The sunset is red, the afterglow is gilded on the cyan window, the white clothes that hang down from the sky seem to be slowly trimmed with gold, the silk is dispersed with the wind, and a drop of osmanthus is brewed with the mellow fragrance of the ages, "pop-" sound, from his slender jade-like fingertips through the gap to the bottom of the valley.

The white mist that passed through the air was thin, and what splashed in the air was the smell of longing with the smell of sake.

In the green wind, he breathed into frost.

The intensity and heat of the partial raw wine rushed against his heart wave after wave, making him slightly sick.

He slowly squinted his eyes, and in the direction of the City of Tianjin, he gently stretched out his hand, held his wine glass to each other, and invited him in the air, slowly sketched a smile on his lips, and said softly-

"Jiang Zhige, are you okay?"

Was it that night that her clothes were as warm as jade, her eyes were as rough as the stars, or was her smile like a flower that day that made him happy at a glance?

has always been as open-minded as he is, but he can't answer the answer he wants.

It's hard to change.

It's just that they have been trapped, and the struggle is futile.

It's better to use a glass of residual wine, trust acacia, send the past, and hope she is well.

At the sandalwood hollow carved screen, Zi Yan's figure slowly faded out, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the emotions in Qiyuan's eyes, and suddenly it was a little darker in the light and shadow in the dark.

She lowered her eyes, bowed respectfully, and slowly held it in her hand with a brocade hand, and tightened it slightly.

Jinpa wrinkled several times for a while.

"Pavilion master, the window is cold, you are cold, you should not sit for a long time."

Qiyuan turned around slightly drunk, and when he saw that it was Zi Yan coming, he changed his posture and walked down from the window, and said with a smile: "I'm greedy for the three-point coolness here, and it's very strange." Fortunately, Zi Yan reminded you, otherwise you will have to cough again at night. ”

"Zi Yan is just doing her duty."

Zi Yan lowered her head to make tea for Qiyuan, the tea was long and long, with a faint fragrance, and it reached the tip of Qiyuan's nose.

Qiyuan is accustomed to the tip of the hair before the bright, but, at this moment, he stared at the tea motionlessly, silent until the last drop of tea at the mouth of the pot was exhausted.

When Zi Yan's hand was about to be withdrawn, Qiyuan's fingertips were coldly clasped on her wrist, and with a slight force, she controlled her heart!

Zi Yan was flustered for a while, and the fine purple clay pot in her hand fell to the ground, "Click-" There was a crisp sound, and the broken pot pieces fell to the ground, dipped in the fragrant tea leaves, a mess!

And the panic in her eyes seemed to be in the flickering light.

"Pavilion...... Pavilion Master? ”

Zi Yan's lips trembled violently, and the palms of her hands were full of cold sweat.

"Zi Yan. You've been with me for so long, you should know what I hate the most. ”

Qiyuan stared at Zi Yan with a scrutinizing gaze, his eyes were cold and cold, and he held Zi Yanhao's wrist, but at this time, he loosened up and let go of her.

Zi Yan folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen in a panic, bowed her head and knelt in front of the tea, and said in a low voice, "Zi Yan doesn't know what the pavilion master is talking about. But what did Zi Yan do wrong? ”

"You didn't do anything wrong. But today, I'm a little tired. You won't have to take care of my daily life in the future. I'll pick someone again. ”

Qiyuan took the tea in the cup to the window, and as soon as his fingertips loosened, the tea cup flew away in the air with the tea, with a faint tea fragrance and a strange light fragrance scattered in the sky, and fell down rapidly.

"Zi Yan. Yes, sir. ”

Zi Yan bit her lower lip until she bit her lower lip out of white, and then replied.

When she raised her eyes again, her eyes were already a mess.

"Stand down."

Qiyuan stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, looking at a vast white mist, and letting the wind blow away the broken hair on his forehead.

"Yes."

Zi Yan bowed down and got up, and there was already blood on her knees.

And on top of the broken tea cup, there was also a blood stain that had melted, like a demonic flower that bloomed rapidly in the dark night, poisonous and hurtful.

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In the spring of March in the year of Renxu, the emperor of the city of Tianjin drove his own expedition, waved his army to the south, Kuang Sheji, and helped millions of Li people.

The sound of drums, flag hunting, bottle cups, drinking spirits, raising shields and halberds, prancing horses and mountains and rivers, cutting throats in the wind and sand for thousands of miles without fear!

Cross the six plains, go to the seven rivers, go around the eight rivers, turn over nine hills, and finally reach the border city.

Standing on the commanding heights, two black horses carrying Ye Shengji and Jiang Zhige respectively on the cliff and looking south at the military situation.

Far away, all of them are burning, killing and looting, and the city is full of fire, burning people's last hope. Black smoke billowed everywhere, spears, knives and spears were everywhere, and killing was commonplace. A soldier from the Fire Domain crossed over the city wall and stabbed his sharp spear into the heart of the woman and child without hesitation, splashing more than three feet of blood! And the baby in the hands of the women and children who was waiting to be fed also fell to the ground with a wow!

When the soldier in the fire domain saw that it was a baby on the ground, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he still aimed the knife and spear in his hand at the baby and poked it!

"Damn!"

A pebble in Ye Shengji's hand flew over quickly, and with a sound it passed through the knife and spear in the soldier's hand, and in a perforated hole, he clearly saw a pebble going straight to his heart, and with a snort, it went into the depths of the intestines, and the soldier looked at the last world in despair and fell to the ground again.

In his eyes, there was a desperate struggle.

Ye Shengji flew down, all the way towards the crying baby, fell to the ground as fast as possible, and gently picked up this young life. At the same time, he also saw a homemade rattle quietly tumbling down from the arms of the fallen soldier.

It turned out that he was also the father of a child.

Ye Shengjin didn't say much, just squatted down, closed his eyes for him, and then slowly got up, his eyes were gloomy and sympathetic in the wolf smoke, and shouted towards the height of thousands of miles: "The army is marching!" ”

With his order, the millions of troops belonging to the city of Tianjin poured into the city that had already been devastated like a tide, and one after another bayonets pierced the opponent's heart, and at the same time, they were unfortunately pierced by the opponent.

On the cyan stone slab, there was already a river of blood, meandering into a thin and long stream of blood, burrowing into the cracks of the stone, provoking the emerald green weeds, and brushing the evil color from green to red! The sky above the entire border city was filled with the smell of blood and burning sulfur, and where the thick smoke was billowing out, there was a continuous splash of blood on the germanium yellow city wall from time to time, which was shocking red!

The killing, from here, begins.

The only way to stop killing is to kill.

Ye Shengjian held the young baby in his hand and also pierced the throat of a Fire Domain soldier!

And the baby in his arms seemed to be tired of crying, and slept in his arms into a stable and pitiful appearance, and could not see or hear this domineering, killing.

"Kill! Those who deceive me in the city of gold will be punished! ”

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