Rong Lan

The house was empty. It was almost July, autumn in the north came very early, and a heavy rain made the weather even cooler.

Zhong Yi stretched out his hand, and his fingertips brushed Rong Lan's sleeping eyebrows.

The fingers are cold.

Even though it was the same without temperature, he felt that his heart was getting colder, just like in this cooler day, after autumn, there will be cold winter.

Zhong Yi raised his hand to caress Rong Lan's pale face back and forth. In his memory, this peaceful sleeping face has always been so bloodless, which makes people feel that the person with eyes closed is the same as before, sleeping It's all over.

Chong Yi guarded Rong Lan for more than a month, and Rong Lan "sleeped" like this for more than a month.

What Mo Xuan could deduce, Zhong Yi would only have thought of earlier, but Rong Lan couldn't possibly die.

Without Ronglan, even if the Miaonan people regained all the territory they once had, they would not be able to truly restore their country. The Miaonan royal family has a strict lineage, and no one is qualified to inherit the throne of the Southern King without verifying the seal of the golden cicada.

No one came to rescue, but the time did not come.

Zhong Yi looked at Rong Lan quietly for a long time, then lifted his limp body with his palms, and asked angrily: "Rong Lan, you have exhausted all your tricks, and after suffering so many illnesses, you would rather sacrifice the Rong family than surrender A token! All of this is for the sake of restoring the country?! Then why don’t you wake up?! Half of your territory has already been obtained for you, so you plan to continue sleeping like this?!”

Zhong Yi's eyes were cold, filled with deep anger, and there was still a glimmer of hope, but the person he asked only closed his eyes and answered silently.

After ten years of planning, the restoration of the country is in sight, so why not wake up? !

"Please speak!"

"Aren't you going to restore the country?!"

"Believe it or not, I really killed you!"

The heavy wings shook Rong Lan almost crazily, and Rong Lan was only asleep, her soft body swaying weakly with the shaking, like a doll that can be manipulated but will not resist.

"Lan'er...!" Chong Yi swayed for a long time before finally hugging Rong Lan tightly.

Rong Lan's soft, boneless body kept sliding down in his arms, and the heavy wings lifted up the sliding body over and over again, but no matter how hard he tried, it seemed to be in vain.

Chong Yi no longer persisted, just put Rong Lan flat on the bed, maybe it was time to give up, Rong Lan's calculations were still troublesome even if he fell asleep like this, he couldn't catch him, he couldn't keep him, But he was trapped by the cage he designed, and now he is struggling.

Then let it go, if you can't keep it, why should he force it.

Chong Wing brushed Rong Lan's pale face, and finally outlined the eyebrows and eyes that had deeply moved him, got up and walked out of the room.

"Zhang De, find someone to bury him."

"Your Majesty, where is he buried?"

Chongyi looked at the sky and saw the majestic snow-capped mountains with hundreds of rivers: "Hukou Pass, the top of Mingshan Mountain!"

"Kill—!"

Rivers of blood flowed outside Hukou Pass!

The emperor brought the crown prince to march in person, never before or since!

Those who dare to bet on the present and future of a country are either desperate gamblers or extremely confident.

In front of Wanjun, Heavy Wing put on his armor and helmet, straddled his horse, turned his head and asked his son who was also in golden armor beside him, "Are you afraid of death?"

Chongwen is wearing the same golden armor as Chongyi today, which symbolizes his noble status as the crown prince of a country.He instinctively wanted to nod, but felt that his father asked him such a question, and he should answer that he was not afraid. He hesitated, but finally nodded, "Afraid..."

Zhong Yi laughed loudly, "Hahaha! It's right to be afraid! This battle is different from the previous ones. Father doesn't expect you to kill the enemy, as long as you never die!"

Can't die?

Chongwen nodded ignorantly, and the war horse had already led him into the scarlet fight: "I know, father."

The generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty looked at the eight-year-old little prince sitting on his horse and using his sword to kill the enemy, and he was no less inferior to the veterans who had experienced many battles.

The emperor's bravery is even more shocking!

Inexplicably, they were deeply encouraged, and they became obsessed with demons to fight!

The stalemate with Beijue for many days opened a gap.

When Chongwen's golden armor was stained with human blood and his original color could not be seen, when countless machetes and arrows were roaring to kill the prince of Dazhou, and the uncle whom he was familiar with but unfamiliar came to him with a sword in his mother's mouth, Chongwen In fact, I really know what the phrase "never die" means.

Chong Yi's eyes were cold, and he swung his sword to cut off Haihu's horse's hoof.

Haihu fell off his horse and fell under Chongwen's sharp knife!

Many people remember that the battle lasted for three days and three nights, with mountains of dead people and red shoots sprouting from the grass that was about to wither outside Hukou Pass.

The Great Zhou lost one hundred thousand soldiers, winning more with less. Haihu, who had ruled Beijue for several years, was extremely rich and famous, and finally died at the hands of his own nephew who was only eight years old.

Beijue was defeated!

And Prince Chongwen's First World War has been passed down as a myth.

He held the severed head of Haihu in his hand, and his thin body trembled because he killed his uncle with his own hands, but the killings all over the world seemed to have stopped because of this. He heard someone shouting "Prince" behind him, so he turned around and put the The head was held high, and for the first time in his life he understood the definition of "powerful".

It is to not die, to stain your hands with the blood of your loved ones, to remain motionless, without shock or pain.

He looked at the stalwart man beside him who had been protecting him all the time: "Father, my son is not dead."

The man only rode his horse and left him with a back view: "From today onwards, you will be regarded as the real prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty. You will be admired by all people, and you will also suffer from loneliness all your life."

Beijue has a vast territory, a large population, and scattered tribes. Unlike Miaonan, it is just a corner of the sea and sky. It can destroy the country and drive the royal family to extinction.

"You are all my clansmen, and I killed my relatives and uncles only to quell the war. If you are willing to surrender and surrender, I will keep them safe!"

The fact that Chong Wing has set up Chongwen is to a large extent because of Zhongwen's blood from Beijue. Although the queen mother is also from Beijue, and he also has Jue people's blood on his body, but before she got married, the queen mother was just the princess of a weak tribe. It can't compare with the noble royal status of the princess Haishu.

Da Shanyu was killed, Beijue became a state of disunity, and various tribes appealed to Da Zhou for peace, and they highly respected Prince Chongwen.

This year, the eight-year-old little prince became the greatest contributor to the recovery of Beijue. The twelve tribes of Beijue jointly signed a contract on the second day after they were defeated to surrender to the Great Zhou and become a territory of the Great Zhou.

On the day when Ji Penghe led the army to kneel to send the emperor and the prince away from Hongzhou City, he found that the prince's introvertedness had transformed into an incomprehensible introversion in a few days. The disdain in Shi's heart, the emperor's iron-blooded wrists are also ruthless to his son. After this war, no one in the world will disrespect the prince because of the crime of the prince's biological mother, and no one dares to underestimate Da Zhou who fought on the battlefield at the age of eight. Prince.

The war in Beijue has thus come to an end, but the struggle for Miaonan has just begun.

"Master, please punish! Mo Xuan neglected his duty and let the shadows succeed. An avalanche suddenly broke out on the top of Mingshan, and they disappeared into the snow and mist with them, without a trace."

Burial is just a means to lure the enemy, if no one comes to rescue, then the other party must be waiting for him to give up first.

Chong Yi narrowed his eyes, and his heart felt relaxed for a moment, "Run away, just run away."

He originally thought that if it was a fluke again, and burying Rong Lan on the top of Mingshan Mountain, he would also let the person with whom he had a promise to see how he could achieve his future.

But it really didn't die!

Just run away, as long as he is still alive, he will be able to win that person back sooner or later!

He didn't believe it, he lost once, and he would lose again!

Rong Lan, I will not lose this time in the Miao Nan gamble, let alone soften my heart!

A carriage passed by the village at the foot of Mingshan Mountain, the driver suddenly pulled the reins, the carriage swung around the road, and then drove forward steadily.

A soft and magnetic male voice came from inside the car: "What's going on?"

"Young Master, there was a man lying on the road just now, and the little one went around."

The man in the car frowned when he heard the words: "Qianwu, who taught you how to be a human being? Drive the car back."

The man's words of admonishment were calm and had no deterrent effect. Sure enough, the servant who called Qianwu talked back to him: "Master Shao, you have saved many quacks with unknown origins, but you have recruited thieves into the village every time. , now that the war has just subsided, and the south is fighting again, you should also have a fortified heart against people!"

"Drive the car back!" The man emphasized his tone, obviously angry.

This time, Qianwu didn't dare to speak anymore, and turned the car honestly, only feeling in his heart, the young master is well-known for being a gentleman, and I don't know which malicious person came to approach deliberately this time, how could there be a young master in this world Such an unsavvy businessman?

"Wow—!"

The carriage stopped slowly, and the man in the carriage got out of the carriage, leaned over and carried the person lying in the snow into the carriage.

The man had been frozen all over, but he still seemed to be conscious. Feeling someone hugging him, he raised his arms and hugged him back, rubbing his head while hugging him, and whispered softly: "Brother, is it you? Brother, I Miss you……"

Qian Yuchen looked at the person rubbing back and forth in his arms, and smiled helplessly: "Sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up." He put down the car curtain to block the cold wind, and covered the sleeping person with a fox fur cloak. body, and then fed ginger soup, and stopped moving.

Miaonan Palace.

"Xiaolan—!"

Rong Xuan exclaimed and sat up suddenly!

He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. In his dream, Xiaolan vomited blood and fell straight into the abyss!Ask him why he didn't come to pick him up and go home...

"Brother, you finally woke up."

Rong Xuan was pulled back to his senses by a soft call, he turned his head abruptly, and after a moment of stunned, he hugged the man into his arms: "Xiaolan! Brother, I'm sorry! Brother failed to save you! Are you suffering? Are you doing well?"

That day the Rong Mansion was destroyed, Rong Shen was buried in the sea of ​​flames for the princess, and Rong Xuan rescued the princess. He was injured even more seriously, and Chong Yi did not show the body of Shangshu Hubu, but took him all the way to northern Xinjiang, planning There was a change, Rong Xuan didn't wait for his younger brother, and was blocked by the shadow several times when he went to Hongzhou to save people, and he finally woke up because of the worsening injury and fell into a coma.

Failure to save Xiao Lan has always been Rong Xuan's nightmare in his coma!

But Xiaolan came back safely, and Rong Xuan's heart that he couldn't let go even in a coma finally fell to the ground.

His arms were affectionate and warm, the man's eyes fluctuated, and he whispered in his arms with deep infatuation: "Brother, the Rong family has 120 and seven lives, and I will avenge my father's revenge."

Rong Xuan's expression was heavy, and he hugged him even tighter: "Xiaolan, brother doesn't want you to take risks, father's revenge..."

The man's eyes darkened, and he suddenly sat up in Rong Xuan's arms, he was no Xiaolan!

"Brother! Don't call me Xiaolan anymore. I am now the new king of Miaonan. Call me Shaolan, Mu Shaolan!"

The Southern King orders out!The world shook!

When the Miaonan Kingdom was destroyed, all the old Miaonan clans who were dormant all over the country returned to their homeland under the king's order!After waiting for 20 years, they finally looked forward to the time when they would return to the country.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival again, when the autumn harvest was plentiful, and there were constant performances from various places, all of which were praises of the emperor's great achievements in the past.

Out of tune with this prosperous situation, Xiao Rao led the rebel army with great speed and took the Miaonan Palace directly. When the news of Xinnan King entering the palace and enthroning reached the capital, it was Mid-Autumn Festival.