Jiang An screamed, with a lot of anger, like on the eve of a rainstorm, the heavy black clouds in the sky were overwhelmingly suppressed. Yan Qingsong frowned, the feather fan in his hand stagnated, and he thought in his heart, he had followed the prince for many years, and he had never seen him so angry, and he ...... today. He turned his head and squinted his eyes and secretly glanced at Han Yi, a little puzzled, and more a little unpredictable. Looking up at the prince's angry gaze, he pursed his lips and smiled, lowered his head, and said no more. At this time, Han Yi looked up at Jiang An, there was not the slightest fear in his eyes, and he waved his hand and said awe-inspiringly, "It's me." ”

"Hmph." Jiang An snorted coldly in his throat, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out violently in an instant, and when he stepped forward, he raised his hand and hit Han Yi in the face with a heavy punch, and the strength was so great that he staggered, and his body couldn't help but take a step back. Han Yi tilted his head, laughed, wiped the blood gushing out of the corner of his mouth, and still didn't see any fear or remorse in his eyes, he leaned down and knelt down, his eyes were still looking directly, and he said in a low voice, "Prince......"

Jiang An looked down at him, his eyes were cold, his eyes were full of irrepressible anger, and he said sharply, "You still know that I am a prince!" After the words came out, it was a turn, just stretched out his hand, the wind-chasing sword hanging on the wall suddenly unsheathed, instantly held in Jiang An's hand, he was furious, stepped forward, and slashed a sword, which was to cut at the kneeling lieutenant general in front of him, the sharp sword light was mixed with boundless anger, almost wanting to split the kneeling lieutenant in half. Seeing this, Yan Qingsong was shocked, hurriedly rushed to Jiang An's eyes, leaned down and knelt down, hugged him by the waist, and exclaimed, "The prince can't!" ”

Jiang An was angry, where could he manage so much, he flew up and forced him away, the palm wind was fierce, Yan Qingsong was suddenly knocked to the side, chasing the wind in his hand, showing his ability to do it day by day, mixed with monstrous anger, and slashed towards Han Yi. At the critical moment, the moment Yan Qingsong fell to the ground, he suddenly threw the feather fan in his hand forward, and the feather fan condensed into a white light, colliding suddenly, and flicking the deadly wind-chasing sword away.

Taking advantage of a few gaps, Yan Qingsong rushed forward, hugged Jiang An, and shouted hoarsely, "The prince can't!" Kill the general before the battle, which is not good for the army! ”

Hearing this, Jiang An was stunned for a moment, and finally a chuckle appeared on the corner of his lips, "Haha." Jiang An turned around, flipped his wrist lightly, and instantly chased the wind back to the sheath, his eyes were still cold, looking down at Han Yi condescendingly, and said awe-inspiringly, "Even if I am suspicious, even if my wings are cut to pieces, I am still the prince of Donglai, the commander of the three armies, and it is me, not you, who decides all this." ”

The fierce offensive did not seem to have entered the heart of the deputy general, his body knelt straight, there was no fear on his face, and some of them just looked at death as if they were at home, "The prince said very much," he leaned over and kowtowed, his words were sincere, but there was no remorse, "Since we have decided to follow, we should be willing to be driven by the prince, and we dare not have half a point of trespassing, but no one here wants to sacrifice meaninglessly, Han Yi's actions are just to ask for a life for himself and for the soldiers of the three armies who have been fighting in the past." ”

"Haha." Jiang An chuckled, Fang Cai's monstrous anger disappeared, a look of incomprehension appeared on his face, and he turned around and said, "Live?" ”

"At this moment, no one wants to live in the world, and who wants to sacrifice for those who have nothing to do? Nothing is meaningless. Han Yi leaned over and kowtowed, raised his head and talked eloquently.

"Hmph, that's as you said," Jiang An snorted coldly, as if he was stung by something, turned his head, and said sharply, "Where is the prestige of the Donglai army, and what is the duty of the soldiers?" He raised his hand and pointed at Han Yi, clicked a few times in the air, and read for a long time, "You, in vain." ”

After hearing this, Han Yi smiled dumbly, "If everyone is like a prince, willing to serve the people wholeheartedly, regardless of their own gains and losses, how can there be disputes in this world?" He shook his head, "It's a fairyland, not an earthly world, but what's the point of such a tasteless life, one day and another life, simple and repetitive, extremely boring?" He leaned over and kowtowed, with a bit of sadness in his voice, "Han Yi is just a worldly person's ear, this time I violated the military order, the prince wants to kill me, and I have nothing to say." It's just that the prince is noble and bright, and he loves the world, Han Yi has no regrets following the prince in this life," he paused and laughed, "I don't regret today's decision." ”

"Hmph." Jiang An turned his back to him, squinted slightly, and coldly ordered behind him, "This time to pursue the remnants of Qi Ning, your head will be sent for the time being," he turned around, his eyes were still like a thousand years of ice, making people cold to the bones, "When the war is over, I will definitely take your life for this chattering people, and you will definitely pay the price you deserve!" ”

Yan Qingsong stood on the side, the feather fan shook gently, and he was leisurely, still watching the two people in front of him with cold eyes, looking at the prince in golden armor, standing heroically in the hall, the figure was a little majestic, still a little floating, like a fragrant white lotus out of the mud without staining, but at this time, it was so far away, as if it was not the young man he knew back then. The prince of his youth, a hero of his life, and at this time, he ,...... The feather fan in his hand shook slightly, but the smile on his lips gradually froze at the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help but lose his mind a little, and muttered, "Is this the person I Yan Qingsong wants to follow all my life?" He, may be called the overlord of this troubled world? Yan Qingsong was a little disappointed and shook his head, "Overlord?" He is always a little ruthless...... It's too ideal, too pure, too upright. ”

Last night's shower came and went, and it went as fast as lightning. Soon after the rising sun, Qi Ling Ye Jin led the army to capture Liaoyin City, under the good news, the soldiers played triumphant songs, sang and danced, drank wine, and their faces were full of joy of victory. However, Commander Ye Jin's face was always cloudy and gloomy. The coach is like this, and all the commanders know that the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. Victory is just a flashy trick, but the real crisis is lurking in the shadows, and it is their group of nominal victors who are really in danger.

In the midst of the crisis, Ye Jin did not dare to delay, expecting that 10,000 people were in the city, and Jiang Anxin would definitely not rush to Hengqin. Thinking of this, he hurriedly prepared the boats, all crossed the river to attack Xinwu, and strived to take the lead, as long as he landed on the shore of Xinwu, he could get rid of the danger and turn against the guest. But when he didn't want to cross the river, the upstream Jinliang opened the dam of the night, and on the Hengqin River, the waves were suddenly turbulent and the waves were huge. The water waves as high as dozens of zhang rose out of thin air, striking with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas, hitting the washing boats on the Hengqin River, hitting the ground and falling to the ground, the bones were gone, and the water surface suddenly rose a huge whirlpool, like the bloody mouth opened by the devil, and devoured many washing boats. For a while, screams, falling water, and cries for help followed. In the face of natural strength, all the struggles were in vain, and in an instant, most of the purifying boat had been lost, and even the flagship that Ye Jin himself was riding was also shaking in the turbulent river. Hengqin's angry waves rolled, the low embankment collapsed, and poured itself into Liaoyin City, and the waves were raging, razing the small mountain city to the ground.

The sun is scorching, and the plantain is rising. Last night's shower washed the blue sky, and by the way, it also swept through the mountain mist, the fine water in the forest, the chirping of birds, and the dancing of butterflies, a peaceful scene. At this time, on the top of the towering Shidu Mountain, on a piece of bluestone standing majestically, two women, one purple and one white, stood in the wind, looking at the spectacular scenery of the water in the distance. The stream is murmuring, the bamboo shadow is dashing, and the breeze gently raises the skirts of the two, condensing into a beautiful scenery between this vast world and the world.

The woman in white stood quietly behind the woman in purple, holding a light purple carved dragon box in her arms, more than three feet long. And the woman in purple looked at the battle in the distance with cold eyes, caressing the breeze and dancing with the wind, revealing a slightly empty and beautiful face. Her eyebrows are like spring willows, her face is like a hibiscus, her eyes are like streamers, her lips are more than the crescent moon, and the summer sun is sprinkled on her body, as if she has lost her edge, and she is much more docile in a blink of an eye. Under the streamer, a layer of gold edging was placed around her body, which was beautifully like a dream.

The arrogance in the Moyu Pavilion was diluted, the wind and dust in the flower shadow moon were missing, and the innocence in the red leaves of Rongcheng was gone, with purple eyes and purple hair, standing on that piece of bluestone, his clothes fluttering, like a fairy in the forest.

The black crystal-clear eyes stared at the surging river in the distance, the impact of the water waves, Li Min's call, and the tragic scene couldn't enter her heart for half a minute. The corners of the cold and arrogant lips raised knowingly, turned back slightly, opened his lips lightly, and asked Mu Xi, who was holding the box behind him, with a soft voice, like this breeze in the forest, slowly blowing, "Jiang An wants to win, to win beautifully, what else is missing?" ”

Behind him, Mu Xi was stunned when he heard this, frowned and thought for a long time, his face was slightly ashamed, and he lowered his eyebrows and said, "Back to the princess's words, Mu Xi is stupid and doesn't know what the princess is referring to." ”

After hearing this, Zi Su raised his eyebrows slightly, and a small handkerchief pickled the corners of his mouth, showing a little charming, and his wrist turned lightly, and a wine jug and a cup appeared out of thin air in the light gauze in his palm. She stood on the bluestone, poured a cup by herself, her eyes flowed, slowly sent to her lips, took a sip, frowned slightly, seemed to be a little displeased, raised her hands, the sake in the cup Lingling spilled, the water droplets condensed, stagnated in the air for a moment, suddenly scattered, annihilated without a trace.

In an instant, without warning, a few lightning bolts suddenly swept through the cloudless sky, and then there were a few thunderstorms with the majesty, and the heavy rain poured down, pouring down in this slightly cold mountain, the rain hit the plantains, making a crackling sound, and a few weak flowers swaying next to the road, presumably they couldn't help the wind and rain, scattered into mud, crushed into dust.

Mu Xi's face was expressionless, she stepped forward, held up the paper umbrella on her wrist, gently leaned on the top of Zisu's head, looked back and smiled, "This wind and rain, princess jade body, don't suffer the wind and cold." ”