I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

Burning logs fell like fire cascades, and the sky was as red as coals in a furnace.

Someone beside me shouted in fear and excitement: "Fall down!"

The watchtower really fell down.

It plunged into the river from a thousand-foot cliff, kowtowed to the north like a survivor, and once bowed to the end, it would never get up again.

Until the distant fire light faded away, and the vapor and darkness surrounded me again.

I don't know how long I sat alone, and finally someone stepped on the deck beside me.

He said, "Qin..."

I lightly reprimanded: "Shut up."

He said, "Do you want to quarrel with me no matter what I say?"

I asked back, "What do you say?"

When Shen Zhiwei took the boat, he tied up some boatmen, so he must have asked something now, otherwise he wouldn't have come to touch me.

Sure enough, he responded to my threat with a sneer, and then said: "Brother Qin must listen to the drama of the silver bridle these days. It is said that Marshal Ying ordered the eldest son to be in charge of the silver bridle, and Ying Changfeng Incompatibility, I put my elder brother under confinement, and His Majesty's persuasive persuasion is useless. The second son killed many veteran officials who complained, and at the same time, he pretended to bury them one by one..."

I decided to ignore him, but I couldn't help cursing when I heard this: "How the hell do people believe this? Silver bridle villages are all pig brains?"

Shen Zhiwei said: "Since the people in the silver bridle believe it, then this scene must be very real. At least it is true that many people died."

I said: "If you have something to say, just say it, I have a headache."

Shen Zhiwei was silent for a moment, then suddenly said without thinking: "Do you know the name of Young Master Ying?"

I snorted and wanted to answer, but those three words were like a loach in the quagmire of memory, and I couldn't catch them no matter what.

Shen Shi patted my shoulder slightly, and said in a manly voice, "Ying-Lang-Yue."

He said: "But it's no wonder that Senior Brother Qin can't remember. Few people in the world remember his name. On the way here, Ying Xiaolu told so many stories about silver bridles, even the name of her cat. You told us all, but you heard her mention that she has a big brother once?"

His voice floated in the darkness: "The three are different compatriots from the Ying family. The eldest son is the son of a bad wife, and Ying Er Ying San is the son of the second son. After so many years, the glamorous and beautiful one is Chang Feng Xiao Lu, but the eldest son is only Trapped in Guiyun's other courtyard..."

I said impatiently, "What do you mean?"

He said: "It's not surprising that Yinglangyue complains."

But Ying Changfeng is his own brother!

In the past I would have jumped up and yelled, but now I just feel a dull and miserable taste.

If there is a father who can kill his son, how come there is no brother who can kill his younger brother?

The silver-bridle chaser and us were separated by a river beach where we couldn't see our fingers.But for some reason, I always felt that I saw Young Master Ying.

He had a sickly face, pale and emaciated, expressionless.

He was calling "Xiaolu" loudly.

I said shyly, "Ying Xiaolu..."

Shen Shiwei interrupted coldly: "Ying Xiaolu? Ying Xiaolu is just a married woman. There is no room for brothers on the side of Prince Ying's couch, so what can't room for sisters? Since Ying Langyue killed Ying Changfeng with filial piety , you must love your sister in every possible way in front of everyone."

Shen Zhiwei put on a pretentious tone: "But I have little knowledge, so I may not be able to predict everything. Well, if there is something wrong with Mrs. Qin, brother Qin is a lonely phoenix, wouldn't Shiwei come to see her?"

I gave a strange laugh, although I wanted to fight, but the sound I made was out of interest.

This fight won't start.I was angry with myself, not him.

Until now, I can't believe that I really left Ying Xiaolu behind.But in another parallel space, I must have thrown Shen Shiwei's hand away in disbelief.

Self-sacrifice for the sake of others is nothing special, it's just a rush of blood and a willingness to go all out.

The hard part is giving up others.

I can't leave Ying Xiaolu behind.But does Shen Shiwei deserve it?

No matter what I choose, it seems to be wrong.

Shen Zhiwei stood for another moment, as if he finally couldn't stand the silence, and turned to leave.

I reached out to grab a handful, but didn't catch anyone, only a handful of clothes.

I was dejected and grabbed him tightly.

He sighed insignificantly.

Shen Shiwei didn't pull back the skirt, and sat down beside me.

We were silent.

We both looked at the dark river in front of us.

Not many people I brought could steer a boat, and the water route was not smooth, which gave the silver bridle sailors a chance to pursue them.At dawn, we abandoned the boat and landed. After walking for more than ten days, we finally returned to the most familiar scene from the chaotic mountains and trees.

battlefield.

This is a startling discovery.

When we set off for Yinbridle, King Helie had already turned around and returned to Gongbei to suppress the rebellion. The battle line had already advanced, and we should not have seen the battlefield close to the Liezong River.

The more you are afraid, the more you will become more and more.

At dusk that day, the scouts came to report that there were people fighting ahead.

He stammered, which baffled me: "Who is fighting? What's wrong with that?"

The scout glanced at Shen Shiwei, then lowered his head suddenly: "Yes, it's General Mu's headquarters. They're about to lose!"

Why is it so narrow.

I also looked at Shen Shiwei, and the atmosphere was a little dull for a moment.

He remained calm and said calmly, "Really? Take a look."

Mu Lantian was indeed about to lose.

Hundreds of us were climbing the mountain to escape because of trade, and now Mu Lantian's group is being pushed to the foot of the mountain by the Zhengao cavalry.

If I were still the ordinary young man back then, I would have thought that the two sides in the war were evenly matched.But now, General Qin can already see that the only way out for the rebels is to retreat up the mountain, but if they move a little, their chests and abdomens will be ripped open by the tiger and wolf army on the opposite side, so they are just waiting.

Wait until you die from exhaustion.

We are on the hill overlooking this desperate wrestling.

Like a broken plastic bag floating on the tide, Mu Lantian's flag is still standing stubbornly.

The twilight is getting darker, and our figures are getting darker and darker.The rebels at the foot of the mountain wore the same brown uniform as us, and they seemed to melt into the shadow of the mountain.

Shen Zhiwei suddenly said: "Now is a good opportunity." He said in a tone as if he was called to the blackboard to solve a problem: "We descend the mountain from the flank, just in time to catch Zhengao by surprise."

I turned to look at him.

There was a cheerful and vicious smile on the corner of his mouth, which was almost gorgeous in this bleakness.

"Senior Brother Qin." He asked in a drawn out voice, "Should we save him or not?"

I will never forget the deaths of Xiang Qu and Xue Kun.But ever since Shen Shiwei sang the truth, this hatred has changed from a thorn in his throat to a cloud of misery, which lingers all year round, but he doesn't know who it should fall on.

I looked at Mu Lantian's flag.

Will I feel refreshed tomorrow when I see his corpse trampled to pieces by the horses?

The defense line at the foot of the mountain collapsed again.

The line of defense is not a line, but individual people.

Afterglow will die, and so will the fighter plane.

My brows were wrinkled, and I felt my intestines wrinkled: "Mu Lantian should be damned, but these warriors are all Zhuoxiu."

Shen Zhiwei said: "Of course."

I was eager to defend myself: "If so many people are buried with him, he deserves it? Let's find a way to avenge Mu Lantian's revenge..."

Shen Zhiwei said: "Then save it."

I was amazed at how readily he agreed.

Shen Zhiwei's smile became even brighter: "You cuddled with me once on the river beach, and I cuddled with you. How about it? Is it worthwhile to give up Ying Xiaolu and save so many?"

He took a reluctant breath, as if to remember the sweet taste of revenge in the air.

Then he didn't give me a chance to speak, and greeted the soldiers loudly: "Mr. Zhuoxiu, let's unite! Let the army go down the mountain!"

The battle went very smoothly.

The Zhengao people were already afraid that Mu Lantian was actually a lure, and now that they were fighting for gold, they thought they had been ambushed, so they threw away their advantage and retreated to the riverside by themselves.

Taking advantage of the darkness, we retreated and went up the mountain safely.

Zhuoxiu Erlang, with the same spirit.

Zhuo Xiuerlang successfully joined forces, but the atmosphere was tense and awkward.

Mu Lantian is also really a character.When he came to see us, his hair was disheveled, and his armor was stained black with blood, but even in such a mess, he could still show us a debtor face.

On the contrary, Zeng Junshi, who was rescued up the mountain with him, was very excited. He bowed his head and choked up, "Mr. Qin, thank you very much..."

Mu Lantian also took him with him during the war, which shows that he is more important.

I got out of the way, Zeng Tiefeng's knees trembled when he got up, and he almost fell down again, but fortunately Mu Lantian held him up in time.I saw that his face was pale, if it wasn't for leaning on Mu Lantian, it would be difficult for him to stand still, probably because of his injury.

Shen Zhiwei seemed to have never had a quarrel with Mu Lantian, and asked gently: "Eighth Junior Brother, I wonder how the battle in Guiyun is going?"

Zeng Tiefeng rushed to answer: "General, King Helie abandoned Fengshun and killed Liezong again. He is gathering at Guiyun City. We..."

At that time, Mu Lantian was the vanguard in chasing King Helie, but unexpectedly, the opponent turned around and counterattacked, and the hunter turned into a roe deer.

Mu Lantian seemed to have finished some deep thinking, and finally made a sound.

"Senior Brother Third." He raised his slender eyebrows and looked towards us: "You shouldn't have saved me."

This is interesting.

It's not that I don't want you to save me, it's not that I don't want to sell favors to me, it's that you shouldn't save me at all.

For a moment I forgot to be angry.

Zeng Tiefeng's face turned paler, while Mu Lantian stood up straight, staring at Shen Shiwei.

Shen Shiwei smiled lazily: "What did the eighth brother say?" He crossed his legs and said, "Should I save you? It's not your turn to say. Why I saved you, you can't guess. But I will give it to you now." I give you a life, I hope you will repay me, let's stop until we return to the cloud."

Mu Lantian was noncommittal, bowed lightly as a salute, and left with Zeng Tiefeng.

Shen Zhiwei looked at their backs and said to me: "How is it?"

I resentfully said, "How about what?"

Shen Zhiwei said: "How was the result? Do you think Mu Lantian feels a little bit guilty and grateful?"

Gratitude is unnecessary.Now my stomach is full of swear words: "One day, I will go to A Qu's grave and ask him how he feels."

Shen Shi smiled and said, "You said that because you haven't figured it out yet." He changed the subject: "Now that Mu Laoba is here, we have to hide Your Majesty better first."

In the end, the ice and charcoal are intertwined