When Jin Yanchen walked out of Liu's house, everyone in the Ming Palace had completed the evacuation under the command of Xu Younan. The bodies of a small number of sacrificed disciples were also counted and carried away.

Then how the brigade should settle down, treat the wounded, and put the dead into the ground, these don't need Jin Yanchen to worry about, Xu Younan will arrange it properly.

In terms of personnel coordination and management of affairs in all aspects, if Xu Younan admits the second, I am afraid that no one will dare to stand up and admit the first.

The long street was empty, and at the end of the street stood a man and a horse, waiting for him.

The matte black canopy hung low in all directions, like a huge upside-down basin, pouring the rain wanton and arrogant.

Between the rain of heaven and earth, the slender and lonely figure seemed to be extraordinarily thin and thin, but it stood so straight and steady, like a straight and sharp sword, sticking straight under the sky and the thick vast land under his feet, letting the rain wash away, unswerving.

Jin Yanchen remembered that many years ago, the little girl who was holding a small skirt and shrunk in his arms to hide from the rain was delicate and soft, but she was not what she is now.

The black clouds swung their hooves around the streets, treading heavily on the water, looking very impatient. Seeing Jin Yanchen come out, he screamed with joy and ran over.

Mu Dianke turned over and got on the horse.

People who have been bending bows and running horses in the desert for many years, as soon as they raise their legs and turn over, their kung fu will be revealed. The movement of getting on the horse and returning the reins is particularly neat.

Jin Yanchen felt a thorn in his heart.

In the past, she had short calves and could not reach the saddle, but when he returned to her, he carried her to the horse and placed her in front of him to protect her.

Later, when she grew a little taller, she could get on the horse by herself, but she still waited for him to pick her up. When he got on the horse, he didn't forget to turn around and smile sly at him: "I'll tell you, I'll be able to ride my own horse a long time ago." Master Min said, if I work harder, I can catch up with my cousin as beautiful as Ni Xiang. ”

Neon Dress ...... Jin Yanchen's heart hurt violently again.

The black cloud screamed at the end of the reins and pulled his head sharply, snorted dissatisfiedly in his nostrils, and was about to jump up with a scream, when he caught a glimpse of his master's gloomy face, he instantly lowered his head honestly.

Jin Yanchen was in a bad mood, and Heiyun urged him to become a well-behaved and docile horse.

When he walked forward with Jin Yanchen, Hei Yunshu didn't even dare to flick his tail, nor did he dare to jump like usual, and his four hooves were very decent.

The long street was silent, and only the loud sound of rain splashing and the sound of horses' hooves stepping on bluestone slabs and splashing water were heard.

Jin Yanchen did not speak. Mu Dianke didn't speak.

The two walked one after the other, quietly and silently.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed in the deserted streets in the middle of the night, making the long street even more empty and deserted.

Mu Dian knows that Jin Yanchen is the most vulnerable at this moment, and he also needs the company of people the most. But that doesn't mean she can provoke him at will.

On the contrary, Jin Yanchen at this time was more dangerous and more aggressive than usual.

Xu Younan hurt Jin Yanchen so from the bottom of his heart, didn't he also hide away smartly at the moment?

It's just her.

Only she dared to stay.

Maybe it's because she is sure in her heart that no matter how much Jin Yanchen doesn't treat her, he won't kill her after all.

Of those old people, there is only one person left with whom she can rely on her.

Mu Dian knows very well that Jin Yanchen is so proud that he is almost paranoid, and he will never allow others to peep at his pain and weakness, let alone tolerate any words of comfort and pity.

All she can do is accompany.

The wind blowing at the end of the long street made her feel a little cold.

She looked at the dark rain shadows and the silhouettes of houses in front of her. I remember that once upon a time, a large group of brothers and sisters traveled together, and it was also such a person and a horse, some in front and one behind, beating horses and running through the narrow streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

Returning from stepping on flowers, the horse's hooves are still fragrant.

Those bright faces are the same as yesterday, but people don't know where they are. Only Jin Yanchen remains, and only she remains.

She accompanied him two people, two horses, and walked alone on the dark streets that were deserted in the dark night.

There is no floral scent, only the smell of blood.

There was no laughter, only silence that spread through the air and swirled like a cloud.

She knew that Yun Jin looked down on her.

She also wants to be a free and broad-minded woman like Yun Jin.

But how is that possible?

The so-called different personal experiences and different paths she chooses are just beautiful words for her to deceive herself

How could she have a choice? How could Jin Yanchen have a choice?

They were forced to embark on this path of no return, full of bloody carnage. I had to hold on. If you don't die, you can't rest!

What's the alternative? It's all fate!

Yun Xiaoyi took his family and stood at the gate of Yunjiazhuang in the rain waiting for Jin Yanchen.

Xu Younan told Yun Xiaoyi that Jin Yanchen would not arrive until at least an hour later.

Yun Xiaoyi understood that Xu Younan was acting out of kindness, and said, "Thank you for reminding the elders, before the sixth prince came back, his subordinates were waiting here." ”

He had been waiting for ten years, and finally to this day. Mo said that standing in the rain for an hour is to stand for a day, a month, a year, he is willing.

His eagerness to recognize the Lord is not understood by others, but Xu Younan understands.

Back then, before the invasion of the Demon Sect, Jin Zhenyue was keenly aware of the trouble in the northern part of the border. Xu Younan, as the best spy in Kinmen, went to the desert alone and went undercover in the Changle Palace in Mobei, which was dormant for three years.

Three years later, Xu Younan sent a letter to Chang'an, informing Jin Zhenyue that the time was ripe, so he planned to break the palace with peace of mind, just waiting for someone from Jinmen to come.

He didn't wait for Jin Zhenyue's order to do it, but he waited for the bad news that the Jin family was wiped out.

On that day, Xu Younan, who was smiling unchangeably, was rarely mad, he drank wine, rode wildly in the desert, and roared loudly into the wilderness, like an abandoned lone wolf.

As the son of the Golden Gate family, Xu Younan was born in the Jin family and grew up in the Jin family.

Jin Luanjie, the third master Jin Luanjie, who was responsible for the selection of secret agents, was even more brother and brother to him, and he was deeply affectionate.

Xu Younan's wish in life is to serve under Jin Zhenyue, fight side by side with those excellent robes of the Jin family, and create a clear ideal and full of justice.

For this, he did not hesitate to destroy his reputation. He caused trouble everywhere in the rivers and lakes, robbed the treasures of various sects, abandoned them under his feet, and humiliated them. In exchange for this, it is logical to escape from the desert and go undercover in Changle Palace.

He is a brother to the scum of the rivers and lakes who have done all the evil things, and he drinks and gambles with those vulgar and unbearable barbarians.

Forbearance for three years, just for the ideal in my heart.

But Jin Zhenyue died.

His dreams were gone.

If the rattan loses its tree, it will never be sent again, and it will not know why it was born. This kind of pain and confusion cannot be known unless you feel it yourself.

And Yun Xiaoyi, a first-class soldier who has received special training since he was a child, has a lot of skills and enthusiasm, soaks in the soft smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River every day, and is a rich tea merchant who teases the birds and gets drunk and looks at the flowers in his spare time, how much better can he feel in his heart?

All of them are wounded people!

The battle of exterminating Liu was fought so beautifully, and at the cost of less than twenty casualties, the head of the three surnames in Jiangnan was wiped out.

But how many people are really happy in their hearts?