Mingjun is not descended from the world

"General!"

The night watchmen lined up and patrolled the city back and forth, carrying bright night lights in their hands, they all stopped to salute when they saw Shen Yechu.

Shen Yechu checked their equipment and weapons one by one, and said in a serious voice: "At night, the lives of the people and soldiers in this city will be tied to your shoulders. Check it out, don't take it lightly."

The soldiers stood up and said yes, shouting loudly.

Shen Yechu nodded. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped and pointed at the lanterns in their hands and said, "The climate is dry, be careful of candles."

Another fifth year after Zhou Funian's departure, Xilin's army crushed Chongyue's already aggressive body, and only drove Chongyue's frontier defense to the last barrier - Los Angeles.

And the guarding general of Luo City is Chong Yue's last available talent, Shen Yechu.

When Shen Yechu walked to the gate of the west city, it was at the gate where the gatekeeper was changing shifts, so he stopped and watched for a while.Shen Yechu's troops were well-organized and disciplined, with or without Shen Yechu's presence on the scene, it was the same tight fit, even if it wasn't the slightest slack.

Shen Yechu asked the soldiers to open the city gate for him, and he quickly walked out sideways.

Ximen is the rear of Los Angeles, the farthest from the Chongyue camp, and relatively safe.

Shen Yechu is the commander of the first army, if he wants to go out of the city to check, no one will suspect him.

It was cold and late at night, and a full moon hung coldly in the sky, reflecting the white holes on the empty ground like dawn.

Shen Yechu rode his horse at a gallop, and after walking about a mile or two, he reined in his horse in a shimmering place, where there was a clear pond, which looked like a jade-colored streamer across the rocks from a distance, called the Jade Belt. spring.

Shen Yechu tied the horse to the spring to drink, and walked up and down in front of a boulder.

Shen Yechu clenched his neckline, shivered and raised his head to look at the sky. It is regrettable to say that the night is dark and the full moon is like a mirror. Unfortunately, there are not even half a star in the sky, which makes the cold even more bleak, like the wind. A knife can cut people apart.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of the clothes belt, and a burst of warmth came from behind, wrapping Shen Yechu tightly, and separated into two worlds from the cold wind and cold night.

Shen Yechu was only stunned for a moment, he looked down at the black cloak on his body, and turned around trembling.

"Back..."

Shen Yechu knew who the person was without raising his head. He stretched out his arms around the person's waist, only felt that the touch under his hands was strong and strong, and he was much thinner than before. He buried his head on his thick chest, the person's The heartbeat is steady and powerful, and through the complicated clothing and skin, it entangles and collides with the sound of my own heartbeat, and spreads to all the limbs, even the tips of the toes tremble.

Shen Yechu intuitively felt a pain in his waist and abdomen, his feet lightened, and he left the ground as if he was flying. His long hair hung down from his ears and flicked in front of his eyes. Shen Yechu felt that Zhou Funian carried him like a The country man was hugging his aunt. He was about to get angry when his head spun around for a while. Then he was put back on the ground and sat behind the boulder.

Zhou Funian quickly took off Shen Yechu's cloak and spread it on the ground. Before Shen Yechu could speak, he was thrown to the ground by a strong force. The man lay on top of him, occupying every inch of his skin from head to toe.

The sky is on the ground, the frost is cold and the moon is cold.

Bai Cong stood quietly by the spring, snorting from time to time.

"The night is so beautiful..." Shen Yechu looked at the sky and sighed, "It's a pity that there are no stars."

"It's so difficult. Even if I pick the stars and embrace the moon, I still call this eternal night."

Shen Yechu smiled, but did not speak.

"Ah Chu...you go back with me!" Zhou Funian asked tentatively. "Follow me to Chongyue, won't we be together for a long time?"

Shen Yechu slowly opened his eyes, his deep pupils seemed to be poured into a pool of deep springs, he stretched out his hand to caress Zhou Funian's forehead, then lowered his head and kissed an old scar between his shoulder blades, " Would you like to give up attacking Chongyue, withdraw your army, Xilin and Chongyue will be fine, and then you and I will go back to the mountains and forests, would you like to?" Shen Yechu looked at Zhou Funian and said deeply.

Zhou Funian shook his head silently, and he closed the cloak around Shen Yechu's neck again, "Ah Chu, it's not that I don't want to go into seclusion with you. Yue and Xilin have been in the same situation since ancient times, if I don't destroy Chongyue, one day, Xilin will be destroyed by Chongyue, since I was born in the emperor's family, I have no reason to back down and enjoy my little luck."

Shen Yechu seemed to know Zhou Funian's answer a long time ago, so he leaned his face on Zhou Funian's chest, the light in his eyes dimmed uncontrollably, "Back then, since you said that, then I am in the same situation as you. Chongyue gave birth to me and gave birth to me. Now the enemy is in front of me. If I live for a day, this body and flesh will belong to Chongyue. Since you don't want to listen to what I say, then I have nothing to say. Xilin and Chongyue are enemies , that is, you and I are irreconcilable."

"You..." The soft warmth in Zhou Funian's heart was completely wiped out by the cold "incompatibility". He clasped Shen Yechu's shoulders with both hands, and pulled him away from him with some resentment, just wanting to see What kind of cold lips can say such chilling words.

I saw Shen Yechu hanging his head, the broken hair on his cheeks slipped from behind his ears to cover his eyes, his teeth were tightly biting his lower lip, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Zhou Funian took a closer look under the moonlight, only to realize that Shen Yechu bit his lip hard enough to ooze blood.

He couldn't say any words of reproach for a while, he held Shen Yechu's chin with his warm hands, and brushed away the broken hair on his cheeks, revealing a wet face and a pair of blurred eyes.

"Retire, this is fate..."

"Fate, I don't believe in fate!" Zhou Funian said fiercely, and he rubbed Shen Yechu heavily in his arms.

Shen Yechu led the horse and walked slowly under the silent city wall.

Deeper and dew heavier, the night was dark and breezy, and the dark night was splashed on his silver cloak.The man's body temperature had disappeared from Shen Yechu's collar, but he was still pacing slowly, turning his head three times at a step, until the slick pool of water disappeared.Shen Yechu's heart was like the moon in the sky, and he didn't know where it had sunk for a long time.He tried his best to delay the time to return to the city, as if every step he took to approach Los Angeles, he lost Zhou Funian inch by inch.

Suddenly, a burst of unusual brightness illuminated the dark night.Shen Yechu looked up in amazement, only to see that the direction where Xilin was stationed, there were countless rising red Kongming scattered all over the sky and fields.

"Catch the stars and embrace the moon, and the night will last forever."

Shen Yechu laughed lightly, what that person said was really nonsense.

He leaned against the city wall of Luo City and quietly watched the candle flames flying in the sky.It was a clear night Zhou Funian created for him, the bright moonlight ignited for him, illuminating his secluded way back to the city, and warming his cold eyes.

Shen Yechu sighed softly, if given the chance, he would really like to pick up a pen and write down this long-cherished wish of his life on the lamp.

"May Xilin and Zhongyue stop fighting forever, and may Zhou Tui's peace... eventually become a happy family..."

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