General's Gown

【9p3u】

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Helian Rongchuan knew that his Changqing was guilty, so he wanted to make up for him in this way.

And he has to accept it.Only by accepting it, will his Changqing leave with peace of mind.

The forests and valleys gather in the dusk, and the clouds gather in the evening.

In the deep dusk, Helian Rongchuan climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down into the distance.Sure enough, in the winding mountain road like a silver belt, he saw two figures galloping on horseback.

"Your Highness?" Jiu Jin looked at Helian Rongchuan's face anxiously: "If we want to stop now, maybe there is still time...?"

As long as an order is given, the guards at the foot of the mountain will come out in full force.

But Helian Rongchuan didn't say a word, for a long while, he just silently took out a simple bamboo Xiao, and put it on his lips.The ethereal and long flute sound, like a blue bird with long feathers, spreads its wings and flies along the cool autumn wind, passing waves of pines, crossing streams and seas of flowers, hovering among the mountains, echoing...

In the forest, Yan Changqing suddenly tightened the reins and stopped.

Xiao Sheng.It was the Xiao Sheng of Helian Rongchuan.

Accompanied by the sound of Xiao, the red lanterns hanging beside the forest road in the distance lit up one by one.The warm red light illuminates the mountain road of Hei Haloxylon.

"This... this is...?" He Li was extremely surprised, the red lantern must have been lit by the servants.Since there are servants, why is no one stopping them?What do these Dongyun people mean?

"General Yan, could this be their secret signal to send someone to stop us?"

Yan Changqing didn't answer, he just stared blankly at the glowing red lanterns and listened to the melodious and familiar flute sound in his ears.

After a while, he returned to He Li and said:

"He will not."

of course not.

Once upon a time, in the vast desert, the darkness where even the stars were stingy to appear, and the boundless bitter cold, it was this Xiao sound that recalled Yan Changqing's remaining will to live.

In the desert, the man held him tightly in his arms. Although the flames burned his back and his thirst was unbearable, he still endured the pain and fed him with his own blood.

Fearing that he would fall asleep and never wake up again, he played a tune on the flute for him.

"The Goose Returns".

It is this song "The Goose Returns".

May your heart be like a wild goose, looking forward to returning every year.

It turned out that Helian Rongchuan knew about it.

There seemed to be a hot current flowing in his heart, either stirring, gurgling, warm, or gentle, lingering, unable to find the source, but it warmed his heart, so hot that he almost shed tears

Yan Changqing raised his head and sighed softly, saying:

"Let's go."

He likes freedom, he likes Helian Rongchuan.He is reluctant.

However, he was born to shoulder the country's country, and this is his responsibility.

Responsibility has nothing to do with likes or dislikes.

Even though he knows that the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, every step is like walking a lock in the sky, and if he is not careful, a thousand arrows will pierce his heart, but he still has to grit his teeth and walk on.

Even though he knew that that person would be heartbroken, even though he knew that he was deeply saddened, he still had to make such a choice.

Night finally fell, Xiao Sheng faded away, and that stubborn figure finally disappeared in the darkness.

Helian Rongchuan gently unfolded the note that had been clutched in the palm of his hand.The thin golden body with iron and silver hooks is beautiful and strong, just like the person who wrote.

Although there were only four characters on the paper, each character was deeply embedded in Helian Rongchuan's heart.

There is a return date.

He said that there will be a return date.

In the night, Helian Rongchuan held the note and smiled faintly.

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The border of Yan State.Ning Cheng.

The north wind howled, the wind and sand raged, and the world was dark and chaotic.Bei Rong's army is still firmly stationed outside the city.He neither attacked nor retreated, but surrounded Ning Cheng like an iron barrel.Murong Xiu stood on the tower of Ningcheng, wearing a bright yellow cloak, staring at the vast distance for a long time.It's just that his eyes didn't stay on the dark enemy army, but looked to the farther sky.In Danfeng's eyes, which had always been deep and restrained, there was an imperceptible look of expectation and anxiety.

"Your Majesty." Zhang Jian said, "It's windy and sandy outside, why don't you wait in the house? It's only been a few days since He left, maybe it won't be so soon...?"

Murong Xiu didn't say a word, and continued to look out of the city.Zhang Jian didn't dare to say any more, just stood aside silently.

General Yan, General Yan, if you don't hurry back, the old minister's two legs won't be able to stand up...

Until it was getting late, Zhang Jian stood wobbly and couldn't stand anymore, and was thinking about how to ask for leave, when Murong Xiu suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted:

"Look! Is it him!"

In the sky that was about to merge into one color, a black shadow appeared, and the shadow expanded rapidly. There was only a uniform uniform of black clothes and black armor. It poured down, smoke and dust rose everywhere, the shouts shook the sky, and it rushed to the bottom of the city in a short time.

It's the Xuanjia Army!

Zhang Jian's voice trembled with excitement: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, General Yan is here with the Xuanjia Army!!"

As if he hadn't heard of it, Murong Xiu stared unblinkingly at the vigorous black figure at the forefront of the army.

He still had forged black hair, fierce movements, and eyes as clear as black jewels under the hideous mask.It's him, it's him!He really is back!

Murong Xiu's heart trembled, and for a moment he just wanted to jump off the city wall and run towards Yan Changqing.But he immediately controlled his emotions, and said in a deep voice:

"Is the city gate closed?"

Zhang Jian was stunned, and immediately understood: "Don't worry, the emperor, everything is properly arranged."

In a blink of an eye, the Xuanjia army had rushed towards the Beirong army stationed outside the city.The Beirong army seemed to be stunned by the sudden charge of the cavalry, and it was too late to react.In the turmoil, the Xuanjia army was like a broken bamboo, galloping and fighting among the enemy troops, the tragic shouts, the neighing of horses, and the sound of tearing flesh and blood went straight into the sky.

The Beirong Army soon suffered heavy casualties.However, they didn't know whether they were so frightened that they couldn't tell the direction, or they wanted to fight to the death, so they ran towards the gate of Ningcheng in unison.

The few who ran the fastest reached the city gate, their faces were covered with blood, and they thumped their fists on the city gate.Crying hoarsely while smashing.In the blink of an eye, the gate of the city was heavily surrounded, and there was a chorus of screams.

The heavy iron gate, weighing tens of thousands of catties, remained motionless under the smashing and slapping of countless bloody hands.

Murong Xiu lowered his eyes to look at the miserable situation below the city, his fingers were firmly clasped on the city bricks, his whole body seemed to be trembling.

The commander of the guards under the tower trotted up and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, do you want to open..."

"Bold!" Zhang Jian shouted: "Who told you to come up without being summoned! Get out of here!"

The commander seldom saw such a high-ranking official, and the courage to grit his teeth to report just now was gone, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes again, and he walked away in a desperate manner.

Zhang Jian turned his head, and changed his angry expression into a humble and worried expression: "Your Majesty, success or failure depends on one action! You must not be soft-hearted at this time!"

Murong Xiu seemed to have never heard of it, his jade-like fingertips were almost buried in the mud, as if he was facing an extremely difficult choice.

"Look, Your Majesty, General Yan is right in front of you!" Zhang Jian pointed anxiously into the distance and said, "Look!"

Murong Xiu suddenly raised his head, his gaze moved from below the city to the distance, and finally locked on that familiar figure.

For him, everything is worth it!

Murong Xiu closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, finally raised his right hand and swung it down——

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The screams suddenly rang out, and countless sharp arrows were shot from all sides of the city tower, instantly shooting Bei Rong's remnant army beating on the city gate into bloody men.

Outside the city gate, the Xuanjia army led by Yan Changqing stopped their pursuit.

"These Beirong barbarians are really stupid!" A soldier of the Xuanjia Army beside Yan Changqing sighed, "It's obvious that we can't beat us, but they still want to rush into the city gate to take the emperor!"

Yan Changqing wiped the blood off his long sword, and frowned as he looked at the corpses of the Beirong soldiers shot to death by bows and arrows below the tower.For some reason, from the beginning of this war, he felt that something was not right.

The Beirong Army has always been tough and good at fighting.He has fought against Bei Rong many times, but Bei Rong's army has never been as vulnerable as this time.

Could it be that after the epidemic, Beirong's military strength has declined to such an extent?But if it is in decline, why would troops besiege the city?

Just as he was thinking, the desolate bugle sounded, and the gate of Ningcheng slowly opened. Two rows of guards lined up holding torches. speed toward him.

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu steadfastly, and instantly remembered all the past, and didn't know what to say for a while.But seeing that Murong Xiu was unscathed, Yan Changqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I wait for the escort to come late, I hope the emperor will forgive me!" All the soldiers got off their horses and knelt down to salute.

Murong Xiu stopped suddenly beside Yan Changqing, and stared at the very familiar face that he had been thinking about for a long time.The ice that had condensed in his heart seemed to melt into a large wave of tide at this moment, slapping his heart, warm, sad, and moving, completely surrounding him.

Only this person can easily defeat his heavily guarded heart.Let his heart surge, thinking day and night.

Only this person made him want to take it desperately.

"You came at the right time, what's your fault?" Murong Xiu smiled gently.

In the blazing fire, Murong Xiu held Yan Changqing's hand, raised his head high, and shouted to everyone around:

"God-given general is my General Yan!!!"

It is the highest honor for the officers and men of the Yan Kingdom to greet them personally and point to the heavens to congratulate them.The Xuanjia army outside the city, and the guards inside the city suddenly knelt together, echoing in unison:

"General Yan!!!" "General Yan!!!" "General Yan!!!!"

Amidst the roar of the mountains and the tsunami, Murong Xiu tightly held Yan Changqing's stiff fingers, and said with a smile:

"Brother, welcome back."

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The battle of the siege ended with a quick victory for the Yan army, but the aftermath work has just begun.Although it was already deep, the soldiers in Ningcheng were still busy with their feet on the ground, sweating profusely, carrying corpses, digging pits and filling them, and cleaning the bloody ground, all in a hurry in this cold night.

Yan Changqing didn't go back to his tent to rest, he changed out of his blood-stained armor, and came to Ningcheng gate in a black singlet.He looked at the little soldier who was busy moving the corpse at the door, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

From carrying the soldier talisman to the Xuanjia army's camp, to Ningcheng's relief, the whole journey seemed to be too smooth.Yan Changqing couldn't help thinking of the question on the battlefield again.

Why are these Beirong troops so vulnerable?This is so abnormal.Could it be that the Beirong people contracted some kind of disease and deliberately wanted to pass it on to Ningcheng?Or some other conspiracy?

The battle took place at dusk, and the light was too dim, so Yan Changqing couldn't see the appearance of these Beirong people clearly.Now that he had the opportunity, Yan Changqing went to the city gate, wanting to check if there was anything unusual about Beirongren's body.Coincidentally, two skinny soldiers walked over with difficulty carrying a corpse in Bei Rong's armor.Seemingly exhausted, a soldier in front staggered and fell to the ground. The corpse rolled on the ground and spread out at Yan Changqing's feet.

Under the cold moonlight, the face of this male corpse looked extremely white and terrifying.

Yan Changqing glanced down, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

How could this person give him a feeling of déjà vu?

...He seems to have... seen him somewhere? ! !

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(PS: The forests and valleys gather in the dark, and the clouds gather in the sunset. From Xie Lingyun's "Shibi Jingshe Returns to the Lake")