His thoughts became obsessions, his infatuation became demons, and he couldn't extricate himself day and night. Her laughter, her tears, like a jar of wine buried deep in his heart, made with his blood and tears, as soon as he opened it, he was drunk for ten years.

After a dream for ten years, looking back suddenly, she was just like the first time he saw her, standing in splendor, and the brilliance around her body flowed faintly under the blood-colored moonlight.

Thousands of dreams, he hated that he had personally sent her to the point of no return, sending away her body, and also sending away his soul.

One is a man who is like a father and a brother, and the other is a woman he falls in love with when he is ignorant.

Missed, who is missing whom?

Fate made people, and he and her each embarked on the road of no return. Her heart was gradually sharpened in the tossing and turning of the world, and she sat firmly in the surging harem day by day, ascended to the ultimate position step by step, and also won the love of the emperor, smiling side by side with him to see the world.

Enough is enough......

He didn't want to think about it anymore, the sword wind passed by, the grass and trees were broken, and the stone powder fell in a torrent.

Everywhere the sword wind passed, he recalled the days of licking blood on the battlefield, under those loyal faces was the endless reverence and fanaticism for him, the neighing of the horses on the battlefield and the painful moans of the soldiers, converging into a torrent that almost annihilated him.

No! He is guilty! He's a sinner! Full of guilt accumulated in my heart, and with the smell of wine, the surging sword qi surged up.

With a "wow", he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Husband!" A familiar scream, and before he could fall to the ground, a shadow rushed forward and held him up.

"Someone, the generals and soldiers vomited blood...... Come! The panicked shouts floated far away one by one. He finally closed his eyes tiredly.

How could the moonlight in the sky be so bright, illuminating him with nothing to hide.

……

I don't know how long it took, but he woke up slowly, and the tentacles were warm and wet. He was about to struggle to get up, when suddenly a pair of red and swollen teary eyes appeared.

Su Yanqing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but touch her teary eyes.

"Husband, you're finally awake......" Qian Yancui cried and threw herself into his arms, crying like a helpless child.

He endured the gradually soaked placket in his arms, patted her shoulder, and said with a perfunctory smile: "What's wrong?" It's just that the practice of martial arts is a fork of breath for a while, and it is good to regulate and recuperate. ”

His smile was pale and unconvincing.

She finally stopped crying and looked at him with red, swollen eyes. He sighed slightly, ten years later, why does she still cry as before, I remember that she used to be a girl who loved to laugh very much.

Did he do something wrong to make her so depressed, there was no reason for her to bear his pain? He sighed deeply and took her in his arms and patted her gently.

The man in his arms trembled violently, as if he couldn't believe it, and lay quietly in his arms. This was the embrace she had been looking forward to for a long time, and it was so easy to get it.

Time slipped by, and she would rather be in his arms than get up. But reason told her that he must be very sad today, Chu Jing, Chu Jing, that sad place, he didn't want to set foot in that sad place, and she would also follow him and never enter Beijing again. Ten years of their lives have been uneventful, and they respect each other like guests.

However, his abnormality tonight, is there news of that woman...... She shivered deeply, finally raised her head, and gritted her teeth: "Husband, are you sad......"

Su Yanqing's body trembled violently, and the usually sharp eyes now exuded irrepressible sadness, which spread throughout the room one by one. He quietly looked at her pale and thin face, and finally said quietly, "She, she's coming." ”

This secret that the two have hidden for ten years, the most unspeakable secret, she doesn't know if it's because the moonlight tonight is too sad, or the wine is too strong, so that he can talk to her so bluntly.

She's coming! She's coming!

A flash of despair flashed in her eyes, and she stared at his face as pale as snow.

"Why!" She asked him, stunned. Why did he avoid her for many years, but he still couldn't escape her shadow. Why did they go to the south and the north of Xinjiang for ten years, and they couldn't get rid of the forbidden love in his heart.

He watched her pain in agony, and only hugged her tighter and tighter. Why? How could he know why?

"No!" She shouted, trying to break free from his embrace, screaming like madness. Su Yanqing was taken aback by her, and only looked at her in a daze.

"Archon, let's go. Let's go, the concubine will follow you. We don't want to be in Anseong, not here. Let's go. Don't see her, she's the devil...... It's the devil! Otherwise, why is it ten years later, the Great Commander, you still can't forget her. She cried out, tears dripping to the ground, full of ten years of suppressed madness and resentment.

She's had enough! Enough is enough! originally thought that his heart was a cliff, and she was a snail trying to climb underneath, even if there was no hope of climbing his heart, but one day, she would climb his heart.

But why did that woman come so suddenly! She hates, she hates so much! Silver Fang clenched tightly, gurgling, and she didn't know whether she was afraid or hateful. She just looked at her with tears streaming down her face.

"Smoke Emerald!" He finally called out to her, with powerlessness and helplessness.

"No, no! General, soldier, you follow the concubine. Let's go. At last she fell to the ground and cried.

"Yancui, I am your husband. You are my wife. In the midst of his crying, he finally got out of bed, picked her up, and whispered in her ear.

She raised her teary eyes in a trance, but saw that his face was full of fatigue, and the broken lines in the corners of his eyes were full of his ten years of vicissitudes.

She guarded the door for him, she washed his hands and made soup for him, she sewed his shirt for him, and even she wiped his wounds for his wounds, and then cried while applying medicine. He buried his head in her shoulder, and it was ten years, and it was time to break. He wiped tears from her eyes.

"Believe me, I'm your husband. You are my wife. In this life, I will not fail you again. He leaned against her delicate body and finally spat out the words.