Outside Ancheng, under Zhuo Lingyun, those veterans who had fought a hundred battles and experienced thousands of calamities stood quietly.

Dawn is approaching, and the sky is looming with brilliance. The wind and rain gradually weakened, and the gate of Yong'an, which had been closed for a long time, was finally opened.

Above and below the city, dozens of dead wind lanterns gathered in one place, gathering all the light at the city gate.

When the gate opened, they saw their commander, taking the reins of his horse, braving the wind and rain, and slowly sending the man sitting on the horse to them.

White robe and silver armor, peerless elegance.

Who is qualified to let General Zhuo Lingyun Zhuo lead the horse for him?

The sound of knives and guns falling to the ground, and the neighing of out-of-control horses......

This team, which always proudly declares that it will not mess with the knife, this team that has stood silently for half an hour in the wind and rain, is restless!

That's Fang Hou's armor! That's Fang Hou's demeanor! When Fang Qingchen was still in the world, these veterans who obeyed orders under his tent almost ignored the military orders and rode their horses forward!

"You read that right! This is Fang Hou! Fang Hou, he is not dead! Zhuo Lingyun's voice was like a bell and a drum, resounding in the night sky!

"Fang Hou is back...... Fang Hou is back!! Fang Hou! Fang Hou! ”

After the tsunami-like wild cheers, they all hurriedly puffed up their chests, and the team of thousands of people was solemn and silent in an instant!

It's not that I don't want to ask, it's not that I don't want to pounce in front of him. However, they are soldiers! They are soldiers brought out by other marquis! They are soldiers under the command of his military god Fang Hou!

Therefore, they stood in a solemn formation, with iron bodies, standing majestically, and stepped off their horses. Keep your head high! The body does not move at all. His eyes followed that person, and in the wind and rain, tears flowed.

Zhuo Lingyun smiled and looked back, there was already dawn on the horizon.

"Fang Hou, you saw it!"

They are the backbone of our army, and without them, no matter how strict my military orders are, they will not be able to pass them on. And they all revere you so much. I'm not going to try to override you, because that's absolutely impossible.

Zhuo Lingyun was using his way to show sincerity.

In the wind and rain. Fang Qingchen didn't say a word. He has always been close to his subordinates, and he never forgets it. Everybody here, he remembers.

Here, there are his former generals, there are young generals he taught and instructed, and there are also small soldiers under his account back then. Even if it was the lowest-ranking soldier of the year. Looking at the color of the clothes, now he is at least a ten-master.

One by one. I've seen everyone in front of me. I could see the tears of joy in everyone, and I could see their respect, love and attachment to him.

Thinking far away, what he remembered was the person who would never appear in front of him again.

"If I choose your righteousness. I will not be betrayed. Won't be abandoned, won't be hurt, right? But. I chose the emperor, so I was destined to be abandoned, and there was nothing to be sad about. It's just that I have done so much for the emperor, and the emperor doesn't care, and I haven't done anything for you, why are you so good to me? ”

At that time, why did you say these words? Is it trying to trick Zhao Yongyeol further? With a deep mind like him, it will never be drunk for no reason and sigh with emotion!

Somewhere in his left chest, it hurt inexplicably, so painful that he almost raised his hand to press his heart, but immediately put it down.

Hypocritical and cold, as insidious as him, how can he even have a weak heart.

I'm sorry, Lingyun, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you. What you respect and love is but an illusion. If one day, you are destined to see through me, I only hope that you will not be too bitter and resentful!

Zhuo Ziyun, among the generals outside the city, was the only one who was not from Fang Qingchen's old department, suddenly pulled out his long knife, held it high to the sky, and shouted loudly: "Fang Hou returns, God bless Dachu!" ”

Countless long knives were unsheathed, and thousands of cold blades split through the wind and rain, blooming with brilliance. Generals and soldiers raised their swords in unison and paid the highest salute to their god of war.

"Fang Hou returns, God bless Da Chu!"

This chant was repeated again and again, endlessly, like rolling thunder, waves and lightning, accompanied by wind and rain, far away.

After dawn, after the wind and rain, Fang Qingchen returned to the world, and this thunder and lightning, torrential rain and wind made the entire Chu country and the whole world shake!

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(The first two chapters, up to here, about 10,000 words, were written in one day.) I've been driven by emotions, all afternoon, all night, all writing and writing, always feel that I can't stop and rest until I finish this paragraph.

I always feel that those passions, those passions, are in my heart, sometimes I think about the article deeply, I boil first, I have to stand up first, turn around a few times, think for a while, to calm down the emotions.

Speaking of which, I've always been naïve.

I usually like to say, realistic, calm, rational, always like to say, too romantic things do not exist, too selfless things are unlikely, too great things, or less hope.

However, when it's my turn to write, I still want to write about blood, I want to write about true feelings, I want to write a beautiful thing that will never be tormented by reality.

Zhuo Lingyun struggled, Zhuo Lingyun was in pain, representing people growing little by little in reality and succumbing little by little. However, I still wanted to write about the dim light in the wind and rain, which always faltered and refused to extinguish.

I usually like to sigh about the world, and I also like to talk about the current state of the world with others, and I always like to talk about human nature may not be evil, but it must be selfish, and when people deal with things, they must first consider their own interests and gains and losses, however, they always naively look forward to the light in their hearts, naively, and persistently, to write those arrogant bones that will not be broken, and will not be cold and hot-blooded.

Many readers say that Xiaolou is very realistic and writes about the darkness of human nature, however, I know that I have always been, very naïve, very stubbornly looking forward to the light in the darkness, so there are so many long and long chapters recently, which make everyone feel dull struggles and repetitions, so that I can not stop writing today.

Everything is just because of the light that is very dim in the darkness but never goes out.

Another: To explain, I only know that the gas dead wind lamp is not very afraid of the wind, but I don't know whether I am afraid of the rain and wipe the sweat, I just like this realistic name. I feel crazy and have a character. Anyway, it's an overhead story, just think that the air dead wind lamp designed in this world is not afraid of rain, Khan. ）

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Fang Hou is not dead! Fang Hou was rescued by the Shura Sect Master back then, and the Golden Palace was just a dead Shura soldier! He's back, the God of War of the Great Chu Kingdom is back!

The news spreads like wings and drifts with the wind, spreading faster and faster than the notices that are constantly being posted.

In the capital of Chu State, Liu Heng was originally very leisurely.

The sky is clear and sunny, and the clouds are light and the wind is high. General Liu, who has the style of a Confucian general, got up early in the morning. After basking in the sun for a while, taking a walk, punching and dancing back to the sword, he returned to the hall refreshed, and had just received a cup of hot tea from the maid.

"General Liu. Eight hundred miles to expedite the newspaper! ”

Liu Hengcha handed over his left hand, and took the emergency report with his right hand. Shake lightly and skillfully into the wind. Before the words could be seen, his left hand trembled, the teacup fell to pieces at his feet, and the hot tea was almost all poured on his feet.

The people around him exclaimed in surprise and wanted to come up and take care of him. But he had already strode out: "Prepare the horse!" I'm going to see Your Highness! ”

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Attacked Chu Jing. Qin Xufei has never stayed in the palace. Although his subordinates often said that his residence was too simple and unimposing. Someone even wrote to him to claim the title of emperor as soon as possible, but he ignored everything.

I still only chose a spacious mansion to live in, and my life and rest were as simple as when I was in the Japanese army. Even for breakfast, it's still like in the army, a handful of fried noodles, mixed with water and mixed into a paste.

This morning, as usual, he slowly turned the bowl sideways, and sipped his batter smoothly in one gulp. After drinking the last bit, he habitually licked off the circle of batter that had adhered to the rim of the bowl, and the fine porcelain bowl in his hand was as if it had just been washed in water, and there was no batter left, so smooth that it could shine on his shadow.

In the military, food cannot be wasted.

As soon as he put down the bowl with satisfaction, he saw his good friend and good subordinate, panting and rushing over, and hurriedly strode up to meet him: "What's wrong?" ”

Liu Heng, a Confucian general, was wheezing, his image was so bad that he couldn't speak, so he only handed over the secret report in his hand.

Qin Xufei unfolded it, his hands trembled, and he exclaimed in surprise: "He is not dead!" ”

Liu Heng smiled bitterly: "Your Highness! ”

Qin Xufei was embarrassed, lowered his hand and smiled: "I also know that this is wrong." However, he is alive, and I really am ...... Very happy! ”

The corners of his lips rose with joy, and the future of that person was alive and the road in the future was naturally doubly difficult. But...... What could be more enjoyable than meeting a good opponent!

"Liu Heng, immediately arrange to hide Chu Ruohong in a secret place, remember to keep it secret, no matter how many spies he sends Qingchen and how much manpower he uses, he can't find it!"

The voice of the command was calm and firm.

Liu Heng responded, "Yes." But he asked again: "Your Highness, do you think Chu Ruohong can contain Fang Qingchen?" ”

"I don't know, but why take a gamble!" Qin Xufei smiled: "Right now, we don't have the time and energy to make more arrangements for the time being." ”

Liu Heng asked thoughtfully: "Your Highness, you still plan to deal with those people first......

Qin Xufei smiled a little helplessly, and his voice was clear and clear: "Liu Heng, I am eager to fight against Fang Qingchen again, but I have not forgotten my responsibility. ”

"However, with Fang Qingchen's prestige means, if he can't take the first step to curb its development and growth, I'm afraid it will be ......."

"There can be no compromise. Although I am a Qin person, this land ......" he raised his hand from afar and drew a large circle: "It is already under my rule, and the people here are already my subjects." I can't trade their lives for a compromise with those people for an early opportunity to move into the army. ”

Liu Heng smiled with relief, and said, "Your Highness's explanation, I will do it in the end." ”

He came and went.

On this day, Liu Heng was busy working, and on this day, Qin Xufei, who had always been diligent, was so excited that he didn't do any official business, looking at the clouds and the sky in a daze at every turn, and still circled around the room from time to time until the night.

And Liu Heng, who worked hard, did not return home until late at night, and he couldn't drink a sip of tea, so he was tired and fell on the couch. The maid stepped forward, undressed and took off his shoes for him, and exclaimed, "My lord, your feet?

"Huh?" Liu Heng lowered his head, only to see that his feet were burned and blistered, and because he was in too much of a hurry, many of them were already bleeding pus. I immediately felt the pain of piercing my heart. Forced to endure himself, his face twitched, and he scolded the culprit in his heart:

Fang Qingchen!! ……”

The news gradually spread to foreign countries.

On the outskirts of Yanguo, the tea stalls outside the city are very lively, and the imperial palace in the city is also brilliant and lively.

The palace is holding a grand welcome ceremony for Ji Lechang, the emperor of Qin who has just come to Yan Kingdom.

Splendid and smoky, infinite wealth. It's just full of singing and dancing, full of colorful eyes, but it can't make the thirteen-year-old princess smile.

Dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, with a few catties of Emperor Ji phoenix crown. It should be beautiful and cute, but at the moment it is like a clay wood sculpture of a girl. Yan Rin on the main seat couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

She's not even an adult yet. It should have been a carefree happy time, but in this distant and strange place, for the dignity of the Qin State, he put on a full set of dresses and phoenix crowns, and sat here motionless, watching some songs and dances. These royal pomp and circumstance welcome ceremonies. For this poor girl, I am afraid it is just a painful torture.

Think of it. Yan Rin said softly in a voice as soft as possible: "The princess is tired from afar, if she is tired, let them sing and dance, how about resting first?" ”

Princess Lechang raised her eyes to look at him, and then shook her head: "Lechang is not tired." Thank you for your concern. ”

Yan Rin knew that she thought she had been instructed to teach her mother a lot. I didn't dare to lose my country, although I pity her for being tired, I don't want to say anything more. only comforted softly: "The princess will come to Yan Country and treat this place as if it is Qin Kingdom." If you need anything, just tell your subordinates, or tell me. ”

Although they were about to get married, the tone of his conversation with her could only be so polite.

Le Chang nodded and replied in a low voice, and after a while, he suddenly raised his head and said: "Your Majesty, Le Chang is at the post station of Laiyan, and occasionally I heard people say that Chu Guofang Qingchen came back from the dead, I don't know if this matter is true or false?" ”

Yan Rin was stunned unconsciously, he could understand that this long-distance married woman who was a princess was actually ears

Usually I can't go one more step and say one more word, and most of the people around me are foreign, and I don't dare to ask about anything casually, so I occasionally hear a half-sentence rumor, so I have to be suspicious in my heart, and I have nowhere to verify the pitiful, but I can't understand that such a young woman, abandoning the country and other homes, can't take care of herself, how to take care of the affairs of the Chu country.

"That's true, but the country of Chu is far away from my country of Yan, so it's okay to come. And the state of Chu is now in chaos, although it is adjacent to the state of Qin, there is no threat to the state of Great Qin for a while, and the princess does not have to worry. ”

Princess Lechang whispered: "Lechang is just worrying about the Third Emperor Uncle, I don't know if the Third Emperor Uncle will be in danger if he is in the Chu State." ”

Yan Rin was even more surprised, today's King Qin was only afraid that his heroic third brother would die in a foreign country, but he didn't expect that this young princess would have family affection. Such a woman is really rare in the royal family.

Lechang didn't know that the young monarch of Yan Kingdom, her future husband, had such recognition and appreciation for her at this moment, she just bowed her head and remembered silently.

Her father has countless concubines, more than a dozen sons, and her daughters can't take care of her. What's more, her biological mother is just a humble palace person. In my memory, I hugged my closest relatives, except for my mother, it seems that there is only the third uncle.

Usually the families walk around, take care of each other's children, everyone pays attention to each other, shows goodwill, is nothing more than some men with royal inheritance, who will care more about their daughters?

Only Uncle Sanhuang will notice the little girl who is cold and lonely in the midst of prosperity, such a wide and warm hand to pick her up, such a bright laughter, and such a willfulness that unscrupulously throws her up and down.

I remember that I was so frightened that I screamed continuously, and the other uncles blamed the Third Emperor Uncle for being too nonsense and how to tease a girl as a boy.

However, she always remembered that although Uncle Sanhuang had not come to the palace many times, and although Uncle Sanhuang had led his troops out of Beijing for many years, he had hugged her, smiled at her, talked to her, and said to her gently: "My beautiful little niece, call Uncle Sanhuang quickly." ”

He thought that the daughter born to a little humble palace man like her was his niece and his relative.

The young princess lowered her head and quietly prayed in her heart, Uncle Sanhuang, I hope you can defeat Fang Qingchen as soon as possible, unify the Chu State, and live a safe and secure life.

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The legend of Fang Qingchen's resurrection from the dead has spread all over the world, and there are those rappers with a quick mind, so they will turn it into a legend and spread it everywhere.

In the suburbs of Yanguo, because of the new monarch's pro-government, the country is flourishing, the flow of people is more and more lively, and a small tea stall is getting bigger and bigger, and a large tent has been built.

The landlady with a bruised face but a gentle smile was gradually too busy, and had to hire two buddies to help with the business. Because there are many rich people who come and go, there are also some singers and storytellers who come here to solicit business.

The storyteller is slender and has a loud voice: "It is said that the current generation of the Shura Sect is more than a foot tall, his eyes are like copper bells, his ears are like hanging bells, he has the power of the sky, he has the depth of the city, and he acts all his life, and he is the most extreme and eccentric, wanton and willful......"

In just a few words, the tone is subdued, the voice is full of emotion, the guests are very attentive to listen, even the female owner of the tea stall is unconscious, slow down her hands and feet, listen attentively, in the corner, but someone is very sparkling with a violent cough.

The storyteller stopped talking in astonishment, and the tea guests frowned dissatisfiedly, and several turned their heads to look at the one-armed man who occupied a small table.

Qinggu was already busy rushing over, patting her shoulder and stroking her back: "Brother Rong, what's wrong with you?" ”

Rong Qian coughed for a while before he barely gasped: "It's okay, it's okay, I just choked on tea." ”

Alas, a thousand should not, never be, should not run to drink tea when someone is telling a book. My God, Ah Han is more than a foot tall, his eyes are like copper bells, and he also has a city in his chest, extreme and eccentric, wanton and willful...... Art really comes from life and is higher than life...... almost choked him to death. However, Qingchen's ability to lie is really getting better and better......

"But what do you do...... It's not the body and ......."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not sick, I'm fine, you can continue to be busy with your business, I'll go home first." Rong Qian slowly stood up. I can't help but go, if I really sit and listen to the whole commentary, he can endure the internal injuries with a smile.

"You're really not feeling sick?" Qinggu still felt uneasy.

Rong Qian glared at her: "Don't nag, how long do you have to make the guests wait?" Someone over there is calling for tea. ”

Qinggu knew his temper, so she had to look at him worriedly and gently admonish; "You go slower." Then I rushed to deal with the guests.

Rong Qian smiled, I also want to go faster, can I do it? His eyes swept over the lively tea tent, dragged his steps, and slowly left.

Among the tea guests, there are also those who do good deeds, and they are talking to each other again.

"That cripple is the husband of the boss lady, right?"

"Maybe."

"Poor, such a diligent and capable woman, just for the sake of being ugly, had to marry a sick ghost and be crippled. Alas, looking at his crooked and slow appearance, he has to rely entirely on this woman to support him, right? ”

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Although Rong Qian's martial arts are useless, his ears and eyes are still extremely spiritual. Walking slowly, those subtle whispers are all in your ears. He wasn't angry, he touched his chin with one hand and began to think: "Yes, I am so alone with Qinggu, and I am so close, how can I marry her?" No, no, we have to find a way to do it immediately! ”

I feel that I am a brother who is worried about my sister's marriage, and I immediately went through the unmarried men of the appropriate age I have seen in my mind recently, Zhang San is not good, Li Si is not good, Wang Wu is not qualified enough, alas, why are there so many troublesome things.

Rong Qian thought casually as he walked, he would definitely have a few more gray hairs when he went to bed tonight. People are already sick and disabled, and if they continue to grow old like this, they are really hated by God, except for Qinggu, I'm afraid that no one will pay attention to him, alas!