Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Si Yutong raised her head, staring blankly at Bai Yunfeng's body across her field of vision.

Behind her, Captain Zuo had already closed his eyes. The young master of the Bai family, who was once glorious, was pierced by thousands of arrows and fell off the high platform. His death was so miserable that he couldn't bear to watch him suddenly.

But Si Yutong kept his eyes open and never looked away.

She stared at his broken body, like staring at the withering flowers and the end of a grand song.She also stared at Aunt Lan and Xiao Su in the same way, they hugged each other tightly, and their thin bodies were pierced by Nan Yanqi's long knife.

She has to watch, see the last moment, and engrave the short and brilliant glory of every life in her eyes. In the chaotic world, human life is as cheap as grass. If she doesn't remember, who else in the world will mourn for the dead.

Bai Yunfeng's last wish did not come true, and his body was finally resting in the arms of his beloved.

Unfortunately, his eyes have been permanently dimmed, and he can no longer witness this moment with his own eyes.

Si Yutong called Bai Yunfeng's name over and over again, hot tears welled up in her eyes, dripping down on the pale face of her beloved.

When the rain drops into the water, there are still ripples, but her tears only exchanged for a futile silence.

But the tears still gushed out like a spring, completely out of her control.

She had seen many deaths, but none had caused her to mourn so much, so unbearably.

The love is hidden deep in my heart, and it cannot be concealed after all.

Just now, when she saw the funeral flower Ling, she knew the truth.It was a hidden weapon of the Demon Sect. Before gifting the Frost Snow Sword to himself, Bai Yunfeng had something to do with the Demon Sect.He had already learned his true identity from Zhuo Yinglian, and he also knew that she could not pretend to be the emperor's brother for a long time. He had long noticed her hesitation and difficulties.

Therefore, he had no choice but to obey the Demon Sect's order, bury the funeral feather in the depths of the Frost Snow Sword, and also planted the seeds of deception between the two of them.He deliberately greeted her with open arms, leaving traces in his words, bringing back memories of her past, and even pretending to sacrifice to save her, all in order to make her let go of her grudges, give up the idea of ​​fighting against King Chang, and submit to him together. .

Even in Jiangyu City, Qu Ying framed Lu Zhengqiu's master and apprentice, probably following his instructions.Then Qu Ying took the blame for him, swallowed dumb medicine for him, and kept the secret completely for him.

Xiuchuan didn't know what he was doing, and Lord Baihou was kept in the dark.

Si Yutong should have a grudge against him.

But her hatred is like a green duckweed floating on the water, it has nowhere to take root and cannot grow for a long time.

Is Bai Yunfeng wrong? He is just a heir of Lord Hou who has been degraded. He knows how difficult it is to be a cart with a mantis arm. In order to protect the people around him and her, he chose to submit to the Demon Cult.The real fault was her own, the fault of weakness and shrinking, the fault of indecision.

If you can't even cut off your weak thoughts, how can you expect others to rise up for her.

It was she who pushed Bai Yunfeng into a desperate situation.

Si Yutong knelt on the ground, tightened her arms, and hugged the increasingly stiff body in her arms closer, buried her head low, and whispered against the cold ear: "I forgive you, no matter what you have done I forgive you... Yunfeng, wake up, we are not married yet, don't you really want to wait for me..."

The only answer to her was silence.

Bai Yunfeng once again died in front of her in order to protect her, this time he finally ushered in a real death, without deceit, without conspiracy, naturally there will be no turning point.

The Shuangxue sword pierced the clouds and broke through the dawn, cutting off the heavy chains, and also cutting off the last retreat behind her.

"Yunfeng, I'm sorry."

She gently let go of the man in her arms, and let him fall back on the cold ground.

Then, she wiped away the tears on her cheeks, stood up again, and stood alone in the raging wind.

A soldier rushed over in a panic: "Princess, Mr. Zuo, the bad news just came that Emperor Jian has passed away—"

Captain Zuo was horrified, and his tone suddenly sank: "When did it happen?"

The soldier ran out of breath, and said intermittently: "Just now when the ground shook, all the ministers withdrew from the Zhaoyang Hall. Emperor Jian walked last, his face was pale, and he suddenly got up from the sedan chair, saying that it was Yu Yu. The people of the country offended the gods, and then... just fell down like that...the imperial physician...the imperial physician said..."

Captain Zuo interrupted him: "I know, there is no need to say any more."

The soldier knelt on the ground, but his face was upturned, and the panic in his expression was undoubtedly evident.His eyes lingered on Captain Zuo, and he couldn't help asking: "My lord, we... what should we do..."

A determined voice sounded: "Don't be afraid, I'm still here."

The soldier was startled, turned around and noticed Si Yutong not far away.

At her feet lay a corpse in a state of embarrassment. From his clothes, he could tell that it was the young master of the Bai family and her future husband.The young master had indeed passed away, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, but for some reason, at this moment, her expression was extremely calm and composed.

She stood alone, with thousands of troops behind her.Even if the dust is flying, the black clouds are rolling, the towers are collapsing, and the earth is trembling, they can't shake her slender figure.

Somehow, the soldier felt a little awe and a little peace of mind in his heart.

He kowtowed heavily, and said loudly, "I beg the princess to give you an order."

Si Yutong nodded at him.

The elite soldiers casted by Xiyang had already reached the city gate, but they were blocked. The mechanism to open the gate was damaged by the cantilever hammered by pig iron, so it was difficult to open for a while.They could only raise their weapons and beat on the door continuously.

The defenders on the city wall were surprised to find that the so-called reinforcements were not only teams they had never met before, but they were all tall and burly, not like the Central Plains people at all, but like the barbarians in the northern Xinjiang.

The defenders woke up like a dream, chattering: "Why did the northern Xinjiang barbarians appear here?"

"Didn't you understand what the princess said? It's not a barbarian, it's just a monster pretending to be a human."

"But the posture is not inferior to the truth..."

Seeing that the army's morale was broken, Captain Zuo was about to speak to comfort him, but Si Yutong said first, "Don't be afraid, the city gate will not be lost for the time being with the ink chariot blocking it. As long as you all work together, Anyi City will have hope."

"However, we don't have enough manpower to deal with the barbarians..."

Before he could finish speaking, Si Yutong raised his voice: "Yu's elite soldiers used to defeat the real barbarians with fewer, but now they are still afraid of counterfeit ones?!"

Her words woke up everyone, who said in unison: "No!"

Captain Zuo turned his gaze to the back, and at some point, the offensive in the outer city also stopped.The rebels surrounded a scholar in the middle, and the man calmly twirled his fan and pointed to the opposite side of the city wall: "You all see clearly, I didn't lie to you, did you, Master Bai sacrificed himself just now to save our lives! "

Someone asked: "Where did the barbarians come from?"

The scholar tapped the handle of his fan: "Don't you understand, it's the Devil's Cult, it's the Devil's Cult that's making waves!"

Captain Zuo knew this person, he was Liang Xiao, the owner of the Changfeng Pavilion, he acted his own way, treated others lazily and rudely, he did not expect to have such courage.

Si Yutong's eyes also fell on him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a look of relief floated on her face.

She breathed a sigh of relief calmly.Then along the road that Bai Yunfeng walked, climbed to the highest point of the military tower, held the battle flag planted on the gate tower, and waved it in the wind, causing the rebels under the city to stop and raise their heads.

"—The two armies listened to my order, stopped the fighting immediately, and garrisoned the city wall together."

"—The devil's religion has caused chaos, and the country is at stake. Only by uniting can we protect the people of Li in Anyi."

Emperor Jian passed away, and King Chang was nowhere to be found. Only the former Princess Ping An remained in the army, in front of the precarious ancient capital, advancing and retreating with all the people.

Although her voice is thin, her tone is sonorous and powerful, making people have to believe her words.

The so-called rebels in the city were also people of insight in the rivers and lakes. At this moment, they woke up like a dream, and finally recalled the chivalrous ways of the past.

The defenders opened the gates of the towers and towers, and welcomed the rebels to the city wall. The two sides fought shoulder to shoulder, and surrounded the barbarians recruited by the Demon Cult.

The barbarians were still beating on the door, and the ground was still shaking, but the deep sounds were not so frightening.

Conspiracies and tricks must not shake this country.

Demons and ghosts must not overthrow the mountains and rivers of thousands of miles.

The cornerstone of this mountain and river has never been a lofty pavilion, let alone the Great Wall, but people.Some people rose up, some shed blood, some people crossed life and death, set up a fire with their bodies as a banner, and in this way, the family and country would have vitality and hope.

Si Yutong watched the raging flames of war.

Below the Zhaoyang Hall, in the dim shadows, the ground seemed to have a void cracked, and it gradually grew under the pavilions that were on the verge of collapse, as if an invisible hand had dug away the solid soil.

The distance is too far, she really can't see clearly, she can only pray silently in her heart.

- Dongqing, Xiuchuan, you must be safe.