Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Bai Yunfeng was dressed in a military uniform, the mail armor outlined the shape of his shoulders and back, he was tall and heroic, his forehead was wider than ordinary people, and his eyebrows were thicker, even though the severe wind was raging, it could not disturb his neat hair bun.

Looking at him, Si Yutong couldn't help thinking of the reunion outside Jiangyu City.At that time, the sky was sunny and the wind was warm, and he rode his horse towards him, with beads of sweat from training on his forehead, shining like the sun.

From that startling moment, she was intoxicated by it, and Chaoyang cast a long shadow behind Bai Yunfeng, stretching from the past to the future, as if all the lost beauty was still left on this person.

However, at this moment, the sky was dim, and even the shadow behind him disappeared.He stood on the precarious city tower, his lips were pale, his face was full of astonishment, the corners of his eyes seemed to twitch unconsciously, and there was a trace of fear hidden in his eyes.

"A Tong, why are you here?"

Si Yutong only felt that a sharp knife was slashing her throat, but she still said, "I should have been drugged by you and left to sleep in the East Palace, right?"

Bai Yunfeng was speechless: "I...I just want to protect you..."

"Is that so?" Si Yutong said, taking out a utensil from the embroidered pouch close to her body, removing the handkerchief wrapped outside, and throwing it to the other party, "Take a look at what this is?"

It was a well-made token, carved from sandalwood, with exquisite and neat engravings on the surface, but the gully was filled with blood, as if it had been soaked in blood.

The blood color has turned cold and black, but it has not yet completely solidified, and there are bursts of fishy smell.

Bai Yunfeng's hands couldn't help trembling: "This... is this the official card of Imperial Physician Yu?"

"Yes, he was killed by Xia Qiyuan just a few hours ago."

The blood on Bai Yunfeng's face suddenly faded: "Could it be that Xia Qiyuan is still alive?"

Si Yutong nodded and said, "If I hadn't stood in front of you, I would have fallen into his palm at this moment."

Bai Yunfeng showed a look of astonishment, he even forgot to find out how Si Yutong escaped from Shengtian, he just stared at her with wide eyes...

The ground beneath their feet suddenly began to tremble.

From behind the towering city wall of the inner city, a mass of black troops poured out in an instant. Bai Yunfeng cast his gaze away, with confusion in his eyes: "Is that a reinforcement army? But it is a team I have never seen before, and it is King Chang's private team." soldiers? But why are they stationed in the inner city..."

Si Yutong said: "You must not be able to imagine that they are private soldiers, but they are not ordinary people. Have you ever heard of 'Soldiers made from the soil'?"

Bai Yunfeng was stunned, it was the magic weapon in ancient legends, its body was made of breath soil, it was lifeless, but it could move and fight like a real flesh and blood body, Zhuzhao Yuanshen once used it to resist the attack of Youying's army counterattack.

Si Yutong sighed: "Those people are not even living things, they are Xia Qiyuan's puppets. If they are really let out of the outer city, the rebels will want them, and the defenders will want them too. How can they resist? At that time, Anyi City will have another What will it be like?"

Bai Yunfeng couldn't help clenching his fists. He saw the black shadow continuously moving forward, leaving dense footsteps behind, like a thousand troops marching in unison, thousands of horses running rampant, shaking the imperial city that has lasted for thousands of years.

Even the Zhaoyang Hall was trembling, even the figure of Emperor Jian disappeared from upstairs, and the group of ministers disappeared, leaving only the empty pavilion, the tiles on the edge peeled off with the vibration, and fell like a torrential rain Fall to the ground.

Si Yutong said: "Yunfeng, have you seen it? If the hundred-foot-high pavilion collapses, you won't be able to protect it even if you hold a few bricks and tiles in your arms."

Bai Yunfeng's face was ashen.

Si Yutong cast another deep glance at him, with tears in her eyes, like an ordinary woman saying goodbye to the love of her life.

All the warm memories of her past are lodged in this person, but after all, she cannot expect the love of her children. The blessed and carefree girl in the past died nine years ago, and the one who survived under the blessing of the gods is another The soul, in order to serve the ancestors and fulfill the mission of the world, is reborn in the rhythm of death.

Her life no longer belonged to her.

She turned around and walked to the top of the tower without hesitation.

But an arm stretched out from behind her, firmly clamping her wrist, making it difficult for her to move forward.

She shook off that annoying palm and said sharply, "Don't stop me again! I won't be deceived by you again!"

She turned her head and saw Bai Yunfeng's expression froze on his face, as if deeply hurt by her words, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but no sound came out of his mouth.

But his hand still held her tightly.

Si Yutong pulled out her sword angrily, but the distance between the two was too close, she could only fight with Bai Yunfeng, but she fell into a disadvantage, her forearm was clamped by the opponent, and she threw it aside with brute force, her elbow joint There was a sharp pain.

She said anxiously: "Bai Yunfeng, how long are you going to pester me! I hate such a cowardly person like you—!"

Bai Yunfeng was shaken all over, but the strength in his hands did not loosen. He seemed to have poured all his strength into this competition, and even his voice was trembling: "Tong, I must offend you this time... Please don't forgive me even though you hate me..."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which caused Si Yutong a moment of astonishment.It was at this moment of slack that her five fingers were pulled away by the opponent, and the Frost Snow Sword slipped into the opponent's palm.

Bai Yunfeng pushed her away forcefully.

Captain Zuo was still guarding not far away, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Si Yutong's shoulders, he raised his head, and heard Bai Yunfeng's order: "Protect the princess, and all the soldiers of Baifu will be dispatched by the princess from now on! "

Si Yutong couldn't help being stunned, she finally understood his intention, but it was too late.

Bai Yunfeng turned around and boarded the military tower.

Shi Jie retreated under his feet, walking like flying, fighting side by side with him, seeing his impulsive and courageous figure for the first time.

In a blink of an eye, he was already at a high place, only a few steps away from the stone stakes where the iron chains were tied. However, the rebels below the city also found him, and sharp feather arrows flew towards him, and the arrow clusters hit the thick bricks. There was a blunt clanging sound on the stone.

The defenders all turned their bows and tried their best to disperse the crowd below to cover him.

The rain of arrows from all directions wove a huge net around him, and his figure fell in it, just a small spot.

Phosphorous fire, burning around him, he stepped forward in the scorching fire, his shoes and boots were burnt out holes, his bare skin showed crimson burn marks, his eyes were clouded by dust, and he gradually couldn't see the road ahead .

Only one step away from the top of the tower.

He lifted the lock pin on the hilt of the sword, and released the hidden weapon hidden in it.Clusters of dark black arrows flew high into the sky, blooming like flower buds, shaking off silver silk rain.

It was actually a cluster of burial feathers.

At this time, he didn't know that Zhuo Yinglian was no longer alive, this was the last swan song left by Zhuo's craftsmen in the world.

Not to save lives and escape danger, but to burn jade and stone together.

The crowd below the city screamed and scattered, avoiding the poisonous needles that fell from the sky. Taking a moment's chance, Bai Yunfeng rushed to the top of the tower, raised his arms high, held the thin sword in his hand, and chopped it down heavily.

Steel blades cut iron like mud, and cut off rusty chains.

The heavy and huge iron objects twisted their bodies, and the joints of the mechanisms rubbed against each other, making a low-pitched sound like a horn.

Bai Yunfeng let out a long sigh of relief, the sword slipped from his hand and rolled down the steps.

"May the sky be free from frost and snow...Tonghua...Wanli...Fang..."

His voice is as thin as a gossamer, because his back has been riddled with burial feathers.There were more arrow clusters piercing his body from all directions.

The old wound that had just healed was torn again, this time the wound was fatal, and the gushing blood could no longer withstand the disguise.

The long fork in this life has finally come to an end.

In his gradually blurred vision, the scene of his childhood appeared, 12-year-old Si Yutong was standing at the end of the road, wearing a Chinese dress, with a blush on his face. clarity.He walked through the rain of flower petals all over the sky, couldn't wait to run up to her, and gently held her hand.

If there is an afterlife, can he be a real good companion for once, to accompany the Sri Lankan people, shake the snow with a sword, and sacrifice his life to protect each other...

He fell on his back and rolled down the steep steps. The arrow cluster on his back was broken, and a long and deep wound was scratched on his flesh and blood. The blood flowed profusely, and a dripping red line was drawn on the steps. , sticking to the damp and cold ground.

Like tung flowers blooming along the road...

A smile floated on the corner of his mouth, and his pale cheeks froze in this faint smile.

This is his only sincere smile, reserved only for those he loves the most.