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It was night, and the dark clouds covered the bright moon in the sky.

The resplendent and solemn imperial palace also fell into a peaceful sleep.

Even the noisy insects at night seem to be attacked by the cold, silently hiding in their dark nests.

It is a quiet and scary night, but it is very suitable for people to fall into nightmares.

Yan Banting, who tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep until the early morning, just closed his eyes, and was dragged into a dream.

The eve of Yan Palace being breached.

The defenders of the city had been defeated, Emperor Yan ordered the forbidden army to retreat to the Yan Palace, vowing to hold on until Murong Jin led the reinforcements back to the court,

Under the leadership of Jiang Xunyan, Jiang Guo's soldiers stormed the Yan Palace time and time again, day and night taking turns to attack. Even the elite imperial army, one in a thousand, could only endure exhaustion, pain and pain.

All civil and military officials in the capital, except some cowards who were afraid of death and voted for Jiang Xunyan, the rest led their families and hid in the palace.

They said that even if they died, they would accompany Emperor Yan to defend the country of Yan.

In the imperial study room, Emperor Yan finally lay down and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

It's just that it was less than a cup of tea, and the shouts of killing outside the palace sounded again.

Yan Huang tremblingly got up from Xiu Tian's bed, but within two months, this real dragon emperor seemed to have aged ten years, with white hair, and those once majestic and fierce eyes were full of sadness and misery.

"Cough cough."

"Your Majesty, you are awake."

The old eunuch standing by quickly and respectfully supported Emperor Yan who was about to get up.

Yanhuang coughed violently, and hurriedly took out a white brocade handkerchief from his cuff to cover his mouth and nose.

After a while, he took his hand away, and the pure white brocade handkerchief was stained with a few drops of thick and bright red blood.

The old eunuch's face suddenly changed.

"Your Majesty...you are coughing up blood again, this old servant will go and invite the imperial physician here."

Yan Huang grabbed the hand of the old eunuch, panting weakly.

"No, no one is allowed to invite. I'm fine.... My generals and people are still swearing to fight the enemy to the death. If the imperial physician is called at this moment, the morale of the army will definitely be disturbed."

The old eunuch looked at Emperor Yan and choked up.

"But Your Majesty, your bones..."

Emperor Yan waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and asked again.

"This is the first time today."

The old eunuch looked at Emperor Yan worriedly, and quickly replied.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this is the fourth time today."

Yan Huang backed away from the old eunuch's hand that was supporting him, and sat on the bed with his back straight, looking out with a little absent-minded eyes, and murmured.

"The fourth time, the fourth time before noon."

From just dawn to the time when the sun had not risen to the center, Jiang Guo's attack horn sounded for the fourth time.

Jiang Guo's soldiers seemed to be desperate, stepping on corpses one after another and climbing up the city wall of the palace. Even if they were stabbed, they would still try their best to jump up, grab the hand of Yan Guo's imperial army, and pull him out. The city walls fell from the high walls to the stone floor together, and they all died together.

On the city wall, under the command of the general headed by Murong Qi, the exhausted Imperial Army desperately killed the Jiang Guo soldiers who climbed up the city wall.

There was a gap in the corner of the city wall, and several groups of Jiang Guo soldiers took the opportunity to climb up before it was blocked.

On the clean and flat city wall, blood continued to spread down, through the small cracks in the stone, and overflowed from between the wall bricks.

Yan Wanting will never forget that scene.

It was like the blood and tears that Yan Gong silently shed at the end.

The eyes that had been dyed red for a long time carried decisive hostility, Yan Wanting swung the sword in his hand fiercely, and the sharp blade cut the throat of the Jiang country soldier in front of him, and the warm blood splashed on her white skin. face.

Yan Wanting has been guarding the city wall for several days. She is wearing armor and fighting side by side with Murong Qi.

It is precisely because Yan Wanting was also guarding the city wall, the imperial guards who had been exhausted for a long time saw Her Royal Highness fighting with them, and they became more excited. Holding their last breath, they attacked the Jiang soldiers who attacked again. retreat.

The trumpet of Jiang Guo's retreat sounded, and the densely packed Jiang Guo soldiers retreated quickly and orderly like a tide.

However, the imperial army of Yan State who repelled the enemy on the city wall was not happy at all.

They knew that Jiang Guo was only retreating temporarily, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour later, Jiang Guo's soldiers would rush forward again desperately.

Yan Banting's white face was almost covered with blood. She stood on the city wall with a tough and stubborn face. She slowly retracted the sword that had a slight gap on the blade, and calmly ordered everyone to stay where they were. Rest and bandage the wounded Custodian.

Li Fengyou has been closely following her, guarding her, the blood on her black armor has dried up and sprinkled with new ones, it is already filthy.

Li Fengyou saw that Yan Wanting's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, and unlike other bloodstains that had dried up, a few drops of scarlet blood were slipping from her fingertips drop by drop.

"Your Highness, you should also go to rest."

Yan Wanting shook her head, she looked at the smoke rising from the camp where Jiang Guo was stationed in the distance, and asked softly.

"General Murong still has a few days before he can return to help."

Murong Qi walked out slowly from her side. The always resolute and brave young general had a frightening gash cut on his face. gush.

Murong Qi replied softly while covering the wound on his face with his hands.

"Someone just found a messenger soldier who climbed up in the chaos wearing the armor of Jiang Guo soldiers. He had a letter written by his father on his body. Father was leading the army back to Beijing. But this road is always non-stop. Some of them were stopped by a small group of extra-fan forces, those people were well equipped, but their numbers were small, once they blocked the marching pace, they quickly left, and this happened repeatedly. Even if my father didn't entangle with them, he was still dragged back."

Yan Wanting took a deep breath, the smell of blood filled her nostrils, her voice trembled slightly.

"I just want to know how many days before General Murong can return to Beijing."

Murong Qi lowered his head with flickering eyes, he sighed softly and smiled bitterly.

"Father has divided his troops into three groups and came from three directions to surround the Jiangguo camp. But even if the delay of those extra soldiers who have been blocking them is ignored, my father said that it will take at least three days at the earliest... "

"Three days..."

Not to mention three days, even tomorrow will not be able to survive, Yan Wanting opened her eyes, her eyes were finally filled with despair and helplessness.

She turned her head to look at the imperial guards who were so tired that they lay on their pillows and held their sharp swords, lying in blood covered with scars and sleeping.

Finally overwhelmed by endless despair.

Not to mention the injured and supportive Imperial Army, even she was too tired to stand still.

A young eunuch quietly walked up the city wall, tripped over a corpse and fell to the ground, got up from the corpse trembling and covered in blood, walked up to Yan Banting and Murong Qi while holding back his tears.

"His Royal Highness, General Murong, Your Majesty has an order to call His Royal Highness and the general to go to the imperial study as soon as possible to discuss important matters."

Yan Wanting and Murong Qi hurried to the imperial study.

As soon as he saw Emperor Yan, Yan Wanting, who was calm and calm in front of the forbidden army just now, couldn't help crying.

Warm tears silently and slowly slid down from the corners of her eyes, but they couldn't wash away the blood on her face.

Emperor Yan stood up weakly, he stood up with strength, looked at Yan Wanting with compassion and kindness, and opened his arms tremblingly towards her.

"Wanting, my child, come here, come into my arms."

Yan Wanting wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, pretending to be relaxed and smiling.

"Father, my son is very dirty. Holding you, my son is afraid that I will stain my father's clothes and make my father dislike me."

Yan Huang's old face finally showed a smile, he coughed, half doting and half helpless.

"Silly boy, why would I despise you, you are my only concern in this world."

Yan Wanting's heart skipped a beat, Yanhuang's words made her feel a little ominous, she walked quickly to Yanhuang's side, and grabbed Yanhuang's hand regardless of the blood on her hand. .

"Father, how could you say that? You still have the people of Yan Kingdom and all the civil and military officials."

Yanhuang smiled lightly, as if he felt that he had said something wrong, so he said relaxedly.

"Yes, yes, I know, as long as we persist for two more days, General Murong will lead his troops back to Beijing to drive away that overconfident Jiang Guo kid."

Yan Wanting nodded sharply.

"That's right, Royal Father, General Murong will be back soon, we will win."

Yan Huang's face covered with gullies was filled with pale grief that could not be concealed, he stretched out his hand to hold Yan Wanting's face reluctantly, caressing her gently, his voice choked up.

"Banting, my good daughter, let me see you again."

This is his child, the little girl who used to babble at his knees and could not get up on the ground, the beautiful and carefree but innocent and lovely little girl who grew up, and the current girl who is forced into A Jedi, but he can still kill the enemy with a sword, and put on a smile to comfort his little general.

Emperor Yan, who was admired by thousands of people in his wise life, finally shed tears. He looked at his favorite daughter and the only flesh and blood he cared about in this world. A line of tears slowly fell from his eyes.

"My child, I am sorry for you."

A strange feeling rose in Yan Wanting's heart, but she felt distressed and stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on Yan Huang's face, and her neck felt a slight pain.

Everything in front of him quickly became blurred and darkened.

Yan Wanting fell powerlessly into Emperor Yan's arms.

"Father... emperor."

Emperor Yan supported Yan Banting who was unconscious in his arms, turned his head and said to Murong Qi who was worried and at a loss.

"Aiqing, the people and horses are ready, you quickly leave with Wanting, leave Yanfei City, go farther and farther, don't come back again."

Murong Qi's eyes widened, he looked at Emperor Yan in disbelief, and he knelt down at Emperor Yan's feet with a plop.

"Your Majesty, how can the last general abandon His Majesty and retreat, father... father will be there soon for reinforcements."

"It's too late, it's too late."

Yan Huang murmured and shook his head, he hugged Yan Wanting tightly in his arms, just like hugging the little girl who once loved to play like a baby in his arms and only wanted to listen to stories before going back to the palace to sleep.

Murong Qi's forehead hit the ground heavily, and the scarlet blood on his face dripped drop by drop on the carpet in the study.

"Your Majesty, the general has received a letter from his father. In two days, as long as the general leads the imperial army to hold out for another two days, he will be able to wait for reinforcements from his father. Your Majesty, how can you give up the country of Yan?"

Emperor Yan carefully placed the Yan Wan Pavilion on the reclining chair at the side, and did not forget to pick up the robes at the side and cover the Yan Wan Pavilion.

Yan Huang staggered and turned around, he looked at Murong Qi who was kneeling on the ground, the expression on his face was just an ordinary old man who was late but reluctant to give up his children.

"Aiqing, I have watched you grow up, and I understand your feelings for Ban Ting. Now that the situation is like this, I know that there is nothing I can do, but I don't want to let my only child, because I I am buried here because she is still so young. I am no longer able to rely on others. Only Aiqing can trust me. Just treat me as an ordinary father. I beg Aiqing to take my child out of this hell. "

Murong Qi knocked heavily on the ground again and again, he called his king in grief.

"His Majesty."

Yanhuang's chest heaved and his eyes turned blue, he held his chest and breathed heavily, and ordered Murong Qi.

"Murong Qi, listen to my instructions. If you take Wanting to the Imperial Garden, someone will take you to the secret passage. That secret passage is an abandoned path leading to the imperial mausoleum. Take Wanting and leave quickly. You are not allowed to stay in the imperial mausoleum." In addition, I have already arranged the food and payment for the carriage, and you take the Wanting all the way to the south, remember not to turn back."

Murong Qi raised his head.

"Your Majesty, since there is a secret passage, then the general will escort His Majesty and His Highness to leave together."

The trumpet of Jiang Guo's attack began to sound again, Emperor Yan coughed a few times, his eyes looked sadly at the half of the sky that was dyed red by the flames of war.

"I can't leave these ministers of mine, I can't abandon those people in the city. I can't leave, you take the wanting and leave immediately, hurry up."