[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

It's fate.

Feng Li led the army to attack from the other side, shouting from the other side, shouting from the other side, immediately killing more urgently, Li Jiancheng laughed twice, wiped the blood stains on his face, and the general's armor on his body naturally attracted the siege , he watched the soldiers and guards fight, and someone fell off the horse in the blink of an eye, and he was slightly angry.

"Chuan Gu Ling! No surrender before dawn! Kill!"

"His Royal Highness orders! No surrender before dawn!"

"No surrender until dawn!"

The prince's cavalry had never received such an order. They shouted wildly, and the beasts that had eaten meat were released from the cages. All of them were gluttons who couldn't eat enough. They licked blood and devoured meat. They fought fiercely until dawn. , three feet of corpses piled up under the hooves of the horses, and rivers of blood criss-crossed.

Liu Yucheng, chief commander of Jihu, and more than a dozen people were captured, and more than a thousand Hu soldiers were captured. The Tang army won a big victory.

Li Jiancheng looked far and wide, his figure was indistinct under the golden glow of the rising sun, and his figure was like a god of war amidst the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

He suddenly dismounted from his horse, but he was walking leisurely in a fine steel black armor, with blood splashing from corpses, and stepping over broken limbs and bones. Even with dried blood on his face.

The young man was standing outside the battlefield, the distance was too far, and Li Jiancheng still saw him through the blood and bones of Man Yuan. He dismounted from his horse and walked slowly over. people.

"Your Highness, what should Liu Yucheng and others do?" Seeing that Li Jiancheng was about to leave, Xue Wanche hurried forward and asked.

Li Jiancheng didn't slow down: "I'll stay in the camp first, and wait for the orphan to deal with it."

"Yes."

The black combat boots embroidered with golden silk dragon patterns no longer look luxurious. Murong Ziying looked at the prince who was coming from afar, the red cloak and black armor curled up in the wind, fierce and awe-inspiring, he did not dare to look at him, he waited for a long time, It wasn't until he was at a loss that he saw the pair of blood-soaked brocade boots in front of him.

Murong Ziying knelt on one knee, clasped her fists and said, "See Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"It's strange to be lonely, how can I meet you everywhere." Li Jiancheng said with a smile, "If you don't want to salute, it's fine. According to the etiquette system, you should also be punished for disrespect."

Murong Ziying raised his eyes to look at him, and Li Jiancheng laughed even louder when he saw the stubbornness in his eyes.

Murong Ziying naturally wouldn't tell Li Jiancheng that he belonged to the royal family of Yan a hundred years ago, and now that Yan Kingdom has long since perished, Li Tang inherited the Chinese orthodoxy.

"I'm here to look for His Highness." Murong Ziying got up and said.

Li Jiancheng just reached out to touch his head, when a woman in purple fell from the tree, pointed at him and shouted, "Stop it! Don't stain our Qionghua's clothes with your blood, my lovely Ziying is clean."

The woman wore a close-fitting tube top and a leather belt around her waist. Her clothes were completely bare of decorations and embroidery, but there was an exquisitely carved and painted bamboo wine cylinder hanging on her waist. It was obvious that a lot of thought had been spent on it. The woman actually regards the wine barrel as more important than the clothes.

"Uncle Master." Seeing that Li Jiancheng was not displeased, Murong Ziying continued, "This is His Royal Highness Prince Tang."

"Suxin has met His Highness." The woman straightened her face, but she just cupped her hands casually, took another sip from the wine tube, and said happily, "Your Highness is so handsome, he is not worse than my cold determination, Yay, Your Highness should hurry to wash the blood off your face."

Li Jiancheng didn't know what she was talking about at all, nodded his head and said in a low voice: "Since there is something to do, let's go back to the camp with Gu, and Gu still has a lot of important military affairs. If you are not in a hurry, stay in the camp first, and wait for Gu to finish his work." Say it again."

Murong Ziying felt that Li Jiancheng's attitude was much colder. Presumably they were not familiar with each other, and a stranger suddenly appeared. This unintentional change made him feel that the prince treated him very differently, and he was close by nature.

Li Jiancheng whistled to call his own horse, stepped on the road with blood splashing, stopped in front of him, snorted happily, and rubbed Li Jiancheng's armor affectionately with his ear.

"Both of you are cultivators. I'm afraid that the blood from the killing field will stain your clothes, so you can ride this horse back to the camp. No one will stop you."

Li Jiancheng's words were somewhat disrespectful to Su Xin just now, but Murong Ziying knew his temperament, and felt that the prince who had passed away had a bit of a childish temper, so she raised her head and smiled at him for the first time.

Murong Ziying is a person who, after seeing him once, will feel that he will never laugh in his life, so Su Xin was taken aback, and Li Jiancheng didn't bother to pay attention to what this young man, who was as old as his own child, was thinking. After the two got on their horses and left, he walked back slowly.

On the same day, Li Jiancheng released Liu Yucheng and others, and Xu Guanjue sent them back to recruit Jihu ministries.

The Tang army camp was pushed forward three miles, dealing with the corpses of the two armies, taking care of the battlefield, appraising military achievements, reporting to the higher authorities, all kinds of food, grass and armaments, and the distribution of war horses.

Two ascetics live in this military camp. Although Su Xin is beautiful and beautiful, Murong Ziying is also a handsome young man, and a good man is indispensable in the camp. However, who dares to disrespect the people brought back by the crown prince, so most of them pass by and watch Guess it, no one cares at all.

6th

Murong Ziying practiced sword every morning, she almost regarded the barracks as Qionghua Dojo, Su Xin ran out to beg for wine when she saw the sky, she opened her mouth and shut it up like a prince, neither of them was polite.

The stern and whistling sword wind flipped the blue long clothes, dexterous as a dance, and the sword moves were crisp and sharp, with a heroic posture.

The young man is outstanding, talented, intelligent, calm and knows how to advance and retreat. Li Jiancheng appreciates him very much, and naturally he will like him more and more, so he will pamper him more and want him to make him more satisfied.Just like a sculptor of fine art meets a unique beautiful jade, how can he let it go.

Li Jiancheng learned that Liu Yucheng would lead a dozen chiefs from Jihu to surrender in the near future, so he took the time to come over to see what the two of them wanted from him. Seeing Murong Ziying practicing sword, his heart was moved.Over the past thousand years, Li Jiancheng can't think of anything he can't do. No matter how talented others are, but he has plenty of time, and with this alone, he can surpass the world.

The jade sword was unsheathed, Li Jiancheng made a move from Murong Ziying, the sound of gold and jade trembled, the two looked at each other, and suddenly they fought.

Murong Ziying's sword is fast and direct, good at attacking but not good at defending, but he actually used the meaning of attacking as defense, familiar and changeable, far surpassing the level of his peers, even some elders are not as good, but in the end he is only ten Hard work for the coming year.

And the prince Changqin holding the sword has been for thousands of years.

The blade of the sword brushed against the side of her face, but it seemed to be extremely slow, the coldness pierced her heart, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, Murong Ziying saw her own eyes in the sword, with panic, she became even more panicked, and the long sword dropped her hand It was picked up by Li Jiancheng and flew out, flipped a few times and landed on the ground, and flicked twice reluctantly.

Suddenly there was a burst of cheers mixed with whistles, and the people around them were booing. Li Jiancheng picked up the sword and returned it to Murong Ziying. What are you going to do, is there anyone who will come out and do two tricks with me?"

There was another commotion, a small man jumped up, and only stretched out his hand in the crowd to slap Li Jiancheng a few times, laughing and saying, "Your Highness's swordsmanship, imperial cavalry, which one doesn't know! Us."

This man suddenly came out of the crowd like a monkey, and he also looked like a monkey. Li Jiancheng laughed when he saw it: "How are you?"

The monkey-like little captain patted his chest, bowed his hands to the soldiers of the imperial camp around him, raised his eyebrows at the prince and said: "Our imperial camp is not self-effacing, and we can only fight on a par with His Highness's personal guards."

This provocative expression on his face was really flattering. Li Jiancheng couldn't help laughing until his clothes trembled. He naturally knew this person. He brought out the imperial cavalry with his own hands. The faces are familiar, and they are like brothers.

Li Jiancheng suppressed a smile, and pointed at him with a serious face: "Okay, if you make trouble again, I will punish you."

"Your Highness, I..."

"Liu Duizheng, I still have guests, you, and..." Li Jiancheng swept across the crowd and said with a smile, "Let's leave, everyone."

"Yes." This chorus of shouts was a bit shocking, Murong Ziying was amazed to see that everyone retreated in an instant, and the outside of the tent was like a new road.

Su Xin didn't come out, waited for Li Jiancheng to enter the tent, sat at the head, and respectfully poured a cup of hot tea, the light tea mist was full of alcohol smell.

Murong Ziying stood outside the tent with her sword in her arms, setting up a barrier. Li Jiancheng felt the slight sense of confinement, squeezed his teacup tightly, and looked up at Su Xin. It is the color of respect.

Li Jiancheng pressed Su Xin's hand carrying the pot, staring at the beautiful eyes of the woman, he gently hooked the teapot down, and filled his cup.

Su Xin withdrew her head, raised her eyes slightly, and saw a hand holding a sword, holding a small teacup, lightly pressed it under her slightly pursed lips, and saw it open.

"I see that you have an unrestrained temperament, you don't humble yourself, and you don't fear high power. Most ascetics think they are out of the world. Why...why did you come to this battlefield to find me? I don't think you have my heart in Tang Dynasty." The sound is moist, like the fragrance of tea and wine, it penetrates into the heart stream, and cools into the marrow bone.

Let him go out of the world, even a person who is proud of the world will tremble for it.

Su Xin was silent for a long time, her heart was calm, she just straightened her body and knelt down again, without any haste, she said, "Your Highness, Su Xin knew it was presumptuous, but this matter... is of course related to the fate of the Tang Dynasty, otherwise, how could it be?" It's about His Royal Highness."

"How courageous!" Li Jiancheng jumped up against the table, and Su Xin, who was kneeling in front of the table, trembled.

Among the six worlds, only the royal family of the human world can truly achieve power in one world. When the emperor is angry, his corpse is bloody. The Wanmin, a mere young woman cultivating Taoism, can bear a few more points.

Su Xin never thought that she would have such a day.