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Ah Jing stood behind Yan Xun, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and said secretly: I said the emperor, we are now on other people's territory, can you say a few words. [No pop-ups. 】

The battle was still raging, and at midnight, the Dog Rong people broke through from the northwest, and Zhuge Yue and Yan Xun once again led the men and horses to chase after them.

After chasing for two hours, Yan Xun was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder again, and Zhuge Yue also injured his shoulder. At this moment, the southwest suddenly roared with hooves, and before the scouts could be sent to check, the gang had already started a ping-pong fight with the dogs.

Together, the Dog Rong people were finally annihilated, and the Chinese camp was annihilated by the sudden group of men. Zhuge Yue was so angry that he scolded, and he couldn't take care of Yan Xun anymore, so he hurried forward, wanting to see who this despicable and shameless person who robbed him of his own merits was, but unexpectedly saw a capable female officer standing in front of the battle to count the spoils, and said indifferently when he saw him: "This is the Great Khan of Dog Rong, he committed suicide when I came." ”

Zhuge Yue was dumbfounded, covered in blood, looked at his wife in disdain, and asked unnaturally, "Why are you here?" ”

Chu Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him calmly, and said, "Ping An escaped in the middle of the night to report to me, how can you say I can't come?" ”

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves slowly sounded behind him, and Yan Xun's figure gradually came out of the darkness, his ink-colored armor had been damaged in many places, and his face was slightly pale, but it was still straight. He stood next to Zhuge Yue, countless torches were lit around, but it seemed that he still couldn't penetrate the darkness around him, he looked at Chu Qiao so lightly, his expression was calm, there was no fluctuation, but his eyes were like the sea in the night, pitch black, tumbling with deep whirlpools.

Compared with Zhuge Yue, who was guarding a huge army around him, Yan Xun, who only brought 3,000 elite soldiers, was much more seriously injured. At this moment, there were many injuries on his body, large and small, and there was a broken arrow stuck in his shoulder, and he was drenched in blood, but he didn't seem to feel it.

The cacophony of voices filled their ears, the scolding and scolding of the soldiers, the groans of the wounded, the crackling of burning torches, the cries of the north wind, but they seemed to hear nothing. The deep eyes touched together, like a fire burning in the night, and then a star lit up and gradually became a prairie fire. "Xing'er," Zhuge Yue suddenly said in a deep voice, jumped off the horse, and said very calmly, "I'll take a look at the casualties first, Emperor Yan is injured, you can find someone to deal with it." ”

With that, he turned away, leaving his wife and the inscrutable man to stand on the dark snow.

For a long time, Chu Qiao didn't know what to say, this was the first reunion between her and Yan Xun after the Battle of Huoleiyuan ten years ago. It's not a fighting army across the sword mountain and a sea of fire, it's not a dense camp across the sea of people, it's not a huge river across the mighty waves, but face to face, eye to eye, as long as you look up, you can see each other's eyebrows and eyes, and even hear the heart jumping under the chest.

For a moment, thousands of rivers and mountains roared through my mind, and all words seemed pale and shallow at this moment. The desolation of things and people is like a fire, so that their pair of people who should be the most familiar are now so strange that they never know each other. It turns out that time has passed, and it is really the most ruthless word in the world.

Yan Xun sat on horseback and looked at her condescendingly, his eyes were like a calm sea. Many people walked around, their faces flickering with red torches.

It's still the eyebrows, it's still the eyes, it's still the face that's too familiar to be any more familiar, but that person is no longer the person who promised to be with you forever for the rest of your life.

Can you experience the sadness of that moment?

Maybe, maybe not, language is already weak at this point. It's like a fiery red leaf, no matter how gorgeous it is, it can't avoid the end of withering. The sky is dark, the earth is white, or this sky, or this land, or this place they have dreamed of a thousand times, but why, even a word, is it so difficult?

Yan Xun looked at Chu Qiao, there was a raging fire burning behind her, and her whole person was like a god of light, with a heat that he couldn't reach in his life. Suddenly, he remembered that snowy night many years ago, in that pitch-black cell, they struggled to reach out through the cracks in the walls and clasp each other tightly.

Perhaps, they are like two seeds, they can hug each other tightly in the ice and snow, snuggle up to each other for warmth, and wait for the arrival of spring. However, when spring really came, when they supported each other to break through the soil, they found that the nutrients of the land were far from enough to supply the two of them to survive together. So, they finally drifted apart and parted ways.

Yan Xun suddenly felt tired, and his heart was as vast as snow on the Goddess Peak. Over the years, no matter when or under what difficult circumstances, he has not been as tired as he is now. He said to himself, "It's time for me to go." So, he really turned around, rode his horse slowly, and wanted to leave.

However, at this moment, an extremely warm voice suddenly shouted behind him: "Yan Xun! ”

Yes, it's warmth, a feeling that has disappeared for many, many years, like a hot spring, and suddenly sticking a frozen hand into it, warm enough to make people shiver.

"Yan Xun," she called out persistently behind him, "Cheng Yuan is right behind me with someone, and it is estimated that he will be there soon." ”

Yan Xun didn't nod or speak, just grabbed the reins of the horse and stood there quietly.

"You're injured, take care of it first, okay?"

She walked slowly from behind, passed by him, walked up to him, then reached out and took the reins of his horse, and stubbornly asked, "Okay?" ”

Yan Xun suddenly felt a little bitter, it seemed that since she was a child, she was always the one with more courage. Several medical officers ran up with medicine boxes on their backs, standing behind her with their heads bowed.

Without saying a word, he dismounted, and let the men treat his wounds, medicate him, and pull out the arrows, but he didn't even snort. After about half an hour, the medical officers were sweating profusely and retreating, but she came over and handed him the bloody broken arrow.

At that moment, Yan Xun's heart suddenly throbbed, his eyebrows frowned slightly, after all, he still didn't reach out to pick it up, and said lightly: "The enemy is dead, there is no need to keep it anymore." ”

Yes, none of this team of dogs escaped, even the Great Khan died, and there were no enemies.

This is his habit for many years, to keep all the weapons that have hurt him, and he will not destroy them until he takes revenge.

It turns out that it is not completely forgotten. Even if you have deliberately stopped thinking about it, some things, some years, still pass through life, leaving hard traces.

I don't know how long I stood there, but the wind blew in the distance, carrying the unique smell of the Yanbei Plateau.

Yan Xun quietly raised his head and looked at Chu Qiao standing in front of him, they were so close that it seemed that they could touch it with a slight stretch of hand. But with such a short distance, he never had a chance to cross over. He can make the world prostrate at his feet, his blade can conquer every inch of land that does not submit to him, and he can do whatever he wants to destroy everything he doesn't like. But in the face of her, he couldn't do anything.

There is a feeling called self-deprecation, which gradually arises from the bottom of my heart.

Yan Xun pulled the corners of his mouth and wanted to laugh, but he only pulled out a cold arc.

He turned his back suddenly, his back was like a towering pine, tall and arrogant, but strong enough to hold up the heavens and the earth. He walked away step by step, his steps heavy, but he walked faster and faster.

"Yan Xun, take care of your body!" Someone is whispering behind your back, who is talking? Who is she calling?

Yan Xun, Yan Xun, Yan Xun, Yan Xun......

In a trance, it seemed that the night many years ago, he was cut off by Wei Jing's little finger, and she cried sadly and suppressively at night, calling his name over and over again.

Yan Xun, Yan Xun, Yan Xun, Yan Xun......

However, after all, no one calls him like this anymore, he is His Majesty, the Emperor, the Son of Heaven, I am the widow, he is the monarch of this heaven and earth, but he has lost his name.

Yan Xun, Yan Xun, are you still there, are you okay, you have gained everything, but you have lost something, are you really happy?

I don't know, and I don't want to know. People live a lifetime, not just to be happy. There are some things that you may not be happy when you do them, but if you don't do them, you will definitely not be happy. At the very least, I got what I wanted, didn't I?

He walked faster and faster, his steps were firm, his back was straight, his hands were strong, he grasped the reins tightly, and jumped on it.

I don't want to say anything, I don't want to see anything, the steely defense line in my heart has been torn apart, and he wants to leave! Right away! Have to! Immediately!

Mountains of memories came rushing back, and those things that had been sealed in the dust for many, many years were like rotten dead trees, struggling to climb his heart. He's going to suppress, he's going to get rid of it, he's going to get rid of everything that makes him disgusting!

Weakness, sorrow, remorse, hesitation......

All of them should not be in him!

But when everything was gone, there were two words that spread so clearly to his heart, his lungs, his throat, and the corners of his mouth. Those two words struck his vocal cords, and he was about to jump out several times. He frowned tightly and gritted his teeth like a bloodthirsty wolf, his eyes glowing red.

But despite this, the voice rampaged through his chest over and over again, and all the echoes gradually merged into those two words.

Achu, Achu, Acu, Acu, Acu, Achu!

No one can understand, no one can know, only him, only him, only him.

He breathed deeply, slowly, as if swallowing the stuff bit by bit.

Okay, it's all over, don't think about it anymore, don't look at it anymore, don't be nostalgic anymore.

Let's go, let's go, it's long over. All will disappear with your firmness; All memories will turn into ashes with the passage of time; All the past will be forgotten by you and become indifferent dust.

Okay, it's okay, I'm the emperor of Dayan, I'm their king, I'm sitting on thousands of miles, I've got everything I want.

The horse's hooves trampled on the icy snowfield, making a crisp clicking sound, and small ice cubes splashed, and little by little disappeared into the vast night with the distant figures. The light and shadow in front of him were filled, the golden battle flag was flying high, and the pitch-black goshawk spread its wings on the banner fiercely, it was his army, his men and horses, and his world. It is also a chain made of gold, which firmly imprisons his person, his heart, and everything he has in that supreme position, and does not tolerate the slightest hesitation and wandering.

After all, he is the emperor of Dayan, and he has no qualifications to turn back on this country made of conscience, blood, and bones.

So, he really walked down with his back straight, never looking back, never looking back, his steps firm, his eyes sharp as knives, just like his people, always as strong and courageous as steel, and he would not be defeated by any tribulation.

At that moment, Chu Qiao stood in the snowstorm, looking at Yan Xun's back, and suddenly seemed to understand something. There were thousands of torches at his side, thousands of subordinates, thousands of prostrate followers, but for some reason, she looked at him, but felt that his figure was so lonely.

Perhaps, once she really couldn't understand.

The hatred that hurts to the marrow, the shame of falling from heaven to hell, the pain that has eaten at the heart and lungs for eight years. Even though she has always been by his side, she can't go to the hatred on his behalf, and now thinking back, the two people who have supported all the way and vowed to never abandon them all their lives have come to this point, is there no reason of their own?

She once said, don't hide, don't cheat, be honest, and never doubt.

But did she really do it? No, her tolerance, her connivance, her withdrawal, her indifference, after all, made him go further and further down this road. Isn't it a kind of excuse for oneself to say that character determines everything, and to say that he will be so fate? In all fairness, as he slowly transformed, little by little, he went farther and farther, did she do everything in her power to stop him? Have you done everything you can to get it back? Have you ever formally protested to him and expressed your displeasure?

She didn't, she only blamed him when everything was a foregone conclusion, but she didn't make any substantial efforts before.

She's from another world, so she takes for granted some of the ideas she shares with, naively thinking that others will think the same way. But I don't know that some things are like rivers, if you don't dredge and maintain them often, there will be a day when the embankment will be blocked and burst.

After all, it's because they're too young. At that time, they didn't know much about love, they didn't know how to express their feelings, and they didn't know how to maintain this love. Just stubbornly and simply decide what is good for the other party, and do it without saying a word. But I don't understand that hardship, poverty, desperate and hatred are not the fatal wounds of love, and the real killer of love is that two people forget how to communicate.

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