Chapter 187
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Zhuge Yue snorted, drank alone, and didn't speak. γFengyun Reading Network. The wind blew between the two, with an icy chill, Chu Qiao looked at Zhuge Yue, everything passed by in a trance, she was a little stunned, holding the wine glass, and she didn't know what to say.
"I saw the man."
"Who?" Chu Qiao asked.
"The person who led me to lead the troops to kill the officers and soldiers of the Southwest Town Government." Zhuge Yue raised his head and said slowly, "His name is Cheng Yuan, and now he is the commander of the First Army of the Yanbei Army, taking over the position of Wudaoya, and at present, except for Yan Xun, he is already the most powerful person in Yanbei." β
Chu Qiao lowered his head silently and did not speak. Zhuge Yue looked at her, meditated for a long time, nodded, and said: "It's right for you to retreat to the inland of Yanbei, the forces within the Yanbei army are intertwined, and this is not the place where you should stay." β
Chu Qiao smiled, "Well, I've had a good year this year. β
"That's good," Zhuge Yue Lang smiled, "In his position, seek his government, the forces in the Yanbei army are mixed, and the big peers will be deep-rooted, if it were not for the threat of our army, Yan Xun would have been deposed in the air, one or two people of insight and good people are useless, and the seizure of power has become an inevitable situation." It will be good for you to understand why. β
Chu Qiao nodded and said, "I understand that there is a price to be paid for the achievement of any goal, and a little setback can't defeat me." β
Zhuge Yue smiled, and the fox fur cloak wrapped around his slightly cyan chin. Zhuge Yue is handsome, and in this handsomeness, there is even a little bit of evil spirit. At this moment, he was sitting in front of Chu Qiao like this, saying words that only the two of them could understand, and Chu Qiao suddenly felt that this person knew him very well. There are some things that Yan Xun doesn't understand, and even she doesn't want to face them, but he can explore everything through clues, including her dreams, her beliefs, her hopes, her happiness, and her troubles......
This is a terrible person, he has a keen sense of battle, has super martial arts, has artistic means of scheming, and has a thick family power. However, Chu Qiao never saw clearly, what exactly did he want after so many years?
Yan Xun wants revenge, wants to set foot in Great Xia, and dominates the world; Zhao Che wants the throne, wants to enrich the country and strengthen the army, and become a generation of heroes; Li Ce also wanted Great Xia, wanted to regain the lost territory, and revive Bian Tang's heroic style. And Zhuge Yue, what does he want? No one knows, and no one can see clearly. Looking at those dark eyes, Chu Qiao felt as if he was about to fall in. His gaze was like a whirlpool, looking at her deeply, the surface was breezy and cloudy, but inside was a burning fire.
Perhaps, maybe he once said what he wanted, in Bian Tang's Yanyu Jiangnan, he hugged her, suppressed his pride and anger, and said in a low voice: "I need you too." β
How did such words seem to come out of his mouth? However, those words eventually became her magic barrier, a nightmare that she could not overcome in her life, and a joke that she could never respond to.
"Zhuge Yue, the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and the court is also unpredictable, take care of yourself."
Zhuge Yue smiled gently, revealing a rare gentle expression, he looked at the statue of the goddess in the middle of the hall, and said slowly: "Those can't hurt me." β
Everyone has a dead hole, and his, soon, will be covered with someone else's last name, and in this way, he will never have a dead hole again.
Zhuge Yue stood up, his slender figure was extraordinarily handsome under the moonlight, and his whole person was like a marble sculpture, with a bright light on his cheeks. He quietly tilted his head and looked at the tall statue of the martial god, the woman's beautiful face flashing with a fierce heroic spirit, the dark red armor on her body was meticulously carved by ancient time, and there were thin traces on the whole red marble, as if there were blood streaks swimming in it. She stood against her back with her razor-sharp battle axe in her hand, her eyes shining with a sharp light like angry flames and knives.
Zhuge Yue's consciousness was a little dazed for a while, he couldn't tell how he felt when he saw this statue for the first time, in a trance, he seemed to see a person through her, and that person was also like this seated martial god, with firm beliefs and noble ideals. In the past, he was scoffed at these, and since he was a child, he has been wandering among the family gates, and he is used to seeing deceit, conspiracy and traps, and the idea of human nature and evil has long been deeply rooted in his heart, and scheming and speculation have become necessities of life.
But later, he gradually understood that people do not only live for themselves, people can have great ideals, and when a person works hard for his ideals, it is the most beautiful time. Once, he didn't know what force was supporting her, he didn't know why she was so unswerving, he never believed in fate, and sometimes, he even thought, maybe Providence is on her side, such a person, maybe even God is willing to live up to it!
Some feelings of hatred and even shame that had been planted in his heart had long since been planted in him, and he hated his cowardice and madness, but he could not resist the burning thoughts in his heart that grew hotter day by day. He couldn't figure out when it started, when they were so young, she wasn't even as tall as a horse's legs, how could they have such a ridiculous relationship?
However, for many nights after that, in the midnight dream, I would always think of the child's eyes when he left, stoic and unyielding, like an angry little leopard, never succumbing to the hunter's whip. He thought that he must have been confused, confused for many years, confused by such firm beliefs, confused by such sharp eyes, and the words she had told him many times, "Zhuge Yue, look at it!" β
So he watched like this, and watched, and watched, watched her break out of her cocoon and become a butterfly, watched her rise to the top, watched her exhausted, watched her fall again and again, and got up again and again, and although she was full of pain, she never wavered.
Who in this world will not forsake you when you are completely in purgatory? Who will be with you when you have nothing? Who would forsake their lives and follow to the death? Who will stand by your side unwaveringly after being snubbed?
Yan Xun, how lucky you are, but how you don't know how to cherish.
Zhuge Yue smiled, turned around and walked out. The wind howled outside, and with a whistling blow of his cloak, the corners of his clothes fluttered, and he walked straight away. If you can't get it, it's better to let it go freely, in his Zhuge Yue's life dictionary, there is never the word "request".
"Zhuge Yue!" Chu Qiao suddenly shouted. Zhuge Yue's body shook and stopped, and the girl ran eagerly, stepped on the snow, and fell into it deeply.
Zhuge Yue turned his head and frowned slightly, "Is there anything else?" β
Chu Qiao untied the Moon-Breaking Sword from his waist, then held it in his hand and handed it to him, and said solemnly: "Take care all the way." β
Zhuge Yue looked at the sword in her hand, but she didn't take it, let alone return the remnant red sword on her waist.
Chu Qiao was a little embarrassed, but he still stubbornly held his sword and looked at him fixedly, like a child who couldn't get candy and was angry and didn't eat.
"What does that mean?"
Chu Qiao bit his lip, meditated for a moment, and finally said: "A full-scale war between Yanbei and Great Xia is about to break out, and it is inevitable that they will meet on the battlefield at that time, I will not show mercy to my subordinates, and you don't have to take care of me anymore, we ......"
Zhuge Yue's expression suddenly turned cold, he lowered his head and frowned slightly, Chu Qiao was a little uncomfortable staring at him, and his voice gradually became quieter.
"Xing'er, in all fairness, if we meet on the battlefield, you will really cut off my head?"
Zhuge Yue's voice was low and soothing, and this sentence did not seem to come from the throat, but came out together through a heavy heartbeat. Chu Qiao's palms were very cold, but there was fine sweat flowing down, her mouth was very dry, she took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and said slowly: "I won't kill you, but I will do my best to defeat you." β
A low laugh came slowly, Zhuge Yue lowered his head, shook it gently, didn't speak, just took the sword in Chu Qiao's hand, stepped on the snow step by step, and turned away.
"Unfortunately, I can't."
Not that he couldn't, but that he didn't want to, because he always knew that sometimes, for them, failure was equal to death.
And how could he, how could he deprive her of the only bargaining chip she relied on to survive?
Chu Qiao bit her lip, something was suppressed in her chest and abdomen, making her chest ache. She looked at his straight back, so cold and biting, she lowered her head and said word by word: "In life, if you are in the midst of thorns, if your heart does not move, then people will not move, and if you do not move, you will not be hurt." If the heart moves, then people move in vain, hurting their bodies, hurting their bones, and suffering all kinds of pain in the world. β
Zhuge Yue's footsteps paused like that, he still remembered this sentence, it was so long ago, so long ago, so long that he was still a gloomy and indifferent teenager, she was still a child with nothing, the lights flickered on the night of Shangyuan, and he tentatively let her read this sentence.
It's ridiculous! Zhuge Yue coldly pulled the corners of his mouth, wouldn't it hurt if he didn't move?
"I've long been pierced by thorns." The hoarse voice echoed on the top of the mountain, and the wind blew through it, shattering it in an instant.
The snow is starting to fall again.
To the east of the western Fujian Mountain, a group of caravans dressed as ordinary merchants were camping, and they were Zhuge Yue's men and horses. Chu Qiao stood in front of the temple door, watching the man's back gradually disappear in the wind and snow, only to feel that his body was cold. She walked in alone, picked up the flask on the floor, and took a sip with her head up, the warm liquid running down her throat with a spicy aroma.
Looking up, I saw the eyes of the martial god looking at her fiercely, as if to reproach her for her recklessness and disregard for the overall situation, and on the other side, the mother god's eyes were gentle, as if she understood all her suffering. She slowly paused to the ground, sat down against the tall pillar, hugged her knees, so thin, like a child who had not grown up. When I set off on the second day, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves behind me, but when I saw the white snowfield, a fast horse rushed over, and the woman on the horse was wearing a silver-gray fox fur cloak, and the cloak was slightly wide on her.
He Xiao Yingting's sword eyebrows were raised, he stepped forward, and said in a deep voice: "What person? Quote your name! β
The woman turned her head to look at him, raised her eyes, smiled, and swung her whip twice harder, and rushed forward. He Xiao frowned, and stepped forward to stop him, but saw the woman's willow eyebrows raised, and said in a crisp tone: "Jixiang, kick him!" β
The war horse under her crotch seemed to be able to understand her words, suddenly stopped, neighed, and suddenly stood up at the moment when He Xiao approached, and the two front legs kicked on the belly of He Xiao's war horse, and He Xiao's war horse screamed and fell to the snow.
He Xiao was quite agile, and he stood up after rolling forward on the ground, but his helmet fell off, and his hair was covered with snow, which made him very embarrassed.
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