Deep ice

After a pause, He Yan suddenly understood, and turned his head to look at the general behind him.

"Are you the guard of the capital?"

The man nodded, "Exactly."

Lin Chang was stunned, "I can't complain... I still wonder where the emperor can get so many cavalry in such a short time."

Then came again: "These are all the soldiers I brought to the capital earlier. As expected, there is no such decent soldier in Daping except the northern border."

He Yan's eyes were gloomy, and there was no joy at all.

Seeing He Yan's black face, Lin Chang naturally knew that this man felt sorry for his emperor, so he pursed his lips, "Don't worry, no one dares to rebel except you right now."

He Yan shook his head, "I'm not worried about rebellion, but the hidden dangers in the southeast are huge. Ningyue Pass will not last long. If the bandits take Lincheng and march northward, it will only take dozens of days."

Lin Changdao: "You have just walked through the gate of hell, why are you still thinking about it?"

He Yan said indifferently: "Missing? I have never paid much attention to this country. It is not to ease his heart when I come out to fight."

Lin Chang smiled when he heard the words, "He treats you like that, and you still work hard for him without any complaints. The little emperor is very skilled."

He Yan was confused, "Resentment, why not resentment, I am very resentful, but I don't see him often now and he can bear it, who knows what will happen in the future."

Lin Chang hurriedly pulled the man away, "Okay, okay, victory in this battle is a happy event, why are you so sullen, anyway, Helian Chong will not come again for a while, let's go, my brother will accompany you tonight." You drink up."

He Yan shook his head, "He Lianchong is not an idler. How could he let go of such a humiliating thing? When he comes back next time, he might have to fight to the death."

Just as He Yan said, after a month, Helian made a comeback.

The full moon shines on the sky, and cold swords are everywhere.

He Yan counted the soldiers and horses overnight, a total of [-] flat troops, but the enemy troops outside the city were far more than this number.

Back in the room, Lin Chang was laying out paper and writing, and he had already written a full page.

He raised his eyes and saw He Yan entering the room, so he lowered his head and continued writing.

He Yan stepped forward, took the page that Lin Chang finished writing and looked at it for a moment.

There are a lot of teenage boys, like a sword walking a yellow dragon, crooked, talking about trivial things, asking their father about their health, and thinking about their wives and children.

He Yan couldn't help laughing: "You can still write so many things, I think you can't read."

Lin Chang didn't raise his head, "Okay, I know you come from a family of officials and officials, and you are capable of both literature and martial arts, unlike me and other small families who rack their brains to write a family letter."

He Yan put down the page, "You always have family letters to write."

Lin Changdao: "You can also write a memorial to the emperor, it's no different from a family letter."

He Yan snorted coldly, "Who wants to write to him!"

Lin Chang's tone slowed down, and he changed the subject and said, "I think I've been fighting abroad all year round, and I've only come back once in the past three years. My son can toddle, but he doesn't even recognize his father..."

He Yan tilted his head slightly, "How?"

Lin Chang smiled sourly, "The family letter naturally needs to write a few more pages..."

After speaking, he took out a few sheets of white paper and lined them up on the table, "This is for my father, this is for Lian Yue, this is for my son...it won't be too late when he can read..."

The heart of the candle is like a bean, reflecting the soft light on the man's face, between the lines, although it is gentle and unremarkable, it is as ferocious as a new grave in northern Xinjiang, loyal blood on the battlefield.

He Yan's voice was low, "Don't act like you're going to die, it's disgusting."

Lin Changbai glanced at He Yan and continued to write.

Until the oil lamp was burned out, the thick stack of papers could not be finished.

Oriental fish maw, Frost sky breaks wild goose.

The horn is loud and loud, and the iron hooves are bursting.

He Yan was already sleeping restlessly, but when he heard this movement, he immediately turned over and got up.

Lin Chang raised his head, his eyes were bruised, obviously he hadn't slept all night.

The door was wide open, and the lieutenant who entered had a livid face.

"Master Fei, Governor Lin, Helian is attacking the city!"

He Yan got on his boots, rushed out of the house with Lin Chang, and started to prepare for the battle.

Five thousand crossbowmen on the border wall fired their arrows at the same time, and for a while, feathers flew like locusts between the sky and the earth.

The scuffle continued until noon, and there were mountains of dead bodies under the city, all of them were shot into hedgehogs.

The top of the border city wall is broken, and the walls are broken.

The gap lit a fire, and the smoke rose into the air.

Lin Chang turned his head and asked He Yan, "What should I do? Just keep going like this?"

He Yan was silent for a long time, and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Lin Chang's heart sank, and he stopped asking.

A lieutenant came up behind him, knelt down on one knee,

"Governor, an urgent letter from the court."

Lin Chang took it, opened the letter, and was stupefied.

He Yan leaned forward, "What's the matter?"

Lin Chang subconsciously hid the letter aside, but He Yan still grabbed his wrist and couldn't move.

"It was written by Tian Chongguang..." Lin Chang muttered to himself for a while, his voice trembling, "Yes..."

He Yan was taken aback for a moment, "Tian Chongguang?"

Then he tore through the letter again, his face became more and more gloomy.

Lin Chang lowered his head, "The defenders of Lincheng rebelled and marched northward."

He Yan smashed the letter, "Ning Yueguan, this trash!"

Lin Chang continued: "I'm afraid that Ningyueguan is already in danger."

He Yan turned around and wanted to leave, "I'm going to serve the king."

Lin Chang pulled He Yan, "The emperor didn't ask you to go, Tian Chongguang just tipped off the news, maybe the emperor has his own way."

He Yan struggled, and said angrily, "A solution? He sent all the guards of the capital to close the city, and the capital has no defense at all. What can he do?"

Lin Changdao: "It's useless for you to go."

He Yan said: "This trip is not to protect his country, but to save his life."

After a pause, he continued, "If it wasn't for him, I'm afraid you and I would have died long ago."

Lin Changdao: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to go directly to Beijing without an order."

He Yan said angrily: "You have rebelled once, what's the difference?"

Lin Chang's tone was suffocated, "Then how many people are you going to take away?"

He Yan looked at Lin Chang, "Five thousand."

Lin Chang smiled and said, "I will give you ten thousand."

He Yan said: "You are more dangerous than me."

Lin Chang shook his head, "You wait for me first." Then he turned and went back to the house, folded the family letter he wrote last night neatly, wrapped it in a flag, and handed it to He Yan, "Help me take this back, so that I also save sending a fast ride to deliver the letter."

He Yan bowed his head and saw that the flag was incomplete, the word "Lin" was already incomplete,

"Run if you can't hold on anymore, your life is at stake."

Lin Changdao: "That's natural."

On that day, He Yan led five thousand elite soldiers out from the back gate of the border town.

At night, the first snow in northern Xinjiang, the fire behind the back is not extinguished, shouting to kill and shaking the sky.

He Yan ran away all night, not daring to look back at all.

-

Sunset in the imperial city, depression and silence.

Broken crystals wrapped in branches, red plums proud of snow, really is the supreme elegance.

But the people in the imperial study room didn't care to watch this hard-to-find beauty.

The southeast fell, and Lincheng rebelled, followed by the destruction of the city in northern Xinjiang, and there were many bad news.

"Xilian--"

The old eunuch who was adding charcoal to the copper furnace hurriedly turned around, bowed forward,

"Your Majesty, the servant is here."

Yuan Jing put down his pen, his black eyes were tired, "Go to the imperial hospital to get the things, I told the imperial doctor Xu yesterday."

The eunuch's hand trembled, the burning coal fell from the tongs, rolled on the ground a few times, and many sparks were thrown out.

Xi Lian opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he let out a sob.

The palace people next to him couldn't see clearly, but Xi Lian was very clear in his heart.

Yuan Jing's eyes were full of blackness, seeing Xilian like this, he didn't blame him, he just said flatly, "Go."

Xi Lian knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "I obey the order."

-

By the time He Yan arrived in the capital, it was already as dark as black night.

Leaving those 5000 people in the outer city to guard against the thieves, He Yan went straight into the palace without disarming himself.

The silver moon is reflected in the sky, occasionally palace people with lanterns pass by, all of them have pale faces, gloomy, like wandering spirits.

It was pitch black everywhere.

There were two scattered guards outside the imperial study room. When they saw He Yan, they were stunned for a moment, and they were about to rush forward, but they heard someone speak first.

The man's voice was sluggish, as if his throat had been smoked by charcoal,

"...Master Fei...?"

When He Yan turned his head, he saw Xilian standing behind him, with a blue face and a pair of swollen fox eyes that could not be concealed.

Xi Lian was in a strange mood, "It's really you."

He Yan looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and said casually, "What is this?"

Xi Lian's face froze, but he didn't say anything.

As a result, He Yan became vigilant instead, and reached out to grab the porcelain plate, only to see his hands and feet trembling in shock, and he took two steps back, almost falling into the snow.

There was a silver moon behind He Yan, and his pupils were cold.

"what happened?"

Xi Lianjian couldn't hide it, and immediately knelt on the ground.

The silver sticks are wrapped and shaken, and the white snow is curdled.

He Yan's expression became more and more gloomy after hearing Xilian's words, and in the end he flew into a rage.

He snatched the porcelain bottle from Xilian's hand and threw it to the ground.

The pieces of blue and white porcelain were broken into pieces, and the pool of medicinal juice meandered out, the color was thick and black, dirtying the crystal white ground.

Xi Lian's eyes turned red, and she sat on the ground slumped as if limp again.

He Yan broke into the imperial study directly.

Those who have been guarding the imperial study all year round also know his identity, and they have not tried to stop him with force.

After turning around the inner and outer halls, Yuan Jing was still nowhere to be seen. He Yan was annoyed, so he arrested a palace servant and questioned him.

Seeing He Yan's serious face, the palace servant was so frightened that he wanted to pee his pants, and said that the emperor went to the Plum Garden to enjoy the snow, and it has been quite a while since he left.

He Yan let go, and the palace servant hurried out of the palace, before leaving, he did not forget to grab Xilian from the ground, "Take me to the plum garden."

Xi Lian was powerless to fight, threw off the broken snow on his body, put his hands into his sleeves, and led the way for He Yan.

Before he realized it, he just left for a cup of tea, but bumped into him outside Weiyang Palace.

He Yan stopped in one place, his eyes fell on the approaching figure, his eyes suddenly brightened with horror.

Yuan Jing was escorted back to the palace by several palace people, wrapped in a silver fox fur, with drooping eyelashes and a jade-like complexion.

Slightly raised his head, seeing He Yan, his phoenix eyes were a little startled,

"You're back?"

He Yan remained silent for a while.

He just stepped forward and reached out to pick off the plum petals that fell between Yuan Jing's hair, his voice was dull,

"Have you been to the Plum Garden?"

Yuan Jing stretched out his hand to brush off the thin snow on his shoulders, and said indifferently, "By the way, let's take a look around."

He Yan said: "You come with me, this emperor is wrong."

Yuan Jing naturally knew what He Yan meant, so he didn't say anything.

He Yan continued: "I came from northern Xinjiang just to pick you up. I'm exhausted, so I might as well find a way out for myself as soon as possible."

Yuan Jing heard the words: "The way out? The world is so big, how can there be a place for a subjugated king?"

He Yan stared at Yuan Jing for a long time, saw him pass by indifferently, and sighed, "There is no cure."

After finishing speaking, he made a sudden move, grabbed Yuan Jing's neck with one hand, his eyes were red, and he pulled hard, "Let's go!"

The surrounding palace people looked deathly and knelt down.A daring eunuch rushed up upon seeing this, kicked by He Yan and fell to the ground, clutching his belly and curled up into a ball, unable to get up. The rest of the eunuchs were terrified, seeing that the emperor didn't respond at all, so they didn't bother. step forward.

The snow crystals on Yuan Jing's hair tip and eyelashes melted, moistening those dark eyes, as if they wanted to suck people in, "You are telling me that you can't be the emperor now? But when I begged you before, didn't you insist on doing this?" ?”

He Yan tightened his fingers, gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't leave, are you willing?"

Yuan Jing laughed uncontrollably, "Why am I reluctant?"

He Yanha smiled, "Yes, you must be willing! You have been so willing since the beginning! If so, I don't have anything to be reluctant about!"

After finishing speaking, he dragged the person into Weiyang Palace.

Xi Lian turned pale with shock, "Your Majesty..."

He Yan pulled out his saber angrily, "Get lost."

Xilian's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground with his forehead touching the ground, unable to kneel for long.

The blade was shining coldly, and a few flakes of snow fell.

Weiyang Palace was quiet and deserted, like an ice cave, without any lights.

After Yuan Jing was pressed to the ground by He Yan, he came back to his senses, raised his hand and slapped him, "Get lost."

He Yan immediately became angry, and punched down hard, Yuan Jing covered his mouth reflexively, the corners of his lips were scratched, blood oozing out.

With a tremor in his eyes, He Yan quickly withdrew his hand, but was still annoyed endlessly.

"You poisoned me madly and punished my nine clans. I have fought for you for so long, so I can't do it for nothing."

After that, he began to untie his belt.

Yuan Jing was terrified, and hurriedly crawled outside, but was dragged back again, tore his clothes, tied his hands at the foot of the bed with rags, the bluestone brick floor was icy cold, and the person lying on top was naked and shivering. trembling.

Forced to have his thighs divided, and the pressure was steady, a mouthful of saliva was swallowed by the secret hole, and then a thick black thing was thrust inward.

Yuan Jing's voice trembled, "He Yan, please..."

But if the arrow is on the string, there is no reason not to shoot it.

Without lubrication, he couldn't enter at first, but He Yan's heart was bent, and he was ruthless.

The collision was endless, scarlet ticking, hitting the stone bricks, and blood flowers bloomed.

Someone had a dead face and a desolate smile.

Yuan Jing relaxed, as if the tyranny behind him didn't exist at all.

The blackness in front of my eyes covered the sky and covered the sky, and in a flash, I became that young and ignorant, beside the Huai River.

In the corridor, the wind chimes swayed, and there was also a lot of mourning.

Just like this, he was pressed under him all day and beat him violently, forcing him.

It has never changed, it has always been this way, and it is still the same now.

That's why I tried my best at the beginning, only thinking that one day I could get revenge,

But when that day came, everything went wrong.

Rise and fall several times, tired of national worries.

Let go step by step, forget bit by bit.

Abandoning the original intention and achieving an absurdity.

What he said was absolutely right, he was indeed a born scumbag.

The bloody joint was sucking and wriggling, tightly hugging the meat blade, hesitating endlessly.

He Yan's eyes were brilliant, explaining the profound things in a simple way, but his heart was densely packed, and he didn't feel the slightest sense of joy.

On the contrary, Yuan Jing gradually became interested, his body was covered with a thin layer of red, and his breath became softer and quicker.

He Yan pulled out and turned the person on the ground over.

The cloth on the wrist was about to squeeze into the skin, the blood on Yuan Jing's cheeks had faded, but the corners of her eyes were crimson, full of lust.

He Yan's anger receded, with regret on his face,

"Does it hurt?"

Yuan Jing smiled strangely, her legs wrapped around his waist fiercely.

He Yan was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the hard object on his lower abdomen, and then he understood.

This person, my favorite, almost forgot about himself.

He Yan's black pupils shrank, and he unambiguously lifted Yuan Jing's legs, pressed them on the ground, and stabbed directly at the acupuncture point.

The soft flesh inside shrinks and wriggles as if frightened, sucking and sucking endlessly, lively and fragrant, it is hard to control.

The mouth of Hongrun's acupoint has been ruptured, and it is pierced by rough objects, which is pitiful and shocking.

His hands were blue and his blood was stagnant, but Yuan Jing was full of ingenuity, and the semen that He Yan had penetrated flowed out softly and smeared all over his lower abdomen.

He Yan couldn't bear it anymore, stopped his movements, and leaned over to hug him in his arms.

"Don't go on like this anymore, okay?"

Happy to dissipate, the pain is like a sharp knife, almost tearing people apart.

Yuan Jing was silent for a long time, his black eyes were empty, "Can you forget?"

He Yan paused and said honestly, "...I can't forget it."

Yuan Jing closed his eyes, his face was stained with water, "That's it."

Mo Yan is lingering, what is the matter of tears,

You can't know you, you can't know me.

That night, the rebel army arrived in Beijing, and the outer city suddenly burst into flames.

Killing endlessly, shaking heaven and earth,

He Yan went back to the imperial study alone, arrested Xilian, rode out of the palace, and went to look for Imperial Physician Xu overnight.

The imperial city was hustle and bustle all night, and all the palace people fled. It was the end of the road.

When He Yan finished taking care of the matter at hand, it was already dawn.

There are two green-tasseled porcelain vases, one each, so let's say goodbye.

In the early morning, the city was broken, and the rebels drove straight in, heading straight for the palace.

He Yan forcibly guarded the palace gate with five thousand elite soldiers and palace guards.

But there are so many rebels out there, killing people like grass, they can't last long.

Five watch, the rooster crows and the mist.

Outside the Hall of Fushou, the clock remains the same.

The golden lacquer seat in Kowloon was empty, and in the normally crowded hall, there were only a few old eunuchs standing there, but no more courtiers.

Xi Lian supported Yuan Jing and slowly entered the hall.

Without a dragon chariot, Yuan Jing walked here from Weiyang Palace for a full hour.

The uppers of the boots were soaked in snow water, and they were a little embarrassed.

Seeing Yuan Jing approaching, several old palace people knelt down and leaned over, shouting long live.

Golden dragon crown, bright yellow robe, Yuan Jing sits on the golden lacquer seat of Kowloon, with a white and transparent face.

After waiting for half a day, still no minister came,

Only then did Yuan Jing raise his hand, "Let's all go."

The old eunuch knelt on the ground and cried, "Your Majesty, I have stayed in the palace all my life, where else can I go?"

Yuan Jing sighed softly, "I am an incompetent emperor."

Xi Lian burst into tears, "Your Majesty! The slaves know that the Emperor is a wise king! He has been in power for six years and has worked hard, but his life is exhausted! You can't blame the Emperor!"

Yuan Jing's expression was terrifying, he tore off the jade pendant around his waist, and handed it to Xi Lian, "If you want to come to the palace, it should be as soft as it is for others, this thing is very valuable, just take it, take the little prince with you and leave the palace, Find a good family to give it to, and it will not be in vain for you and my master and servant for so many years."

Xi Lian cried out of breath, "Your Majesty..."

Yuan Jing waved his hand, "Go."

A layer of white snow fell on Zhuque Pavilion, which could not cover the dirty blood of the dead underneath.

Yuan Jing took out a porcelain vase from his sleeve, and pulled out the green tassel on the top.

I still remember that year when the new emperor ascended the throne, with hundreds of civil and military officials, the Tao is forever and everlasting.

It was the first time for the young emperor to board the golden lacquer seat in Kowloon, and he glanced timidly at the man standing at the front of the group of officials.

Unexpectedly, he became the king of subjugation.

Falsely bearing the ambition of Ling Yun, the arms have never been opened.

Before he knew it, his cheeks were full of tears, he was in a daze, but he saw that man standing at the entrance of Fushou Hall, blood dripping from the tip of his knife, his face covered with dust.

The general trend is over, and only a few hundred of the 5000 people are left.

He Yan came here on horseback just for the funeral.

Yuan Jing looked at He Yan steadfastly, "I owe you this, and now I have to pay it back, we both will settle."

After speaking, he drank the liquid in the bottle on his back, the poison passed through the intestines, and the blood poured into it.

He Yan was about to crush his fingers and remained motionless. Seeing the phoenix eyes of the person who vomited blood lost his focus, he slowly closed his eyes.

The emperor fell from the golden lacquered throne in Kowloon and fell to the ground.

At the beginning of the seventh year of Yuanjing, Ping died.

Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty died for the country with his body, and the king died in the country, which is lamentable and weeping.

-

half a month later.

The Beiyi bandits in the capital met each other again, but the rebel army was defeated for the first time. He Lianchong personally beheaded the rebel general at the city gate, and flayed the head of the rebel army for public display.

Hanging up together, there is also Emperor Yuan Jing, the former monarch.

But no one knew, it was just a stand-in.

It's a cold and cold winter, and the wind and snow are blowing.

The snowy ground in the suburbs is white and pure, and all desires for power and calculations are far away.

The stove and sheep blanket in the car are all available.

The man's eyebrows were straight, and he lowered his eyes to study Lin Chang's letter to him, but he didn't realize that the people around him had woken up.

Yubai's fingers lightly touched the congealed blood scab on his forehead, he stared at the man in front of him with a smile for a long time, his eyes were as clear as stars, without any black air,

"you…"

He Yan trembled when he heard the sound, and slowly turned his head.

Yuan Jing didn't have her hair tied up, and before leaving the palace, Xi Lian changed into a velvet white body, her handsome face was as serene as a drizzle in early spring.

He Yan said calmly: "...I am your husband-in-law."

Yuan Jing smiled brightly, and excitedly called out: "Mr.

The wheels are rolling and the snow is white.

The sunlight came in from the curtain, and the person reflected was pale, with a smile on his lips, full of affection.

He Yan stared at Yuan Jing for a long time, and unexpectedly shed a tear without warning.

"kindness."