Hearing this, Ye Shuifu's eyes suddenly showed a look of extreme joy, she turned her head and giggled, panting, and even the purple yarn on her face was blown and rippling, jumping and jumping, as if she was about to lift it. Ye Jin was stunned for a moment, and then read the meaning in her eyes, those eyes, outlined like a crescent moon, can speak, and suddenly laughed lightly, "I see, haha, I see!" Ye Jin was a little surprised, and walked away, no longer paying attention to the giggling woman.

The veil on his face was a little loose, his breath flowed, and he was about to fall, Ye Shuifu suddenly panicked, and hurriedly stroked the purple veil on his face, and a few traces of hidden pain flashed between his eyebrows. She finally hung her head and said nothing. Ye Shuifu sat in the cabin, looking at the only remaining trace of blue sky above her head, and let out a hoarse whine in her throat, so she straightened Jiang An's body and let him lie on her body. A trace of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, Ye Shuifu's eyes saw a little distress at first glance, and he hurriedly took out a light purple handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood gushing out of the corner of his mouth.

Ye Jin turned around and saw this, and he was even more angry, and he rushed to the side of the little sister with an arrow, grabbed her wrist, and reproached, "Golden branches and jade leaves, how can you be so rude?" ”

She frowned and struggled, although she couldn't tell what she was saying in her throat, she could still hear a little anger, she frowned, her little hand slapped on Ye Jin's hand, struggled to squeeze the handkerchief in her hand, turned her head, and blocked her breath. Seeing this, Ye Jin had to don't look around, although it was according to her temperament, she still muttered in her heart, if she was really a princess who grew up in the mountains, her style of acting was really ...... It's extraordinary.

Ye Jin turned his head and glanced at the purple-clothed woman who was carefully wiping the wound on the neck of the enemy, and her eyes couldn't help but show a little pity. In a blink of an eye, her figure overlapped in a trance with the seven-year-old girl who was crying and refusing to leave eleven years ago. He still remembered that at that time, Shui Fu had just turned seven years old, and he was still a little baby who didn't know anything, but because of the words prophesied by the mountain masters, "If you have no luck, you won't live to be eleven", which made King Qi Ning ruthless, and will be the daughter of a young child, confined in a foreign land thousands of miles away from home, for a full eleven years. Now, having escaped the catastrophe of heaven, she has finally returned. Ha, Ye Jin's throat suddenly let out a wry smile, and glanced at the woman behind her, her serious appearance, just like eleven years ago, leaning over in the imperial garden, taking care of an injured bird. Yes, she came back, but after all, she could only cover her face with a light veil, and she could no longer sing a little song like a yellow warbler in her throat.

Ye Jin heard that there was no movement outside, so he raised his hand and gently knocked on the wings of the boat. The wings seemed to be able to sense their master's thoughts, and with a crunch, a crack slowly opened. Ye Jin looked out against the gap, only to see that Donglai's Dizhou suddenly appeared within twenty zhang, before the Dizhou, Han Yi's eyes were like torches, standing with a sword, it seems that the Dizhou of the Ningqi should be sinking! Several Qi Ning brothers on the boat should all be ...... Ye Jin clenched his fists, and a weird sneer came out of his throat, "Hmph, it's not slow to chase after you." ”

He turned his head and said to Ye Shuifu behind him, "Sister Fu, light the lamp!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Ye Shuifu vigilantly picked up a few lanterns in front of him, folded the fire twist, and carefully lit them one by one, Ye Jin waved his hand, and pressed the long sword embedded in the recess of the ship's side down hard, and the steel wings that grew from the side of the ship closed suddenly, turning into a veritable iron box, even the last trace of blue sky on the head was obscured, and for a while, there was only a slightly dim light emitted by a few lanterns left in the cabin.

Han Yi stood on top of Dizhou with a sword, and when he saw that the prince was captured, he was naturally anxious, and hurriedly ordered the Donglai soldiers to kill all the remaining stragglers in Qiling, and then hurriedly drove Dizhou and chased after the boat that was alone in the river. However, the miraculous things in front of him were one after another, just before the side of the ship grew wings out of thin air, and the rain of arrows shot was blocked back, and at this time, the sky was completely sealed, isolating it from the outside world, I don't know what to do. Just when he was wondering, he was not paying attention, and when he came back to his senses, he raised his eyes and saw that the river was flowing eastward in front of him, and the boat in the river had long since disappeared. Han Yi was furious for a while, and asked the soldiers around him to know that the strange container that was like an iron box actually dived into the water in an instant, and his whereabouts were unknown.

Ye Jin sat in the gloomy cabin, holding a lantern to his side, in the dim light, he sneered, "It took the people of Qining five years of hard work to make the submarine boat, how can the people of Donglai understand the mystery contained in it?" ”

At this point, the dust has settled on this extremely tragic fight, and this conspiracy that has been planned for a long time has only come to light. At the beginning of the border and when the smoke of gunpowder clears, I ask, who is the final winner? Perched on a lemon hu? Under the painstaking management, the Qining people captured the prince of Donglai who they wanted to get rid of for many years, and he was also the first general of Donglai-Jiang An, but they paid the price of 30,000 people for this, and the battle was still lost. Dong Laihu? Resisting foreign insults, protecting the family and defending the country, the king of Donglai will plan and get rid of his own henchmen, Jiang An, it can be said that he kills two birds with one stone, but such a toss, is it a curse or a blessing?

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the world was decided, each other was drunk, and returned triumphantly. Trance is a storm that passes, and finally the clouds open and the moon shines. Since then, it is still a high-rise building, and no one remembers the 30,000 lemon soldiers who died in the belly of the fish, and the suburbs of Liaoyin City with white bones. The Hengqin River, which was dyed blood-red, was still rolling and flowing as before, along with the thoughts in the spring boudoir dream, and it was taken to the east. In the end, who broke the string, how many red faces, how many lovesickness broke, only the blood stained the ink and cried the grave.

On the outskirts of Liaoyin City, the battle flag was toppled and the firelight gradually extinguished, reflecting a woman in white who was huddled, with green silk scattered and her skirt disheveled, kneeling in a bush on the outskirts of the city, her eyes were empty, and her hands dug out the mud under her inch by inch, until her fingertips were bloody. If the chattering yin who survived his life saw it, he might still vaguely remember the delicate eyebrows and beautiful face, and sighed, isn't that the city lord's wife Leng Wanyu? She leaned over there in a daze, her eyes were empty and weak, and she threw out the dug dirt one by one, with a foolish smile on her face, and muttered in her mouth, "Mei Guyan...... Mei Guyan ...... I'm back, you're coming out, so much, so much...... Which one is you? ”

That's right, she's crazy, so completely crazy. Perhaps, only by going crazy can we forget those painful pains, calmly face the tragic reality, weave a dream, and indulge forever and ever, in that dream, those loves, those loves, those people, as if they have never faded away.

Thousands of sails have passed, watching has become a monument, love has finally sunk, once in a thousand years.

Under the rain of sycamores, green silk and gorgeous hair, I still remember a little cinnabar between your eyebrows, and I was promised to accompany the world.

In a trance, I guarded the platform, wandering several times, watching the swifts return.

On the bank of the Qingshui River, by the river of the Lichuan River, the lonely moon hangs in the air, crushing a smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the Xinwu City Lord's Mansion, Yan Qinglet held a feather fan in his hand, swaying it gently, listening to Han Yi say this, but his eyebrows frowned little by little. He lowered his head, remained silent, took the tea in the cup one by one, and in a trance, frowned, and laughed lightly, "Yan has never felt that this tea is so bitter and difficult to swallow." ”

Han Yi stood beside him, drooping his head and not speaking. The two of them faced each other, silently, for a long time, Yan Qingsongfang raised his head, waved his hand, and laughed, "It's okay!" Even if he follows the wrong person, even if the prince is not the overlord of the troubled times that I Yan wants to follow, the prince is kind-hearted, cares about the world, feels the king's knowledge, and is fortunate to follow him for a few years, Yan Qingsong has no regrets in this life! ”

After speaking, he knelt down, bowed to the south, and bowed three times before getting up. In the sleeve took the seal ribbon, left on the case, Yan Qingsong asked for a white horse, a white clothes, fast horse whip, to the north, since then idle clouds and wild cranes, Nanshan retreated, do not come back.

The unfinished cup of tea was still left on the case, and it gradually turned cold.