Xie Sicheng could feel the rope tighten on his neck instantly, the short knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and he closed his eyes.

"Oh, you kid, stop!"

The man's voice sounded behind him, followed by the little girl complaining: "You can't stop when the rope is on, and the little stupid sister didn't teach." ”

Sister Ben only taught them how not to stop, but not how to stop, not because Sister Ben forgot to teach, but because she wouldn't.

"Then let Uncle teach you."

The sudden change made Xie Sicheng open his eyes violently and escape!

But as soon as his body moved, the rope around his neck tightened again, and the little girl cried out dissatisfiedly behind him, "Uncle Green Wolf, you see, he wants to run." ”

Lang Qing rolled his eyes, the silver-haired foodie in the mansion on Chang'an Street was a wolf!

He unbuttoned his coat, took out the cowhide rope wrapped around his waist, tied Xie Sicheng into five flowers, and said to the little girl: "Why can't you even tie people, this child?" ”

The little girl wrinkled her nose at him: "I will only kill people, not tie people." ”

Lang Qing was stunned, what a philosophical sentence......

Bullshit, bullshit philosophy! If you want Xiao Ye to say it, it's called philosophy, you two little girls who can only set traps, and you can only kill people, so practice for a few more years.

Lang Qing didn't bother to refute them, he didn't want to be said to be bullying the small.

Xie Sicheng listened to them sing and harmonize, and he actually regarded him as a dead man.

He reluctantly closed his eyes again, he didn't expect it to fall into the hands of such a few people.

He remembered the news he heard when he was in Tatar, Huang Yiqing was picked under the horse by Huo Roufeng and trampled to death by the chaotic horse; Zhang Baochen's death was even more worthless, he was killed by his own concubine.

What about him?

He didn't know, he just knew that it was harder to rescue Sijin.

The ancient city wall, the majestic ancient city tower, more than a dozen golden flags fluttering in the night sky, the golden flag, the flag of Xie Jiu Niangzi.

Xie Sicheng was pulled out of the carriage by the two little girls with rope circles, he opened his eyes, and saw the gold, the lights on the city tower were bright, bright as day, and the golden flag was fierce, reflecting the slightly old city tower in the daytime with the glory of the golden wall.

Ten cannons lined up, and the woman in red stood on top of the tower, looking down on all beings from a high position, just like the woman who ruled the world a hundred years ago.

Xie Sicheng's eyes were a little blurry, I don't know if the lights were too bright or the flag was too flashing, he wanted to rub his eyes, but his hands were tied, and he couldn't move.

Is that Huo Jiu?

Is it her?

She's back, it's a game she's set up, she's a hunter, and he's a beast that fell into a trap.

Although the Tartar soldiers brought by Xie Sicheng have retreated, the remnants of the soldiers Yu Yong will not retreat far, maybe there are people nearby, and they are also looking up at the woman on the city tower like him.

The moonlight is like water, just like back then, but the child wearing a tiger head hat on the Ningbo canopy has grown up.

She looked like he didn't expect.

And he became the one she despised.

Maybe he was originally that kind of person, but the moonlight that night was too beautiful, and the clothes were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and like a beautiful veil, covering the good, evil, beauty and ugliness.

If life is only as it first seems.

But they are destined to be two very different kinds of people, like day and night.

Huo Roufeng stretched out her hand and stroked the cannon body, this was the repeating cannon, and today was also the first time she had seen it with her own eyes.

She looked at Xie Sicheng standing under the city tower again, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she said loudly to the distance in the dark night: "Jiahai, you want to come and rob it, have you asked me?" Since you are known as the steppe wolf, then be a wolf on your grassland, this is my city, this is my country, if you want to get involved, that is to find death! Firecrackers! ”

As soon as the words fell, ten cannons were fired in unison, and the dense sound of cannons was deafening, although they knew that these cannons would not hit close, the two little girls still grinned and pulled Xie Sicheng away.

It wasn't until many years later that the people in Chang'an City talked about that night, and the most lively thing they said was the sound of the cannons.

This is her city, this is her country, she is Huo Roufeng, she is Huo Jiu, she is Xie Jiu's wife, she is Zhanhuai's wife.

After tonight, those remaining Tartar soldiers will inevitably bring her words to Jiahai, and at the same time, they will also spread to the capital and Anhui.

Jiahai will know, the little emperor will know, and Mr. Lan will also know.

Since then, the green mountains and green waters, the desert sky, is the world where several of them compete.

Xie Sicheng sighed, he guessed that there would be such a day, but he didn't guess that he would be the first to be out.

"Ah Feng, I was defeated by you today, I am convinced, but I have a reluctance, are you willing to listen?" When the cannon stopped, Xie Sicheng said loudly, and as soon as the words fell, he coughed again.

When his cough gradually stopped, Huo Roufeng said, "Say it." ”

"In any case, the Huo family has the grace of nurturing Brother Ling, please read that Sijin is the only bone and blood of Master Huo, can you let her go? You can cut me with a thousand cuts, but please spare her. ”

Huo Roufeng smiled, sure enough, the Huo family's nurturing grace, Huo Jiang didn't mention it, but someone who was not from the Huo family said it.

"Your sister is here, why don't you brothers and sisters meet and bring someone over!"

Huo Roufeng's voice fell, and Xiaolu and Xie Xiaoben walked out with a woman.

The lights on the tower were bright, illuminating the woman's face clearly.

That's Sijin, it's Sijin, Xie Sicheng burst into tears, since he said goodbye to the capital, he hasn't seen Sijin for three years.

Compared with three years ago, Sijin is thinner, pale and haggard. She is about the same age as Huo Jiu, but standing with Huo Jiu at this moment, one is heroic and cool, and the other is lifeless, like a tree with fallen flowers.

Xie Sicheng's heart was sour, those days of begging for a life on South Street with Sijin behind his back turned out to be the most satisfying and happiest time in his life.

If he could, he still wanted to protect his thoughts behind him and shelter her from the wind and rain like he did when he was a child.

Tears blurred his eyes, Xie Sicheng looked at Huo Sijin on the city tower stupidly, he couldn't go back, he couldn't go back.

"Princess Qing, your brother is down there, can I reunite your brother and sister?" Huo Roufeng, who was on the city tower, said with a smile.

Huo Sijin's head was buzzed by the sound of Fang Cai's cannon, and it took her a while before she realized that Huo Roufeng was talking to her.

Princess Qing, how long has it been since no one called her like that? It seems like a long, long time.

If it was King Qing who won that game instead of Emperor Minghe, then her title would have been changed a long time ago, and she would be the queen.

If she hadn't been kidnapped by the Zhan family when she was in Yangzhou, then she would have gone to King Qing and gave birth to Lin'er with him, then her title would have been changed a long time ago, and she would be the queen mother.

But now, she was taken from Fujian to Henan, and from Henan to Shaanxi.

The prosperity of the past, the honor that was within reach, all of which cannot be obtained, and there is no going back, no going back.