Perhaps, once their brother and sister are separated this time, they will never see each other.

"Brother!" Yang Xue couldn't hold back any longer, tears slid across her delicate face like beads with broken threads.

Song Ling couldn't help but moisten her eyes when she saw it, and she suddenly remembered Song Xu.

She never expected that her farewell to Song Xu would be a farewell between heaven and man.

If she knew that it was the last time she and Song Xu would have met, she would definitely not quarrel with him, would not blame him again, and would not ......

However, Song Xu, in the end, will never come back.

Song Ling suddenly picked up Yang Zhao's knife and was about to rush out, she said firmly, "You escort Xue'er away, your task, I will go!" ”

Yang Zhao grabbed her, "No! ”

"Yang Xue needs you, you can't risk your life!"

"Since the day I chose to follow the prince, I have long looked down on life and death, and now when I wait for the day of Dayan's rise, no matter what happens tonight, I can do my best, and I have no regrets in this life."

Yang Zhao raised his head high, and his eyebrows were full of spirit, as if the road he was going to take was not dangerous, but the long-awaited avenue of his heart.

Dayan has ministers like this, so why worry about the great cause.

"Yang Zhao!"

"You don't have to say it anymore, I've already made a decision, and I won't change it!"

Instead, he looked at Yang Xue, and finally said, "After I leave, you will listen to Song Ling." ”

After that, he had a sword in his hand, threw out his robe, and his back was firm and resolute.

"Brother!" Yang Xue shouted heartbreakingly, chased out without thinking, and in a hurry, she tripped over her skirt and fell to the ground.

Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, he closed his eyes tightly, listening to Yang Xue's shouts, although his heart was like a knife cut, he was reluctant, but in the end, he didn't look back and walked away.

"Brother, brother, you must come back safely!" In vain, the sun and snow fell to the spot, and the figure was haggard and lonely.

Seeing this, Song Ling hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, and she looked at her, as if she had seen herself many years ago.

"Yang Xue, your brother will definitely come back safely!"

"I promise you!"

****

Binh Duong

The man stroked the white brocade and slowly wiped the sword on the table on display, over and over again, until the sharp edge of the sword was about to illuminate the fading night.

"Lord Wang, 20,000 soldiers and horses are already on standby outside the city, just waiting for the prince's order!" Yuan Xiang knelt on his knees, his eyes were firm, and he said sonorously.

He, at last, waited for this day.

"Is Yang Ding aware of it?" The man asked in a deep voice.

"Everything is going on in secret, and neither Yang Ding nor Princess Baojin is suspicious."

The corners of Murong Chong's mouth moved slightly, and a bloodthirsty smile was raised, and the killing intent was overwhelming.

"Hold them first, wait for news from Chang'an, and then execute them."

"Yes, lord."

Yuan Xiang kowtowed heavily, got up, and prepared to walk towards Yang Ding's room.

Just before he was about to step out of the door, Murong Chong suddenly spoke.

"Yuan Xiang, what do you think we have a chance of winning tonight?"

His eyes were empty and dark, and he opened his mouth leisurely, although he was asking Yuan Xiang, but he was actually asking himself.

After waiting for so long, he can only win this battle, and he must not lose.

Even if the price is a long road paved with blood and thorns piled up with bones, he has to go on without hesitation.

Yuan Xiang put down his sword, threw off his robe and knelt down again, and kowtowed in a deep voice.

"Regardless of success or failure, the ministers are willing to smear the prince's liver and brain, and then die!"

Murong Chong waved his hand and asked him to get up, "You have to live, because we can only win." ”

He looked up again and saw the man with the sword in his hand, with the air of a king, as if he were the king of the world.

****

Song Ling gently patted Yang Xue's back, although Yang Zhao had already walked away, she still couldn't help but be sad and sobbed softly.

In the empty house, there were only two women hugging and crying, mourning in this turbulent night that was about to ignite the beacon fire.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, although the other party deliberately put his footsteps very lightly, but Song Ling could still hear the people he saw, not only were they very skilled, but there were no less than thirty people.

Song Ling vigilantly drew the soft sword at his waist and protected Yang Xue tightly behind him.

Suddenly, the other party pushed open the door and rushed in.

It was too late, it was fast, Song Ling swung his sword up, his body was agile, like a phantom, and he suddenly jumped in front of a man who rushed in first, and his sword was against his throat.

"Miss Ling, it's me!" The man pulled off his mask, and instead of firing back, he spoke respectfully.

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, and quickly withdrew his sword. Seeing that the more than thirty people were all dressed in black, and the person who spoke up, she was no stranger, it was the flying shadow in the Shadow Guard, and she won the trust of Murong Chong.

"Why are you here?" Song Ling couldn't help but ask.

"The prince has an order, let us escort you back to Pingyang." Flying Shadow said earnestly.

When Song Ling heard this, he was stunned in his heart, and couldn't help but take a step back.

She knew that he was worried about her, but he should also know that the big war was coming, and it was impossible for her to leave without a fight!

She glanced at the haggard Yang Xue and brought her to the Shadow Guards, and then solemnly instructed, "You have come at the right time, this is Miss Yang, the sister of General Yang, you must escort her to Pingyang safely!" ”

Yang Xue was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "What about you?" ”

Song Lingdai raised her eyebrows, and barely pulled out a trace of an indifferent smile, like a meteor passing by, only a moment of splendor, fleeting.

"I will stay in Chang'an and go with Yang Zhao!"

"It's too dangerous, you can't do this!" Yang Xue held Song Ling's hand, her whole body trembled slightly, she never thought that she would disregard her own safety for the sake of her brother.

Song Ling also shook Yang Xue's hand tightly, and said with a shallow smile, "Don't worry, I will definitely arrive in Pingyang safely with Yang Zhao." ”

"Girl, no!" Flying Shadow immediately knelt down on his knees and persuaded deeply.

"You get up first." Song Ling stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help him up, but the man just stubbornly knelt down.

"I have received the order of the prince, and I must escort you back to Pingyang safely."

"Then do you know that if I make a decision, it will be the prince, and I can't help it."

****

The candles had gone out in the closed room, and there was only a thick darkness, like night, spreading heavily.

The man in the room was restless and did not feel the slightest sleep.

He leaned against the door with bated breath, peering through the faint light to spy on the movement outside, vigilant as a hedgehog about to be attacked.

The long blade clenched in his hand, never letting go.

"Brother Ding, how's it going?" The woman behind him gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, couldn't help but whisper, and asked cautiously.

The man immediately made a gesture of boosing, pulled her to the side, lowered his voice and said, "The guards outside the door have increased significantly, I guessed right, Murong Chong really had a rebellion." ”

"I'm afraid that tonight, they will have to make a big move."

Princess Baojin was startled, and her eyes couldn't help but widen, as if she couldn't believe her ears, "How could he ...... Brother Chong?"

She shook her head desperately, and weak tears broke through her defenses and went down wantonly, sticking to her long eyelashes and spending that noble and delicate makeup.

No, she doesn't believe it!

She treated him with all her heart, and did not hesitate to turn against her father, who loved her, just to be by his side. As for him, it turns out that all along, he has always only acted on the spot, hypocritical, and never really took her to heart.

And now, he may be even more inclined to rebel against her father, the emperor, and her subjects.

She once naively thought that as long as she worked hard, kept working hard, kept paying, even if it was a moth to the fire, she could heal the pain of the destruction of his country and his lofty ambition.

It's just that she forgot that he was Murong Chong!

That he was the king of Zhongshan in the Yan Kingdom, and he was the great Sima who was high in the sky.

How can the noble blood in his bones allow him to be willing to be ordinary? In the Qin State, he was a mere guard, entrusted to others, and looked up to people for a lifetime.

He won't! Absolutely not!

In the end, she is, still, too stupid and naïve.