Peerless luthier

Zhong Li's armor was shining brightly in the firelight, and his smile pierced Dong Chenghe's heart: "What?!"

Before he could react, the sounds of brutal fighting and shouting sounded from behind him. Dong Chenghe looked around, and they seemed to be surrounded.

Dong Chenghe raised his head and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! The old man was actually teased by you! What a frightening young man," he smiled coldly as he rode on the horse: "However, with these little tricks, you want to beat the old man? Hehe—— —”

Zhong Li couldn't be bothered to listen to his nonsense, so he drew his knife and slashed.

Dong Chenghe narrowly escaped, and was furious: "If you don't understand the rules, you will suffer sooner or later!" Dong Chenghe's face flushed red, but he didn't get entangled with Zhong Li, and he lost his horse and left.

When Zhong Li saw him, he was not in a hurry, turned around and rushed into the enemy's siege, and cut down several lieutenants around Dong Chenghe with great ease, and shouted: "Wei Jiu! Wei Sixteen! Follow me to chase the enemy!"

Wei Jiu and Wei Shiliu rode their horses to keep up, invincible along the way.

Behind them, Dong Chenghe's army was a little confused when they saw their leader leaving, but Wei Yi and Wei Er had already guarded the entrance and exit, shouting loudly: "No one will stay!"

The soldiers of the Northern Jin Dynasty shouted together: "Leave none! Kill!"

The shouts echoed between the sky and the earth, painting a touch of blood on the night.

The enemy's morale was suddenly broken. Someone cut off the horse's leg, and the horse began to scream. Blood accumulated on the hilt of the knife, which was slippery and impossible to hold. Only then did I realize that there were corpses all over the field, and all the enemies had been killed.

However, the bloody side in the eyes of ordinary people is the most powerful encouragement in the eyes of these red-eyed soldiers.

Wei Yi panted heavily, and said: "All officers and men obey orders! Follow us into the enemy's lair! Cut the weeds and roots!"

The soldiers raised their blood-stained swords and shields: "Cut the grass and roots!"

The army lined up in an instant and marched towards Dong Chenghe's last station.

Along the way, they were divided into two groups, the large group directly joined Zhong Li and the others, and the other group would pull out the banners of the Northern Jin Dynasty one by one whenever they passed by the stronghold.

At this time, it was almost dawn, Zhong Li, Wei Jiu and the others chased up the hillside all the way, while Dong Chenghe and his personal guards ran wildly.

Although Zhong Li and the others looked at the advantage, they were already exhausted. Dong Chenghe was treacherous and cunning, and there were all well-arranged traps along the way. Although he was prepared in his heart, it was really difficult to deal with it.

Zhong Li's right arm was hit by a stray arrow, which pierced through the thick armor, and the sharp arrow pierced into the flesh. At this moment, it was in pain, Zhong Li gritted his teeth and rode his horse, still closely following Dong Chenghe and his party.

Dong Chenghe turned his head and said in a low voice: "They can't take it anymore, they are going back to their horses!"

Dong Chenghe and the others suddenly turned their horses and rushed towards them. Zhong Li and the others immediately swung their knives and slashed with all their might. With a few screams, several lieutenants fell down and were trampled to death by the horseshoes.

Zhong Li, who was chasing Dong Chenghe's back, felt a little strange. He saw Dong Chenghe abandoning his horse, leaping up the side of the hill with a loud sound, and climbing up in a panic, looking desperate.

Wei Shiliu drew his bow and arrow and took aim.

Zhong Li was thinking, when he suddenly heard a rumbling sound, and at the same time, the earth seemed to be shaking!

Wei Jiu turned his head and glanced at him, his face was pale: "Prince! Quicksand!"

Looking back, Zhong Li was also shocked, and saw quicksand mixed with rolling stones and mud rolling down the hillside!

Wei ** shouted: "Run up! This subordinate has met me in the north!"

Zhong Li looked sideways at Wei Shiliu, Wei Shiliu's eyes were shining brightly: "This subordinate will save the prince even if he dies!"

Zhong Li nodded, gritted his teeth and rushed upwards, followed by archers ambushing in the woods on both sides of the hillside. , but was still captured by Wei Jiu.

Zhong Li galloped desperately on his horse, and said in a low voice, "We can't die here! We have to run up, don't be afraid!"

The horse seemed to understand, striding forward with great effort, struggling to move forward amidst the resistance.

At this moment, Zhong Li didn't know how many cold and ruthless arrows Wei Jiu and Wei Sixteen behind him had blocked for him.

I don't know how long it took, until the horse was exhausted, and the horse stopped moving forward. At this time, he was already standing on the highest point.Zhong Li dismounted, and the blood-red horse fell down with a "boom", foaming at the mouth, looking straight at Zhong Li with a pair of bright eyes.

Zhong Li stretched out his injured hand, stroked it lightly, and said in a low voice, "Good horse, go to sleep."

Ma took one last look at Zhong Li, lay on the muddy floor and twitched a few times before dying.

Zhong Li watched for a moment, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

Looking up, his face was covered with mud marks, his body was covered with mud, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of "rumbling" horseshoes approaching from a distance.

He was dressed roughly, and picked up the heavy sword. He was sore all over. Looking back, Dong Chenghe was leading a group of well-armed soldiers with a triumphant smile.

"Hahahahaha—why didn't you run away? Where are your men?" Dong Chenghe stroked his beard and narrowed his shrewd eyes: "What else do you have to say?"

Zhong Li sneered: "Do you think you will win this king? Dreaming!" As soon as the words fell, Zhong Li suddenly used his strength to jump towards Dong Chenghe. In an instant, Dong Chenghe's eyes widened, and Zhong Li stared at him closely , raise the knife, cut it down!

"ah!!!!----"

A shrill cry shook the valley.

"Boom—"

Dong Chenghe's head fell to the ground, and the scarlet blood sprayed on Zhong Li's face.

Zhong Li's face was ferocious, his eyes were blood red, he stared at the flinching enemy in front of him, and shouted: "This king will kill all of you!"

The rest of the people were frightened by his appearance, and looked at each other, thinking that there were so many of them, no matter how powerful the general in front of them was, they were fighting alone!

They shouted: "Avenge Dong Chenggong! Kill him!"

"kill him!"

They rushed forward, and Zhong Li fought bloody, feeling that the blood in his body was boiling, as if it was going to burn him.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the soft light slowly moved from the bloody strongholds to the army that was going up the mountain quickly, and finally stopped at the top of the mountain. A man was in a mess, covered in mud marks, but he Still standing in the dark crowd, fighting non-stop.

Humans always have limits. Enemies that cannot be killed are constantly attacking his body from various places. Slowly, no one is close to him, and his flaws are exposed.

Zhong Li's physical strength was exhausted and he was already exhausted.

Those people saw it, and shouted heartily: "Brothers! He can't hold on anymore!"

A wave of offensive came again, Zhong Li instinctively wanted to get out of the way, but his body was already a little sluggish.

The sharp spear pierced through the armor and pierced the waist.

Zhong Li suffered from pain, broke out in a cold sweat, gritted his teeth and swung his knife to chop the few people in front of him neatly.

Dodge, swing the knife, dodge...

The hand gradually lost its strength, and the morale of the enemy rose. Zhong Li kept echoing a sentence in his mind.

"You can't die... You have to go back... After killing Dong Chenghe this time... you can go back..."

In the blur, his vision was blood red.

Behind him, a sharp knife sliced ​​through his back, his armor cracked, and blood gushed from the wound.

"Hmm..." Zhong Li was in pain and turned his head to kill, but he was kicked so hard that Zhong Li staggered a few times, and immediately reached the edge of the mountain.

The crowd approached, and the sun peeked out from the dark clouds, reflecting a cruel light.

The sword had no eyes, Zhong Li tried his best to avoid it, but he was firmly locked on the edge of the mountain top, if he was not careful, he would roll down and be smashed to pieces!

"kill!!!!"

Eyelids are getting heavy.

The wound hurts.

"He can't do it anymore! There's a reward for every stab!"

Want to kill me, hehe——

Zhong Li smiled coldly, and the knife in his hand flew out, killing the last lieutenant general.

Another stab came and penetrated the abdomen.

Zhong Li lowered his head, the blood from his abdomen continuously gushing out.

Could it be that I am going to die here?

Zhong Li's eyes were wide open, he slowly raised his head, his body uncontrollably leaned back, and fell down——

The sun in the sky is warm and seems to bring infinite light.

"Prince!!!!"

There was a piercing sound.

Zhong Li fell from the top of the mountain, and with his last glance, he saw the majestic pennant of the Northern Jin Dynasty and thousands of troops rushing up the hillside.

Xiaoyi———

I can't die———

"Snapped--"

Yin Zizhong, who was wiping the blade, looked at Zhong Yi in surprise.

Zhong Yi stared blankly at her fingers, bright red blood was already flowing from the fingertips.

Fu Sanyi yelled: "Damn it! So you can break the strings too!"

Zhong Yi was startled: "It's not right..."

Yin Zizhong handed over a clean handkerchief helplessly: "There is something wrong with you."

Zhong Yi didn't answer, still staring at her fingertips blankly.

After a while, he murmured, "I think something may have happened to my brother."

Fu Sanyi stopped biting the apple, and he and Yin Zizhong looked at each other complicatedly.

Yin Zizhong smiled slightly, showing a rare gentle smile, and said, "There is a connection in your heart? Why do you think so?"

Fu Sanyi took a bite of the apple: "Don't think about it, your brother might come back to see you in a few days, with a sack of money."

Zhong Yi forced a smile: "That's not bad." He lowered his head and covered the wound with a handkerchief.

Andu, Zhongfu.

Recently, the messengers in the Zhong Mansion are very busy, and the letters from Han Wang's Mansion account for two-thirds. Zhong Han specially told him to deliver the letters to his study in person, so Old Housekeeper Liu always avoids the eyes of the people in the mansion. Send letters from time to time.

Helpless, the red ink pad of the Han Palace is too obvious. The ink pad used by the princes has gold powder in it, which is very eye-catching among the pile of letters.

In the past few days, Zhong Han has always looked at the repeated words on it with a headache: no news.

What follows is a long story of love.

Zhong Han just felt dizzy and swollen, unable to think.

He lay prone on the table, worrying about the whereabouts of his eldest son.

Today, the letter from Prince Han's Mansion arrived on time again.

Old Butler Liu had a serious face, but secretly hid the letter in his sleeve.

He stepped up and walked to Zhong Han's study.

But suddenly someone blocked the way.

Yan Hui was wearing a water-blue gauze dress, she was a beauty with a dignified posture, but her face was haggard.

She smiled slightly: "Old Steward Liu, where are you going?"