Guanzhong

After a bumpy journey, Murong Chong led the remaining eight thousand horsemen to finally reach Guanzhong and defected to his brother, Murong Hong, whom he had not met for several years.

Time passes, everything goes by, I hope he and him are still the same as when they were young.

Pretending to be unconscious all the way, Song Ling lay down and was a little tired.

Yang Zhao's death, like a life-seeking nightmare, wrapped around her throat, making her not know how to face Murong Chong for a while.

He could save her, if he could have arrived earlier, Yang Zhao wouldn't have ......

If she had been, she would have cried and asked him why he hadn't come earlier. But now, she actually had scruples, and that kind of caution made her breathless.

"Do you think that I attacked Kabasaka just for a woman?"

As far as she and him are concerned, she is just an ordinary woman, who can be discarded at will, let alone the overall situation and her.

The woman's eyes were still closed, and the man sat beside her, hesitated for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"Ah Ling, I know, you woke up a long time ago." His eyes darkened.

"I am also very sad about Yang Zhao's death......" he took a deep breath, "Maybe there will be more casualties on the road we will take in the future, and every time I see Xianbei soldiers lying in a pool of blood, I have the pain of cutting my bones with a blade." ”

"But, Ah Ling, I'm in pain, but I have to move forward, because what I'm carrying on my body is the blood feud of the entire Dayan Xianbei clan, and I have no choice or way out."

"I always thought that no matter what happened, you would understand my pain and understand my choice." The man lowered his head and said heavily.

How he wished that the woman could give him a supportive look, a word of encouragement, or the only remaining true embrace in the shadow of a sword and sword as before, when he was at his most vulnerable.

However, in response to him, it was still the indifferent and calm face.

Instead, he sighed and said directly, "Today, Murong Hong and Murong Yue have a banquet, we have just arrived in Guanzhong, our troops are weak, our heels are unstable, and there are too many uncertainties ahead. ”

"If it weren't for the lives of Princess Baojin and Yang Ding in my hands, they might not have formed an alliance with our remnants of the defeated army."

"I hope you can attend today's feast."

At this time, the woman opened her eyes slightly, and along with the unfolding of her eyelids, there were tears flowing down the corners of her eyes.

Little did she know that one day, he would need to be her lobbyist.

When, between her and him, you have to be so polite and unfamiliar.

"I want to see Yang Xue." She said only those five words, and then looked at him no more.

****

Song Ling's serious injury has not healed, and she still stumbles when she walks, but she still insists on going to see Yang Xue.

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

"I promise you!"

Before leaving Chang'an, she promised her that she would bring Yang Zhao back safely.

But she broke her promise.

A woman in the room was hunched down, sobbing from time to time, her shoulders trembling and grief-stricken.

The moment Song Ling entered the room, Yang Xue saw her and immediately stood up and rushed towards Song Ling.

She tugged at her collar desperately, tears raining down, and questioned her over and over again.

"Didn't you say you would bring my brother back safely!"

"Where's my brother!"

"You speak!"

"You pay back my brother!"

Yang Xue's emotions were very excited, she clenched her fists with both hands and kept smashing on Song Ling.

Her white clothes gradually oozed blood red, and many wounds were torn open under the heavy blow.

Song Ling lowered his head and suddenly did not move, from beginning to end, he let Yang Xue beat and scold.

She was completely aware of the pain in her body, but the blow of Yang Zhao's departure was still in deep pain.

She looked at Yang Xue who couldn't cry, and her tears couldn't stop flowing, she lost her brother, she lost her best friend.

When Yuan Xiang saw this scene, she hurriedly stepped forward to pull Yang Xue away, she persuaded, "What are you doing, Miss Ling is also seriously injured, if you continue to fight like this, she will also die." ”

"If she dies, I won't blame her!" Yang Xue still pulled Song Ling's collar tightly, didn't let go, and shouted loudly in a heartbreaking voice, "She came back alive, but what about my brother!" He'll never come back! ”

"Yuan Xiang, don't stop her, I'm sorry for Yang Xue, if beating me can make her feel better, I feel better."

Yang Xue looked at Song Ling's bloodstained white clothes, as well as her painful expression of forbearance and silence, and finally couldn't give up her heart, and her hands gradually slipped down.

She squatted on the ground, curled up, and said in pain, "You know what? My brother is my only relative in this world, and now even he is gone......"

Song Ling squatted down, she gently supported Yang Xue's shoulder, and said sadly, "Yang Xue, Yang Zhao's death, I really hurt!" ”

"My brother also died in the battle against Qin, and I have no relatives in this world." Song Ling sobbed, and the indescribable sadness climbed up to her face, which had always pretended to be strong, and the deepest scar in her heart was ruthlessly revealed.

Yang Xue looked at her, slightly distressed, and the hurt and hatred twisted between her eyebrows faded slightly.

The sword on the battlefield is ruthless, life and death are difficult to understand, how could she not know Song Ling's helplessness?

"The war has ruined our family, but the Qin State is still singing and dancing!" Song Ling held Yang Xue's hand tightly and said firmly, "We have to be strong!" Qin is not extinguished, the world is still undecided, there will be more people like us who are separated from each other! ”

She gently wiped away the tears on Yang Xue's face, and said in an extremely affirmative tone, "Yang Zhao is gone, let me take care of you in the future!" ”

****

Guanzhong

He allowed her to see Yang Xue, and she should also attend with him.

She and Murong Hong hadn't seen each other for many years, so that the man who was now in a strong figure and had a green jade crown was blurred in her previous impression.

I saw Murong Hong and Murong Yue, the king of Anfeng, sitting high in the center of the banquet table together, scanning the Dayan generals on both sides with condescending eyes. And below them are the two generals of King Anfeng, Gao Gai and Su Qinchong. This Su Qin Chong Song Ling has never seen it, but Gao Gai, she is still familiar with it. Back then, Gao Gai was just the deputy general of Dayan's chariot battalion, and he had always obeyed Murong Chong's orders, but now, he actually threw himself under King Anfeng, and he sat on top of Murong Chong.

Although it was said to be a reception banquet for the King of Zhongshan, Song Ling strongly felt the difference between high and low. She suddenly felt that although they had left the Qin State, they seemed to have sent someone under Murong Hong.

That's right, in terms of the current military strength, Murong Chong is far inferior to Murong Hong, who is obscure in Taoguang.

Murong Hong's gaze crossed Murong Chong and landed on Song Ling beside him, and the unconcealable surprise bloomed on his resolute face, and he was as happy as a child.