Haiyan

Liang Guoying turned over and got off the horse, the fiery cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, the rain soaked his face, and slowly flowed down the angular side face, the man's thin lips seemed to be shaved, quietly looking back at the pair of crimson eyes on the opposite side , said coldly: "I have already given you a chance."

Yin Ping held the blood-dripping Zhan-saber tightly in his hand, his face was also bloody red, but the skin on his upper body was lightly golden, and the boy's eyes were sharper than a wolf at night, and he looked back deeply. The middle-aged general on the opposite side pursed his lips and said nothing.

There was a sharp whistle.

Liang Guoying suddenly pulled out the bronze Xia Yu sword at his waist, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the ground under his feet. The rainwater flowed backwards and hit the mud at his feet, feeling very cold.

The sound of rain overwhelmed the sound of the wind and poured down on the grassland. Lei Lie's Bauhinia Flag looked extremely hideous under the heavy rain. , It seems that there is an extremely thin string stretched between the two, and it will break with a slight touch.

The cold dampness slapped on his body, but Yin Ping couldn't feel it at the moment.

He could only feel the dry and hot blood flowing on his body, the blood flowed fast and fast, as if it wanted to burst out of every blood vessel in him——

He didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, he only knew that he wanted to kill all the people in front of him one by one.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still descendants of the blood of gold in this land. It is really lucky for three lives to see them today."

The middle-aged general spoke in a low voice, and suddenly stretched out his hand to caress the bronze Xia Yu sword. He didn't know if he was talking to himself or to Yin Ping.

"People in the world only know that King Tie Erqin was born brave, and that he could conquer the land of Beilu with the Tie Fu Tu, but they don't know that the golden blood flowing in his body is the key to the victory or defeat of that war... But , the blood of the emperor, how can it be easily destroyed."

He suddenly raised his head, looked sharply at the young man opposite, and shouted: "Today, I am honored to see King Tie Erqin reborn, and he is going to kill three beams, what a pity!"

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged general who was standing on the ground suddenly jumped up, and his fiery cloak drew a huge arc in midair.

At that moment, the three thousand black hairs on his head were messy and wild, and the bronze long sword in his hand was like a silver snake spitting out a letter, and the sword was full of energy, and it went straight to the young man opposite.

There was a loud sound of collision, and a huge spark exploded in mid-air at the moment when the swords collided. At the same time, both of them were forced to take a step back by the strength of the opponent, but they bounced back at the next moment.

Yan Jidao clenched his fists and stood far away from the outermost corner. His eyes that had been suppressed for a long time narrowed slightly at this moment, and his gaze was serious and heavy.

No one could see exactly how the two fought against each other.

The originally gloomy sky suddenly broke into a glimmer of dawn.

The clouds were separated.

Half rain half snow.

Such a strange sky made the entire battlefield panic for a while.

The gyrfalcon howled mournfully under the blizzard clouds, the wolves howled in the sky above the high mountains, and the bloody and muddy battlefield was like Shura's hell. For a moment, everything seemed to stand still.

I do not know how long it has been.

When everyone present was able to catch their breath, they saw that the young man who was still full of ferocious eyes just now fell to the ground like a puddle of soft mud——

His face regained his composure, and his thin shoulders and back were dripping with blood. Yin Ping was lying on the snow ground panting heavily, vomiting large black and red blood continuously from his mouth.

However, the middle-aged general who fought against him just now was standing with his sword, with many wounds on his body, the red cloak had fallen to the ground, and there was still blood on the corner of Liang Guoying's mouth that he hadn't had time to wipe off.

The soldiers of the Western Han Dynasty couldn't help gasping for breath. It was the first time they saw the undefeated marshal of the empire suffer such serious injuries. With trembling hands, he tried hard to support the long bronze sword that was inserted straight into the ground. It seemed that as long as one was unstable, It is possible to fall to the ground like the boy next to him.

"Sure enough, he is a descendant of the blood of gold, and his reputation is well-deserved."

The middle-aged general opened his mouth tremblingly. As he spoke, his throat trembled violently, and a surge of blood surged up. With a puff, a mouthful of blood stained the corner of his clothes red.

"I said... I, the Yebei Yin family, would rather die singing in the song than live under the fence of others!"

Yin Ping pressed his face tightly to the ground, and let out a weak "ho ho" sound from his throat. The boy's face was as pale as paper, and there was a faint bruise under his eyes.

"So what?"

The middle-aged general said with a blank expression, "In the end, it's not about beheading the lion's head under the flag of the goshawk."

Mentioning the death of the Maharaja, Yin Ping was furious for a moment. He struggled hard to stand up again, but there was nothing he could do.

"I gave you a chance to keep the whole body just now, but now, you have no chance."

As the middle-aged general spoke, he suddenly raised his foot and slowly approached Yin Ping.

The next moment, the long sword was lifted high up mixed with blood and rain, and then fell down hard with a sound of piercing through the sky.

At that moment, Yin Ping opened his eyes and watched clearly the long sword slipped, and the silver light approached. He had forgotten to be frightened, forgot to make a sound, and just watched quietly, as if petrified.

He couldn't hear any sound around him, and he knew that in the next moment, he would see the dead Maharaja and hundreds of thousands of warriors who died for Yebei.

The boy slowly closed his eyes, covering a piece of light.

When the bronze sword was raised to the highest point, the big bow that Yan Jidao held in his hand pulled the bowstring to its fullest at that moment, and the tip of the arrow hit the sword in Liang Guoying's hand, as if only waiting for the middle-aged general to swing the sword down , the spear in his hand will collide with him.

However, before anyone could make a move——

"stop!"

A clear and clear shout came suddenly, like a sharp and long howl in the endless darkness, piercing deeply into the heart of the person who was about to execute Yin, and suddenly there was a violent shock.

Liang Guoying turned his head suddenly, as if in the direction of the sky, he saw a white war horse, and the woman on the horse, wearing a fiery red wedding dress, was gradually running towards him facing the rain, snow and cold wind.

The surrounding Han soldiers tried to stop the intruder with half-raised swords for a while, but the next second, the woman sat on the horse and took out a black gold token from her arms, and shouted: "I am the King of the Western Han Dynasty." Princess Ning, I am here with Emperor Longwu's warrant, who dares to stop me!"

The soldiers present put down the weapons in their hands and bowed their heads, the woman didn't even look at them, she led the horse reins and walked slowly towards the two people in the middle.

Unprecedented grief suddenly appeared on the face of the middle-aged general.

He stared closely at the approaching red figure with his eyes as if they were fixed, the sword in his hand seemed to be unsteady, and there was a vague roar in the violent trembling——

Still the same eyebrows, still the same eyes, even after nearly 20 years, she still looks like a girl in his memory.

"A Ning..."

After an unknown amount of time, he finally couldn't help calling out in a low voice.

This sound made his whole body tremble, and his mind was instantly blanked.

So many years passed by, and the person he didn't dare to think about when he woke up was standing in front of him now, as if he was about to squeeze out all the blood in his life.

His breathing gradually became heavier.

With a "snap", the bronze sword in his hand fell on the snow, and he didn't seem to notice it.

"Third brother, don't come here without any problems..."

Jing Ning chuckled and let out a weak voice, although she is now in her thirties, but she has taken good care of herself these years, except for the trace of youthfulness and innocence that she had when she was a girl, she is more A rare peace and tenderness.

Such unfamiliar but familiar eyes made Liang Guoying wonder what to do for a while.

His eye sockets gradually became moist, and he felt that the red figure became a little blurry for a while.

Heavy snow fell all over the body, reflecting the red clothes very brightly and dazzingly.

Jing Ning turned her head to look at the boy on the ground, who also looked at her quietly, and murmured: "Mother..."

The woman smiled slightly, and the dimples on her lips were extremely moving. The blood all over the ground and the snow all over the sky seemed to be contained in the dimples at the corners of her mouth.

She lifted her foot, walked to Yin Ping and squatted down, her thin white hands were distressed and suppressed violent trembling, and gently brushed towards the boy's brows, comforting: "Don't cry, Yin Ping, put away your tears , even in front of mother."

She tore off a few strands of her clothes, and carefully bandaged Yin Ping's most bleeding wounds, her movements were light and gentle, like a lioness licking her wounds for a lion cub.

"Aning, why are you here?"

After a long time, Liang Guoying finally couldn't help asking.

Jingning took a deep breath, raised her head and squinted her eyes to look at the gloomy and glaring sky, and said slowly: "Why did you come here? Heh...of course it is for my husband, my son, and my country , and the tens of millions of soldiers who died under the sword of your Han army."

Liang Guoying suppressed the trembling in his throat and said, "The battle is settled, Ah Ning, come back with me."

Jingning laughed, and sighed, "Go back? Where will I go? Yebei is my home, where else can I go?..."

"A-Ning, if you want to..."

"Can I see my husband?"

Jing Ning interrupted his words, his face was no longer the gentleness just now, but a rare coldness and toughness appeared on his face.

Liang Guoying was slightly taken aback, and slowly raised his hand to point to the mast that was cut off in the middle——

The golden and black eagle flag had already fallen, and the remaining half of the mast stood upright in the wind, like the unyielding backbone of Yebei people.

Jing Ning moved her eyes down the long black pole inch by inch——

The man in white was sitting cross-legged under the mast with his eyes open. There were at least a dozen hard long arrows stuck in his chest and abdomen. However, even so, his spine was still straight, and his ashen eyes held deep kingly spirit.

The red figure was unsteady and nearly fell to the ground, and was held up by the quick-sighted general in the next second.

"Aning."

Jing Ning parted her lips tremblingly, her eyes fixed on the majesty in front of her, she stretched out her hand, and pushed Liang Guoying away gently but decisively.

"A lion can't escape death after all..."

As she spoke, she suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter echoed around the sky, causing Yan Jidao in the distance to close his eyes involuntarily.

"Can the general promise me something?"

She breathed out the turbid air in her chest, suppressing the great sadness in her heart.

Liang Guoying couldn't bear to see her expression at the moment, so she looked away slightly, and said, "You say so."

The woman looked around and into the distance, seeming to take into account both the reachable and unreachable surroundings.

After a long time, I said softly to myself: "In the past, I set a tripod to meet the heavens, reshaped Kyushu, and later moved the capital to Beidu, and ended up like the emperor guarding the gate of the country, and the king dying in the country..."

She set her eyes on the face of the man opposite, it seemed that from this moment on, she finally looked at him squarely.

"I can't complain about Yebei's death today. It's just that my son Yin Kang is still unknown. If the general is interested, can you help me find out his whereabouts... Well, that's all, since you found him, he will It is inevitable that you will die under the knife of your Western Han Dynasty."

Liang Guoying shook her head and said, "A-Ning, don't worry, I will definitely find the eldest son for you, but you promise me that you will look for it with me."

Jing Ning smiled lightly: "It's good that the general agrees... there is one more thing."

She turned her head to look at Yin Ping on the ground, and said: "The lion is dead, and Beilu has no way out. My son Yin Ping has suffered this battle today, and he is probably a useless person. General, can you show me some face and don't kill them all... ...."

Liang Guoying paused, and couldn't bear to look back at her for a while, but after all, he didn't answer the word "yes" firmly.

I already knew this would be the result... Jing Ning thought to herself.

"Since I can't agree, then I will tell the general the last condition. If the general still can't agree, I really... can't do anything."

Liang Guoying motioned for her to finish, Jing Ning said: "My son Changsheng is the youngest, naive and stubborn, but I love him the most. If the general can see him, he must feel like seeing me 20 years ago. If the general still lives Let me leave my son Chang Sheng alive, even if you let him go to the Western Han Dynasty to be a slave or a beast, let him live... as long as he lives, that's fine."

Before Liang Guoying could answer, she lifted the corner of her skirt and walked slowly towards the Maharaja in the distance step by step.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, gradually covering the majesty's eyebrows and eyes. Jing Ning stretched out her hand and wiped off the debris on his face little by little, and then she gently swept the deep eye sockets and cold lips of the man with her fingertips. , finally revealing that heartfelt smile and tenderness.

Said: "Majesty, 20 years have passed by, but I always feel like the first time I saw you on the tower of Wangyu, you were sitting on the horse in white clothes, young and tough, I was like that at that time." I was thinking, if I am lucky enough to marry the king of Hokuriku in this life, I don’t know how many sisters and sisters in the palace would be jealous of me... I didn’t expect that you also liked me at that time... "

She leaned over and kissed the majesty's cold lips lightly, staying for a long time.

Looking up again, tears were already on my face: "Look, I deliberately wore the clothes I wore when I married you that year, because you always said that I was the most beautiful that day, which made you so confused that you couldn't bear to close your eyes, look Look at me......"

The lion could no longer be seen.

She sniffed, stood up with a hint of nostalgia, turned her head to look at Liang Guoying who was not far away, and said loudly: "General, it wasn't you before, it's not you now, and it won't be you in the future."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly lifted the corner of his skirt and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Liang Guoying's eyes widened in vain.

At that moment, as if he knew what the woman was going to do next, the expression on his face quickly cracked, and it was full of horror and ferocity in an instant.

"A-Ning, no—"

Accompanied by a heart-piercing shout, the middle-aged man couldn't help but rushed over.

However, it was too late.

The bright red figure flashed suddenly on the high platform, and then there was only a loud bang, and the brains mixed with blood splashed out instantly, splashing on the broken flagpole, and the red figure fell slowly, like A broken sail was dilapidated and drifting in the cold day, barely falling into the arms of the Maharaja.

At that moment, the running general stopped his pace suddenly, a mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth, he couldn't hold on any longer, his whole body shook twice, and fell to the ground hard.

"Summer days, winter nights,

After a hundred years of age, return to its residence..."【Note】

The melodious singing voice in my memory reverberated in my ears again, but it was no longer singing for him.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, the longing song was not sung for him.

It was never him, never was him...

Since then, the world has been separated from each other, Yin and Yang have been separated, and life and death have never met each other.

The author has something to say: [Note]: Selected from "The Book of Songs".

I forgot which one