dream

Many years later, Jing An could never forget the state of mind at that moment.He was the only one standing alone on the high platform, and he forced himself to straighten his spine.All the soldiers and royal families were wandering under the stage. In the dark night, the firelight illuminated everyone's face.And he, Shen Jingan, lost all his support overnight.

Without this accident, he should have had a life as passionate and glorious as flowers blooming like a piece of brocade.

But now, at his young age, he could only shoulder the heavy burden that suddenly fell on his shoulders. The moment he took over the soldier talisman, Jing An silently grasped it tightly. It was a heavy Jianghe community.

"Ah Xing, you stay here, I leave two officers to protect you, you are a girl, not suitable for such a bloody scene, why don't you wait for me in Nanyuan?" Jing An said to the female officer.

A Xing's eyes turned red in an instant, Jing An couldn't bear to look directly at the surprise and condemnation in those almond eyes, Jing An pulled away after speaking in a low voice, but the female officer grabbed her sleeves.

"Your Highness is going, can you come back to pick up your servants?"

"If I can come back, I will definitely come to pick you up." Jing An opened his thin fingers.

"Your servants are going too. In the past, His Highness practiced swords with his servants as companions. On the battlefield, I will not drag His Highness down. I also ask His Highness not to leave your servants behind. You might as well kill me now if you want your servants to wait for news here!"

"A Xing is a servant girl who doesn't know what it means to serve the country. I just let my master take risks while I am comfortable. I will never do it!"

Jing'an hesitated for a moment, knowing that this female officer like the eldest sister has a strong personality, if she is left behind, maybe she will sneak up halfway, and when the time comes, the army will be chaotic, so it is really better to bring her by his side.

Fortunately, during this trip to Nanyuan, Zheng Tianrui was checked by his father at home, and he was not around, otherwise he didn't know what to do at this time, he is a civil servant... Jingan sighed slightly when he thought of this.He only cared about a few people, he didn't know what the situation in the palace was like, what the ambush was, no matter what, at least he wanted to protect these people well.

The army came with brilliance and graceful posture; when it left, it was in a hurry, and returned with the help of the coffin.Shen Jing'an led his army to fly overnight to the foot of the imperial capital, and took down the rebel imperial army.When rushing into the city gate, the white silk on Jing'an's forehead was soaked in blood.

Now Jing'an already knows that the information reported by the secret agents was wrong. Duan Xingbang, who thought he would lead the main force to besiege Beiyuan, was actually an abandoned son, and King Rong took his salary from the bottom of the pot, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Unimaginable courage.

Poor Duan Xingbang followed King Rong for more than ten years, and was abandoned like this lightly, and ended up dead in the end.

Jing An reined in his horse in front of the Ronghua Gate, and General Wang immediately stepped forward beside him, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness..."

Looking at the blood-stained palace wall, Jing'an was filled with anger, raised his hand and threw Duan Xingbang's head out, the round head rolled all the way with bloodstains, just rolled under the feet of the guards.

Although the palace is large, the number of soldiers it can accommodate is limited, which is comparable to the number of soldiers and horses led by Jing'an.

Knowing it was a trap, but had no choice but to jump.If his father was not in the palace, Jing'an could order all the soldiers and horses in the world to besiege King Rong, but at this moment the life and death of the crown prince was uncertain, so Jing'an did not dare to wait for a moment.

He can only hope that when King Rong's soldiers and horses entered Fengtian Palace yesterday, he suffered more losses after the bloody battle with the imperial guards in the palace, so that even if the opponent was prepared, his own side can gain the upper hand with blood.Jing'an understood what General Wang meant, but Jing'an had no way out.

Entering the gate of the palace, it was really dark rebels. After fighting for a moment, the gate of the palace was slowly closed behind them, and it was locked with a thousand pounds. Impossible to reopen.

No matter how peaceful and gentle on the surface, perhaps there is always royal blood in his blood. When killing the first few people, Jing An may have been a little soft-handed, but in the end he has become numb, and can only mechanically wave the sword in his hand to kill everyone. He was chopped off by the horse.

Many of these people, Jing An, can recognize those vivid faces. Maybe when he was young, he led the lost him through the corridors and back to the pavilion, or taught the immature him every move. , there is only monstrous hatred left, swinging the sword is merciless, only taking the opponent's life.

It was like a drop of cold water splashing into an oil pan, and suddenly hearing "the emperor's grandson is here", everyone rushed towards Jing'an like crazy.

Mourning for his misfortune, angering him for nothing, Jing An never knew that one day he could attract so many killing intents.After a long time, both arms were as heavy as if filled with lead. After avoiding the vital points, there were still many large and small wounds on the body.

The warm blood kept splashing on the skin, and one drop splashed into the eyes. Jingan's eyes were filled with blood immediately, and the tears mixed with blood were quickly wiped away. He heard a soft cry beside him, accompanied by stabbing The sound of broken flesh.

Looking back, Jing An happened to support the fallen figure of the female officer. Under the guard of the soldiers, Jing An quickly took A Xing to his horse and held her wound.However, she found that all her efforts were in vain, A Xing's lips overflowed with blood, and she tightly held onto Jing'an's sleeves, her warm and clear eyes were full of peace.Before he could say a word, he lost his breath in his arms.

He forgot whether Jing An was crying at that moment, he just quickly covered her eyes for her, stretched out his hand to block the knife coming from the side, and calmly handed her over to the nearest person.

Everyone is dead, don't let others spoil her body.

Nothing to be sad about, see you soon anyway.

From afar, Jing'an seemed to have sensed something, looked up, and sure enough, he saw Prince Rong and his son standing there in Fengtian Hall, watching him fight all the way through the high steps.Jing An wiped off the blood on his forehead expressionlessly, and at the end of the crossbow, he suddenly burst out with strength and rode his horse straight to the steps.

"Shen Hongyi, where is my father?" Jing An pointed his sword straight at the bottom of the steps, his voice was so hoarse that it was not like a boy's voice at all.

The soaring evil spirit made the guards around King Rong extremely nervous, and layers of people rushed to guard in front of the two of them.The son of Prince Rong was shocked by such a murderous cousin, and he took a step back subconsciously, but Prince Rong was leisurely with the presence of an old god. This expression made Jing'an's heart sink.

King Rong raised his lips and said a word softly.Amidst the screams soaring to the sky, Jing An understood, the two words were, "Dead."

Kui Ye finally passed, and after the end of the night, the morning light broke through the gloom and sprinkled the blood-soaked land.

Then Jing'an saw clearly what was in King Rong's hands—it was the folding fan his father carried with him, on which were inscriptions thanking gifts by famous masters of the dynasty, and his father never left him.Jing'an's body trembled uncontrollably, and at that moment he felt blood surging in his chest. The whole night of fighting finally revealed its hidden danger at this time. .

"Your Highness!"

The figure that seemed to be General Wang was far away, Jing An turned around for a moment, and only had time to see Yang Maode's proud and happy face in the east corner of Fengtian Hall.Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, after the arrow shot into his shoulder blade, Shen Jing'an was thrown off the horse with heavy force.

Immediately, the sound of calling and the shouts of surprise rang in my ears, and heavy knives and axes fell down...

It disappeared in an instant.

The distorted figure, the shouting voice, and the bloody and fishy smell were all distorted like foam, and then gradually dissipated, revealing its original appearance.

The man in the blue Taoist robe landed in the hall, making a dull landing sound.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou, dreamed of Ye Feiye?

The immortal wiped away the blood from his lips, pressed his left shoulder, and the warm blood flowed down his fingers rapidly, but the heavy iron arrow suddenly turned into a light spot and dissipated in the air.

"Ahem..." He was so embarrassed that his whole body was bleeding profusely, but there was always a somewhat relieved smile on Qingjun's face.

"As expected of Qin Chujun, Zhuang Zhou's illusion that he told me back then, I thought it was just empty talk, but I didn't expect it to be done. Shanren was lucky enough to have a trial battle... It really is mysterious."