Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

On July 12th, King Cheng and King Jiang’an County successively issued essays, complaining that Emperor Xiwen was desolate and innocent, and the princes were even more rebellious. They were called the national society and were willing to step forward and support the orthodoxy.

Jiangnan and Southwest have also begun to chaos.

Yan Qi took the people back and forth along the road from Xiangyang to Nanyang several times, but did not see the whereabouts of Ling Qingyu and Yingjiu, so that the corners of his mouth were so anxious that he had to take a lot of pills every day to stabilize his heart. pulse.

Seeing a tea pavilion on the side of the road ahead, Ying Thirteen grabbed the reins of Yan Qi's horse and said, "Master Qi, take a break."

Yan Qi wanted to shook his head, but when she saw Ying Thirteen, her eyes were flushed, her face covered with dust and tiredness, she looked back at Ye Po and the others behind her, nodded, and walked to the tea pavilion.

There were already quite a few people sitting in the tea pavilion, and two of them looked like a convoy coming down from the north.

"Chaos! It's chaos over there now! We all came here by detour. Xuchang was fighting so hard that the roads were closed."

Road closure? Ying Shisan's heart moved, Yan Qi and the others came here on horseback, and Ye Po and the others came directly during the chaos in Bianjing, but if Ling Qingyu and the others came a few days late, would they also detour?

"The uncle!"

The middle-aged man was talking to people so much that he could hear the call, and he responded. He looked up and saw that he was a young man in strong black clothes. Although he was covered with dust, he still had extremely beautiful and bright eyes. Looking at him with a slight smile, he asked, "Which way did you come from Xuchang?"

The middle-aged man was startled, and said: "We came from Fangcheng and wanted to go to Funiu Mountain, but I heard that there were heavy rains in that mountain at this time, so we didn't go in."

"Funiu Mountain?"

"Yes, there is still no chaos over there, it is safer, but the mountain road is difficult to walk, it has to go around for several days." As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, he saw the young man politely thanking him and returned. Among the newly seated group of people who were also dressed in black clothes and dusty servants, after speaking a few words with the leader, the group of people lost money on the table, packed some food, and rode on the horse. Go on the road to Funiu Mountain.

"It looks like they are looking for people, but why didn't you tell them that there was a heavy rain on the mountain a few days ago, the roads were cut off, and they couldn't get through?"

"I haven't had time to say it yet? But I don't know who it is? I'm afraid I have been looking for it for quite a few days."

"You said they, they have been searching for days, and they have ran back and forth several times in front of my tea pavilion."

"Hey, now the army is in turmoil. If you get lost, it's really hard to find. I don't know who it is."

After going around from Zhenping into Funiu Mountain and galloping along the mountain road for half a day, when he saw Ling Qingyu who was resting beside the big rock, Yan Qi's heart throbbed again.

The rain in the mountains lasted for three days, and it took Ye Shiyi two days to recover to be able to move freely. The mountain road has been completely overwhelmed by the heavy rain. They had suffered a lot when they came out this way. Is embarrassed.

Hearing the sound of horseshoes, Ling Qingyu put down the hand that was holding Ying Jiu's hair, turned his head and saw that the group of people standing there thought he was dazzled, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and when he opened it again, Has been embraced in a trembling embrace.

"Yan Qi..."

Ye Shiyi carried a pheasant in his hand and a sword in one hand. Standing three steps away watching Yan Qi put her in his arms, he felt empty in his heart. One and a half months, is it the end?

"Eleven?" After Ying Thirteen probed Ying Jiu's breath, she looked at Ye Eleven and called out.

"Brother Thirteen." Ye Xixi suppressed all his feelings and responded with a faint smile.

Two years ago, the Ling family bought the villa under Wolong Peak. At this time, Xiangyang was also in a tense situation, but no one would pay attention to this villa in a remote ravine.

The guards evacuated from Bianjing left more than four hundred people. In Sixteen Nights, except for Ye Ying Ye Li Ye Xue who followed Ye 11 to the party office, the three stayed in the north, and the rest followed Ye Po. , The shadow thirteen in the red building brought twelve over, and the others were hidden. The shadow ten from Jiangnan and the shadow two from the training group stayed in place and did not move. After all, the main losses this time were the guards and guards. The people of Meng Su.

And... Ying Jiu...

Knowing that Yan Qi and the others escaped with the help of Zhao Yinfeng's men, Ling Qingyu didn't say anything for a while, the only thought that flashed in his head was that the warm jade was finally worth it.

After a day's rest, Ling Qingyu and Yan Qiying 13 went to Wolong Peak and sent Yingjiu and Cheng Jia into the Hall of Longevity.

Seeing Cheng Jia's body restored to its original shape and Ying Jiu's body recovered as before, Yan Qi sighed lightly. Seeing Ying Thirteen's probing eyes, she whispered to Yan San, "Look, he still looks like that. , But I am already old, which is really unfair."

Ying Shisan was taken aback, then smiled helplessly, shook his head, walked out of the Hall of Longevity, and sat at the door.

Ying Jiu smiled very happily, so far, all the way was turbulent and wanted to be recognized, but no matter how hard it was, Ling Qingyu did not leave him. When they met, his body was even among the three. The cleanest.

Yingjiu, if you knew, how would you be happy?

Yan San, his fingers lightly scratched the outline of Yan San's face, Ling Qingyu only felt as uncomfortable as a huge boulder in his heart. Although it was beautiful, he could accept any sacrifice, but how could he accept it? What should I do? Yan San...

"Qingyu, this position is mine, don't let anyone else." Yan Qi's voice hummingly sounded nearby. Ling Qingyu was startled when he saw his fingers tap on the empty ice jade bed next to Yan San, with a bright smile on his face , Unconsciously said: "Don't talk nonsense."

Yan Qi turned to face her, pressed her palms on her chest, and said, "Here, are there Cheng Jia and Ying Jiu now?"

Ling Qingyu's heart suddenly hurt, and he turned his head to look at the two people. Yan Qi pulled her into her arms, her palm still pressed against her heart, and said, "As long as you remember them, they will live forever and live with you. In my heart, Qingyu, you are right. You have to sacrifice in everything. Don't demand yourself any more."

"Yan Qi..." With red eye circles, Ling Qingyu sniffed and nodded, "I know."

"Me too, Qingyu, when that day arrives, don't be sad, just leave me here. Come see me when you have time, think about me occasionally, and then live well," Yan Qi lowered his head and kissed. She caught the tears in the corner of her eyes, and said, "In that way, Yan Qi will be satisfied."

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Qiaokou Town is located on the edge of the Xiang River, only fifty miles away from Changsha City. At this time, it is the best season of August. The sweet-scented osmanthus and golden chrysanthemum are in full bloom, and the golden yellow is floating in the stretching rice fields. It is a bumper year.

Old man Chen took his little grandson and hid behind the firewood stack, watching a dozen soldiers in his yard kick open the door of the house and tumbling around. Several soldiers pressed his daughter-in-law on the water mill, while his son was holding him upside down. Corpse with hatchet.

Old man Chen gritted his teeth and pressed his grandson's mouth, quietly withdrew from his yard by the firewood, and walked out of the town along the small canal by the ridge.

The town was full of soldiers with swords. After kicking the door and breaking in, there were screams and curses. Not long after, there were a few thick smoke in the sky, and then Spread with those continuous houses.

"There are two more here!" The old man, who was crawling with his head, was startled. He looked up and saw that a soldier with a knife was standing on the ridge, with his shirt open, his pants, and a red skirt in the grass. Horns out.

Pushing his grandson behind him, Old Man Chen begged: "Master Jun, let us go."

"Oh, uncle, what you said is wrong, but we are here to investigate the spy." The soldier's knife knocked in his hand and smiled: "I think the one behind you is like a spy, come here!"

Old Man Chen red eyes and said angrily: "What spies, you rebels!"

"Let us become a king and walk the way for the sky. Now we are going to overthrow the pseudo-emperor, old man. You can't talk nonsense, and talk nonsense about death." The soldier grinned and raised the knife in his hand.

The cold light on the blade flickered in the sun, and Old Man Chen turned around and prepared to run, but he might as well call out the little grandson behind him and rushed towards the soldier.

Seeing that the knife was slashed at his only lone seedling, Old Man Chen yelled with cracked eyes and threw himself on his grandson.

The unexpected pain did not come. There was a puff from his side. Old Man Chen turned his head and saw that the soldier fell on his side with an incredible look, and a huge crack in his neck was spraying blood.

"I want to stay alive on eleven and ask about the situation."

"Yes!"

Old man Chen raised his head and saw a black-clothed young man standing next to the soldier was closing his sword, then his figure shook, and disappeared. Turning his head, he saw several horses standing quietly on the Tianbian Official Road, the first one. The man on the horse had a face that was more beautiful than a woman, but with a cold chill.

Old man Chen took a step back unconsciously, and turned his head to see who had come from hundreds of people in black rushing into the town, and he was even more nervous, wondering who these people were.

"Master, we are passing by here, do you know where these rebellious soldiers are?" A slender, handsome young boy narrowed his eyes with a smile, got off the horse, stretched out his hands and raised his father together, and asked .

At the age of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a bright and amiable smile, Old Man Chen relaxed a little, and said, "Speaking of being the soldiers of the king, they have rebelled all the way. I heard that they have already hit Changsha Mansion the day before. These people must be I was defeated by Master Han and escaped."

"So, can Master Han from Changsha Mansion be able to hold Changsha City?" the boy asked briskly.

"That's natural! Don't say that the city wall of Changsha is three feet high, just say that Lord Han is there, and the rebels can't move the city of Changsha at all!"

"Master Han is so powerful?"

"Of course, Lord Han..." Old man Chen wanted to brag about it again, but at this time he had already followed the boy to the ridge, watching the scene on the street in the town, and suddenly couldn't speak.

The streets were full of soldiers' corpses in the army uniforms of the king. Some of the townspeople who were still alive rushed out of the hospital doors in fear. From the open doors, you could see the men in black chopping vegetables and melons. Soldiers hacked.

Old man Chen was trembling a little, and took his grandson two steps to the side.

"Uncle, don't be afraid. We don't kill good people. If you don't clean up the rebellious soldiers, your town will only be in trouble." The young man took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to Old Man Chen's grandson with a smile.

"Seven masters!" A big man dragged a man with an arm that had been chopped off and dressed clearly better than the other soldiers. He threw him in front of the few men and horses, and said: "It is the defeated soldiers of the king. They attacked Changsha City with 30,000 men. , Was defeated by Han Ziqing and chased out of the city, defeated so far."

"Are you just such a few people?" The man leaned over and asked immediately.

"Our army of 200,000 kings is behind, know you will let me go!" The man shouted, and was chopped down by the big man, and he immediately broke his breath.

"Seven masters!" A person rushed over from the street at an extremely fast speed. Old Man Chen looked at the young man-like face in surprise, then was startled by the coldness in his eyes and sweated out, and he stepped back two steps before he knew it. .

"I asked, they are the vanguard of the king. The leader of the army wanted to grab the merits, and went to attack Changsha City. Instead, Han Ziqing used them to attack their camp. They fled to the back and joined the main team. There are 100,000 people behind the king, no more than a hundred miles away." The young man's voice was cold and sweet, but with a chill that made his heart palpitation, Old Man Chen took two steps back again, and then fell back and fell back.

The laughing young man shook Old Man Chen with a scream, avoiding the tragedy of him falling into the field. He put his fingers on his lips and hesed softly, then took out a candy from his purse and gave it to the kid.

"Is everything cleaned up here?" the man immediately asked.

"Well, it's all done." The young man nodded, shaking his hand, returning the long sword into the scabbard, and turning his eyes on the three people on the side of the road, and said: "San Lang, there is a shop in front of the town that sells buns and one Kind of snacks."

"I know." The boy smiled and said to the boy: "Can you take your brother there?"

Chen Xiaodong had been bought by his two candies a long time ago, and nodded hurriedly, the boy picked him up and walked into town with Old Man Chen.

"Brother, why did that brother ask you to buy it?" Chen Xiaodong asked, licking his finger.

"Because that elder brother just killed a lot of people, and his body is very bloody." The young man smiled with his brows and eyes, and said that he covered his eyes with his hands to prevent him from seeing the **** scene in the town.

Both the rebels and the men in black came in from the end of the town. The shop at the head of the town had not been overturned by the rebels. The shop owner shrank under the counter and shivered. After hearing the old man yelling several times, he crawled out and looked around. Look, then patted his chest and said, "Scare me to death! I am frightened to death! Those king soldiers are really not humans, who were we rescued? Did Master Han send soldiers?"

"Master Han is afraid that there is no time to send troops over. You'd better go into the mountains to hide," the boy put a bit of silver on the counter and smiled: "Boss, help me wrap the buns and the dim sum in the pot. "

"Who are you?" Old man Chen finally asked. Although these people kill more fiercely than those soldiers, they are their saviors anyway, and in this world, it is better to follow a strong man than if they have no such ability to protect themselves. Of the flat-headed people.

The boy smiled and didn't answer him. Instead, he asked, "Where is the rice shop in town? I want to buy some rice."

Old man Chen did not ask any more questions. After taking the boy to the town’s rice shop, he took the child back to his yard and looked at the corpse of his son and daughter-in-law who was still hanging on the water mill, as well as the corpse of a rebel soldier. , Sat at the door and started to froze.

"Grandpa!" The little grandson pushed Old Man Chen, only to make Old Man Chen come back to his senses. He saw hundreds of black-clothed men on horses walking past the door with a carriage, and the smiling young man was admiring. The freshly-baked sugar oil cake was handed into the carriage, and a tall young man next to him said to him: "Master hasn't woken up yet, don't wake her up." The young man took his things and retreated, and then walked to the two grandparents. In front of him, the half-divided sugar oil papa was given to the child, touched the child's head, and said, "Pack your things and go. The king's follow-up troops will arrive one day."

Old Man Chen nodded and watched the team of people pass directly through the main street of the town, and dozens of people from the back followed after they carried rice out of the rice shop.

The town was quiet, and then mournful cries rang from every courtyard.

"Don't cry! Pack your things and go up the mountain!" The mayor ran out of the house and shouted every family: "Don't cry, there are soldiers coming from behind. Keep the people alive first, and go!"

King Cheng broke out in Chenzhou on July 12. After he captured Shaozhou in a month and a half, he approached Changsha City, but was blocked by Han Ziqing, commanded by Jinghu South Road. The surrounding towns were looted by King Cheng’s troops and began to grow. A seven-month siege.

In northern Guangdong in September, the air is fresh and cool, and the ancient Xijing Road runs between the mountains and the mountains, and the moss-grown bluestone slabs are left with rain, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, and a depression is a scene.

The terrain of Tiyunling’s ancient road is extremely dangerous. The road is steep, with high peaks on both sides, and the cliffs are deep and concave. After October, it will not be easy to pass. Most merchants will go home in September. This time is Tiyunling Station. The busiest time.

There were a lot of people sitting in the lobby of the post station, and people from north to south were exchanging information.

The head of the station shook his head and walked to the door of the station. He knocked on the hookah pipe and took a sip. He watched the darkening sky and thought to himself that this Jinghu Road was fought hard, and I don't know when the war will come here.

While thinking about it, I heard the sound of horses’ hoofs on the side of the mountain road, and there were a lot of horses at that sound. The station master stretched his neck and looked at it. He saw a few horses on the winding mountain road. He greeted him after seeing the post. After a cry, he came to the post.

"Boss, do you have a guest room?" The first person was a teenager with crooked eyes, and asked the station master with a smile when he got off the horse.

"Yes, also, but the guest officer wants to eat and stay?" The stationmaster hurriedly knocked on the hookah pipe and smiled.

"Yes, how many rooms does the boss have?" The boy looked at the small inn and asked with a smile.

"It's still five rooms, it's enough..." The station master's word was dumb when he saw the people coming up on the mountain road continuously, that's not a few people!