At this moment, Yang Zhice's body fell to the ground fiercely, and a short sword pierced his chest fiercely, and surging blood gushed out, instantly soaking his battle armor.

Seeing this, the sergeant on the other horse immediately killed the enemies around Yang Zhice, but did not give Yang Zhice any help, and those who could survive on the battlefield were not only strength but also luck, and very few people would abandon their lives to save their comrades who were destined to die.

At this moment, Yang Zhice endured the severe pain, gasped violently, stretched out his trembling hand and took out a white silk handkerchief stained with blood from his arms.

It was given to him by Lin Jiangxian before leaving, and now, there is no chance to see her again.

Yang Zhice spurted out a mouthful of blood, his pupils were dilated, and his shriveled lips murmured

"Immortals.... ..... child"

The sound was as light as silence as a thread of silk falling to the ground.

Yang Zhice lay down on the bloody ground, his eyes staring at the silk handkerchief in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose, as if he had returned to the peach blossom tree where he met that day.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years.

The tragic war ended with a great victory for Yang Zhice.

News of the victory soon spread throughout the world.

On this day, Lin Jiangxian was still waiting under the peach blossom tree, she looked into the distance with anticipation, and saw that no one came, and her brows were deeply locked.

After nearly a month of waiting, her heart was gradually replaced by worry from the initial heat. In the days and nights of the past year, she has not only spent it in her thoughts, but also worried about Yang Zhice.

Thinking of this, her heart was even more uneasy.

The slender jade hand involuntarily kneaded a corner of the sleeve back and forth, and the anxious pacing under her feet represented Xian'er's mood at the moment.

Suddenly, she heard a rush of footsteps from the depths of the peach forest, and her heart moved.

"Zhice!" Lin Jiangxian's surging thoughts finally broke at this moment, she turned around happily, only to find that the person who came was not Yang Zhice, who she was missing, but Yang Zhice's hairy Liu Tieming, and her originally bright eyes instantly dimmed.

Liu Tieming said a little breathlessly: "Yang Zhice's army has won the battle, and now all the soldiers are still ...... in fine clothes."

Before Liu Tieming finished speaking, Lin Jiangxian was overjoyed, and couldn't help but step forward, "Really? ”

After that, before Liu Tieming could answer, Lin Jiangxian walked in the direction of the village.

Along the way, the thoughts in her mind never stopped, she thought a lot, Yang Zhice came back from the victory, she could see him when she went back, but why didn't Yang Zhice come to him for the first time, they agreed to meet under the peach tree and get married.

The woman's mind is like a needle under the sea, thinking, thinking, Lin Jiangxian actually began to complain that Yang Zhice didn't come to her in the first place, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, not only did you come back a month late, but you didn't look for me as soon as you came back! Hum! I'm going to punish you later!

Finally, she came to Yang Zhice's door, but the scene she saw in front of her was completely different from what she expected.

Yang Zhice's return to his hometown should have been a good thing, why did the villagers standing at the door have such solemn expressions on their faces.

She didn't have time to think too much, so she hurriedly walked through the crowd and rushed into Yang Zhice's house.

However, everything Lin Jiangxian saw made her almost unable to stand.

On the ancestral hall of Yang Zhice's family, there is a tablet with Yang Zhice's name written on it, and next to the tablet, there is a blood-stained battle armor. And on top of the battle armor, there is a silk handkerchief with a dyed face.

How can this be? Didn't he say he would come back?

Lin Jiangxian looked at everything in front of her in disbelief, and at this moment, her fingertips were deeply embedded in her palm, and drops of blood fell from her palm.

When Lin Jiangxian's scarlet pupils touched the silk handkerchief again, her body couldn't help but tremble.

Lin Jiangxian slowly stepped forward to pick up the silk handkerchief, held the silk handkerchief in her hand, and then raised her eyes to look at Yang Zhice's tablet, and in an instant, tears burst the embankment, she sobbed a few times, and fainted.

......

She had a dream, in the dream, she was quietly waiting for Yang Zhice's return under the peach blossom tree where she met, and at nightfall, she was about to leave with a sense of loss as usual, but at this moment, a horse's hoof sounded from a distance, the sound was getting closer and closer, and the familiar figure also came into her eyes at this moment.

The horse stopped two or three meters away from her, Yang Zhice jumped off the horse, walked slowly in front of her and said softly, "I'm here to marry you." ”

The voice that had been lost for a long time swept away Lin Jiangxian's previous complaints, and that words made Lin Jiangxian's heart bloom, at this moment, she suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, and looked at Yang Zhice with resentment, her appearance was so Chu Chu and moving, although her appearance was not as good as that of a heavenly immortal, but she could most touch the heart of her lover.

Although Lin Jiangxian suppressed the emotions in his heart very much, when he saw such a familiar face again, he couldn't help but throw himself into Yang Zhice's arms. But this flutter, what greeted her was a wisp of smoke, she looked at Yang Zhice in surprise, and found that his body turned into wisps of smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye, scattered with the wind, and there was no trace, at that moment, the heart seemed to be divided, and the pain hit the depths of the heart, all over the body, making it difficult to breathe.

"Knowing the !!"

Lin Jiangxian woke up from his dream, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell on the sheets.

The mother who was guarding the bedside saw that her daughter was still holding the silk handkerchief in her hand, and sighed deeply, "Xian'er, people can't be resurrected after death, mourn." ”

Lin Jiangxian's pupils trembled, gently bit his shriveled lip, and muttered, "No, he's not dead, he'll come back." ”

As he spoke, Lin Jiangxian pressed the silk handkerchief against his chest and continued to murmur, "He won't lie to me." ”

"Xian'er, he won't come back, forget about him, my mother will make the decision for you and find you another good family......"

"Mother, he said he would come back to marry me, I have to wait for him, I can't make him sad......"

Looking at her daughter whose eyes were full of grief, Lin Jiangxian's mother was even more heartbroken, people can't be resurrected after death, and they pity the world.......

The moment he learned that Yang Zhice had died, Lin Jiangxian's whole person seemed to be dead, and now he was alive like a walking corpse, just a shell full of memories.

For more than 360 days and nights a year, she did not miss Yang Zhice for a moment, and his words and deeds were deeply engraved in her mind like carvings.

The time spent with Yang Zhice is the most beautiful scene for her, if she forgets Yang Zhice, I am afraid it will be even more difficult to do than die.

She had fantasized about meeting Yang Zhice countless times, but she didn't expect that she would meet again in this way.

I don't know when, Lin Jiangxian's tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and the tears had already soaked through the silk handkerchief.