent people, maybe she would choose not to live anymore.

She beat her head and said in frustration: "It's my mistake, if I send someone to find the Wen family's sister after the first night, maybe I can prevent her from committing suicide......"

Xiao Yi looked at her.

The little girl's face was full of guilt.

He held her hand and comforted her seriously: "Nan Jiaojiao has done a good job. Wen Zhining chose this path by herself, no wonder no one. The Wen family is full of style, and it is the pain that she lives alone. ”

Nan Baoyi lowered his eyes.

She remembered the scene when she first saw Wen Zhining.

The girl was thin and petite, but she was so stubborn that when she saw her, she knelt on the ground, said with her back straight that the Wen family was innocent, and begged her to overturn the case for the Wen family......

If, at that time, she was willing to promise her, would everything be different?

Nan Baoyi bit her lip and leaned sadly into Xiao Yi's arms.

The sound of horses' hooves was overwhelming on the official road.

Nan Baoyi looked.

Shen Yijue led tens of thousands of Jin Wuwei to arrive, his handsome face was solemn and hideous, and he shouted: "Xiao Zizhong, are you crazy?!" Do you know what you're doing?! ”

On the beacon tower.

Xiao Zi raised his eyes again to admire the wolf smoke rising from the mountains and rivers, and smiled: "Lone knows." Now that the court is in chaos, traitors are in charge, women are in politics, and Lone lights the beacon fire, in order to seek support from the family and defend the mountains and rivers......"

He looked down on those ignorant families and princes, and said loudly: "The Shen family is plotting rebellion, and Empress Shen intends to seek to usurp the throne." Lone is the prince of Dayong, Lone wants you to kill all her 100,000 Jin Wuwei and regain control of Chang'an! Who can cut off the head of Shen Yijue, give ten thousand households alone, and reward a thousand taels of gold! ”

The families and princes looked at each other.

The Shen family is huge, and even many of them have received the favor of the Shen family.

want them to oppose the Shen family......

No way.

Xiao Zizhong calmly put on his armor.

He pulled out his long knife and shouted loudly: "Everyone present, if I am a loyal minister of the Xiao family, please go out with Gu and exterminate the Shen family with Gu." Protect the mountains and rivers and bless the world with good health! ”

The army of hundreds of thousands of princes stood still.

They looked at Xiao Zizhong quietly, with pity, helplessness, and mockery in their eyes.

The young prince shouted, and jumped lonely from the beacon tower.

He rode a horse, raised his long sword, and attacked Shen Yijie with a thunderous force. 61 Library

The silver armor reflected the cold glow of late winter, and there was bitter hatred hidden in his eyes, as if he couldn't eat the flesh and blood of the Shen family!

"If you are a loyal minister of the Xiao family, please go out with Gu!"

The boy shouted again as he galloped.

But no one answered him.

The thousands of troops were silent, and they didn't even look like they were pretending to be assists.

Shen Yijue looked at the young man who was attacking him.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are handsome and beautiful, like the crown prince who is as gentle as jade.

He raised his hand and touched the scar under his left eye.

Somehow, at this moment, he suddenly lost the courage to hold the knife.

He had seen the crown prince kill himself on the bank of the Weishui River, did he still want to force his other brother to death?

Is it right or wrong for my aunt to be in power?

Seeing that he had no reaction, the young generals under his command hurriedly ordered: "Capture the third prince alive!" ”

Jin Wuwei poured out like a tidal wave.

Xiao Zizhong rode alone, like a sharp blade out of the sheath, with a lonely but never looking back, resolutely broke into tens of thousands of gold guards!

Blades are touched.

The young prince, on a rampage in an army like a barrel, fights alone.

He's like a crazy trapped beast.

Nan Baoyi glanced at Xiao Yi, and seeing that his expression was calm, he couldn't help but glance again.

Xiao Yi said lightly: "Don't look at me, I can't save him." A person whose heart is dead is only a shell when he lives, and no one can save him. ”

Nan Baoyi shook her hands.

She looked at Xiao Zizhong again.

He killed fiercely, attacked the whole way, didn't care if he would be injured or not, and sure enough, he fought with a certain heart of death.

Even if Jin Wuwei didn't want to take his life, but in the end of the battle, Xiao Zizhong was still seriously injured and dying.

The horse was killed in battle.

The young prince rolled off his horse in embarrassment, knelt on one knee with a long sword, his handsome face splattered with blood, and his armor was shattered.

He raised his Danfeng eyes and gasped as he stared at Jin Wuwei, who looked like iron buckets in all directions.

Blood poured from the wounds all over his body.

He had lost so much blood that he couldn't survive.

He chuckled, and suddenly looked up at the sky.

The clouds are broken, and the winter sun is bleak.

The little girl who was his childhood sweetheart had turned into a star in the sky.

Xiao Zizhong suddenly looked at Xiao Yi from afar.

He was dumbfounded: "The most regrettable thing in this life is that I didn't have time to drink with you." The four of us brothers have never been together. Second Emperor Brother, I'll go first...... In the next life, I will be your brother again......"

He slowly fell to the ground.

The wind was blowing.

A plum blossom by the beacon tower trembled lightly and shook off the snow, and a few round petals floated in and fell gently on the young man's shoulder.

In a trance, the plum blossom seems to be transformed into someone's soul.

She was wearing a snow-white shirt, with a pothos skirt, and two plum blossoms on her bun, and she was smiling and stretching out her hand to him, gently calling his name: "Zizhong, Zizhong, let's go home." ”

It's the cold and stubborn little girl of the Wen family.

Xiao Zizhong stared at the void, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Ning'er......"