At night, the moonlight is hazy and more dewy.

Under the cover of night, the palace of the king of Qin was silent all around, except for the sound of the wind blowing the treetops, it was empty and empty; The huge palace stood alone in the cold wind, and the dark moon shadow reflected the dignity and grandeur of this Qin king's mansion.

The wind rises on a cold night.

Under the eaves, Xiao Changling lay quietly on the cold ground, the whole person was described as withered, his eyes were blank, his arms were spread out, his eyes were staring at the cloudless starry sky with his eyes sluggish, allowing the cold air on the surface to invade his body in thin white clothes, cutting inch by inch of skin on his body.

The shadow of the unsheathed, falling heavily, the bright sword light, the sword qi of Lingxiao, had long been blown out by the wind, hidden in the depths of the dark night, drifting away without a trace, leaving behind a large area of remnant snow rolled up for the sword qi, and an empty wine jug; Even in the cold air tonight, the spicy smell of plum wine is still permeated at this moment.

The winter in Shangjing is different from the early winter in the south, the outside of the city is pitch black, the snow covers the peaks, and only the sound of the cold wind can be heard, which constantly startles the birds in the forest, adding to the quiet beauty; However, the biting chill also made lovesick people feel desolate.

The cold north wind may be able to blow away layer after layer of falling flowers, but it can never blow off the feelings in the hearts of the children of the world; On such a quiet winter night, thousands of flowers were scattered for a while, leaving only a lonely shell, a lonely king......

The wind, gently blowing across the calm surface of the lake, rippled in a circle, rolled with a few petals scattered on the lake, and drifted into the porch with the wind; The messy flying flowers fell softly on Xiao Changling's clear face.

However, Xiao Changling's gaze was still as silent as death, and he couldn't see any vitality; I saw that in his confused eyes, there was resentment, unwillingness, resistance, and deep despair...... Looking up at the starry sky, these eyes, which were originally like the moon, seemed to be covered with black shadows and countless lights.

It's really hard to imagine how proud and unruly the decadent man in front of him was back then; In just ten days, he relied on the Jin Ge iron horse of the army under his command, and crushed the thousands of miles of river defense that the Southern Dynasty regarded as a moat in one fell swoop, hundreds of thousands of heroic divisions, crossed the Yangtze River, threw the whip and cut off the stream, went deep into the hinterland of Southern Chu, defeated Duan Wenzhen, the first general of the Chu State, completely swept away the main force of the last Chu army, and destroyed Chu in three battles...... In the end, even if he was as tenacious as the Great Chu Wu pawn, he also collapsed under the iron hooves of Jingbei.

Thinking about the day, the battle of the princess's tomb had just ended, and the scorching sun of midsummer was shining on the foothills of the princess's tomb, reflecting the green trees in the mountains; The mountains are full of flowers, Xiao Changling is dressed in white and silver armor, holding a halberd, riding a horse majestically, and overlooking the entire battlefield condescendingly.

The cold glow reflected by the white-clothed iron armor and the long halberd made people unbearable to look at directly, and the mountain wind mixed with the thick bloody atmosphere blew his battle robe hunting and rolling, and the black hair that had lost the restraint of the crown flew fiercely in the wind.

The Battle of the Princess Tomb was a key battle to lay the foundation for the Jingbei army to defeat Southern Chu; In this battle, the two armies faced each other, and the bloody battle lasted for three days and three nights, and it was not until noon on the third day that the battle gradually ended. After a battle, the corpses were all over the field, bleeding and drifting, even the grass and trees were red, and the sound of the collision of soldiers and soldiers echoed in the early morning sun.

In the lower part is the hideous and terrible corpse and blood, and in the high place is the warm and bright green trees and red flowers, two stark contrasts, two pictures that are never compatible, but because of the man's posture and bearing, under his feet strangely converged and condensed, it actually condensed into a thrilling beauty of the soul.

He held the reins in his hand, his eyes looked firmly at the end of the vast sky, and his expression was cold, like a hook of cold moon, hanging alone in the night sky.

The legendary god of war, put in front of him, I'm afraid it's not more than Erer.

In the past, he was such a commander who was proud of thousands of armies, commanding the wind and clouds, and crossing the eight wildernesses; But now, he can only be alone in the night wind drinking and dancing swords, and then lying weakly on the cold ground, looking up at the stars and moons, in a daze......

This night was not a late night in the sixth year of Yongxing, but an early winter night in the first year of Tiansheng.

When the smoke and clouds of the whole eleven years and the vicissitudes of life suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Changling's eyes, the eyes of the king of Jingbei suddenly floated a layer of dense water vapor, mixed with the iron and blood left over from years of fighting and long-term conquest, making his vision more and more blurred, as if he had entered a vague and ephemeral dream.

This is an extremely bleak dream, all the people in it, shadows and shadows, looming, even Xiao Changling's own body and soul have turned into a phantom at this moment, chaotic in the endless darkness, cruising back and forth between the blurred and the clear dividing line; The hazy moonlight sprinkled on his heroic brows, as if covered with endless spring snow.

Xiao Changling greeted the faint light and gently closed his eyes.

Close your eyes, resist the glimmer, as if on the bank of the Jade Belt River that year, look at each other, and the two hearts will be happy from then on.

In a trance, Xiao Changling only felt that his heart was slightly heavy, and out of nowhere, a fierce wind blew, blowing his clothes better than snow; After a while, his body gradually became lighter, and the moonlight became clearer and clearer:

It was a large piece of dazzling snow, converging into a soft and undulating Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, deeply rooted in heaven and earth; It was the vast Gobi Desert, looking at the sparse and dim two or three cold stars in the dark night, just waiting to be overwhelmed by the vast sky; That, it is the majestic and magnificent Shangjing of the Great Zhou, which instantly became a strict iron wall, standing straight in front of a white-clothed body, looking high on the top, and the peerless realm is thousands of miles......

Shangjing is the dragon vein of the Great Zhou Empire, and it is also the fertile soil where the commander of Jingbei was born and raised. Here, it was his 10,000-year-old home, but now, this Huanghuang Imperial Capital, which has haunted the dreams of countless heroes and heroes, has become a lingering nightmare for Xiao Changling's life, a sad place for a generation of heroes, and a cage that imprisons himself.

Eleven years ago, it was here, in the depths of this seemingly splendid but actually filthy imperial city, that an unforgettable love was buried and a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses was ruined.

From that day on, the high-spirited general in white died. The bright smile, the graceful posture, and the stubborn expression are forever buried in the billowing wolf smoke of the desert sky, and there is no imperial capital, no rivers and mountains, no afterlife, and no this life.

Since then, there is only the king of Jingbei in the world, and there is no Xiao Jiaerlang.

Outside the canopy, in the world of Kyushu, the blood relatives of the Heavenly Family who once made him proud have long been decayed and turned into dry bones in a mound.

That year, at the end of December and winter in the sixth year of Yongxing, far away in the northern frontier, countless Jingbei soldiers resisted the enemy and ran outside the fortress in the clouds, bleeding thousands of miles, tragic and heroic......

At the same time, in the capital city, the drums were full of music, and the most gorgeous imperial wedding since the crown prince's canonization diluted the dust of the fierce war from the north, and it was on the Hongyi Hall of the crown prince's east palace, setting off another bloody storm without gunsmoke.

Xie Fu Zongmiao, she was wearing five complicated clothes, wide Yun Xiu behind her, Xu Bu through the brocade paved jade steps, in front of the hanging statue of the ancestors of the Xie family in Chen County, kneeling with bated breath, palms folded, raised eyebrows, bowed deeply, eyes full of tears of despair, cold face, goodbye to parents, brothers and sisters.

The car in charge of welcoming relatives in the palace has left the palace gate and is on the way to Xie Mansion, the car is swaying slightly, and the curtain of deep embroidered beads isolates the faint sunlight from the outside.

She sat solemnly on the soft couch, her head and neck straight, her hands and feet were cold, and she always maintained such a stubborn posture, and walked out of Xie's house without looking back, passed through the layers of corridors, and stepped into the Luan car...... Until this moment, she was finally alone, and her originally tense whole body seemed to be no longer under any control. A cold force instantly penetrated this girl whose heart was like ashes, struggling to support her weak will, so as not to lose the last trace of thought.

Xie Wanxin boarded the Luan car and drove into the East Palace.

Perhaps, the moment she sat in the Luan car, the corners of the Xie family's girl's eyes had gradually moistened, and she waved her sleeves lightly against the mountains and seas.

"Erlang, the world is so big, you and I have our own sides, and from now on, we will meet indefinitely."

From then on, she is no longer a girl Wan'er, but the beloved concubine of the Great Zhou Tianzi - the noble concubine Xie.

A few months later, outside the Yongning Gate, Xiao Changling, the king of Qin, who was dressed in white armor, rode the sassy purple horse, his face was full of coldness, and his eyelashes were also painted with a touch of snow, his lips were dry, and his eyes were sharp.

Xiao Changling rode out of Beijing.

And behind him, the spring rain fluttered down, the ten-mile long pavilion trembled like thunder, and a large number of black iron like shadowy Jingbei cavalry, black helmets and armor, spears and swords, roared past, raising dust all over the sky, rolling up the leaves on the ground.

This time, from Shangjing to Jinyang, I will never look back, and I will not look back, and I will not go through the years, and I will be in the clouds for ten years.

Perhaps, from the moment Xiao Changling rode his horse out of Beijing, he lost everything, lost the throne, lost his family affection, and lost that lingering love; In the vast world, he is the only one left, standing alone.

Looking back on the past ten years, Xiao Changling was sad, and his heart was silently crying blood. I don't know when it began, those who used to laugh and scold, young and ignorant, as if overnight, they all became a pillow of yellow sorghum, a flower in the mirror, and a moon in the water.

He was a man of the utmost affection.

He respected his father, and thought that he could always be a filial son under his father's knees, a minister who acted as a monarch, a father who was kind and filial to his son, a brother and a brother, and a brother who was respectful, and who opened up territory for the Great Zhou Dynasty without distractions and pacified the world; However, it was also the man he respected the most in his life, the man who gave him life, his father, but he broke him up with his own hands, and finally the father and son broke up, and they never saw each other again.

He loves Wan'er deeply, and originally thought that with the two knowing each other at a young age, the true love of childhood sweethearts like the sea can always withstand the pressure of the world, overcome all kinds of hardships and dangers, achieve positive results, and stay for life; But in the end, he realized that he was simple, and no matter how deep his affection was, he couldn't resist the majestic imperial power and a piece of holy will.

Since then, the father is no longer the father emperor, but the tyrant who ruined his love; The eldest brother is no longer the eldest brother, but the despicable villain who snatched the throne that should belong to him and took away the woman he loved the most; Wan'er is no longer Wan'er, but has become the concubine Niangniang who now favors the sixth palace. Xiao Changling back then, watched her become his brother's woman, watched her lie in her brother's arms, and he ...... But there was nothing he could do, so he could only leave Beijing with a broken heart, and go to the country with a sword.

After that day, in the imperial capital of Shangjing and the temple of the Great Zhou, there was no more Pianpian son, only the commander of the Jingbei Army; It was also from this day that his face faded away from the warmth of the noble son, and a touch of murderous aura was added to it.

From then on, he was no longer a young prince confined to love, but a king of the Northland domain in the true sense of the word; Since then, in his eyes, there is no half of tenderness, no half of tenderness, only eyes full of coldness, and even love, indifferent.

Even though more than ten years have passed, even though now he has made great achievements all over the world, famous in Kyushu, and his prestige is enough to make 400,000 tigers and wolves bow down, even if Xiao Changling is now killing people on the battlefield, devouring countless blood, Jingbei Iron Cavalry has passed, rebelled against the leader, betrayed the party and ambushed him, and created an immortal feat of the previous dynasty; However, for him, he can never forget that beautiful figure; As far as he is concerned, what generation of heroes, what is the lord of Jingbei, it is better for her to call herself "Erlang" again, and she will call her "Wan'er" for a long time......

Xiao Changling would rather believe that this ...... It's a dream, a dream that ripples through the ages.

Ten years of ups and downs, Xiao Changling has always been alone, standing on the cusp of the storm, how much blame he endured, how many plots, no one understood him; He was in the clouds, and when he looked up, he saw a barren wilderness, all desolate.

Providence is difficult to see, the cultivation is short and impermanent, more than ten years, how many close relatives, how many friends and enemies have left one by one, that familiar figure, as if it was yesterday, fresh as ever, presented in front of Xiao Changling's eyes, father, mother, grandfather, uncle, Duan Wenzhen, Toto, Xue Lancheng, Dugu Yunhu......

In the vast world, Xiao Changling is the only one, alone and lonely.

"From then on, I ...... It's the end of the world. ”

……

The dream continues.

However, Xiao Changling's mind was still blank, his mind was dazed, and the whole person seemed to fall into the depths of the vast mist, unable to see the surroundings clearly, and unable to grasp everything, only feeling that the world was chaotic and hanging upside down.

At this moment, Xiao Changling's white clothes are in the wind, his clothes are flying, wandering among the clouds, with a very weak light, he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes and concentrated, only smelling the sound of the piano, smelling the fragrance of pear peanuts, as if he was in Yongbian Camp back then, he was full of ambition, wearing military uniforms, shouldering the mission of opening up the frontier and expanding the border, going to the north, and walking towards the battlefield that belonged to him.

For a time, the horses' hooves were clanging, and the military flag was hunting. In an instant, the wind outside the plug seemed to bring him to the north and the south of the Yangtze River, and to the Shura field that was full of bones in the past. He, riding a horse, swinging a sword, behind him is the galloping Jingbei army, thousands of miles of iron hooves rumbling, straight to the sky, the sword is pointed, the straight teaching Chu people are frightened, soft north, under the long sword, is a vast empire.

The icy cold wind blew through the wilderness, the bloody wasteland, and the bones pillowed. The blood had been sucked dry by the dry ground, and the ground was bright red. In the middle of the battlefield, an iron knife was plunged deep into the soil, and the blood was dripping down the blade, dyed a brown red, all of which were indescribably miserable.

He, a prancing horse, was invincible, and rode all over the grassland, raising thousands of miles of wild sand.

Suddenly, in this long yellow sand like fog, Xiao Changling walked alone, staring at the past from afar, but saw Wan'er wearing a bright red royal flag, like ten miles of red makeup, and her wedding dress was like fire, walking towards him, with a face and eyebrows, just like back then.

Xiao Changling smiled softly.

He was smiling, just like the woman opposite, smiling, as if he had returned to his youth.

Xie Wanxin stood face to face him, she saluted him dressed in white, gentle, delicate, graceful, bright, and her long black eyelashes drooped, covering her already slightly hazy eyes.

"Jiro."

"Wan-'er-" The pleasant voice echoed endlessly among the clouds, shattering the chill of the forest that gathered on the earth.

The woman stared.

Xiao Changling was ecstatic, quickly flew through the clouds and mist, and strode towards her, his black hair fluttering in the wind, and the colorful flower rain fluttered across his body, and the dark fragrance floated, leaving an almost demonic beauty.

However, in the blink of an eye, pear blossoms flew, confusing Xiao Changling's vision.

In just such a short moment, the tens of thousands of male soldiers behind him turned into flying sand in an instant, and the people in front of him were also like flower petals withering. Xiao Changling stood blankly, his hands empty, looking back at the sky full of remnants.

"Wan'er! Where are you? ”

"Wan'er! Wan'er ......"

In his heart, he was extremely lost and lonely, and in the end he could only let go. And the pear blossoms that have been flying and fluttering just now, the flowers are striking, fluttering for a long time, and now they have finally fallen to the ground.

With a heart-rending roar, the dream finally dissipated.

The night was unbreakable, Xiao Changling's eyebrows were deeply locked, his mouth was constantly whispering, there were some faint palpitations, and his expression was confused and he sat up from the dream, his eyes suddenly widened, and the white clothes on his body had already been stained with wet frost, and he lost his voice.

Between the ups and downs of the heart, it is the season when the cold wind is biting, and everything is depressed.

At this moment, this hero, who has 400,000 Jingbei iron horses, looks confused and helpless, as if he has been soaked in rain, thin and brittle; He gently clutched his heart, as if something was pressing on his chest.

It wasn't anything, to be precise, but a shadow, a lingering shadow.

For so many years, that shadow has always shrouded Xiao Changling's heart, like a poisonous snake coiled around the treetops, if it doesn't come, it won't be brushed away for a day; But when this moment really came, he realized that it was not just a shadow, but a mountain between each other.

Xiao Changling stood up in amazement, silent for a long time, stunned in the hazy moonlight.

Under the shroud of night and moonlight, Xiao Changling quietly looked at the waning moon, and could clearly feel Xie Wanxin's body temperature and breath.

There she was.

He clearly saw that Wan'er moved the lotus step lightly and slowly came to him. Her eyes are still as bright as the moon; Her face is still delicate and beautiful; Her skin is still fairer than snow; Her red lips are still fragrant......

Countless past events, like the water of long-term hatred, appear in front of me at this moment:

Thinking back then, by the Jade Belt River, he met her for the first time, fell in love at first sight, he fought for her in white clothes, proud but did not retreat, just to protect her.

On the bank of Huanhua Creek, he and her were in love for life, and their hearts were unswerving, and they made a promise of white heads.

At the foot of Qingliang Mountain, he rode with her, rode a horse and traveled together, thousands of miles of fast wind.

Forever parallel to the camp, he said goodbye to her, tired of kissing, and didn't want the love of this life to be over......

However, all of this has turned into yesterday's smoke and clouds, and it is in vain to be sad.

——Realize that the past is not admonished, and those who know the future can be traced. It's not far away, and I feel that today is but yesterday is not.

……

Thinking of this, Xiao Changling smiled gloomily, lowered his head, and two lines of tears flowed down.

"Wan'er, isn't it true that when you and I first met in Yudaihe, it was destined to be today's ending?!"