Xiao Lian carried He Jingying on his back and walked down the mountain step by step. Xiao Fulin, Xiao Yuanda and Uncle Zhou Feng had already gone down the mountain in order to avoid suspicion. Only the ghost-faced Langjun followed behind with a fart.

He Jingying lay on Xiao Lian's back, her arms tightly wrapped around Xiao Lian, and her face was tightly pressed against Xiao Lian's neck. The heat from Xiao Lian made He Jingying feel extremely relieved.

Xiao Lian's hair grew a lot, tied on his head casually, and a few strands that fell swept on He Jingying's face, and the stiff hair made He Jingying's face a little itchy. He Jingying subconsciously rubbed between Xiao Lian's neck.

The corners of Xiao Lian's mouth chuckled slightly, letting He Jingying rub it.

The starry sky poured down from the horizon, enveloping the two men under a starry canopy. The murmuring sound of the stream diluted the bloody smell of the mountains and forests.

It's as if it's all over, and it's as if it's just beginning.

"Xiao Lian, why didn't you leave?"

Xiao Lian's eyes deepened: "You are here, I won't leave." ”

"It's not worth it." He Jingying's voice was a little hoarse.

Xiao Lian didn't speak, but the ghost-faced Langjun on the side couldn't help it.

"Comrade Princess, I want to save you if I don't want my life. He ran to kill Tuoba Hong one by one, and almost folded in the Northern Wei Palace. Killed Tuoba Hong's injury, he didn't rest, he hurried back all the way, I almost ran to my death, and he could still kill all the way from Jiankang to Chong'an Mausoleum. Let me tell you, this man is not worth anything, but he is rough. ”

Xiao Lian: "...... Li Fan, you talk a little too much. ”

He Jingying buried her face deep into Xiao Lian's neck socket, and warm tears welled up from her eyes,

Ghost-faced Langjun sighed: "I'm just saying, don't toss around, isn't it better to be together." ”

Xiao Lian frowned and said, "Li Fan." ”

It's so easy to be together. There are too many rules in this world, and it is even more unfair to women, how can he bear to force her.

"Okay."

He Jingying's soft voice came from Xiao Lian's neck.

Xiao Lian paused, and his heart was beating wildly by this muffled sound: "What did you say?" ”

He Jingying raised her head, there were still tears in her eyes, but her eyes were extremely firm: "I said okay, let's be together." ”

Xiao Lian has already taken ten steps for her, can't she take this step for Xiao Lian?

Perhaps, the future will be difficult, and there will be a lot of things. She was the queen, and she is now the surviving member of the Yulin Palace. These are identities that she can't escape. But she has lived and died so many times, and she also wants to live for herself once.

In Stone Town, she was with Xiao Lian, and she thought it was a farewell.

But she didn't die, and Xiao Lian didn't leave.

This time, He Jingying decided to live for herself.

All the way down from the mountain, full of devastation, after the battle, there are countless corpses, is the burning of the imperial tomb. Xiao Fulin, Xiao Yuanda and Zhou Fengshu stood in front of a new grave next to the main mausoleum of Chong'an Mausoleum, standing silently with their heads bowed.

There are Xiao Zilun, Xiao Ziliang, Xiao Zhaowen, Xiao Zhaoxiu, as well as Wang Shaoming, Yuan Geyu, and many people who died in the disaster of Longchang.

Xiao Ziqing also arrived at the Chong'an Mausoleum, he sat in front of the tomb and smashed the ground with his fist: "Why are you all gone!" ”

Xiao Ziqing buried his face in the palm of his hand, tears flowing from his fingers: "Why don't you listen to me?" Xiao Yunying, don't you like intrigue the most? Why did you trap yourself to death this time? ”

"Third brother." Xiao Fulin persuaded softly. But she actually couldn't say any words of consolation, so she could only call so softly to let Xiao Ziqing not be too sad.

Xiao Ziqing raised his head and looked at Xiao Fulin with a smile, he pointed at the tombstone with his finger: "Flin, don't you know, your brothers and brothers have fought all their lives, and they have never been together, so this time." How stupid, do you say yes, why do you have to rush up to die, isn't it good to be alive. ”

Xiao Fulin patted Xiao Ziqing on the shoulder.

Xiao Ziqing cried so much that he shrugged his shoulders: "Lao Tzu wanted to save them, but Lao Tzu didn't save them!" Why do you think their hearts are so aligned this time? You say it would be nice if they had been so united all along! How can we suffer so much? Isn't it stupid? When you die, you will be united. ”

"Because, they are all heroes." Xiao Lian carried He Jingying on his back and walked in front of the mausoleum and put He Jingying down. "So are you."

When Xiao Ziqing heard this sentence "You too", her suppressed cry finally turned into a howl.

Xiao Lian walked to Xiao Zilun's tomb, holding the tombstone with his hand, his lips trembled slightly, although he endured it again and again, tears still welled up: "I'm sorry brother, I'm late." ”

I'm sorry.

The brothers who fought side by side with him are now separated by yin and yang, and he can only say sorry.

Yan Wuyi was already dead, and Tuoba was driven back to the Northern Wei Dynasty. But these hatreds, how can these grievances still feel like they are still there?

There is also Xiao Zhaowen, who was also his younger brother once upon a time, although he only borrowed someone else's identity, but Yongzhou helped and rescued him from a manger, these are all things that happened between him and Xiao Zhaowen.

These young people with a lot of enthusiasm were ruthlessly run over by the wheels of history, they were scattered into mud, they used their lives to correct their way, and left their proud souls in the world, but they could no longer touch or touch.

They are not wrong, it is the wrong time.

He Jingying gently patted Xiao Lian on the shoulder. She saw them righteous under the feathers of arrows, and she arranged their clothes with her own hands and sent them out of the palace.

"Yunzong once said that he hoped that the people could live and work in peace and contentment, and there would be no more wars between the north and the south. Ji Shang also hopes that there will be no more rebellions between the clans. ”

"Let's fulfill these wishes for them." He Jingying said softly.

Xiao Lian looked up at He Jingying: "Is it okay?" ”

He Jingying nodded: "Like them, do your part." ”

Although He Jingying's voice was soft, it fell into everyone's ears, and even the ghost-faced Langjun raised his head.

The sky is white.

At the foot of the mountain, Jiankang City. The explosion of Dali Temple implicated several alleys around Dali Temple, all of which collapsed into ruins. The bell tower was charred and blackened by fire, and there was still blood on the ground of the imperial city.

The people cautiously poked their heads out of their homes, and everything was calmed down, but everything was ruined. They summoned their wives and children out of their hiding houses and gathered together in the streets, watching the original capital turn into a scorched earth.

Before they had time to grieve, they began to silently prop up the collapsed beams, find new tiles, and replace the broken roof.

This is the desolation after the war, but it is also another.asxs.

A lot to do.