White Feather Huaisha

Su Yu punched him lightly, "...Is this how Tian'er talks?"

Xie Huaiyi grasped his fist, sent it back to him, and said in a low voice: "Look at the way you are going to die, you must be promising."

Su Yu retorted in a low voice, "You're just going to die."

Xie Huai squeezed his chin, "I know what you're thinking, you're right. But what is this battle? You're going to be a great general in the future to level the capital and clean up rivers and mountains. These people are not worthy of your desperation. My people will naturally cross rivers, rivers, sky and seas for me, but I have worries, you save your life, understand?"

The words were beautiful, but Su Yu was unmoved, "Do you think I'm a fool? Your own life is in danger, and you are still a general. You are a dog head. Don't give me blood, I am not brat."

Xie Huai hated iron for being weak, so he patted his chin back with his backhand, and then lowered his voice, "Don't talk nonsense. When you come back, I have something to discuss with you. It's business. It has something to do with me."

When these words fell to the ground, Su Yu slowly sat up straight, and looked up at the sky.The clouds have been holding back for several days, and it seems that it is going to snow. The sky is gloomy, faintly blue, and the clouds are lower.

He quickly turned his face back, "...you couldn't have made a big fat boy with some girl outside, did you? There's no need to discuss it, just die."

Xie Huai: "..."

Su Yu really knows how to chat better than him.

Everyone who was blinded by the kiss still maintained the state of "I'm so shocked that I can't stop watching", but Xie Huai suddenly raised his foot and kicked down on the horse's buttocks sitting under General Su's seat. The horse galloped away.Su Yu was almost thrown off, managed to control the rein of the horse, turned around and shouted loudly: "How dare you! I'm not finished with you!"

Everyone was even more shocked—turning faces is quicker than giving away a head, what kind of relationship is this between King Huai and the little general?

Lin Zhou was rather old-fashioned, and with a "tsk", he felt that the world is getting worse. San Lun said "I rely on it", squatted down with his head in his arms, and tugged at Lin Zhou's trousers, "Doctor, put some eye drops on me."

Li Tan's mind was on the half-dead little Jieba, he didn't bother to drink the vinegar for a while, and he still didn't realize it, "Who is that horse monkey? Is it our Su Yu?"

Yan Yufei scratched his head in a daze, and asked what was on his mind for the group of rough old men: "No, are they a couple after all? It doesn't feel like it. Is it the trend of Jinling sons to chew each other recently? Mouth? Hey Li Tan, what are you running for, little Saner?"

With a sound of "boom", a huge wooden pile rolled over, entangled several soldiers who hadn't escaped, and crushed the living people into a pulp.Yan Yufei's expression became serious, and he raised his hand suddenly to grab Lin Zhou's back collar, and dragged him back.

Lin Zhou gasped for several breaths, and pushed him with a pale face, "General Yan, don't worry about me, I'll help transfer the wounded soldiers."

Yan Yufei nodded slightly, got on his horse, and raised his long knife.The sword light swept across the soldiers lined up, swept across the blood and mud all over the ground, and finally crossed the front awe-inspiringly, he shouted sharply: "Attack!"

At noon, the prince summoned his two ministers to discuss how to break the siege of Jinling in the East Palace.Fu and Lin didn't arrive for a long time, only the head of the country, Li Jun, walked up to the hall with his sword, let go of his hand, and threw something into the prince's hand.

Xie Luan raised his hand, only to see that the material in his hand was shining brightly, and the rare winter sun dispersion was refracted on the pitch black, it was the tiger ben order made of colored glaze.

The head of the state lifted the long sword in his hand, and lightly shooed off the sheath to put Chen Hui on it, "Your Highness has worked so hard to go to Changning Temple, and when he comes back, he will divide powers. Who are you making the wedding dress for?"

Xie Luan slowly turned his head under the eyes of the palace people with different meanings, and called out: "Father."

Seeing the emperor gasping for breath, the sharp and dignified old man in front of Xie Luan smiled softly, "...Your Majesty has no boundaries for thousands of years, how can a wolf be allowed to sleep on the side of the country?"

The emperor's gray pupils stared at him closely, and after a while he raised his hand tremblingly, "Come here, please let the prince go to the middle palace to rest."

The palace man came over and called out, "Your Highness?"

Xie Luan didn't move, he raised his eyes in disbelief and looked around.The prince's eyes had never been so bloodshot and clean and fierce, and the palace servants looked away quickly.

The fourth son of the emperor, Xie Luan, has learned from these people who can be included in the historical records for more than ten years that the ministers should be loyal to the emperor and the emperor's envoys should be polite, and he has always believed in it.Now it seems that once the so-called benevolence, righteousness and loyalty are out of the law and are held in the hands of a group of ignorant or unwilling to know people, the so-called etiquette, distinction between the noble and the humble, and the distinction between the superior and the inferior, have become a hindrance.

Soldiers garrisoning the frontier at night reciting in decline, brides wasting half of their youth, exiles until their bones were lost, borders retreat night after night with waving flags, while Jinling's lyrics and incense powder soared to the sky, literati and poets sang a thousand auspicious statues of princes and grandchildren In the Crane Courtyard, the fragrance of ink covers the eyes full of desolation and absurdity, as if the grandeur and righteousness of thousands of years are all in the pen.

No matter how many people die—for what?

Xie Luan only felt a chill on his face, he raised his hand and wiped away his tears vigorously, without anyone seeing him, he just blurted out: "You are all blind."

The emperor frowned and asked the childish and innocent traitor, "What?"

He stopped talking.

Words are just words that are forgotten by the ear, and only the things that the eyes have seen and the fingers have touched can really touch the apex of the heart.

They were in high positions, and they were supposed to be far-sighted, but they all closed their eyes, and only he had seen them.Only when his heart was repeatedly bumped and bled, did he know why the army outside the city hurt.

The battle to defend the city has come to an end, and the people in Jinling City have already packed their burdens, and are waiting tremblingly for the city gate to be broken.Contrary to this attitude, the Huben Army trained and deployed troops in a leisurely manner, as if they had a well-thought-out plan.

The Second Longqing Army outside the city didn't know about this, and the sound of shouting and killing vibrated and hit the eardrums all over the sky.

Su Yu suddenly raised his hand to untie the bow on his back, bent over and swept the ground, grabbed a blood-stained iron arrow from the dead body on the ground, bowed his back, sat back on the horse again, raised his hand and pulled the bowstring to the sky , squinting one eye, aiming at the dazzling golden, silver and white banner of the Beiji Army.

The young man's arms were stretched to the extreme, and he was about to let go, but he heard a violent howling of the wind, and a Beiji soldier jumped directly behind him from his horse, and slashed down with a sharp knife point.

Su Yu didn't have time to feel the pain, but felt a chill on his back, and the iron arrow he was aiming at in his hand suddenly lost its aim, and sank into a rock with a crack, and the arrow tail was still trembling more than.

The Beiji soldier was not frightened by the arrow that shot at the stone and drinking the feathers. He slashed down without stopping. The thread wrapped around Su Yu's neck.

The steel wire is extremely sharp, and when it touches the chin, it hurts. Su Yu stretched out his hand to block it, and a piece of flesh was scratched off the back of his hand. He didn't care too much at the moment, bent down again, slid down the horse's back, stood firm and raised his eyes. Only then did I understand why the Beiji soldiers were so confident.

——A group of cavalry surrounded him densely. At this time, each of them pulled out their bowstrings and drew out their long knives.

Yan Yufei and San Lun cut out the encirclement and rushed straight over. Yan Yufei crackled and released a few bunches of iron arrows. Those Beiji soldiers showed no fear, they just set up their iron shields to block them.

San Lun shouted: "Boss! Where's your knife?"

The golden wrong knife is in hand.San Lun felt that this situation was supportable for Su Yu, so he asked this question.But Su Yu endured it for a few days, in fact, he has no strength right now, and his old injuries are starting to ache.

He stood firm with the golden knife, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his chin, raised his voice slightly, and said to San Lun, "Dig it out."

Yan Yufei: "What the hell?"

San Lun slapped his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait!"

San Lun pulled Yan Yufei up and ran away, but Yan Yufei was still asking: "What are you digging?" San Lun yelled in a high-pitched voice: "Say it! Where was that carload of copper pots buried that day?" ?!"

Yan Yufei was stunned, he didn't expect Xiao Su to become more and more desperate after three years, so he recalled, "It's on the side of Changning Pagoda."

They hacked and hacked all the way out, the voices under Changning Pagoda gradually faded, Yan Yufei jumped off his horse, didn't look at it, and shoved a soldier, "Get a shovel!" Picking up a long knife, he chiseled under the old jujube tree.

The little soldier didn't move, instead he pinched his arm lightly with his backhand, his voice was extremely soft, "Is it General Yan?"

Yan Yufei raised his head with goosebumps all over his body, subconsciously called out like Xie Huai, "Grandfather Yang?"

This is the old eunuch Yang Ke who has been serving the emperor for decades. He is a million-year-old king in terms of seniority. It is said that even Xie Huai got drunk several times and called him godfather.

The old eunuch nodded benevolently, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Please trouble General Yan to make a trip, Your Highness, please go up to the pagoda."

Who wants to see Xie Huai?Has the little prince's three-legged confrontation, which has been fought all out, paid off?Someone wants to send Tiger Talisman?

Yan Yufei hasn't fully figured it out yet, but subconsciously, a lot of fireworks have exploded, and he couldn't close his mouth immediately, and happily stuffed the knife into San Lun's hand, "You dig, I'll go! "

San Lun didn't care about His Royal Highness, Lord Yang, anyway, he hadn't been to Jinling yet, and he already felt that the city was full of despicable political jesters.His mind was full of the sad scene of Su Yu being trapped in the enemy's line, so he dug twice recklessly, dug out two small copper pots, stuffed them in his arms, and continued digging.

Yang Ke asked softly, "What is this?"

San Lun raised his eyes, and replied boldly: "Don't worry, if there are any leftovers, I will feed you."

Yang Ke didn't understand, and said "ah".

San Lun didn't want to pay attention to the people from Jinling at all, so he took a bag of copper pots by himself, got on his horse and ran, and threw one out while polishing the flint from a long distance away, covering his mouth and nose and shouting: "Boss!"

Su Yu was being grabbed by the neck and bumped into the ground. He felt a burst of pain in his cheekbones. Hearing the sound, he immediately grabbed Bei Jibing's clothes behind him with his backhand, and covered his nose. He punched his forehead with a fist, and staring at him immediately.

He still didn't let go, his nostrils were filled with filthy blood, his eyes were fixed on the blue smoke floating in the sky, the people on his body gradually lost strength, scarlet meridian marks lingered on his face, and finally he screamed hoarsely One sound.

With the sharp pain in his head that was about to burst, Su Yu raised his knife and cut off the blood-soaked cloth, covered his mouth and nose, got on the horse again, pinched the horse's belly, and took two copper coins from San Lun's hand. Jar, and wiped the blood from the blindfolded eyes with the back of his hand, "Separate to see what else is needed, and be careful."

He ran a few miles away before he looked back at the blue smoke that had penetrated into the sky with lingering fear.

Those light green smoke hanging under the sky, like a tear squeezed out by the world of mortals.

After noon, the wind gradually picked up in the sky.The cold wind pierced through the body of the tower. Xie Huai paused on the fifth floor of the Changning Pagoda, and looked out through the beautifully carved holes on the tower wall. swaying erratically.

Yang Ke said, "Your Highness, what's the matter?"

It's going to snow.The snow in Jinling is different from that in Longzhou. It is much finer and melts faster, just like the faint lettering on the window, "Empty wins".

Xie Huai turned around slowly and continued to walk up.

The pagoda has nine floors, all of which are made of red pine wood. The incense was once at its peak, and the emperor of the previous dynasty wrote inscriptions on each floor here: immeasurable is one, Huayan is two, theory of Tibet is three, image is four, Emptiness is five, realm is six, no wave is seven, listening to truth is eight... As for the ninth floor, it is called "Changning".Changning Temple got its name from this.

Changning is a very good idea, but not long after the stupa was built, the previous dynasty was destroyed by internal and external attacks, and the emperor who wrote the inscription was trapped in this tower.

The wooden steps creaked, Xie Huai's legs ached from walking, and the thoughts in his mind became more and more ridiculous, but Yang Ke tugged at his sleeve, "Your Highness."

It turns out that we have reached the ninth floor "Changning".

He casually untied the long sword and handed it to Yang Ke, shook his blood-stained robe, knelt down, and said in a hoarse voice, "Long live the father."

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