The bright moon sits on the ground

Before leaving the frontier, Qi Qianyuan first wrote a letter to King Liuguang.

After all, he spent those years in the Liuguang mansion, and his relationship with the Liuguang king was also extraordinary. In the letter, he exchanged a few words, and then wrote, "If there is enough time, when he passes by the Liuguang king's territory." , I will come to the door to bother you.

His Majesty has ordered that all princes who are away must return to the imperial city. Most of the nobles in the imperial court know this, and King Liuguang is no exception.

After receiving this letter from him, King Liuguang must know what he is worried about, so he will be prepared.

And the reason why Qi Qianyuan sent the letter before departure was also to avoid revealing his temporary change of route.

Afterwards, Qi Qianyuan, Meng Qiuze, and ten entourages and ninety guards quietly left the frontier. According to the plan, they first crossed Dishui and headed south. It took five full days, and then followed I walked for three days along that keel-like ancient mountain range.

The Yanghe River was flowing fast, but the route they chose could not avoid the river. After all, King Liuguang's territory was not far away. Seeing the exhaustion of the crowd, Meng Qiuze panted three times, as if he was about to break As if angry, Qi Qianyuan reluctantly let go, and found a secluded place to camp, and when it was dawn, he went to Liu Guang's mansion to replenish dry food.

Then, for about an hour, several bright and cold lights flashed in front of my eyes, tearing apart the heavy night, and there was a moment of stagnation.

The rain that had been brewing for a long time fell suddenly. At first there was a lot of movement, first there were a few thunderclaps like beating drums, and then, thousands of drops of water fell like this, swimming in the sweltering heat of the dog days, falling on the body, and the hot water. Their bodies collided with each other, making a squeaking sound, as if being evaporated by such a temperature—the sound of falling rain gradually deepened, and it didn't take long for it to turn into a torrential rain.

The weather has been weird recently, and you can feel the water vapor brewing through the clouds. It seems that it is going to rain, but it won't rain for a long time. No sound, no more text.

The place where they camped was not far from the Yanghe River, almost standing against the water, and the rain came so inexplicably, the rain curtain covered the sight with a layer of gray and black color, obstructing the sight, the sound of the rain was crackling, chaotic and loud Through the vastness of heaven and earth.

The uneasiness in Qi Qianyuan's heart became more and more intense, so he ordered to withdraw the camp and began to slowly move towards King Liuguang's territory.

That's when the misfortune started.

In fact, Meng Qiuze felt other existences in the rain curtain earlier than Qi Qianyuan. They were discussing which way to take was safer, and worried whether the gravel on the mountain would be washed away by the rainstorm. At this time, it happened that Qi Qianyuan was talking, and Meng Qiuze suddenly raised his head and looked at a certain place with his rain-soaked eyes. Almost at the same time, Qi Qianyuan also stopped talking.

The time between the two's reactions was very short, and the situation was urgent, so Qi Qianyuan didn't even have time to investigate this flaw.

The result of their discussion is actually not important, Qi Qianyuan immediately left to find his own general, Meng Qiuze also returned to the account without saying a word, and quickly put away those scrolls that could not be taken by other forces.

After about a cup of tea, Meng Qiuze opened the curtain, walked outside, and bumped into Qi Qianyuan who was walking inside.

Qi Qianyuan reached out to hold his shoulders, stabilized his figure for him, glanced slightly, and said: "These things can't be hidden, and they can't be taken away. It's the second emperor brother who came. We are outnumbered and there is no one left." To retreat, burn these scrolls first."

"Why did he choose to do it at this time?" Meng Qiuze was stunned and said, "If His Majesty sees that you have not returned to the imperial city, he will definitely send someone to look for him. When the truth is revealed, he will not end well... Or Say, is there any reason why he must do it?"

"If I could figure out his thoughts, it wouldn't be like this now." Qi Qianyuan stepped into the camp, took out the candle lamp, and the flame flickered, reflecting on his face, leaving a shadow, " I'm afraid something happened in the imperial city that I don't know about."

After finishing speaking, he put the candle lamp close to the curtain, and the hot flame swept up instantly, and it was burnt to black, and the pungent smell immediately permeated the entire tent. After that, he dug out the scrolls according to what Meng Qiuze said. , which in turn ignite.

Qi Qianyuan put down the candle lamp, picked up the pen, dipped in the ink hastily, and left a string of scribbled handwriting on the paper. Although he didn't know what he wrote, it was not difficult to guess that the letter was written to King Liuguang. Yes, separated by a short distance, but it seems like the end of the world.

Meng Qiuze knew in his heart that a fierce battle was inevitable, so he didn't say any more, the steaming heat was approaching very close, he turned around and took Qi Qianyuan's sword and dagger, watching the gradually disappearing scene in front of him, suddenly felt The heavy rain outside the tent is like a residual dream.

He originally thought that he would follow the Fifth Highness to fight his back, but he never expected that Qi Qianyuan had never thought about it this way. It was also from this time that Meng Qiuze vaguely realized that fighting in all directions and reaping human lives is something he has long been accustomed to. .

The flames in the tent burned more and more intensely, burning his breath, forcing a muffled coughing sound from his throat.

So Qi Qianyuan no longer cared about the scrolls that were burnt to ashes and which he had worked hard to prepare for several years before they were written.

He turned and left the tent, followed closely by Meng Qiuze holding his sword and dagger.The bean-sized raindrops hit their bodies like hailstones, making a crisp sound. They didn't bring umbrellas, and they didn't need to. This torrential rain was enough to destroy everything.

Fortunately, separated by this layer of rain, the voices and sights of both sides were blurred and difficult to detect.Qi Qianyuan whistled, called the pigeon, and stuffed the note into the bamboo tube on its leg. Seeing the pigeon flapping its wings and flying away, he didn't have much hope in his heart. If the enemy found out, he would die , if it is not discovered, it will also be poured to the ground by the rain.

Whether it is the former or the latter, it is what he expected.

Qi Qianyuan stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at Meng Qiuze, took the sword and dagger from his hand, thought for a moment, then stuffed the exquisitely styled dagger into Meng Qiuze's arms. Ask: "Will it work?"

The poor soot gun he used and the dagger are long and short, they are no different from two extremes, but if you really want to use it, it doesn't matter.

Meng Qiuze looked at Qi Qianyuan steadfastly, nodded first, then paused, and added: "I can barely use it."

Qi Qianyuan drew his sword out of its sheath, threw the scabbard on the ground casually, fell into the stagnant water, splashed sporadic water, and was crushed by the falling raindrops in a blink of an eye. The long sword reflected the rain, with a cold look. Light, he heard the words, said: "Self-defense is enough."

Only then did Meng Qiuze get a glimpse of Qi Qianyuan's mind, and finally understood that he didn't want to force himself, a seemingly powerless person, to fight the enemy.He was surprised for a moment, and then looked at Qi Qianyuan for a while. Qi Qianyuan had no intention of explaining, so he moistened his dry throat and said, "Your Highness wants me to hide in the dark and watch you fight?"

He woke up from the chaos, and now, he has lived for thousands of years, and he has never been asked to retreat.

Not far away, soldiers were quietly forming formations. Qi Qianyuan glanced first, then lowered his eyes, looked at the man who was half a head shorter than himself and could breathe four times after walking three steps, and said, "No, I want to You leave and go to the Liuguang King."

After finishing speaking, he thought of the carrier pigeon he had just released, and felt that he shouldn't have too much hope for Meng Qiuze.

At least one of them can pass the news to Liuguang Mansion, Qi Qianyuan thought, after all, this is not something he should consider for the time being, what he should consider is how to revive morale, with the few ninety guards, there are ten more guards. An entourage who had never held a weapon to resist the second prince's approaching hundreds of people.He knew in his heart that this was not a solution for both ends, it was just delaying time.

"After all, you have never practiced martial arts, so you can't do much even if you stay." Seeing that he didn't speak, Qi Qianyuan sighed softly and imperceptibly, and said, "Meng Qiuze, which is more important, you take it lightly." , don't be my burden at this time."

Meng Qiuze didn't answer. He raised his head and looked at the vast night sky. His gaze pierced through layers of rain curtains and directly pierced the clouds.

This rain will last for at least several hours before it will stop, so the way of fighting against the wall will not work. Before the morale rises, the water of the Yang River has flooded the embankment. He secretly thought, what is the way to win? This battle?

Knowing that he is close to death, the road ahead is bleak, and mortals are fragile, why is Qi Qianyuan so calm and calm, never afraid?

He didn't understand, and Qi Qianyuan didn't intend to let him understand. Time was running out, and Qi Qianyuan no longer planned to talk to him. He pressed his hand on his shoulder, which was heavy, and his thin lips moved slightly, whispering, let's go, then Without hesitation, he turned and left.

"Qi Qianyuan," behind him, a voice penetrated the rain curtain and fell in his ears. It was somewhat familiar, but he seemed to have never heard it before. Can you pass the news to Liuguang Mansion?"

"Then wait until I'm passing through Huangquan Road, and then I'll criticize your dereliction of duty carefully."

Qi Qianyuan responded in this way, without turning his head to look at Meng Qiuze, he turned his wrist, held a sword flower, and took a step forward.

His figure gradually disappeared into the rain curtain, blending into thousands of shadowy shadows, crushed by the falling rain, and disappeared.