General's Gown

Yan Changqing's eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Murong Xiu's face without saying a word, as if looking at a monster he had never seen before.

"I never forced them alone. I just took out a little gold and silver, and these people rushed to put on Beirong's clothes, not thinking about the reason behind it. They are so chaotic and ignorant, they even dare to hurt you. Such a Foolish people, what's the use of keeping them? They should have been crushed to death in Qinchuan City. You saved their lives and allowed them to live a few more days. I'm just helping my brother to get them back."

A series of sharp pains hit the nerves continuously, Yan Changqing had difficulty breathing, and he shook his lips after a long time, saying:

"……why?"

"why?"

Murong Xiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, his smile restrained a bit:

"Brother, don't you know? If I don't set up this situation, will you come back? If I don't threaten the safety of the world, do you plan to stay with that Dongyun man forever? You are my country of Yan The most glorious general, you are also my most cherished brother. You promised me that you would always be with me and guard the world with me. But why did you never come back in Dongyun? Do you want to abandon me? Me?"

Yan Changqing knelt on the ground, looked at Murong Xiu with blank eyes, and looked at the so-called "prisoners of war" who were crying and trembling around him, and felt that his heart was being emptied little by little, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dispersing.At this moment, the boundless world was completely reduced to darkness, and even a candle could not be seen.The only thing that can be perceived is Murong Xiu's voice:

"Do you think that even the senior courtiers know about your going to Dongyun? Do you know what they said? Last time in the case of Quen Xueshi, they already doubted your position. This time, they disappeared for no reason. You are treason! They have sent killers to sneak into Dongyun secretly, trying to blackmail me with your death and hit me. I really have no other choice. I can only use He Li to let him find you. Brother, I I must find you first, I must help you get rid of the crime, I want to protect you..."

Murong Xiu was talking to himself, but when he turned around, he saw Yan Changqing kneeling on the ground without saying a word, like a sculpture that had lost all its brilliance.He was terrified to find that in Yan Changqing's eyes, a beam of light was completely extinguished.

Murong Xiu suddenly panicked, and his original speech became stammered:

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at Murong Xiu's panicked face, Yan Changqing smiled slowly.

"So, it's all for me?"

For me, taking so many lives again?

There was a bit of pleading in Murong Xiu's tone:

"Other than that, I really have nothing else to do..."

"I know I'm wrong, brother, please don't be like this, don't be silent, please forgive me?"

"No matter what wrong things I did when I was young, you would forgive me. So, forgive me one more time, okay?"

"Forgive me, okay?"

Yan Changqing smiled palely, covered his face and didn't want to look at everything in front of him again.But as soon as he closed his eyes, countless bloody pale corpses appeared in his mind, and each corpse stared at him with blue-white frightened eyes.In this ridiculous battle, how many innocent lives were lost because of him?

forgive?

Forgive whom?

Is he qualified to forgive others?

The cries on the battlefield still seemed to be echoing in my ears.It turned out that those "Beirong people" desperately wanted to rush into the city gate, just to survive.And he, as a general whose bounden duty is to defend the country, watched the people of his country die under the sword of his own people.

He once thought to himself that he had never lost in his life, but now it seems that he has lost completely and completely, and the defeat was heartless and tragic.

"forgive you?"

Yan Chang looked at Murong Xiu quietly, with a sad smile:

"I'm not qualified to forgive anyone, least of all myself."

Yan Changqing stood up slowly, staggered and walked forward.The cowardly Qinchuan people around were scared by his face and shrank back, fearing that they would be killed by Yan Changqing.But Yan Changqing didn't do anything, he just dragged his long sword and walked slowly forward step by step, like a puppet whose soul was taken out.

"Where are you going?!"

A panicked voice came faintly from behind.Yan Changqing acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and just looked down at his hands.No matter how you look at it, the hands are covered with sticky blood, which seems to be impossible to wash off.Looking up and looking around, the sky and the earth are chaotic, and there is also a tragic blood red, and the terrified eyes of the dead are like a shadow, like a curse engraved on the body.

He really wanted to escape.

escape!

escape! !

"Stop him!"

With an order, a row of black-clothed and golden-sworded figures suddenly appeared in front of Yan Changqing's eyes. They were the dark guards directly under the emperor—the Qilin Guards.They stood in a row, trying to block Yan Changqing's way, but as soon as the shining knife was out of its sheath, Yan Changqing raised his hand and slammed it away, and when they stopped, they saw a black wind sweeping in front of them, and they heard "pa" and "pa" There were muffled sounds of heavy blows of flesh and blood, and a burst of sweetness suddenly surged in their chests. The Qilin Guards' legs softened one by one, and they knelt down one after another, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Yan Changqing withdrew his hand, his eyes still empty, and continued to walk forward step by step.More qilin guards kept attacking him like jackdaws all over the sky. With one slap down, another person would pounce on him, repel one, and then the first three would rush forward.

The blood mist rose, screaming again and again, and there were already wounded black shadows lying around, but the Qilin Guards continued to come up, come up.

Yan Changqing almost exhausted all his strength, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and his shoulders and legs were injured.Of course, these injuries were not fatal, but they hindered his actions after all.Yan Changqing crazily resisted Qilinwei's attack, kicking and punching, but his every move became more and more disorganized, just like a desperate trapped animal, struggling for the last time in vain.

He wanted to break free, to run away, but the dark figure in front of him surrounded him tighter and tighter, making him almost unable to breathe.

However, even if he escaped and broke free, where could he go?

Where else could he escape?

Yan Changqing raised his head and let out a long cry of despair.

The sky overturned, the sky and the earth were torn apart, and the unprecedented darkness piled on his body like a rock, and it collapsed.

Yan Changqing's eyes darkened, and he fell backward heavily.

However, at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, Murong Xiu stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly.

Did you pass out?

Murong Xiu gently brushed away the messy hair on Yan Changqing's forehead, and gazed affectionately at this handsome and pale profile that had appeared in his dreams countless times.Why even after fainting, his brother's brows were still furrowed so tightly, and the black eyelashes drooped feebly, which was a fragility he had never seen before.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

Murong Xiu hugged Yan Changqing tightly in his arms with distress.

But I have to.

I can only do this.

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The winter in Sheng'an City came very early this year, and the scorched leaves hadn't fallen completely yet, and it was already snowing heavily.It lasted all night, and it didn't stop until dawn.The damp cold air diffused from the snow, permeated the vermilion palace wall little by little, and spread in the palace.Every palace official shrunk his head involuntarily, and walked in the heavy snow with his head down.Silent and quiet, there are almost no human voices, but the sound of creaking snow can be heard.

In the Zhaohua Palace, a young eunuch was walking out with a sad face holding a steaming food box.As soon as he lifted the curtain, he happened to meet the maid in charge standing outside the door.

As soon as the door curtain was opened, a faint bitter fragrance came from the shop.The maid in charge is an old man in the palace. She has never been to any palace, but she has never smelled such a strange incense in other palaces.I only heard people say that this incense was specially prepared by the emperor for the master in Zhaohua Palace, and a piece the size of a fingernail is more precious than an ingot of gold.But this Zhaohua Palace smoked the incense day and night without interruption, just like burning charcoal.Every time the maid in charge came in and smelled the incense, she thought in her mind, this incense smells no better than other incenses in the palace, and even has a bitter smell of herbs, why is it so valuable?

But at this time, the maid in charge was no longer in the mood to think about incense.While helping the little eunuch lift the curtain, she lowered her voice and pouted into the inner hall:

"...Still refusing to eat?"

The little eunuch's eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together, his head drooped and he was about to cry:

"I haven't used a single chopstick since I came here, and I don't even drink water. This is the third day!"

"It's really unreliable!"

The maid in charge cursed a few words in a low voice, turned around and beckoned, and saw a short, chubby little chubby girl with a round face like a red apple, blushing from the cold, from behind the red colonnade. The colorful winter clothes are very festive, but they are not the dress of a court lady.

"Little ancestor, I'm counting on you." The maid said, stuffing the food box under the hands of the little fat girl, clasped her hands together, and bowed reverently.

The little fat girl nodded timidly, holding a food box that was half her height, and walked into the hall with a dazed expression.As she walked, she looked around.She is too small, and this gorgeous queen's bedroom is too spacious, with tall porch pillars, and dome carved with dragons and phoenixes, but there is no one, only the strange bitter fragrance lingers in her nose.The little chubby girl became more and more frightened as she walked, and before taking a few steps, her legs limp and fell.But she kept in mind the maid's instructions, pursed her mouth, and staggered forward with the food box in her arms.

Under the gorgeous curtain, the little chubby girl could vaguely see a thin figure with long black hair covering her back, hugging her knees, without saying a word.Only half of his pale but extremely handsome side face was exposed.The little chubby girl put down the food box, rubbed her eyes with her chubby fist, and took a closer look. Suddenly, she sounded like a baby, and shouted excitedly:

"Hey, Brother Immortal!"

Yan Changqing was taken aback when he heard the sound, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a fat ball plunged into his arms.With two shaggy braids and a red round face, Yan Changqing recognized that this was the little girl he and Helian Rongchuan rescued on the day Qilin Guards bloodbathed Qixia Village.

"It's you?" Yan Changqing felt his eyes warm slightly: "Why are you here?"

The little chubby girl proudly raised her round red cheeks:

"People from the palace said that there was a big brother who lost his temper and refused to eat, which worried them to death. They also said that I am the most delicious child in the world. As long as I help to coax him, that big brother will definitely I'm here for dinner."

The little fat girl said, she rubbed against him like a small animal, and said curiously:

"I didn't expect that big brother to be you. Big brother, why don't you eat, are you obedient?"

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If you want to send me blades, don't worry~ Ahem, the rain of glass shards hasn't started yet. . . . . (The lid of the pot above his head is trembling)