After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

After receiving a series of good news that "the city gate fell, the border guards retreated to the palace, the Xuanling cavalry drove into the city, and the palace was in chaos", Chu Yunfeng did not hesitate anymore, and directly ordered the army to attack the palace with all its strength.

It was only when he was outside the city gate that Chu Yunfeng was slightly aware of something wrong with his extraordinary vigilance acquired through years of marching and fighting, because it was quiet.

Even if the city gate fell, it was impossible for Xuanling Cavalry to enter the city directly without sending troops to garrison it.

"Not good, withdraw!"

A terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind, Chu Yunfeng let out a loud roar, and turned his horse's head around.

Bo Hui was still immersed in the wonderful fantasy of winning, and even wanted to write a poem in front of the city gate with pride. Seeing that Chu Yunfeng changed his mind suddenly, he hurriedly turned his horse's head around, because he was too hasty and he was not good at bowing horses. So skillful, he was almost knocked off his horse.

However, it was too late, the [-] soldiers outside the city gate were still in a dazed state, and a row of fire sticks suddenly lit up on the originally dead city gate.The drums beat and resounded in the sky above the royal city, and the heaven-shaking shouts of killing sounded from both sides of the city gate at the same time, and the dense black armored cavalry rushed out like two torrents.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

Chu Yunfeng's hissing roar was drowned in the sound of drums and fighting. The [-] remnant soldiers had been running around for several months.

This well-designed battle to lure the enemy ended quickly in less than half an hour under the attack of the two most famous cavalry in Xianzhou, the Xuanling cavalry and the border guards.

Chu Yunfeng was directly taken back to the camp of the Xuanling Iron Cavalry for interrogation by Yunyi, while Bo Hui was temporarily detained in a cold hall in the palace, waiting for the trial of the fox clan's husband before deciding on the specific punishment method.

Chang Ling had been standing on the top of the city gate, his fingers clasped tightly on the cracks in the bluestone bricks, and witnessed the whole process. As soon as the fight was over, he immediately rushed down the top of the city gate and threw himself into the arms of Zhao Yan who was rushing over.

Zhaoyan was wearing Fu Yu's heavy armor, his battle robe was stained with blood, his whole body was full of bloody smell, and there was still residual killing intent in his eyes. Seeing the little thing rushing towards him, he froze for a while, then Fang stretched out his hand and rubbed it. Picking up the little thing's head, he said with a smile: "Why, I haven't seen you for half an hour, and you just want me to think like this?"

Chang Ling hugged his waist tightly, pressed his cheek against the battle armor on his chest, and remained silent.Seeing this, Cangjie and Qingluan, who came down closely, looked at each other in dismay, and retreated knowingly.

Chang Ling finally raised his head, looked at Zhao Yan seriously with pitch-black pupils, and said fiercely: "I just miss you, what's the matter."

"It's nothing, it's fine."

Zhaoyan's gloomy eyes flashed with water, and he directly lifted the little thing by the waist, hugged it in his arms, and kissed it hard.

The flames of war are still raging and have not been completely extinguished. Blood water flows into the city from the outside of the city, dyeing the bluestone bricks into a deep red, and there are broken flagpoles, swords and corpses everywhere. In this dark and shaded city wall, there is a gentle and tender feeling. sweet breath.

Tonight and Hexi, tonight and forever.

Zhaoyan gnawed greedily for a long time, until a soldier came to clean up the nearby corpses with a stick of fire, Fang reluctantly let go of the little thing in his arms, put his forehead against Chang Ling's forehead and said: "From now on, never again I'm separated, okay?"

Chang Ling hugged his neck silently, without saying a word.

Zhaoyan sensed that the little thing was in a slightly wrong mood, just when he was about to ask, Qingluan came out from the dark, lowered his head and gave a light salute to the two, saying: "Young Master, it's getting late, it's time to go back to the palace."

Chang Ling let go of his hand and wrenched himself out of Zhaoyan's embrace.

"I will take you back."

Zhao Yan put his finger to his lips, whistled, and summoned the Qilin Beast.

Chang Ling tilted his head and asked, "Aren't you afraid that Xiyun will make things difficult for you?"

Zhaoyan laughed, scratched Chang Ling's nose, and said: "I still have important military affairs to discuss with him, he can't drive me away."

"OK then."

Chang Ling readily climbed onto the back of the Qilin Beast, Qingluan was very helpless, so he could only snatch the cloak from Cangjie, and wanted to wrap it around Chang Ling.

"Give it to me."

Zhao Yan took it naturally, and covered Chang Ling tightly.

Under Zhao Yan's signal, the Qilin Beast carried the two of them along the long street at the speed of an old lady.Chang Ling nestled in Zhaoyan's arms, squinting his eyes contentedly to enjoy the night view of Wangcheng.

The colorful lights hanging on both sides of the street kneaded the shadows of the two into a ball, and dyed them with a hazy halo, which were projected on the windows, roads, and railings in sequence.

"You haven't answered the question just now, sir."

Zhao Yan spoke suddenly.

Chang Ling opened his eyes slightly, glanced at him, pretended not to understand, and said, "What's the question? Why is it useless for me to answer you?"

Zhaoyan repeated earnestly: "Promise me that you will never be separated from me in the future, okay?"

Chang Ling thought for a while, curled his eyelashes slightly, and said, "Okay."

Zhaoyan's heart beat wildly, his eyes suddenly became sore, his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak, after a long time, his vision was a bit blurred and he said in a hoarse voice: "Really?"

"Ah."

Chang Ling nodded, still leaning on his chest, and said seriously: "I will try my best."

**

It was already late at night when returning to the palace, Chang Ling drank the medicine, shared the leftover loquat fruit with Zhao Yan, and went to bed to get ready to sleep.

"Go back."

Chang Ling turned his head and said to Zhao Yan who was lying on the other half of the pillow.

Zhao Yan was worried, and said: "If you can't sleep, I can stay here with you."

"No need, I can do it myself, and Chu Yunfeng is still imprisoned in the Xuanling Iron Cavalry camp, waiting for you to go back and deal with it."

Zhao Yan nodded, he did have a lot of things to ask from Chu Yunfeng's mouth, Chu Yunfeng was cunning and cunning, Yun Yi and the others might not be able to handle it.

"That's fine."

Zhaoyan lowered his head and kissed the little thing on the forehead, saying: "I will come to see you tomorrow."

Chang Ling watched him leave obediently.

After Zhaoyan left, Chang Ling sent Qingluan and Cangjie to rest in the side hall, lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, and when the hourglass passed, he got up, put on his shoes and socks, put on his cloak, and quietly He left the hall with a lamp.

Xiyun was busy with the aftermath, so he didn't send anyone to look at the Shouyang Hall again.

Chang Ling easily avoided the two dozing servants, walked all the way through the palace walls and halls, and walked towards Xiyuan.

Xiyuan is where the cold hall of the royal palace is located. When the soldiers guarding outside the hall saw someone approaching, they immediately drew their swords and asked, "Who?"

Chang Ling said: "It's me."

"Little Lord?"

The guard was very surprised, what is this young master doing here in the middle of the night.

Chang Ling said: "I was ordered by General Xi to ask Feidi Bohui something."

Chang Ling's status was very noble, the guards did not suspect him, unlocked the door of the hall, and let Chang Ling in.

Bo Hui's hands and feet are wearing shackles, just like eggplants beaten by frost, staring at the ground in a daze, his eyes dull and lifeless, his white and fat face is covered with fine scars and blood spots, as embarrassing as he wants .

Hearing that the door lock of the hall was unlocked, he thought that someone was coming and wanted to let him out, so he raised his head in surprise, but caught off guard the young man who came with the lamp, and frowned, "It's you?"

Chang Ling put down the lamp, and sat cross-legged across from Bo Hui in a very natural way, with a twitch of his mouth, he said, "I specially brought delicious food to visit my uncle, isn't uncle happy?"