Outside Jinling City.

The scenery on both sides of the official road is pleasant, compared with the official road near Chang'an, the official road in Jinling is somewhat new.

Jinling has a long history, but as the capital of Southern Wu, it is not too long, when the entire territory of Southern Wu was captured, the capital was moved to Jinling, so the official road of Jinling took on a new look.

The petite figure dragged the horse, one after the other, in the dust.

Immediately an old man.

No, an old man's corpse, to be exact.

Jin Caiyan's hair was messy, her pretty face was covered with dirt, and she was haggard and tired.

Her delicate body trembled slightly, her bright eyes were red, and she was actually sobbing quietly.

In the battle of Yangzhou to defend the city, Yangzhou City was broken, and everyone couldn't care about anything else.

It was a hellish sight of despair for her to fight for the first time.

She still remembered that Jin Xiaoyun, who was seriously injured and bloodless, cooperated with a descendant of the Jin family, dragged Jin Weizai's body to her horse, and shouted at her against the surging Northern Tang army: "Caiyan, take your uncle, run, run, run back to Jinling, bury him in the land of Jinling, and live well!" ”

At that time, Jin Wei was killed in battle a day ago, and the whole army was immersed in a state of sorrow, his body was sprinkled with incense, and he was ready to return to his hometown in style, but he didn't expect that the city of Yangzhou would be broken the next day, and he couldn't take care of anything in a panic.

Jin Caiyan actually didn't know what she thought at the time, she took on such a ridiculous task in such a daze, and watched the seriously injured Jin Xiaoyun and some descendants fight in front of her, and then she ran away with Jin Youzai's corpse.

For so many days, she was in a hurry, hurrying every day, stopping to eat a few bites of dry food that she had refused to look at before, and then she was sobbing uselessly, not thinking too much, just wanting to cry anyway.

She hadn't slept well for so many days, her eyes were swollen, and she described herself as decadent, as if she would fall down when the wind blew it, but she just persevered outside Jinling City.

Despite the effect of incense, Jin Youzai's corpse still had some smell, and sometimes she might want to give up, but that thought disappeared in a flash, and then she saw Jinling City from afar.

Both feet were worn out and dripping with blood, and when she saw Jinling City, she suddenly felt that she had lost all her strength at this time, and sat down on the ground, covering her face and crying.

Her father didn't come back, and even when she was pushed away by Jin Xiaoyun, she didn't see it, she didn't know if he was alive or dead, and when she thought of the old man on horseback, she had an inexplicable fear, for fear that her father would disappear like that old man.

She thought that it was very likely that the army of the Northern Tang Dynasty would break through Jinling in the future, and the entire Jin family would be destroyed by that time, so what should she do?

She wiped her tears, but when she wiped them, her face was full of tears.

She cried for a long, long time, and it seemed that her tears had dried up.

After wiping her sleeve, she finally stood up.

Jinling is already close at hand, and she has no other choice but to finish what she has not yet done.

She led the horse, which was obviously much thinner, and set out on the road back to the city.

The scenery around Jinling is very beautiful, the scenery is charming, and the flowers in late spring and early summer are still a little delicate.

However, the army outside Jinling City, as well as the tightly closed city gates, and the strict security on the head of the city, were full of murderous atmosphere.

She couldn't help but shudder.

When the two sides met for three miles, a team of scouts spotted her.

"Stop, who's who!?"

The soldier who had already fallen into nervous tension would definitely not have any kindness, and the bow and arrow were aimed at her from afar, and as long as she made the slightest excessive movement, she would surely be shot into a hornet's nest.

Listening to these accents with a bit of Hunan flavor, she stood there dumbfounded, motionless, her eyes full of sadness.

"No, that's not what I remember Jinling like......" she said to herself in her heart.

Jinling is no longer the glorious and beautiful it once was, but has become a rumor, and when I returned to Jinling, the first person I met was not Jinling people, but Hunan people, soldiers who were ready to attack at any time.

"Hey, what about you, did you hear that?" The man at the head pulled out the Wu hook knife at his waist and aimed it at her from afar.

They were surprised by the downcast appearance of this beautiful girl, and the old man who was immediately motionless.

Jin Caiyan looked at them, but her eyes were a little hollow.

"I'm Kim Chae-yeon......," she said softly.

"What?" They don't know if they didn't hear it or if they didn't believe it.

"I'm Jin Caiyan." Jin Caiyan looked at them in a daze, and repeated the sentence, and at the same time, her tone seemed to be more firm.

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The originally closed city gate of Jinling was slowly opened, and the cart was pulled by eight horses, and there were well-equipped elite cavalry in front and behind.

This team of more than 50 people had only one mission on this trip - to welcome the return of the martyred Fubo Gong.

Died on the battlefield, and finally returned to his hometown, the end of Fubo Gongjin's worries made people sigh and sigh.

A carriage came on the opposite side, staggering past them, the carriage curtain rippling, faintly revealing one of the three beauties of Southern Wu with a haggard face, Jin Caiyan.

She has been through so much that she has reached the brink of a nervous breakdown, and naturally no one will let her return on horseback by herself.

When the crown prince of Southern Wu, His Majesty Ji Ruhai in the essence of Southern Wu, issued an order to hold a state funeral for Fubo Gong Jin Wei, all kinds of dialogues were going on in various places in Jinling.

The door of the Jin family was wide open, and they naturally got the news of the return of Jin Weizai's body, and while grieving and mourning, they had to greet it with grace, although the fate of Nanwu fell to the bottom.

The wind helped the weak willows, the light clouds came out, the skirt fluttered, and the beauty, who was also one of the three beauties of Southern Wu, stood outside the gate of the Jin family.

She still covered her face with a light veil, not revealing her true face, only revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, conveying her peerless beauty.

"Miss Xianyun?"

A subordinate waiting outside the gate of the Jin family was a little surprised, he didn't expect the Guan family to come so quickly, but why did Guan Xianyun come alone?

"Caiyan is coming back soon, I know she has been through a lot of bad things, I think all I can do is comfort her."

While talking, the sound of the carriage in the distance, Jin Caiyan's still pretty face poked out of the carriage window: "Sister Xianyun, thank you, get in the carriage, let's go to the drunken wind building to talk." ”

Hearing her words, the people in front of the gate of the Jin family were shocked, and Jin Caiyan's personal maid, who had been waiting there for a long time, exclaimed: "No, Miss, you need to rest for a few days!" ”

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