Sparrow dream dance

On the outskirts of Hejing City, the Wang Banner is flying against the wind. Today's Chu Xiati is wearing a close-fitting dress with a thin sword around her waist.

She stepped into the upper position, glanced at the men who were staring at her obsessively, and smiled lazily at everyone, "Then, let's get started."

Under such bright and incomparable smiles, everyone was gearing up, with a layer of dreamy color after the blood boiled on their faces.

In order to get such a beautiful woman, even at the cost of his life, he is willing to fight for it!

After drinking a glass of scorching liquor, the men jumped onto the ring one after another.

Soon the sound of clashing halberds continued, and when the sun was projected on the icy sharp edge of the sword, there would be a chilling and dazzling cold light.

With a scream of "Ah", another suitor was cut off with a knife by the tower-like chief of the Beirong clan, and kicked out of the arena heavily, blood gushing out immediately.

"So, this match is the victory of the Helian patriarch!" Zuo Minister declared loudly.

He Lianhu stood in the center of the arena with his hips crossed, with a proud expression on his face, he looked up at Chu Xiati with determination, and shouted loudly,

"Is there anyone who is not afraid of death and dares to come up?!"

Chu Xiati's complexion was extremely pale, and her hands were clenched white.

She didn't expect that Helian Hu would be so cruel, with such cruel and merciless moves.

"Patriarch Helian, this courtship competition is supposed to be very particular, so why do you have to hurt other people's lives?" Chu Xiati said coldly, with anger in his eyes.

Helianhu stared at Chu Xiati, and said without hesitation, "Because I want them to understand that anyone who dares to come up to grab a woman from Helianhu will have to pay a price."

Mu Kun couldn't bear it anymore, put his hand on the handle of the knife, stood up and walked towards the ring.

"Mukun." She called him behind her back.

He paused, turned his head, and met her hesitant eyes.

"I can only trust you," she said softly.

Mu Kun's heart suddenly boiled, he nodded heavily, and strode towards the ring.

He Lianhu seemed to glance casually at the left minister.

Minister Zuo's comprehending eyes changed, and he turned around and poured a glass of strong wine for Mu Kun himself, saying, "General Mu, think twice, after drinking this glass of wine, life and death will be up to you."

Mu Kun glared at Helian Hu who was looking fiercely on the stage, picked up the wine bottle without hesitation, and drank it down in one gulp.

He jumped onto the high platform, pulled out his saber with a bang, aiming at Helian with killing intent.

He Lianhu also took out the scimitar that he wanted to give to Chu Xiati yesterday, with a solemn and alert expression.

He knew that this Han man was the most important of all.

The blade lifted, bringing with it a cold light, and both of them moved so fiercely that no one dared to look at them.

Chu Xiati supported the desk, leaned forward, and watched the two fight without blinking.

After a round of blows, Helian obviously lost to Mu Kun's heavy and fast saber technique.

Mu Kun raised his long knife and slashed at Helian with Wanjun's lightning knife. He was about to win, but all of a sudden, he felt as if all the energy in his body had been emptied, and he staggered and nearly fell to the ground. .

Only then did Helian, who was covered in cold sweat, sneer, and swung a knife at him with his backhand. Mu Kun couldn't dodge it in time, his chest was cut, and he took a few steps back while clutching his chest.

This sudden change made everyone gasp.

Chu Xiati rushed to help the case, and shouted, "Mu Kun, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Kun panted heavily, feeling a little top-heavy. Helianhu in front of him suddenly became several people, and Chu Xiati's voice became farther and farther away. . .

He Lianhu's eyes sank, he roared, and raised his knife to slash at the crumbling Mu Kun.

With a heavy sound of "铛", Helian widened his eyes, staring straight at the black-clothed guard wearing a silver mask who seemed to descend from the sky, "You... who are you?" His knife was caught by this man. With the scabbard against it, no matter how hard he gritted his teeth, he couldn't move an inch.

Without saying a word, the man raised his hand abruptly, and He Lianhu took several steps back.

Chu Xiati's face suddenly turned pale, her eyes widened, her whole body trembling, and she stared straight at the guard.

The guard stretched out his hand to help Mu Kun stabilize his body, as if he didn't pay attention to Helian at all.

Helian was startled and angry, shouted loudly, raised his knife with all his strength and swung at the silver-faced guard.

There was no clanging sound from the blades, it was almost like lightning, and no one even saw how it was done. The guard's sheath had already reached Helian's throat. If it was replaced by a sharp sword, Helian had already passed through his throat and died.

With a little effort from the guard's hands, Helianhu felt a pain in his throat as if he had been hit hard, and fell backwards on the ground in embarrassment, with a sound of 'wow', he spat out a large amount of blood.

The silver-faced guard didn't look at Helian any more, just supported Mu Kun and jumped off the ring, took the wine bottle that Mu Kun just drank as if no one else was there, and strode towards Chu Xiati.

The guard put down the drowsy Mu Kun, put the wine bottle on the long table in front of Chu Xiati, and turned to leave.

From the beginning to the end, she never raised her head to look at Chu Xiati.

Chu Xiati pounced forward and grabbed the guard's robe tightly, her pale knuckles were sharp because of too much force.

She raised her head, smiled with tears in her eyes, and called out the name that had been lingering in her heart with a trembling voice, "Wood..."

The silver-faced guard seemed to froze, and then immediately wanted to shake off Chu Xiati's hand, not wanting that because Chu Xiati was using too much force, his robe would be torn apart with a 'sigh', and Chu Xiati would fall heavily on the ground. land.

The guard hurriedly stretched out his hand to help her, but his arm froze in mid-air, and he withdrew his hand cruelly, and left without looking back.

"Wood!!! Wood!!!"

The guard ran frantically with his eyes closed, letting the crying voice behind him gradually fade away.

After running for an unknown amount of time, she fell to her knees in a vast expanse of white snow, with cold tears streaming down her face, and Chu Xiati's tearful eyes made her internal organs ache as if they were being torn apart.

But she could no longer recognize her, and was afraid of recognizing her.

Because, she is no longer the Murongyan in her mind.

not to mention. .She was already accompanied by another person. .

And that person is far more suitable for her than herself, and can give her a lifetime of stability.

Later, Chu Xiati frantically ordered people to look for that person everywhere, but the guards who came back shook their heads helplessly.

No one could find a trace of the man.

Later, she simply didn't send anyone to look for her.

Soon, news came from Hejing—the queen will get married soon.

Thinking about it, this was the third wedding in the life of the legendary Queen of Mobei.

It's just that this time, the preparations were even worse than the one in Yanjing.

It seems that Chu Xiati intends to have a grand wedding. The royal relatives and relatives of the Western Regions, and even Dayan sent the eldest princess and his wife to Hertulton one after another.

As for the son-in-law, it was He Lianhu, the head of the Beirong clan.

When He Lianhu, who was about to leave Hejing secretly with bandages around his neck, heard that he had been designated as the son-in-law by Chu Xiati, he widened his eyes like copper bells, and even suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Your majesty said that no matter what methods the patriarch and the left minister use, after all, even if she wins General Mu in the end, she will keep her promise." The palace people said so.

For the first time, He Lianhu felt that he must have accumulated great virtue in his previous life.

On the day of the queen's wedding, he rode a tall horse, looked back at the winding red dragon behind him, and smiled from ear to ear.

He stepped into the palace hall arrogantly, and greeted the nobles from all over the world with a proud face, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was the son-in-law of Mobei.

When Murong Qing, the Eldest Princess of Yan Kingdom saw his face, she turned her face away and said secretly, "Does this Chu Xiati have bad eyes? Is such a person willing to marry?"

The son-in-law Gu Han played with the wine bottle in his hand with a relaxed expression, and said to her, "Don't look at him smiling happily now, after a while, I'm afraid he's going to cry."

"What do you mean?" Murong Qing asked sideways.

Gu Han smiled slightly, held her hand, and said, "Sister Qing, why don't we make the world our home after we finish this wedding, and never go back to that dreary imperial palace, okay?"

Murong Qing's heart moved, her soft lips trembled slightly, "Are you serious, or do you want to amuse me again?"

Gu Han smiled without saying a word, but held Murong Qing's hand a little tighter.

At this time, Loulan King Mayerie and Princess Mayertong also stepped into the palace.When they saw Murong Qing and Gu Han, they nodded slightly to each other and sat down at the next table.

Gu Han looked at Mayerie, cupped his hands and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, the king is even more heroic." He looked at Mayertong again, blinked his eyes, and continued, "His Royal Highness is also more beautiful and charming."

As soon as he finished speaking, he let out an 'ouch', and Murong Qing grabbed his thigh severely.

Mayetong covered his lips and smiled, "I haven't seen you for many years, but Concubine Gu has returned to his original nature."

Mayerie also laughed and said, "I am also very pleased to see my old friend again."

Murong Qing looked at the Mo brothers and sisters, and asked, "I have heard that Lou Lan has a good relationship with the Xiongnu, and Wang Shang's brother and sister have known her since they were young. Now that she is going to marry such a person, don't you do it for her?" Are you sad?"

Mayere raised his eyebrows, squinted at the burly bear-like Helian Hu, and said, "Sister Xia Ti always does her own way, and once she makes a decision, no one can dissuade her. Instead of feeling sad, it's better to support her."

Mayetong also nodded and said, "I believe that sister Xia Ti will seize happiness this time."

Murong Qing was a little puzzled, Gu Han stretched out his fingers and tapped her forehead lightly, and teased, "You, you are such a yellow-haired girl who doesn't understand anything."

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A black figure hastily climbed over the palace wall and sneaked into He Jing's harem.

On the other side, Helian Hu, who was drunk before worshiping, was staggered into the brightly lit palace room with the help of the guards.

Said that the Queen summoned him and wanted to see him soon.

The palace man closed the door tightly, and he stared at the bride sitting on the bed bewilderedly, without even thinking about it, he rushed towards her impatiently.

. . . . . .

The night is getting darker; the snow is getting bigger and bigger.

She finally ran to her bedroom, exhaled heavily, and stared at the big red "囍" lettering on the door.

There was no light inside, and her heart was suddenly lifted to her throat.

She pushed open the door quietly and walked in step by step.

It was dark and quiet inside, her palms were covered with cold sweat, and she slowly approached the complicated curtain beside the bed.

She stood there and stretched out her hand tremblingly, but she didn't dare to lift it.

She was afraid that she would be late.

After a long time, she gritted her teeth and opened the curtain abruptly.

She froze for a moment, the bedding was neat and empty.

Before she could recover, she heard a rustling sound behind her.When she turned her head, the candle light was on, and Yi Ren was sitting at the table looking at her with a half-smile.

"Are you looking for me?" Chu Xiati's eyes were shining brightly, staring closely at the silver side of the man's face.

She stared blankly at her, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress, who was unparalleled under the red candle, her thin lips trembled again and again, and all kinds of indescribable feelings rushed to her heart, that long-lost feeling of blood rushing to her forehead The feeling, the feeling of a violent heartbeat everywhere, the feeling of wanting to gaze at her face deeply into the bottom of my heart but still not daring to look directly at her. . .

After a long time, she forced herself to look away, clenched her fists, and ran towards the palace door in a way that almost escaped.

"Murongyan, you coward who killed a thousand swords!" Chu Xiati stood up and shouted angrily.

She faltered in her steps, lowered her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "You...recognized the wrong person."

"Bah!" She rushed forward, grabbed her by the neckline, and forced her to look at her, "You duplicity! Do you think I will not recognize you if you put on a mask? Your pair of Eyes, even if they turn to ashes, I can still recognize them!"

Her amber eyes obviously hurt, and she tried her best to turn her face away, "I'm really not the Murongyan you said."

"If you are really not her, then please tell me, why did you come to me tonight?" Chu Xiati's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and her expression became even more agitated. She grabbed her neckline tightly and trembled Terribly, "Why did you tell me such a lie... We have been separated for so long, and we have experienced life and death. Now we can meet again with great difficulty, but why do you still avoid me?"

She finally felt slightly moved, but still pushed her away, "I just don't think you should marry that Helian Hu."

"If I don't do this, are you planning to never show up again?" Chu Xiati looked straight at her, tears streaming down her face, "Since you are in Mobei, why don't you come to see me, you What are you running away from?"

There were faint tears in her eyes, but she forced herself to say coldly, "I saw him by your side, I don't want to disturb you."

"You!" Chu Xiati raised her plain hand high, stared at her heartbrokenly, and took a long time to withdraw her hand, and said faintly, "Over the years, I have thought countless times to forget you and love others. But I always repent and say to myself inadvertently, wait a little longer, what if you come to me one day? Do you want to see me become the second Leng Lange? No matter how good the others are, they will not you."

At that moment, the tears she had endured for a long time still fell, she looked at her stupidly, how much she wanted to rub her into her arms.

She raised her hand and caressed her smooth and bright face inch by inch.

Chu Xiati pressed her vicissitudes and warm palm to her face with one hand, and slowly stretched out the other hand to the silver mask covering her face.

She didn't want to just touch the cold mask, she felt a sudden shock, immediately withdrew her hand, and took a step back.

"You... just pretend you've never seen me." She said sadly.

After she finished speaking, she wanted to leave again, but Chu Xiati gritted her teeth and reached out her hand to stop her.

"Don't go!"

With a bang, she knocked off the mask on her face.

She hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, and she grabbed the mask in front of her, but when she raised her eyes to look at her, she was stunned, and her heart trembled violently.

A long and deep dark red scar covered the man's originally unparalleled handsome face.

With red eyes, the man glanced at Chu Xiati's startled expression, snatched the mask from her hand, and fled through the door.

Pushing open the door of the palace vigorously, white snowflakes swirled in, and she hurriedly stepped out through the snow.

She only took a step, and in the next moment, she felt a soft body sticking to her back, holding her tightly, not letting her go.

"Fool!" She leaned against her back, tears soaking her clothes.

"Forget about me like this..." She raised her head and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not worthy...not worthy of you..."

"Fool, fool, fool!" She reached out and beat her shoulder, crying loudly, "Do you think I only love your appearance? You and I met on the battlefield, and no one knows how many scars you have on your body better than me, don't you?" Because you have a scar on your face today, do you think I don't love you? Who do you think I am, Chu Xiati? As long as you are still alive, how can I care about these things!"

"If it's me, I'll die soon..." she murmured.

"If you live, I will walk with you in the old age of Sangyu, and if you die, I will be safe with you in the loess and bones." She interrupted firmly, "This time, since God arranged for you and me to meet again, Regardless of life or death, can you and I stop making mistakes?"

Snowflakes danced, quietly falling on the shoulders of the two of them.

She couldn't say a word, she turned around slowly, staring at this woman who had only herself in her heart and eyes.

The moonlight fell in her eyes, turning into a charming luster, her heart beat faster than ever before,

"Xiao Ti..."

Hearing that she finally called her name, she raised her lips slightly and smiled sweetly at her,

"Hug me."

But like a young boy who didn't know anything/things, she blushed instantly, and froze in place with her hands and feet.

Seeing her embarrassed look, she finally let out a 'puchi' laugh and grabbed her stiff neck.

"What a log." She said softly, standing on tiptoe.

The wind picked up, and snowflakes surrounded the two of them. Her kiss was warm and rich, melting the ice in her heart bit by bit with the most sincere temperature.

She finally stretched out her arms, hugged her tightly, and lingered with her lips and teeth desperately.

In such a long kiss, she finally felt at ease.

It's as if the rain fell and merged into the sea, and the sand fell and turned into a desert.

She met her and never separated again.

"Murongyan." She called her.

"Call me Amu." She said seriously.

There is no Murongyan in the world, only Amu.

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Like a wolf, Helian Hu threw the bride who was sitting on the bed, but the tentacles were not soft, but stiff.

He took off the red hijab on the bride's head, and immediately sobered up most of the wine.

How. .How could it be a wooden man.

Just as he was thinking about it, he felt a pain in the back of his head and passed out.

Mu Kun looked at him coldly and ordered, "Come here, throw him into the river."

"Yes."

"Let's say that the son-in-law was drunk and drowned accidentally."

"Yes."

At this time, a guard walked in quickly and whispered a few words in his ear.

He suddenly looked lonely.After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "On the wedding night, after the king heard the news of Wang's son-in-law's death, he couldn't stand the excitement, so he also committed suicide by jumping into the river."

After saying this, he quickly stepped into the snowstorm.

No one saw the two lines of clear tears falling from his hard cheeks.

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Half a month later, Loulan, beside the Peacock River.

She opened her hands slightly, and stood by the river with her eyes closed. The cool breeze was mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and it was very comfortable to pass by.

There is a long scar on her right cheek, but it does not look terrible, but has a very special attraction, making people think that she is a person with a story

At this moment, she felt extremely at ease, and it seemed that someone not far away was humming, "The flowers on Moshang are blooming, but you can return slowly."

There was a sound of tiptoe footsteps behind her, and when she heard it, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, but she didn't open her eyes.

A soft and slippery palm covered her eyes, and the person behind her pretended to have a rough voice, "Do you know who I am?"

She deliberately said, "Sister Qing, right?"

"Guess again." She breathed dissatisfiedly in her ear.

"That's Sister Tong."

She frowned slightly, bit her ear, and scolded, "I just know about your good sisters."

She couldn't stand the numbness and itching, so she turned around and hugged the slender waist of the man in scarlet clothes, and said with a doting smile, "Who told you to be naughty first."

She leaned very close to her, and she kissed her light eyebrows, high nose bridge, thin lips, and the dark red scar with her eyes. . .Unable to restrain herself, she reached out and stroked the scar gently.

In just one moment, her face froze, and she slowly released her.

"You never told me...how did you get this scar."

Every time she touched this scar of hers, her expression would change drastically, and this time Chu Xiati finally couldn't help asking.

She was silent for a long time before she smiled wryly, "I scratched myself."

Chu Xiati asked again, "Then why don't you let Tongmei help you disguise it?"

She bowed her head and said nothing, just when she didn't know how to answer, she suddenly heard Chu Xiati say quietly,

"Is it related to her?"