Fang Hou light dust, Liang Wenzhong's heir, rare strange name, elegant and elegant, through poetry and books, good at music and rhythm, can heal divination, Kandi summoned Hou, see its style Liu inside, there is a forest demeanor, taste praise: "Fang family light dust, name Jinghua." ”

Fang Hou first joined the army, with 5,000 cavalry to defend Pingcheng, when Liang wanted to besiege the city with 20,000 iron cavalry, reinforcements did not arrive for a long time, the soldiers and the people were afraid, but retreated. Fang Hou stayed in Pingcheng alone, and Liang Jun to, Hou went to the head of the city, one person and one flute, for Liang Jun to play. The sound of the flute was clear, and all the people in the city wept when they heard it, dazed like a dream, and couldn't raise a knife. Lin Liqin, the general of the Liang Army, sighed: When the war disaster arises, the people are innocent! Then he entered the city, and Qiu did not commit any crimes.

- "The Legend of Fang Qingchen"

The sunset building under the sunset is as elegant and simple as ever, but it is a little more noisy.

When Yan Li and Han Xiao walked into the Sunset Tower, they were simply startled. The originally spacious hall was actually full, but although there were many people, it was not noisy, whether it was a dignitary or a flat-headed commoner, it was really rare and strange to sit together and not interfere with each other.

Yan Li found a remote corner, and there was also a person at the table against the wall, but that person was very hearty, smiled at Yan Li, and stretched out his hand to sit down. Yan Li hesitated slightly, then sat down.

Han Xiao was very nervous in his heart, knowing that there were many people in Sunset Tower, and he was not as good as Fang Hou's peerless martial arts, but Yan Li insisted on coming to Sunset Tower, and refused to let him bring more guards, so he couldn't help but look around, feeling uneasy.

In the middle of the hall, there was a person who was telling a story, and everyone listened with relish and exclaimed from time to time. After Yan Li sat down, there was no junior two to come to serve, so he listened to what the storyteller said, and listened to two sentences, and he was stupid for a while. It turned out that the storyteller was telling the story of Fang Qingchen's battle against the shadows. Although the storyteller does not understand martial arts, he is good at singing and writing, and every move and style is like seeing it with his own eyes, but it is not an exaggeration. And when Fang Qingchen did not hesitate to block the hidden weapon with his body and save an innocent person, everyone couldn't help but applaud, applause thunderously, and then said that Xi Ying took the blame for himself, but before he died, he said: "If you want to get rid of Emperor Yan, you must first punish the Hou", everyone sighed, and praised Fang Hou for his bravery, loyalty and righteousness.

Yan Li's face was pale, and his heart shook violently.

If you want to get rid of Emperor Yan, you must first punish the Hou!

The words in his ears were like thunder, rolling around, shaking him almost crazy.

Obviously the room is as warm as spring, but he is like being in the cold winter, and his body is trembling like falling leaves in the wind.

Qingchen said: "As long as I am for a day, I will never let anyone hurt you half a point!" ”

So he can charge into battle without scruples, countless times in the thousands of troops, swords and swords, if he has divine help, the arrows in the sky can't hurt him half a point, but he doesn't know that the white figure behind him, swinging his sword and raising his gun, I don't know how much he is injured, I don't know how dull his sword is, I don't know how much he bleeds!

The kung fu of light dust, elegant as a fairy, the red dust does not touch his body, one person and one sword, he can make the six armies easy and come and go freely, but why has he repeatedly injured his body and dyed red?

Qingchen loves green shirts, but why is he always dressed in a white robe when he goes to the battlefield, as pure as snow? Some people say that Fang Qingchen is arrogant and wants to snatch the emperor's demeanor from the thousands of troops. Only he knows, white, spotless, the most conspicuous at the same time, but also the best target!

Qingchen always smiles, like a spring breeze to resolve his hesitation, hesitation, and anger, and Qingchen always laughs, like the sun to dispel his panic and uneasiness! But who knows, behind Qingchen's smile is bitterness, sadness, anger, resentment, hatred or helplessness, but it contains everything?

Qingchen asked: "Do you think that as long as the winner is king, it doesn't matter if you use any evil tactics?" ”

He was proud, so he was angry and Qingchen actually refuted him in public!

Or perhaps, the damage to his face is just the surface, what really makes him ashamed and angry is that Qingchen actually exposed his mind nakedly, pointing directly at the darkness in his heart. Qingchen made him understand that he was as hypocritical and despicable as the superiors he had once reprimanded, and he didn't want to bear the charge of disregarding human life and being ruthless, so he lightly handed over the power to make decisions to the generals, while he hid aside, self-righteous and pure!

If it weren't for Qingchen's angry rebuke, perhaps he would have lost his heart and forgotten the original intention of drawing his sword for the common people. Power and power can make the most sober person gradually forget where he is, and he, because of the praise of constant victory, slowly forgets that he is actually as ordinary and will make mistakes.

If it weren't for the fierceness of Qingchen, if there was no coldness of Qingchen, would he remember it so well, would he always remind himself that he can't let Qingchen look down on himself, and can't let Qingchen find an excuse to reprimand himself? Qingchen used such a cold knife to cut open his wounds one by one, so that he could see the carrion inside, and let himself dig up the carrion painfully and soberly, but instead of being grateful to this clever doctor, he was angry that he actually let himself be so painful and embarrassed, how ridiculous, how blind!

"Qingchen, I want to walk up to the sunset tower with you, take a look at the sunset at the top of the building, and taste the best dust wine in the world!"

The words are still in my ears, but the person who said this has long forgotten what Lichen wine is, and where is the sunset tower!

It turns out that this is the Sunset Tower, and there is a "Lichen" wine here that connects him with the name of Qingchen!

On that day, he secretly resented Qingchen: If you can persuade Chu Jiang to sacrifice the city so easily, why do you have to watch countless soldiers shed blood before standing up? Why wait for him to be helpless and embarrassed before becoming a hero praised by everyone?

Yan Li smiled bitterly and trembled.

Why can't he, who has always been shrewd and good at fighting, even understand such a simple truth? What is it that blindfolds you so proudly?

If it is not a great army fighting hard, how can it be a deterrent?

If it weren't for the bravery of the army, how could there be the admiration and admiration of the opponent?

If the wisdom of the commander is not demonstrated, how can he make the other party surrender willingly?

Those who are good at fighting, soldiers who surrender without fighting, that is because before the battle, the other party has deeply understood your good fighting!

On that day, he was secretly annoyed by Qingchen: Since Chu Jiang is Fang Xiang's protégé, why didn't you tell me earlier that you wanted to secretly make a great contribution by yourself?

Yan centrifugal pain, chagrin.

Why can't he, who has always been penetrating people's hearts, even see such a simple fact? What is it that blindfolds your own clear and penetrating eyes?

One person enters the enemy camp alone, the friends and enemies in front of him are unknown, and there are thousands of swords and swords in the army, and if he does not agree with a word, even if his martial arts are world-famous, he may not be able to retreat with his whole body. Why did he only see the smile when Qingchen came back, but not the soaked clothes behind Qingchen? Why did he only think of the prestige that Qingchen had gained by making great achievements, but he didn't think of the life crisis caused by Qingchen's adventure?

Why do you think that a protégé will definitely be respectful and obedient to Qingchen?

Why do you think that a little kindness can make people obey the words of the old man?

If, with Qingchen's protection and dedication to himself, he still has resentment, suspicion, and suspicion, what kind of kindness in this world will never deteriorate?

Yan Li laughed miserably, clenched his ten fingers, and slammed them into his palm!

Light dust and light dust, why don't you say it? Why don't you hate me? Why don't you want to mention to me the promises you made back then, the vows you made back then? Why don't you remind me that there is a sunset tower here, and there is a wine from the dust? Why don't you tell me your bitterness and your heart?

Yanli Yanli, why do you need a reminder from Qingchen? The one who forgets is you, the one who doubts is you, what qualifications do you have to ask Qingchen to ask for Qingchen's confession?

Do you want Qingchen to cry and complain to you like a layman?

No, never, just because Qingchen is such a proud person!

Qingchen's smile is always as warm as a spring breeze, and Qingchen's appearance is always as gentle as jade, but no one can see what a proud heart is under those warm eyes!

Qingchen always likes to raise his eyebrows slightly and smile lightly, such eyes with such a faint smile, it seems to be fraternity in the world, but it seems to be alienated from the world, why do people always think that it is an elegant smile, but ignore the same alienated smile?

Yan Li was suddenly a little flustered, Qingchen's heart had never been really understood, and even if it was him, he didn't really understand him. Such a faint smile is obviously like a spring breeze like sunshine, why does Yan Li think about it at this time, but always feel that such a smile is a smile that is not lingering in his heart?

Isn't it, after being cold again and again, there is complete disappointment and despair?

Isn't it, after being sad again and again, it's a decisive goodbye?

Qingchen said: "I will protect you until death!" ”

Yes, Qingchen will never abandon him, Qingchen will always protect him, what Qingchen has said, he will definitely do it!

Yan Li slowly let go of his hand and smiled!

Thankfully, I didn't come to my conclusion too late, and thankfully, I was completely sober.

Light dust and light dust, you said that you will never leave me, and I, too, will never leave!

"Childe, Childe!"

When he looked up, he saw Han Xiao's worried face, anxious, nervous, frightened, and cold sweat densely pouring out of his forehead.

Yan Li suddenly came back to his senses, smiled apologetically at him, and when he looked down, he found that a pair of palms were actually bloodstained, and it turned out that he had inadvertently mutilated his body.

"The body is skinned, and the parents who receive it dare not destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety is also!" That day, he impulsively looked for Gu Taishi's only son to take revenge, and after being rescued by Qingchen, Qingchen taught him with a straight face, Qingchen at that time, but only eleven years old, but he was a young man, looking at him like a little old man with his hands behind his back, staring, his head bowed and trembling, it was extremely awe-inspiring. It's just that now that I think about it, I only feel warm and funny, and now Qingchen will never train people so calmly, he will only sigh leisurely, open his ink-jade pupils, and keep looking at himself, revealing a look of disapproval!

At this time, the storyteller in the field began to talk about Qingchen's exploits again, and it was the part where he broke into the front pass alone and persuaded Chu Jiang with righteousness.

Yan Li suddenly had an impulse, and he also wanted to talk to people about Qingchen, his cleverness, his talent, and praise his chivalry!

Thinking of it, Yan Li stood up suddenly, walked towards the storyteller, and said with a smile: "What Mr. said, everyone has already heard it, why don't you let me tell a legend that few people know!" ”

The storyteller was interrupted from his lecture, he didn't like it in his heart, he snorted coldly, and wanted to refute it, but he suddenly saw a pair of clear eyes that were as clear as glass, and naturally exuded an irreversible momentum, and involuntarily retreated.

Yan Li coughed lightly, and he who commanded the army did not move like a mountain, looking at a pair of doubtful, curious, and enthusiastic eyes, his eyes were all focused on himself, and he actually felt a burst of nervousness, and his face was slightly hot, fortunately, he changed his appearance, and others could not see his face. Hurriedly patted the bamboo board lightly, and said slowly: "In other words, Fang Xiang was killed by traitors back then, and he was light and dusty...... Ahem, Fang Hou, after going through hardships, he finally arrived in Pingcheng and saw Yan ...... Emperor Yan ......"

Yan Li has never spoken a book, he was very unaccustomed to it at the beginning, and he didn't know how to talk about it to be wonderful and attractive, and gradually he was talking, and the scenes of those personal experiences that year appeared in his mind, including joyful reunions, grief of losing relatives, anxious battles, heartbreaking waiting, slowly immersed in memories, I didn't know what I said, but I just slowly told the legend of the past!

Yan Li's "Yan Yu Cavalry" became more and more famous, and almost all the people and capable people who took refuge in the rebel army came to Yan Li, which was naturally an unbearable shame for the leader of the rebel army at that time, Black Panther. There are also those insidious villains under the Black Panther, who are always thinking about how to cater to the Lord's mind, and make things difficult for Yan Li.

Pingcheng was originally a small city, the city wall was very low, easy to attack and difficult to defend, it was originally occupied by the rebel army, and it had no strategic value. The imperial court was extremely shameless because it was seized several small cities by the rebels, so it sent the famous general Lin Liqin to lead 30,000 elites to attack the city. Although the morale of the rebel army was high, it could not withstand the frontal attack of the elite Liang army, so they took the initiative to retreat. However, before the army retreated, he asked Yan Li to lead 5,000 Yan Yu cavalry to stay in Pingcheng, and forced Yan Li to sign a military order, swearing to defend Pingcheng to the death, not to abandon the city, not to retreat.

Although he knew that it was a trap, but with Yan Li's identity at that time, he had to give orders, and for a while, Yan Yu's anger was blazing, and most of them advocated abandoning the city and retreating, raising another banner, and no longer obeying the orders of the black panther.

There are also some people who disagree, especially Qingchen who opposes it most fiercely.

Yan Yu is only five thousand, not strong enough, and there is no place to stand, once he breaks away from the righteous army, what is the way out except for falling into the grass?

The Liang army traveled very quickly, and after discussing with Yan Li, Fang Qingchen made a decision to lead his troops and the people of the city to retreat to the mountains near Pingcheng to avoid a head-on battle with the Liang army.

Only the light dust remained.

Yan Li tried hard to persuade him, but Qingchen always smiled and said: "Although it is an empty city, there must be someone to sing the empty city plan!" ”

Yan Li was helpless, and wanted to leave a team of attendants, but Qingchen still refused: "What do I want someone to protect?" If I want to leave, how many people in the world can stop me? ”

When Qingchen said these confident and domineering words, he still smiled and groaned, but Yan Li's anxious mood was relaxed, and he hugged Qingchen hard: "Qingchen, you must not have an accident, you must protect yourself well, otherwise, otherwise, even if you go to the underworld, I will drag you back from heaven to earth, and then teach you a good lesson!" ”

Qingchen couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, you haven't become an emperor yet, how can I have something?" ”

Lin Liqin was an extremely cautious and stoic person, but at this moment, he stood in front of Pingcheng, looking at the empty city, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Even if the rebels retreated, why was there no one in the city? Could it be that the rebels retreated and fled with the people? However, there are many people, and the journey must be slow, and if the army pursues from behind, it will be easy to gather and annihilate it, and what general will be so confused? What's more, the people of Pingcheng are also the people of Daliang, and the entry of the Liang army into the city has no impact on the people, so why take the people away?

As for strategies such as strong walls and clear fields, Lin Liqin sneered even more, at this moment, it is still the world of the Great Liang, and the rebels only occupy a few cities in the south, and there is no absolute advantage and strength, so how can we talk about strong walls and clear fields?

Lin Liqin was puzzled, and suddenly heard a soldier exclaiming: There are people in the city!

Looking up carefully, there was indeed a figure in white on the city tower, and the wind at the head of the city was strong, blowing the white clothes fluttering, as if they wanted to ride the wind back. Although it is far away, I can't see what the man in white looks like, but it naturally has a state of implication, elegant and elegant.

Lin Liqin was curious, seeing that there was only one person in the city, he was no longer afraid, let the horse go forward, and arrived at the city gate, but saw that the person was about eighteen or nineteen years old, rich as jade, freehand and unrestrained, and the charm was indescribably clear and handsome, his eyes were clear and cold, the smile at the corner of his mouth was like a spring breeze, standing in a chic manner, facing an army of 30,000 alone, he was still relaxed and comfortable as if he was enjoying flowers and chanting poetry in his own back garden.

The young man smiled: "General Lin, don't come to harm, are you?" ”

The voice was clear and gentle, it was indescribably good, Lin Liqin was slightly startled, and then looked at the young man carefully, the wind was contained, there was the wind under the forest, and the laughter of today's saint flashed in his mind: "The Fang family is light and dusty, and the name moves Jinghua!" After thinking about it a few years ago, when I visited Fang Xiang, I still saw Fang Gongzi's figure, as if he was an indifferent appearance out of the world, and couldn't help but get off the horse and clench his fists: "Fang Gongzi, is it really you?!" ”

Fang Qingchen nodded with a smile: "After a few years, the general's demeanor is better than in the past." ”

Lin Liqin has also been full of emotion since Fang Xiang was convicted, and he couldn't help but scold a few traitors behind his back, but when he suddenly saw Fang Qingchen alone in Pingcheng, he also felt unspeakably weird. He had always been cautious, and couldn't help asking, "How did Young Master Fang come to Pingcheng?" What is the intention of the thieves to coerce the people? ”

Fang Qingchen shook his head: "How do I know such military secrets?" Huer smiled slightly: "General Lin, don't come to meet because of fate, it's better to let the next song thank the old man!" ”

"You-" Lin Liqin was puzzled and was about to stop it, but Fang Qingchen picked up the flute and played it.

The bamboo flute was green and crystal all over, held between Fang Qingchen's slender fingers, white jade and green bamboo, clear and handsome, Lin Liqin's hard heart, he was moved, and he no longer stopped it.

If there is no flute sound at the beginning, it seems to be the gentle murmur of the daughter in the leap, such as Mu Rusu, it seems to be a bright spring, the peach blossoms are beautiful, the flowing water is clear, the family is happy and beautiful, it seems to be a children's frolicking game, carefree, a group of innocent and romantic, people can't help but feel happy.

Lin Liqin looked back, the soldiers' faces were intoxicated, and more people were smiling, gentle and sweet, as if they remembered the wife of the husband at home, the old mother to be raised, and the smart and clever Lin'er. He only felt that such a gentle and cheerful flute sound was really not suitable for the battlefield, although his heart was inappropriate, but he could not always mention the meaning of interrupting the flute sound, and his wife's gentle and virtuous face gradually appeared in front of him, the admonition before leaving, the strength when he said goodbye, and the corner of his heart seemed to be gently touched by something, soft and gentle, and he was only willing to indulge in this sweet dream, and did not want to wake up.

The sound of the flute is getting higher and higher, beautiful and vulgar, such as complaining and admiring, faintly with the meaning of breaking the intestines and grief. Just as the sound of the flute was pulled to the highest place, it suddenly turned low, and a sense of desolation spread, and suddenly a cry was highlighted.

Who turned the music of the bleak music?

I don't know what's going on in my mind?

Wake up from the most tender dream, but see the battle parting, sadness, crying, despair, over the years, poor riverside no bones, like a deep leap dream people!

Who wants to leave his wife and children, who wants to be lonely and desolate, who wants to live in this life, who wants to live and die in the Yellow Spring, Yin and Yang?

The sound of the flute turned again, obviously it was a whimper, but it gave people a feeling of coldness and slaughter, the sound was in the ears, as if they were on the battlefield, and there was endless fighting in front of them, a bloody rain. After the bloody battle, there was another scene of dragging children and daughters, leaving home and wandering.

A team of ragged refugees, carrying barren belongings, dragging their children and daughters, braving the cold wind, barefoot or wearing a pair of straw sandals, listening to the cries of the children in their arms, either hungry or cold, staggering, in the vast space ahead, where can they shelter?

The sound of the flute gradually stopped, but there was a desolate singing voice: "The chariot is chariote, the horse is Xiaoxiao, and the pedestrian bows and arrows are at their waists." Ye Niang's wife went to see each other, and the dust did not see Xianyang Bridge. The clothes stopped crying, and the crying went straight to the sky. Passers-by on the side of the road asked pedestrians, but pedestrians were frequent. Or from the fifteenth Beifang River, it will go to the forty west camps. When I went, I was wrapping my head, and when I returned, my head was white. The side court bleed into the sea, and Emperor Wu opened the border unexpectedly! You don't see the head of Qinghai, and no one collects the white bones in ancient times! The new ghost is annoyed and the old ghost is crying, and the sky is cloudy and rainy, and the wet voice is chirping. ”

The sound of the flute and the singing gradually subsided, but only the aftermath was gone, and the beams were endless.

Lin Liqin was the first to wake up from the sound of the flute, his heart was shocked, and he looked at Fang Qingchen, but saw him with his hands behind his back, with an indifferent face, but his eyes revealed a sense of sadness, compassion and compassion, the sun gently sprinkled on him, as if shrouded in a layer of golden light, it seemed to be a Buddha of ten thousand families, purifying all sentient beings.

Looking at the soldiers under his command again, the whole army was at a loss, and I don't know when, the swords and guns on the ground were so sad that they couldn't help but throw away the weapons in their hands. Lin Liqin was shocked and angry, and wanted to be reprimanded, but he found that his face was slightly wet, and he reached out to wipe it, and he was stunned.

It turns out that a person like him, cold and hard, is still sad, dreaming, and crying?

He thought that he had long been accustomed to seeing blood, seeing more life and death, and had already tempered a heart thousands of times, and water and fire would not invade, but it turned out that the heart was still not hard enough, the blood was still not cold enough, and the love still could not be broken!

sighed lightly, no longer angrily reprimanded his subordinates, but lightly ordered the troops to enter the city.

Fang Qingchen smiled slightly, his body was as light as a swallow, he jumped down from the city tower, and landed right next to Lin Liqin, seeing that everyone screamed in shock.

If it was normal, Lin Liqin would have been vigilant when he saw Fang Qingchen so skilled, but at this time, his heart was soft, and he just said with a little sadness: "The sad feelings of the son really make the general admire." When the war and disaster are together, it is the people who suffer, but why are the people innocent? I thought to myself: It turns out that Fang Qingchen's martial arts are so good, no wonder he can escape from the capital.

Fang Qingchen shook his head lightly, staring at Lin Liqin, his expression was a little gloomy, his face became more and more pale as paper, but a pair of deep eyes were like ** intersections, as if there were waves and undercurrents. Lin Liqin only said that he was sad that the people were displaced, and he admired it in his heart, so he only silently restrained his subordinates and entered Pingcheng in an orderly manner.

30,000 horses and horses enter the city, naturally it will take a while, and halfway through, the striker has arrived at the Pingcheng Mansion, Lin Liqin was about to dismount and enter the mansion, but he heard Fang Qingchen say softly: "General Lin, I'm sorry——"

The cold light flickered in front of him, Lin Liqin looked stunned, and he couldn't react to what was happening, but he could hear the screams and screams around him, and the figure in white had already flashed into the crowd, and as the white clothes flew up, blood flowers also splashed and flew around.

Lin Liqin wanted to shout to restrain the team, but he only felt a sharp pain from his chest to his mind, and then he realized that there was a wound in his heart at some point, and blood spurted. He was furious, and glared at the white shadow with all his strength, but he saw only a hazy patch, and then his eyes went black, and he was unconscious.

As soon as Lin Liqin died, the whole team was even more chaotic, plus Fang Qingchen scurried left and right, his body was like electricity, and wherever he passed, it was bound to be accompanied by the dissipation of several lives. These sergeants are also veterans of a hundred battles, but the city gate has already collapsed everyone's fighting spirit and killing spirit, at this time chaos suddenly arises, many people can't react in their minds, what happened, and then hear the front burst: "The general is dead" shouts, I don't know how many enemies, what tricks and conspiracies ahead, the army's heart is scattered, it is actually a defeat like a mountain, a swarm retreat to the outside of the city.

At this time, there was a thunderous sound at the city gate, and the screams came, it turned out that Yan Li had already ordered someone to bury the zha medicine at the city gate, and when the army passed halfway, there was a fine work to secretly set fire to the zha medicine, and there were countless casualties on the landing, coupled with the fire burning, the news of the death of the main general came from the front, and the whole army was chaotic for a while, and everyone only cared about fleeing for their lives.

Just as he was fleeing for his life in a panic, there was a rumbling sound outside the city, and it was thousands of iron horsemen rushing and roaring. The Liang army was already like a frightened bird at this time, and I don't know how many enemies came, without the command of the leading generals, they scattered and fled, just in time to meet the menacing, fierce as the wind and fierce as the tiger's Yan Yu iron cavalry, almost did not resist, and let Yan Yu hold the spear in his hand, harvesting a fresh life.

This is simply a one-sided slaughter.

The 30,000 horses of the Liang army were mainly infantry, and the brave and flexible cavalry was already at a disadvantage in the field outside the city, not to mention the low morale and leaderless dragons, so it was impossible to organize an effective array of resistance. They fled, fought or surrendered, and the 30,000 army, under the 5,000 iron cavalry, collapsed in an instant.

Yan Li took the lead and rushed directly into the city. There were still flames all over the city, the smoke was misty, and Yan was so anxious that he couldn't stop shouting: "Light dust, light dust-"

Turning half of the city, sporadic battles continued, although the defeat of the Liang army was decided, but also some resolute and brave soldiers surrounded themselves in twos and threes, and fought to the death with the Yan Yu cavalry who rushed in.

Yan Li rushed so quickly, even if he encountered enemy soldiers, he rushed straight forward, and swept invincible with a spear in his hand. Although Yan Li's martial arts are not as good as Qingchen, after all, he has also learned martial arts for several years under Qingchen's personal training, and his pistol skills are extremely smart, at this moment he is anxious and angry, and his marksmanship is a little more arrogant and domineering. He was followed by a team of personal soldiers, seeing that the commander was brave and brave, and he was even more heroic, a team of people met the gods and killed the gods, and saw the demons and slay the demons, so that some scattered Liang soldiers saw this team of terrifying iron cavalry rushing from afar, so they hurriedly bowed down and surrendered.

When the situation in the city was a little settled, and people were asked to extinguish the fires everywhere, Yan Li didn't have the joy of winning a big victory, but he was worried about the safety of Qingchen, and his heart was pounding very fast, but he felt that he couldn't find Qingchen anymore, and he was afraid that he would have to lose his heart.

Yan Yu also knew the coach's intentions, so he didn't dare to disturb, but they searched around in teams, and for a while, the call of "Fang Gongzi" in the city came and went.

After waiting for a long time, Yan Li's scolding almost had some crying, but he heard a deep voice calling: "Yan Li-"

The voice was extremely low and weak, but Yan Li heard it immediately, and when he turned to look, he saw that Fang Qingchen's white clothes were stained with blood, and his whole body was messy, although his expression was gloomy and sad, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. Yan Li only felt a bang in his head, like a thunderbolt, his heart finally settled, his chest was about to explode with joy, and there was only Fang Qingchen's smiling eyebrows in his eyes. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Fang Qingchen's shoulders fiercely, and yelled: "Where are you hiding?" Do you know me, I, I thought you-" His voice was choked, and he couldn't say any more, but his whole body trembled, and he hugged Qingchen tightly, for fear that it was just a dream in front of him.

Qingchen let him hold him, just smiled, and said softly: "Don't worry, I said that you haven't become an emperor yet, and I will never go before you!" ”

Yan Li nodded, trembling and said, "Yes, Qingchen must do what he says!" Suddenly came back to his senses and shouted urgently: "Are you hurt?!" ”

Only then did he notice that Qingchen was covered in blood, and the heart he had just put down was hanging in the air again, looking up and down to look at Qingchen.

Qingchen sighed slightly: "Yan Li, don't be nervous, it's all other people's blood." I didn't get hurt, I just ...... It's just that I'm tired, don't worry, I'll wake up after a sleep, don't be sad and nervous! As soon as the words fell, as soon as Qingchen's eyes closed, he fainted and fell to the ground.

That was the closest Qingchen was to death, and it was also the most torturous few days of Yan Li's life.

Qingchen's dizziness is that the person is not awake, his breathing is very weak, his face is extremely pale, and his whole body is gradually cold, any so-called famous doctor said that Qingchen is oily and dry, and he will not live for three days, only him, I firmly believe that Qingchen will wake up.

Qingchen said, he was just very tired and tired, he was not injured, how could he run out of oil?

Qingchen said that he would wake up as long as he slept a little, so he was not nervous or sad, what Qingchen said, he would definitely do it!

Qingchen's face was as quiet and gentle as ever, without the slightest pain, as if he was extremely tired, and he didn't even want to move his eyelashes lightly.

Just, why is Qingchen's body getting colder and colder? Why is the breathing of light dust getting weaker and weaker? Why is it that after three days, Qingchen still doesn't want to wake up?

Light dust, light dust, if you wake up, I will definitely make fun of you, it turns out that you are a big lazy pig who eats and sleeps!

Light dust, light dust, if you wake up, I must punish you, you actually left me alone to sleepwalk in wonderland, but let me struggle in the red dust and be afraid!

Qingchen, you've rested enough, please wake up quickly, okay? I won't laugh at you anymore, I won't punish you anymore, as long as you come to your senses and look at me again!

Yan Yu knew that Fang Qingchen's life was on the verge of death, and they were all sad. As for Xiao Shui, Er Niu, Lan Shu, and Han Xiao, who have been with Fang Qingchen for a few years, they are even more heartbroken, and Xiao Shui doesn't know how many times he secretly cried, his eyes were so red and swollen that he was still reckless, and when he saw people, he said that it was sand in his eyes, which made people feel funny and sad.

But no matter how sad they are, they can't compare to Yan Li's pain.

Three days later, Qingchen's body was so cold that only his chest was still warm, and several miracle doctors who claimed to be rejuvenating shook their heads to diagnose that Fang Qingchen was mostly dead, and even said that he wanted to do the funeral as soon as possible, so as not to decompose the corpse, so angry that Yan Li grabbed his sword and wanted to cut people, and drove away several so-called miracle doctors.

Everyone watched Yan Li stay by Fang Qingchen's bed without eating or drinking, his beautiful face was so thin that he was not human, even his glass-like eyes were dull, the whites of his eyes were blood-red, his eyes were empty, and anyone who walked up to him was ignored by him. The soldiers were full of worries, Yan Li, who had always been elegant, beautiful, and handsome like the noble prince of the Six Dynasties, would be so fragile as haggard!

If Fang Qingchen really went, how could Yan Li withstand this blow? If Yan Li collapses, where will Yan Yu ride go?

In Yan Li's memory, Qingchen woke up on the fourth day.

At that time, Yan Li held Qingchen's hand tightly, staring intently at Qingchen's face, quietly counting Qingchen's long and dense eyelashes, and then, as if miraculously, he saw a pair of eyes that slowly opened, and the black jade-like eyes were as clear and transparent as before under the long eyelashes.

Time seems to freeze in this moment.

The pale and haggard face, the flying eyebrows are wrinkled, the beautiful lips are pursed, and the clear eyes that can reflect the whole world have long lost their brilliance, is this still the beautiful and unparalleled Yan Li? Is this still the radiant Yan Li?

Qingchen let out a soft sigh and reached out to pat the back of Yan Li's hand.

Yan Li's eyes were first dazed, then incredulous, and finally ecstatic, fierce feelings surged out in an instant, enthusiasm was like a hot summer day, he rushed forward hard, hugging Qingchen tightly, at this moment, he did not look at the momentum of the world, but was aggrieved like a child who was most frightened, tears rained down.

Outside the door, someone instantly spread the news that Fang Gongzi had come to his senses, and suddenly, thunderous applause and laughter erupted everywhere.

Yan Li didn't ask how Qingchen struggled to wake up, and he didn't know what choice Qingchen had faced, at this time, any language seemed so pale, he just hugged Qingchen contentedly, and then, quietly pillowed Qingchen's arm, smiling and falling asleep.

Yan Li was immersed in the past years of mutual trust and never abandoning each other, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. That feeling of warmth, beauty and happiness filled the entire Sunset Tower, and everyone listened to the bloody legend, although their hearts were surging, but no one made a noise, and no one seemed to want to disturb him and destroy the quiet, tranquil and warm atmosphere.

For a long time, for a long time, someone asked softly: "Fang Hou retreated from the enemy with a song, what is that song called?" ”

Yan Li woke up suddenly, slightly sluggish, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Retreat from the strong enemy with a song, and relieve the army with a movement. ”

May the world fight and turn into jade silk, and may the world's disputes stop, yes, the name is stopped!