In the summer, the scorching sun is needless to say, the sky is on fire, and you don't have to wait for you to chant a song of lotus leaves or lotus flowers reflecting the sun, and the hoarse cicadas on the trees at noon will be noisy, roaring a few times, turning into a sentence: hot and hot......

In the early morning, the rising sun was half shy, like a naughty doll, hiding behind the clouds, unwilling to be buried, struggling, poking his head out, taking advantage of the clouds not paying attention, secretly sprinkling a few traces of golden light. The sun shines through the window, waking up Jiang An in his sleep, the light is suddenly strong, he is a little uncomfortable, he raises his hand to cover his eyelids, for a long time, rubbing the corners of his eyes, at first glance the sun is shining today, stretch his waist, and suddenly feel in good spirits.

It's like these days, for some reason, but whenever I dream of Ah Wei at night, when I wake up in the morning, I always feel in good spirits. I couldn't help but sigh, Ah Wei ...... In a trance, he tilted his ears, heard the yellow warbler chirping outside the window, saw the flowers swaying, colorful butterflies flying, and wanted to miss the beautiful scenery of a good day, but suddenly thought of the war pouring and the people displaced, so he felt sad for no reason and sighed.

There was a knock on the door, as if a little cautious, a little hesitant. A slightly immature voice asked, 'The prince is well.' ’

When Jiang An heard this, he knew that it was the young man with clear eyes yesterday, whose name was Xiujie, so he got up and responded lazily, "Come in." ’

Xiu Jie pushed the door in, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the prince had collapsed sideways, not yet dressed, and the golden sunlight poured down, sprinkling on the man's bare shoulders, outlining a perfect arc, as if there was a faint circle of light.

He couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, his face blushed to the base of his neck, and he lowered his head to apologize again and again, "Prince, I ......" He snorted, a little cramped and uneasy, turned his eyes to avoid his gaze, and hurriedly said, "It turns out that the prince has not yet gotten up, so Xiu Jie called the maid to come and serve." Without waiting for Jiang An to answer, he turned around and wanted to leave, but he heard Jiang An call behind him, "You are slow." ’

He turned around, his eyes were sad, and cold sweat was even dripping from his head, so he had to turn around and salute, and said stiffly, "I still hope that the prince will forgive his sins, Xiu Jie really doesn't know how to serve the people in the royal family......

'Haha! Jiang An smiled heartily, took the clothes casually, draped them on his body, and when Xiujie came back to his senses, he had already put them on, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and his standing up was meaningful, "Xiujie when I don't know how to dress?" ’

Xiu Jie's face turned red and he snorted, 'Xiu Jie is not ......'

Seeing his embarrassed look, Jiang An smiled in his heart, and stopped teasing him, and asked, 'What's the matter?' Looking at Xiu Jie, he felt that his eyes were clear and translucent, like a newborn baby. He looked at the young man in front of him, looking at his expression, he should be a few years younger than himself.

Xiu Jie blinked his eyes and grinned, revealing a few white teeth. As soon as he grasped the sword in his hand, he said loudly, 'Protect the prince! ’

'Oh? Seeing his determined expression, Jiang An didn't feel a little funny, so he stepped forward, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked matter-of-factly, "Protect me?" ’

Xiu Jie nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice, 'The prince's identity is golden......

He said those polite and even impassioned words, but Jiang An seemed to have not heard it, slowly walked to the window, glanced at the beautiful scenery, and sighed The summer scenery is just right.

Glancing at the young man behind him, he stroked his hand, and the chasing wind hanging on the wall flew in the air, his strength was strong, and he was close to Xiu Jie, his eyes were sharp, and he only turned around to catch the chasing wind, and his strength was so great that his body unconsciously took a step back.

He raised his eyes, a little vigilant, and looked at Jiang An suspiciously.

'The small pond is shallow and near the river willows, and the waves are sparkling and hurting the evening. Jiang An's eyes never left the beautiful scenery outside the window, and he chanted two lines of poetry to himself, and asked casually, "How is this sword?" ’

Xiu Jie grinned, pulled the sword away, the sword edged out, the cold light came, the tip of the sword was full of light, and even the sun and moon were colorless. Xiu Jie held the sword in his hand, danced a few times in the air, the silver sword body reflected his shining eyes, raised his hand and stroked it, and the extremely cold qi on the tip of the sword gushed out, like ten thousand years of cold ice, cold to the bone. Xiu Jie was shocked, and retracted his hand with a 'whoosh', and when he had to cover it again, he felt that there seemed to be a hanging tiger in the sword, a dragon in the deep mountains, a tiger roaring and a dragon groaning, almost wanting to break out of the air.

'Good sword! The young man's eyes were delighted, and he blurted out a heartfelt admiration. Raised his hand to collect the chasing wind, touched the sword body lightly, and still couldn't put it down.

Jiang An turned around, looked scowling, and proposed, "You said you protected me? Why don't we make a bet? ’

'Bet? When the young man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the prince thought in his heart.

Jiang An stepped forward to take a look at him, and as soon as he raised his hand, Xiu Jie's hand suddenly fell off, flew straight out, and hung it on the wall again. This scene made Xiu Jie dumbfounded.

Jiang An smiled lightly and pointed to the sword on the wall, "This sword has its own spirituality, and it is called, chasing the wind day by day." He looked at me and said slowly, "If you defeat me, this sword will be yours, and it will prove that you have the ability to protect me." ’

Without waiting for Jiang An to continue, the young man's eyes showed an extremely happy light, and then disappeared again, only to hear him ask in a low voice, 'What if I lose?'

Jiang An smiled ambiguously, "Without him, if you lose, follow me from now on!" ’

The light in Xiujie's eyes gradually dimmed, as if he was a little lost, he lowered his head and muttered, "My mother will definitely not go with me." ’

Jiang An patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "This sounds like you're going to lose!" Jian raised his eyebrows, looked back and asked, 'What, dare to bet?'

The corners of Xiujie's mouth twitched, and his dissatisfied voice sounded, with a little childishness, and snorted, "Why don't you dare?"

Jiang An glanced at him, only to feel that the young man was innocent at this time, and he didn't look like other people's flattering faces at all, and he laughed out loud, as if the haze of the imminent war had also been swept away, and he looked back and said, "Dusk Trail, Xiu Jie Mo is too late." ”

The young man who called Xiujie pursed his lips and clenched the sword in his hand, as if he was very confident in his ability. Jiang An caught a glimpse of him like this, smiled slightly, and waved his hand to signal him to retreat.

The night was as dark as ink stains in the clear water, and soon the land was silent, and even the frog sounds that were common in the summer night faded away, and the heaven and earth fell into a deathly silence. On the bank of the Hengqin River, Xinwu slept, and the big tent of Qi Ning slept, and even this precarious chatter didn't care about the bloodstained fire, and Huhu fell asleep.

Mei Guyan, the lord of Liaoyin City, faced the army of the tiger and wolf, and burned the surrounding thirty miles according to the prince's message, which actually played a role, so Ye Jin led the army to camp thirty miles away, for two consecutive days, and did not move. At this time, I was finally relieved and could sleep peacefully.

Suddenly, the eyes turned into a sea of fire, and the brave and warlike Qining people slaughtered their horses, and the clouds stood on ladders, and the arrows were like rain. He stood at the head of the city with a sword, blood-stained robe, raised his arms and shouted, raised his eyes to see the battle flag fluttering, and the huge word "Mei" was in his eyes, he could not remember when he had such a scene. An enemy rushes up the wall, he draws his sword and slashes down, and another one comes again, and he breaks off his head with his sword, and another ...... In the blink of an eye, on the city wall, there were people all over the city, he touched the cold sweat on his head, and wanted to shout, but he saw that his soldiers around him instantly changed into Qi Ning's clothes, and came fiercely with swords. The sword danced wildly, the flesh and blood flew sideways, he drew his sword and fought, Qingfeng was broken, even if he was bare-handed, he had to fight the people in front of him. I don't know how long this kind of fight lasted, suddenly there was a pain in my waist, I looked down and saw a person smiling, a sword did not enter my waist, and I shouted in my heart that it was not good, and I staggered down, and the sword and gun had no eyes, and I stabbed myself in an instant......

'Oops! In the dark night, there was a sudden cry of pain, and Mei Guyan, the lord of Liaoyin City, woke up from his dream in an instant, sat up suddenly, touched a handful of cold sweat on his head, and panted like a cow. In the dream, the sword was in a faint pain at this time, and he raised his hand and rubbed it, thinking that he must have committed the old problem again.

Frightened, he raised his hand and touched the person beside him, 'It's still there, it's still there.' After a few mutters, he relaxed. A woman on the couch whispered a few muttered words, rolled over, and fell back into a deep sleep. He tugged the quilt for her, leaned over and kissed her forehead, smiled, and lay down himself, staring at the hopeless darkness in front of him, but his heart was surprisingly sober and not the slightest tired. The gaze seems to look through the eyelids, through the cool quilt, through the darkness, looking at the battlefield in those dreams. I remember the scene at the last moment, he fell, watching the blood-stained flag fall, scattered, and burned by the red flames, in the firelight, there were a few remaining brushstrokes, and it was vaguely seen that it was the word 'plum'.

When he opened his eyes, it was dark. I didn't feel sleepy, so I lifted the quilt, and I was afraid of waking up my wife, so I tiptoed to the bed, walked to the desk in the dark, lit a bean-sized oil lamp, took a pen and paper, and there were countless sourness in my heart, which turned into a long sigh at this time.

The hand holding the pen stopped in the air, but he didn't know how to put down the pen for a long time, and a drop of thick ink dripped on the white paper, leaving black marks. He froze there, sighing.

The woman on the couch rolled over and coughed lightly in her sleep. Mei Guyan was shocked, and hurriedly extinguished the oil lamp, and in a panic, he actually knocked over the ink. The pean-sized oil lamp seemed to be working against him, and instead of being extinguished, the candlelight burned his hand. Mei Guyan was in pain, almost wanted to exhale lightly, looked at the person on the bed, hurriedly covered his mouth, and closed back a cry of pain.

Leng Wanyu, the city lord's wife, heard the sound, rubbed her sleepy eyes, leaned out slightly, and asked dimly, "What?" ’

When she opened her eyes, she saw that the pen and ink on the table were scattered, and her husband was bent down in front of the table, hurriedly trying to extinguish the oil lamp, and when he saw her get up, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and his face twitched, and he was replaced by a flattering smile, "Madame......"

Leng Wanyu's heart was on fire for a while, she grabbed the pillow with her hand and smashed it over, scolding, 'Mei-Gu-Yan! Lifting the brocade quilt, he didn't care about the hair scattering, and the wind and fire came down, and he tore the paper in his hand, tore it into pieces and threw it at him. Mei Guyan hid around the table with a smiling face, and said again and again, "Madam, alas...... Madam! If you have something to say, don't you...... Alas, don't smash ...... Don't ...... the papers were messy in front of his eyes, and the woman in front of him was pointing at him angrily, and the words were smashing like cannons, 'for the fifth time!' She raised the rice paper in her hand and patted it on his head, "It's the fifth time, Mei Guyan!" You say, I wrote a suicide note again, didn't I? ’

'You coward! Look at your little bit of talent! Qi Ning people are still thirty miles away, this suicide note has been written several times, you still talk about the Yin City Lord, I bah! Leng Wanyu jumped to her feet and scolded, took a box of ink on the table, and smashed it at him.

Mei Guyan didn't expect that she was holding ink this time, she was shocked, and when she was busy dodging, another box of ink was thrown, not biased or oblique, and it happened to hit Fang Cai's aching waist, and there was a sudden convulsion.

'Oops! Mei Guyan was in pain, covering her waist with one hand, blocking all kinds of objects that might fly with the other, and looked up at Leng Wanyu and said, "Alas, madam, back pain, back pain......

'Pretend, I'll let you pretend again!' She cursed, shuddering and searching for things around her, touched a teacup, and threw it abruptly, 'I'll let you reload it!' ’

Mei Guyan had unbearable pain in her waist, a teacup hit, but she staggered and didn't dodge, she was hit by her, staggered a step, leaned against the wall, frowned slightly, and even turned pale.

Seeing his expression, Leng Wanyu expected that it must be an attack of an old injury, and she felt a little unbearable in her heart, and she also felt that it was a little excessive, so she stopped, snorted coldly, and called outward, "Liu'er, Liu'er!" ’

The maid who called Liu'er was sleepy-eyed, pushed the door in, and saw that the cups and plates in the house were in a mess, the pen and paper were flying, the lady was standing in the middle angrily, and the city lord was standing in the corner of the house with a pale face, knowing that the city lord and the lady must have quarreled again, such a scene, I don't know how many times it has been repeated, and it is not surprising that she has seen a lot, and she can't help but laugh in her heart.

Leng Wanyu turned around, sneered, twisted the brush, and pretended to be coquettish, "Liu'er, your city lord's small waist is twisted, call the doctor, so you are waiting!" This twisted his waist, and it was not practical to send him to death on the battlefield! ’

'You! Mei Guyan's face was pale, pointing at her, a burst of anger swelled up on her face, but she trembled and didn't say anything.

'How?' Leng Wanyu took a step forward, took the teacup in her hand, raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at her contemptuously, raised her hand, and was about to smash it. Seeing this, Liu Er hurriedly stepped forward to help Mei Guyan and said, "City lord be careful." ’

Mei Guyan glanced at her, although she was angry, seeing her look, her aura was a little weaker, and when she went out, she turned around and pointed lightly, "Vixen, shrew!" ’

'Yo ---' Leng Wanyu's thin voice came from behind her, and she teased, "Lord City, don't flash your waist!" ’

After hearing this, Mei Guyan paused, as if her waist hurt a little more, and she couldn't help but sigh, but she scolded in her heart, stinky woman!