Like all romantic love stories, the hero will always wake up one day.

When Yingzhu woke up, it was the seventh day that they hurriedly walked in the deep mountains.

That day, Huayang leaned the winning pillar against the tree as usual and turned to fetch water. When she turned around, Ying Zhu suddenly grabbed her hand.

The slender hand grabbed her tightly, so tight, he couldn't break free. He pulled hard, and she threw herself into his arms.

The girl was a little one, and she was rubbed in his arms. The little hand was propped up on the man's chest, and he looked up at him in surprise, not shy. The man also lowered his head and looked at the kitten-like girl in his arms with undisguised tenderness.

In the midst of this dense green forest, a pair of stunning men and women looked at each other, and neither of them spoke. It is so quiet, and some are only lined with green grass and flowers.

"Ah, you're awake. It's not dead, it scares me to death. ”

The girl said happily, looking at Ying Zhu with big amber eyes, blinking and blinking, there was not a trace of impurity in her eyes.

Ying Zheng didn't answer, but just watched Huayang's eyes become more and more gentle, slowly let go of her hand that was being pulled, and gently hugged her.

"Come with me."

Hearing this, Huayang's eyes were bent, and his smile reflected the sunshine even brighter.

"Okay."

The next story is a little weird. Huayang carried the half-dead Winning Pillar on his back, and walked in the mountains and forests for another five days, waking up from sleep when Winning the Pillar. When he was awake, he always leaned quietly on his horse and looked at the girl quietly. There is tenderness in the eyes.

Sometimes when he felt that Yingzhu was looking at her, Huayang would turn around and smile at him. In the deep deserted mountains, they just rely on each other to encourage each other.

Finally, when the two of them were exhausted, they found a village of more than fifty people on the border of Qin and Chu.

Due to the lack of treatment, Yingzhu's injuries became more and more serious, and the time of coma became longer and longer, and the time to be awake was more than one incense injection a day.

Huayang led Chiyang, walked through a mountain, and found the residence of the only doctor in the village.

It was a very inconspicuous dilapidated house, and the roof was full of weeds that had not been cleaned for a long time. Hua Yang almost burst into tears when he saw this room.

She took Yingzhu off Chiyang's back, knocked on the door of the room, and the door opened, and there were only two people living in the room, the old doctor and his granddaughter.

The doctor stepped forward to look at Yingzhu, whose wound had festered and was unconscious. stroked his beard and said slowly, "It can be cured." Huayang almost burst into tears when he heard this.

Huayang had been away from home for too long, so he had to arrange Ying Zhu properly at the doctor's house, and gave him a few gold yuan to let the doctor take care of Ying Zhu before he recovered.

After it was done, Huayang returned to the village, asked a few villagers for a map out of the mountain, and left in a hurry.

At that time, Yingzhu was still asleep.

The next time I saw the winning pillar, it was three years later.

It was a blood-red autumn, and after more than ten years of disdain between Qin and Chu, a great war finally broke out.

The crown prince of Qin personally took command, led 200,000 troops, and walked towards the border.

The monarch of Chu sent the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the general of the Zhenguo State, Mi Fei, to meet the enemy.

The 500,000 army faced each other at the junction of Qin and Chu, and for a while, the wind was loud. And Huayang also went out with his eldest brother this time. Armed with a black iron heavy sword, he became famous for his prestige at a young age. Although he concealed his daughter's body from the outside world, he couldn't hide his graceful figure, like a handsome gentleman, known as Xuanjian Gongzi.

In such an environment, the first snow of autumn swept through the Qinchu frontier at a lightning speed, and the heavy snow covered the mountains and froze three feet. All life is gone.

The two armies held each other on the Yanyu Mountain, facing the wind and snow, facing the enemy. The snow is so big that you can't even see the other party's flag.

Dozens of trumpets sounded at the same time, but before the two sides could attack, they had to defend themselves against an attack from nature. Avalanche.

The army of 500,000 was torn apart by this avalanche, which was rare in a century, and it was scattered. The avalanche stretched for three hundred miles from the Yanyu Mountain to the territory of the Chu State, and the losses were innumerable.

Huayang stood at the front, three years erased the childishness on her face, the whole person looked calm and hidden, when the snow sloped down from the mountain, she immediately took the opportunity to insert the dark iron sword on her back into the ground with all her strength, curled up, and tried to hide behind it.

But when the avalanche came, the hundred-pound Xuantie Sword seemed so vulnerable. She was like a flat boat, swaying in the wind and waves, and she didn't know where to go.

It was one of the most tragic battles of the Warring States period, and more than half of the 500,000 troops were killed because of the avalanche of that prosperous era. Fortunately, the meltwater brought by the avalanche the following year developed agriculture and made the state of Chu unprecedentedly rich and powerful. It's a good story.

It's just that later generations of military scientists are puzzled by where this avalanche came from. After a long period of discussion and debate, they attributed this unintentional insertion to twice the number of horns set up by Qi Fei in order to show his strength.

I don't know how long it took, Huayang finally regained a trace of sanity. In a daze, Huayang seemed to hear someone slowly wiping his face. It took three seconds to recall, and three seconds to react. Hua Yang opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a very magical picture.

Surrounded by bamboo trees on all sides, a clearing was swept away in the middle of the three-foot snow on the ground. Hua Yang was lying in the middle of the clearing at this time, and a beautiful face swayed on her face.

Huayang reflexively picked up the Xuantie Sword and slashed, wanting to kill this mysterious person. But of course it didn't happen. Sheng Shimei stood up calmly and quickly, and took a few steps back. The Xuantie Sword slashed into the air and slammed into the ground, unable to pull it out.

The mysterious man looked at a deep mark on the ground and smiled, "Why are you so violent now?" ”

Huayang asked, "Do you know me?" ”