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This means that when the king of Qinghai wants to go to Yanbei, he can go to Yanbei when he wants, and you can't do anything about it. 【Fengyun Reading Network. And Cuiwei Pass is located at the junction of Helan Mountain and Cuiwei Mountain, east of which is a plain, without any natural barrier, there is no danger to defend at all, if you want to block the enemy in Qinghai, you can only build a Great Wall along Cuiwei Pass that is thousands of kilometers long.

This is a big joke.

But fortunately, since that time, the king of Qinghai has never come out, it seems that he was idle that day, went out for a walk, and came to tell Yan Xun that there was a neighbor like him. Yan Xun did not dare to be careless, while constantly sending people to Qinghai to listen to intelligence, several times to Cuiwei Pass, hoping to contact the king of Qinghai, while setting up a defensive barrier in the southwest and arranging troops. In this way, it gave Daxia a chance to breathe.

These things were told to her by He Xiao and the others one after another, and in the past two years, Chu Qiao rarely went down the mountain.

The night was so quiet that you could even hear the dogs barking at the bottom of the mountain. Everyone fell asleep, Chu Qiao looked at the stars in the sky, and sat alone until dawn. Everything came without warning, and the news of the rebellion of the Great Guild was like boiling oil, and suddenly it exploded in the rainy weather back to the mountain.

Chu Qiao looked at the bloodied man in front of him, frowning and thinking about this sensational word.

"My lord, please go down the mountain, if you don't go, Datong will be completely destroyed!"

Chu Qiao looked at him quietly and didn't speak for a long time. The news of the rebellion of the Great Peer Club was just reported by the defenders of Qiulan City in the morning, but immediately after that, this man came to tell her that Yan Xun wanted to completely eradicate the Great Peer Association, and had relieved Miss Yu and Mr. Wu of their military power, and captured Xia Zhi, Xi Rui and other Datong generals, Datong's base Wangcheng has been razed to ruins, and now His Majesty wants to pretend to recall the Huoyun Army of the county lord, and wants to cut the county lord to the roots.

Chu Qiao didn't want to believe such words, and reason also warned her that she couldn't listen to rumors so hastily.

Although Yan Xun is ruthless, he is not without brains. At this time, it may be understandable to eradicate the Great Peer Association, and it is barely acceptable to get rid of Mr. Wu and Miss Yu, but why get rid of Jinjing? Jin Jin is his own sister, although she is a believer in Datong and was raised by Datong, but she may not turn against her brother because of Datong.

"You go down the mountain first."

"Your Excellency!" The man slammed his knees on the ground, kowtowed, and said, "Please save Datong, only you can save us now." ”

The sound of kowtowing was so loud that after a while, his head was already dripping with blood, Chu Qiao frowned at him, and finally turned around quietly and walked into the house. The door closed slowly, leaving the man looking at her sadly with desperate eyes.

Chu Qiao didn't have a very good impression of the big club, except for Mr. Wu and Miss Yu, she rarely interacted with the rest. She once thought that they were just a group of ill-intentioned people who were in power without permission, but later she gradually discovered that this was not the case, most of the members of the Great Companion Association were some persistent believers and warriors, they were just like the ancient Chinese Mohist believers, who were good at fighting, learning, and kind-hearted.

Such a person, if he makes good use of the guidance, should be able to come in handy, kill? Yan Xun will not.

Chu Qiao thought like this, forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and quietly waited for the follow-up news.

However, things were completely out of Chu Qiao's expectations, and within two days, wars broke out one after another in the interior of Yanbei, many guilds were surrounded and suppressed by the army, and the leaders of Datong were wiped out. The killing came so fast that they didn't even hear a word before it arrived, everything was like a long-brewing flood, and no one had time to make a single emergency response.

The next night, the messenger for help once again ascended the mountain, a group of twenty people, and only one person made it up alive, and the knight on the horse was covered in blood, and only a little flesh and skin of one arm was still attached to his shoulder, as if it would fall at any time.

He looked at Chu Qiao, he was speechless, he just used one hand to effortlessly unbutton the placket, and the underwear that had been stained red by sweat and blood was dirty, but he could still see the thin font written in blood on it: Ah Chu, help us, Zhong Yu.

Chu Qiao was silent for a long time, and finally stood up slowly, the cold night wind blew through her slender body, she took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "He Xiao, prepare the horse, go down the mountain!" ”

The horseman's eyes flashed with a gleam, and then he fell headfirst to the ground, with a sharp arrow stuck in his back, sinking deep into his vest, and no one could imagine how he had managed to climb up the mountain.

Chu Qiao only took twenty guards, put on a cloak and poncho, and rushed into the boundless night. The cold rain continued to wash her eyes, and the ominous premonition gradually engulfed her, and she no longer wanted to think about it, the war horses galloped wildly, the night was thick, and the road seemed so far away.

There were less than a hundred people left in Miss Yu's 3,000 escort regiment now, and everyone was seriously injured, but the moment they saw Chu Qiao and the others riding their horses, they still jumped up from the ground like fierce beasts, looking at them with fierce eyes.

In the pouring rain, Miss Yu lay in a thatched hut, and when she pushed the door in, she was sleeping. As if hearing a human voice, she slowly opened her eyes, her pale face was slightly blue, and she didn't seem surprised at all when she saw that it was Chu Qiao, and smiled quietly: "You are here." ”

A sharp arrow pierced her heart, and although it had been hastily bandaged, there was no medicine, and no one dared to pull it out.

Ping'an's eyes turned red when he saw it, and he snorted and said, "I'll go find Uncle Dalie." With that, he opened the door and walked out.

The room fell silent, except for two women dressed in white. Chu Qiao half-knelt on the ground, with her eyesight, she could naturally see at a glance how serious Miss Yu's injury was, she swallowed the sour pain in her heart, and said softly: "Miss Yu, what happened?" ”

Miss Yu took a deep breath and coughed softly, a little unhealthy flush floating on her face.

"Changqing has strict taxes, the local people have rebelled, and several of the guilds in the guild have participated, and the matter has been exposed, and there is no way to turn around."

"You're involved, too?" Chu Qiao's brows furrowed tightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Why are you so confused? Participating in the people's rebellion is equivalent to direct rebellion, Yan Xun doesn't trust Datong in the first place, why are you so careless? ”

"Hehe," Miss Yu smiled lightly, her chest rose and fell slightly, her eyes were so flickering, it seemed that she was looking at Chu Qiao, and it seemed that she had passed her, and she saw far away, she said quietly, "You didn't see, Changqing suffered a snowstorm last year, and the grass was not good this spring, and the livestock died in large numbers, at this time, to rob them of the last bit of food for the winter is equivalent to their lives." Miss Yu glanced at Chu Qiao and continued, "Your Majesty is preparing for war and wants to capture Cuiwei Pass before winter, so he has conscripted troops and grain, and some of the people have already starved to death. I knew it was going to be like this, but I had to do it. ”

Chu Qiao bit his lip, his nose was sour, and he held Miss Yu's hand tightly, unable to speak.

"Achu, you are a good boy, but life is too hard, I hope you can understand that not everything in this world can go according to your hopes, many times, even if we try, we may not necessarily achieve our wishes. You're still so young, and great times await you. ”

Miss Yu smiled softly, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were like a gentle wind, and the two pools of clear water in her eyes were enveloped, and her voice seemed to float from nine heavens away. Chu Qiao half-knelt on the hay, his hands covering her chest, and gurgling blood gushed out silently, staining Chu Qiao's white robe. She bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes, and her face was pale with sorrow.

"Miss Yu, you hold on and go to the doctor safely."

"No......" Miss Yu shook her head gently, her face was like the snow on the snow peak, her thin shoulders and arms were cold, she tilted her head, her eyes cast on the dilapidated roof, the wind was howling outside, the rain was pouring down, she seemed to remember a lot of things in a trance.

At the last moment of her life, time flew by in front of her eyes, she seemed to have returned to fifteen years ago, on Wolong Mountain, acacia maple red, colorful flowers, she stood in the maple forest in early autumn, looking at the figure of Xiao Xiao in a green shirt and black hair like ink.

She seemed to remember the sun at that time, shining warmly on her shoulders, like a mother's gentle hand. On the stone table next to it was a guqin, on which a few maple leaves fell, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting mottled shadows, leaving a flickering halo. He turned his head from the red maple in the sky, his smile was soft, his eyes were like water, he looked at her softly, and stretched out his hand to her, "Ah Yu, why did you get up so early?" ”

No one has ever known, she actually doesn't like the so-called way of power, and doesn't like the art of war and strategy, since she was very young, she hopes to have a home, can be like an ordinary woman, learn female celebrity and poetry, marry a considerate husband when she grows up, pick flowers in the spring, listen to the sound of rain on a cold night, and live a smooth and safe life.

However, he has great ambitions and ambitions, he has a common heart, he can't see all kinds of injustices in this world, and he goes to the mountains to study just to learn the art of slaying dragons to save people from the world. So, he learned the art of war, and she studied the art of power; He studied business, and she studied business; He learned to observe the people's livelihood, and she figured out what she wanted; He was generous to others, and she was strict with her. She practiced military trickery and power scheming without sleep or food, just so that one day he could follow in his footsteps and advance and retreat with him.

The master had insight into the world and knew her mind at a glance, and instead of stopping it, he taught it to her. It was only when she went down the mountain that she quietly put a letter in her bag, and after a long time, she found that when she opened it, there was only one word: stupidity.

In the past fifteen years, she has been fighting all her life, painstakingly and painstakingly, and has experienced many twists and turns in life and death, but fortunately, he has always been by her side, no matter whether it is a storm outside, or a cold snow and frost, they always stand in one place. The years have passed, the vicissitudes of life have changed dramatically, everything in the world has lost its face, for the sake of power, father and son have become enemies, relatives have turned against each other, and lovers have turned their backs, only they have never changed their original intentions, stick to the belief in their hearts, and have never wavered.

However, some of the words hidden in her heart have never been spit out, and for more than ten years, they have gathered and scattered like this, and she always feels that there will still be a chance in the future. Day by day, they are busy, rushing, and persistent for the dreams in their hearts, but they never thought that maybe one day, there will really be no more opportunities. Those words that haven't had time to be spoken, those feelings that have been suppressed for nearly twenty years, those tactful and calm moods like Sang Mo in early spring, finally, lost the opportunity to pour out forever.

Just look at the refreshing one