Everyone thinks I'm forced

After returning home, Du Tianlu paid more and more attention to An Jiarui, not only did not hand over trivial matters to others, but he almost never left him.Even An Jiarui has a lot more people around him, all of them are strong and strong people, usually they are mainly responsible for looking at the people around them with suspicious eyes, and want to surround An Jiarui whenever there is any movement .

An Jiarui couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw the little bird startled away on the big tree. He could understand Du Tianlu's worry, but this was a bit too much, right?

The Khans surrounded An Jiarui and found that nothing had happened, and stepped aside as if nothing had happened, pretending that they did not exist.

Luota didn't care, still holding the pot and slowly pouring tea into the cup, reminding An Jiarui: "Sir, the medicine should be ready in a while."

An Jiarui closed the book in his hand with a look of disgust on his face.

Luota smiled slightly, and gently placed the teapot on the table, before opening his mouth, he raised his eyes to look at the courtyard door.

Holding a bowl of medicine, Du Tianlu walked straight towards An Jiarui, so Luota picked up the teapot and poured Du Tianlu a cup of tea.

Du Tianlu sat on the stone bench beside An Jiarui, picked up the medicine bowl, blew on the hot air gently, and glanced at the book in his hand: "Miscellaneous Notes of Wild Zen? Why are you reading this book again? He touched the wall of the bowl with his hand to feel the temperature. It seemed that it was still a little hot, so he blew on it lightly, and continued: "Didn't the great witch say that you should not overthink?"

An Jiarui glanced at the miscellaneous notes in his hand, basking in the sun and said lazily: "I finished reading the previous one, and this one is also good, quite interesting."

Du Tianlu touched the wall of the bowl to make sure the temperature was ok, then raised the bowl and said with a smile: "May I feed you?"

An Jiarui put the book in his hand on the table, reached out to take the bowl in his hand, and said casually: "You still have the heart to let me drink it in one gulp after it's so bitter?"

He looked at the dark medicine bowl with an ominous smell, pinched his nose, and poured it into his mouth in one breath, avoiding the aftertaste of its taste.Just like that, there was still a burst of bitterness from the bottom of my heart.If it wasn't for the fact that Da Wu didn't look like an avenger, he almost suspected that he made the medicine so bad on purpose.Whenever you finish drinking the bowl in hand, you think it is the most bitter in the world, and you will never think that the taste will be even worse next time.

Du Tianlu looked at his strange look of wrinkling his eyebrows and distorting his face, and there was a hint of liking in his heart. Even so, An Jiarui was still shining brightly in his eyes, and his spirit was so high that he couldn't help but smile and said: "You That’s right, I should have fed you this, it’s because I didn’t think carefully.”

He took a small cup with a faint fragrance from the side, gently lifted the lid, revealing the pale white sweet soup inside, dug a spoonful, handed it to An Jiarui's mouth, and said with some expectation: "I asked the cook to specially Can you try the Ciguo dessert to see if it tastes authentic?"

An Jiarui's mouth was full of bitterness, he looked at him sullenly, and opened his mouth to take a bite.Sweet but not greasy, it glides down the throat in an instant, as smooth as water, it is simply delicious in the world!

He cheered up instantly, looked at Du Tianlu with sparkling eyes—the dessert in his hand, and smiled contentedly: "It's delicious."

Du Tianlu was attracted by his eyes, and couldn't help but move the small cup to the side, while An Jiarui silently moved his eyes to his face, as if a little helpless.

Du Tianlu pretended to cough to ease his embarrassment, then dug another spoonful and handed it to his mouth.

With such affectionate spoonful after spoonful, Du Tianlu felt like he had fed the whole Gu.In fact, at the end, the bitterness has long dissipated, and the sweetness of the dessert is too sweet, but in this atmosphere, An Jiaruilan is not ashamed to interrupt his spoonful after spoonful, so he can only comfort himself that it is not very sweet... …

When Du Tianlu turned around and put Xiao Gu on the table, An Jiarui quickly picked up the teacup and poured it down.

Seeing this scene, Luota couldn't help lowering his head even deeper to cover up the smile on his mouth.

Du Tianlu seemed to be aware of it, and after putting away the little Gu, he turned and looked at An Jiarui.

An Jiarui had already put down his teacup, and looked at him calmly.

Their eyes met, seeing the warm light in An Jiarui's eyes, Du Tianlu couldn't help but move his position, getting closer to him, and the hot breath he exhaled filled An Jiarui's ears.He paused for a moment, seeing that An Jiarui had no intention of avoiding it, he bent down and pressed a soft kiss on the corner of his lips, gentle and without desire.

An Jiarui felt his cherishment from this kiss.

A small flower slowly bloomed in his heart, rippling slightly somewhere in the corner.

The night is getting darker.

After An Jiarui rested, Du Tianlu had time to deal with trivial matters.

He sat on a chair in the study, slowly opened the envelope with a blank expression, and pulled out the letter paper.

Luota stood below, and said respectfully: "The assassin's corpses have all been inspected. They did it very carefully and did not leave any redundant information."

Du Tianlu looked at the letter slowly, without saying a word.

Luota continued: "According to the reports received so far, there is no information that the princes have contacted other unknown persons, and the rest of the objects of interest have not changed. It is not yet possible to determine which side sent the assassin."

After reading the letter paper, Du Tianlu slowly folded it and put it back in the envelope, then said in surprise, "You're not even sure who sent it?"

Luota bent down slightly, and said respectfully: "This subordinate is incompetent."

Du Tianlu was a bit interested: "Those who dare to assassinate me unscrupulously in Dadu..." He thought for a while, a little playful: "Where are the people from Ciguo?"

Luota was a little surprised, as if he didn't understand that he flew over and asked: "The subordinates are ignorant, the people of Ciguo should not have the ability to organize so many powerful assassins?"

Du Tianlu shook his head, and said patiently: "At this juncture of the upcoming expedition to Ciguo, there will be no one in Dajin who is so short-sighted and dares to send someone to assassinate me. On the contrary, Ciguo, I am afraid that I would like to die in the assassination Next, or Daikin will be turbulent because of it. Both are what they want.”

Luota showed a look of admiration and said: "Your Highness really has a clever plan."

Du Tianlu showed a slight smile, and taught him: "You are too short-sighted and only focus on Dajin." He stood up, looked at the moon outside the window, and said with emotion: "You should focus on the entire Central Plains. The world is so big, where can I not take it?"

Luota showed a trace of sincere respect, and said respectfully: "I heard it."

The world is so big, is there only Dajin and Ciguo?How can his ambition be satisfied by a small country?All the territories in the world should be merged into Daikin, so as to stop the pace of attack.

Time passed slowly.

An Jiarui's health improved a lot with the naked eye. When the medicine was about to run out, the temple sent someone to deliver the medicine.

And the atmosphere between him and Du Tianlu became much more harmonious. It seemed that An Jiarui no longer rejected him, and would even joke with him occasionally.

So when Du Tianlu received the invitation to the Great Khan's family banquet, it was rare for him not to refuse it outright.

Since he quarreled with Da Khan last time, he hasn't met Da Khan again, and Da Khan hasn't expressed anything. Now that he has received an invitation to a family banquet, it can be regarded as a mild retreat from Da Khan.

After all, it's not a festival, and a family banquet is suddenly held, and the word ulterior motives are almost written on the invitation letter.

However, the commander-in-chief of the expedition to Ciguo has not yet been determined, and the Great Khan seems to want Du Tianlu to go to the expedition, without considering other people's intentions.Even if the princes repeatedly asked for a fight, and the literati made insinuations, they still did not shake his determination.

This month's court tent is very lively, and all chickens, ducks, cats and dogs want to jump out to show their presence.

Du Tianlu is indeed qualified to enter the court tent to discuss matters, and even has his seat at the front of the queue, but Du Tianlu seldom attends.At first it was because he was away all year round and it was inconvenient to attend; later on, the princes also had the qualifications to enter the court tent to discuss matters, so he was lazy to see those three idiots pretending, so he went less often.In the end, when his wings are fully fledged, and his arrogance and arrogance have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, he really will not go.

Although he didn't go, it doesn't mean that there are no people in the court account. It can even be said that all the generals of Yuan Sanjun are qualified to enter the court account to discuss matters.So it really doesn't make any difference whether he's there or not.

As for the Mudilie tribe, they didn't know what Zhujian was doing, they were uncharacteristically quiet and patient, they didn't come out to put pressure on him, and kept restraint.

Even after being repeatedly rejected by the Great Khan, the princes seemed to have changed their temper, and became uncharacteristically quiet.

All of a sudden, the whole city was calm, and there was a sense of a storm coming.

But Du Tianlu didn't care, even if the wind and waves were really turbulent, it would not shake his position, unless Dajin was wiped out within a day, otherwise he really couldn't think of anything else that could make him powerful weak.It's not that he gets carried away, it's the fact that it is.

"Khan wants to hold a family banquet, Jiarui, do you want to go?" Du Tianlu asked casually beside An Jiarui.

Today's weather seemed to be a sign of rain, so it was rare for An Jiarui not to bask in the sun in the yard outside, but to stay in the study and read a book.However, someone has been harassing him from the sidelines, either feeding him a raisin, or sneaking close to kiss him, and always hooking his little finger with his fingers, clingy and childish.

When An Jiarui looked away, he immediately revealed two small dimples, which were filled with mellow wine, and he was so drunk that he couldn't say the words not to do it again.

Hearing this, An Jiarui said casually, "Do you want to go?"

Du Tianlu used his little finger to hook his hand again, and after successfully hooking it, he said nonchalantly, "I'll accompany you if you want to go."

An Jiarui withdrew his finger, turned a page of the book, and asked indifferently, "Will you quarrel?"

Du Tianlu was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Jia Rui doesn't like me arguing?"

An Jiarui answered him honestly: "The quarrel is too noisy."

Du Tianlu quickly said: "I don't like to quarrel either. Last time it was an accident, you see he is so arbitrary..."

An Jiarui said indifferently after hearing the words: "If you don't quarrel, then go. After all, it's a family feast." You can also go to the theater in the VIP position to fill up the boring daily life.

Du Tianlu nodded, and said again: "If they say something unpleasant at that time, don't take it to your heart." He emphasized: "I have always regarded you as my lover. It's nothing..." Afraid Touching the minefield that the two of them didn't want to talk about, he resentfully stopped talking and didn't say any more.

An Jiarui glanced at his indignant expression, and the flowers in the corner shook slightly again.

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The family banquet is arranged at the view point of the Great Khan Palace, which is built on the hillside. Looking from the railing, the lake is sparkling, reflecting various lights under the light of the lanterns, like a river of stars falling into the world.

All kinds of flowers are planted near the pavilion. Just in spring, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, which is too beautiful to behold.Occasionally, a few petals are gently blown by the wind, and they float in the air in curls.

Then go up to the pavilion and look far away. As far as the eye can see, you can have a panoramic view of the vast world, which makes people feel proud and ambitious.

The viewing point is very elegant and elegant. The pavilion has been built long ago, and it has a quaint look; there are no luxurious decorations, and all you can see are simple and natural things, which are set against the scenery and look more wild.

The pavilion is not big, and a round table is placed, and the distance between the positions is extremely close, showing the meaning of intimacy.On the open space facing the center of the pavilion, a stage for performances was sorted out, which was obviously newly built and somewhat out of place.

When Du Tianlu and An Jiarui arrived, the seats were almost full of people, all of them were smiling and greeting each other, seeming to be in a happy and harmonious state.

An Jiarui glanced at the surrounding scenery, a little surprised, did not expect Dajin to have people with similar aesthetics to Ci Guo?Or is this a manifestation of Daikin's unconscious longing for Ciguo culture?Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he turned his gaze to the round table again. There were more people than he thought.

Hearing that it was a family banquet before, An Jiarui speculated that it might be that Da Khan wanted to bring the princes to make peace with Du Tianlu or to recall the past to enhance their relationship.

But the people attending this family banquet, apart from the Great Khan and the princes, the great witch and even the grandfather and uncle of the Mudilie tribe, as well as a few unfamiliar generals.

Looking at their imposing manner and attire, as well as the familiarity of talking with Grandpa, he suspected that this might be the leaders of various tribes of Dajin.

As soon as Du Tianlu appeared in front of the pavilion, the conversation didn't stop. Grandpa first showed a kind smile and said, "Tianlu, you're a bit late, are you delayed by something on the way?"

The uncle was busy pouring the wine, and when he heard the words, he interrupted: "Hurry up and sit down, I'll wait for you. Your posture is much bigger than ours."

The one next to him looked very kind, with no beard and slightly white temples, and said with a smile, "Tianlu should punish himself with two cups."

Another ordinary-looking one can be seen everywhere, but his eyes are very sharp. He put down his glass and said, "How can you punish Tianlu who is not drunk after a thousand cups? How about punishing your Qidi?"

There was a cup of tea in front of the big witch, and a strange boy was behind him. He kept his eyes closed and said nothing until he said this, "An Jiarui is not in good health yet, so he shouldn't drink alcohol."

The atmosphere on the court sank slightly, and the sweat eased and said: "Tianlu, why don't you come and sit down?"

Du Tianlu walked to the specially vacated place on the round table. On the left was the uncle, and on the right was an vacant place for An Jiarui. Beside An Jiarui was the very kind uncle, who seemed to smile when he met everyone. smile.

After they were seated, the servants arranged the dishes one by one, and two people also came up on the opposite performance stage and sang a song, the singing was melodious, quite reminiscent of the country.

However, no one looked at them except An Jiarui.

Du Tianlu chopped up small pieces of meat and piled them on An Jiarui's plate. He caught his gaze and followed his gaze and said, "Jiarui likes this?"

An Jiarui hadn't answered yet, but someone answered, "This ditty song from Ciguo is just a whirlwind, how can it be as heroic as our Dajin's tune?" Tall, full of beards, staring at him with the effect of stopping a child from crying at night, he continued: "Khan, why did you arrange such a performance? It's too boring."

There was a smile on the corner of Dahan's mouth, but he said mercilessly in his words: "That's what you, Muerkui, think. You can't let your tribe prevail in everything, right?"

Mu'erkui lowered his head resentfully, not arguing with Da Khan.

An Jiarui was able to answer Du Tianlu's words: "It's just a little surprised to hear a familiar tune suddenly."

The ordinary uncle with sharp eyes suddenly answered: "That's right, you are from the country of Ci, so you are familiar with the tunes of the country of Ci." He drank up the wine in his glass and said mockingly: "The country of Ci is separated, and the people are displaced. There is..."

Du Tianlu's expression froze, and without waiting for him to continue, he picked up the wine glass and splashed him in the face, and said in a slightly serious tone: "She Yuanji, what are you talking about? I think the Shier tribe has been stable for too long?"

She Yuanji snorted coldly, wiped off the drink on his face, and said in a strange way: "How dare you challenge His Highness. We have to thank His Highness for saving our lives."

"Du Tianlu!" Da Khan scolded from above, "What are you talking about? Why don't you hurry up and apologize to Chief She Yuanji?"

Ah Gong cut the meat with a knife, heard the words, and said calmly: "What is wrong with what Tianlu said? I think the Shier tribe has been stable for too long."

Uncle Gong gnawed on the rabbit's leg, and when he heard Grandpa speak, he hurriedly followed up, "Grandpa is right. Do you, the Tribal Tribe, think you can fight Yuan Sanjun? That's why you have the confidence to speak so boldly at the table?"

Da Khan was humiliated on the spot, but he didn't get angry, put a chopstick of vegetables into She Yuanji's bowl, and said helplessly, "Mudilie's grandpa spoils Tianlu too much, you just eat vegetables, eat vegetables. "

She Yuanji's complexion was extremely bad, and he put down his chopsticks without saying a word.

There was a moment of silence on the table.

The uncle with a smile on his face put down his chopsticks, and said with a sneer, "I don't think Da Khan's family banquet has any good intentions?"

When Da Khan heard the words, he laughed and said, "Where did the leader Nie Cong come from? Tianlu is used to being arrogant, and his words have always been like this. I also have some headaches."

Nie Cong glanced at Du Tianlu, changed the topic and said, "Khan invited us to this family banquet, what do you want to say? Why don't you just say it?" He sarcastically said, "Otherwise, after a while, the table It's time to fight."

Da Khan smiled heartily: "I just thought that our brothers haven't been together for a long time, why don't we talk about the old relationship today." He sighed as if he was extremely helpless: "Tianlu, you have to change your temper. changed."

Du Tianlu squinted, glanced at the table one by one, and finally stopped on Dahan: "I don't know what old relationship I have with them?"

Da Khan finally stared at him with a stern face, and said calmly: "Eat vegetables, eat vegetables." He seemed to remember something and said: "There will be a very good performance later, you have to watch it carefully."

The matter seemed to be over, but the table was very quiet, except for the sound of eating meat and drinking, there was no other sound.

An Jiarui looked at the princes who had been eating silently without saying a word, and then at the tribal leaders who were still on the table with extremely bad expressions, and finally lowered their heads and ate the dishes.

Du Tianlu's status and power in Dajin was somewhat beyond his imagination.

But when I think of Du Tianlu's eyes sparkling in front of him, and the way his ears are red with just a smile, it's really hard to think that he is so arrogant and arrogant in front of others.

The appearance of the wolf camp of the Mudilie tribe slowly appeared before his eyes. He could be said to have a deep understanding of Yuan Sanjun's combat effectiveness, which was enough to make several tribal leaders restless and endure his rude words.

In this silence, the performers suddenly changed, and two beautiful women with swords came up to the stage gracefully. They saluted first, and then slowly danced the swords.

The combination of rigidity and softness, with an enchanting figure, excellently eased the atmosphere on the field.

Everyone turned their heads to look at it, especially one of the women in purple clothes, her eyebrows fluttered, and she seemed to have infinite emotions, which made people unable to move their eyes away.

The clothes are fluttering, and there is a sense of going with the wind. They are charming and affectionate, and the sword dance is really beautiful. It looks like dancing and swordsmanship. People are more delicate than flowers, which can be called beautiful scenery.

The atmosphere eased up a lot. Some people looked at them with a smile while pointing at the table, while others stared at them intently.

Nie Cong took a few glances and was a little curious: "Khan, where did you find these two people? The level of this sword dance is truly amazing."

Da Khan was nodding his head to the beat with some intoxication, and said with a smile: "It was recommended by a businessman from the country to enter the palace."

An Jiarui took a few glances at the sword-wielding woman, but Du Tianlu approached him unintentionally, blocking his sight.

An Jiarui couldn't help but glanced at him. He showed his dimples, put the peeled crab meat into An Jiarui's bowl, and said in a low voice, "Jiarui, try this?"

Jia Rui withdrew his eyes and concentrated on tasting the crab meat.

Du Tianlu looked at him with satisfaction, without even glancing over there.

Someone on the field sneered, but when Du Tianlu glanced over lazily, no one spoke.

Unexpectedly and logically, the family banquet finally came to an end in the dark tide, but nothing that everyone liked happened, and the leaders were very restrained from each other.

An Jiarui followed Du Tianlu to say goodbye to his uncles, and did not leave with them. Instead, the two held hands and walked under the moonlight.

An Jiarui originally wanted to refuse, but under Du Tianlu's aggrieved eyes, he agreed with a soft heart.

As for the group of big men who were supposed to follow behind them, because it was a family banquet held on Da Khan's territory and accompanied by Du Tianlu himself, he didn't let them follow. Now it seems that this group is missing. The light bulb, sure enough, the atmosphere between the two has improved a lot.

The moonlight was very good, the scenery was beautiful, and the atmosphere was not bad. They walked slowly in the palace, and no one spoke, enjoying this rare bond of mind.

Occasionally they looked at each other, but Du Tianlu's eyes were affectionate, as if he couldn't get enough of his appearance, and he gently stroked his little finger on the palm of his hand, as if flirting, but also with deep meaning.

An Jiarui's palms were itchy because of him, but when he saw the unconcealable expectation in his eyes, he gave up the idea of ​​withdrawing his hand.Instead, he followed his seemingly random strokes, and slowly sketched out a few words in his heart. When his last stroke fell, the three words were as if engraved on his palm, slightly hot, like a promise It's like a shackle.

Du Tianlu took his hand as if nothing had happened, and walked forward, but he kept looking at An Jiarui from the corner of his eye, hoping to see a response on his face.

An Jiarui's lips were a little pale, and his eyes slanted slightly, seemingly unkind, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, which seemed to be a signal.

Seeing his shallow smile, Du Tianlu couldn't help slowing down, quickly turned sideways and touched his lips lightly, as if he had received the highest reward, he was so happy that he even turned his head to look at him from time to time. It is affectionate.

The footsteps were even slower, and even the silent palace path had a soft light in his eyes.Make him wish that this road can go forever.

An Jiarui put on a sincere smile for his joy that was born purely because of him. People who are easy to satisfy in their relationship can always make him easy to satisfy.

When approaching the gate of the palace, there was a sudden sobbing sound from the front, which interrupted the silent love between them.

As soon as Du Tianlu stopped walking, Luota had already stepped forward to check it out, then came back and said, "Your Highness, it's the two women who danced swords before. For some reason, they seemed to be arguing in front of them."

Du Tianlu raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to drive them away, not to get in their way.

Luota walked forward, turned the corner, but suddenly found that there was only the girl in purple in the corner, and the other girl in yellow went somewhere.

His footsteps paused, and the wind suddenly picked up. The woman in purple who was squatting in the corner with tears on her face just now had drawn out her sword. Has caused the throat.

Seeing that the cold light was approaching, Luota put his hand on his waist, pulled out the soft whip, and hit her face with the backhand, mercilessly.Seeing that flowery and jade-like face was about to be disfigured by the blow, the girl in purple did not avoid it, and the tip of the sword moved forward, wanting to take his life.

Luota retreated two steps in a row, and held his left hand to his throat, the tip of the sword was held by him, unable to advance an inch.The whip didn't slow down, it slashed fiercely across the face of the girl in purple from forehead to chin, Luota moved slightly in his hand, the top of the whip twisted around, as if to bind her into a ball.

The woman in purple did not dodge or dodge, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, Luota's heart suddenly became vigilant, and suddenly heard the sound of a long sword entering his body from the corner behind him, his eyes flashed fiercely, especially his blood-stained left hand shook slightly , the fingertips flashed coldly, the woman in purple maintained a sneer expression, but there was a scratch on her throat, slowly oozing blood.

She fell on her back, fell slightly to the foot of the tower, and rushed towards the place where Du Tianlu and the others were before.

There was only time to see An Jiarui's figure falling slowly.

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Du Tianlu's face was ferocious, and he was about to go crazy. He was blocked behind An Jiarui, and he was unscathed.An Jiarui, on the other hand, looked at the long sword on his chest with suspicion.

As soon as the drop tower turned the corner, it disappeared before their eyes.An Jiarui glanced casually, and saw a shadow in the corner, which looked like a person.

Before he could react, she had already taken a step with her sword in her hand, and quickly approached them.

The blade of the sword reflected the coldness under the moonlight.

Du Tianlu pulled An Jiarui behind him, stopped in front of him, touched his body with his hands, but couldn't touch the weapon he was wearing, and immediately took An Jiarui back quickly.He is sure that even if there are enemies that need to be dealt with, he will be back in a few minutes at the latest, as long as he is given a few minutes...

But the woman in yellow didn't give him a plan for a few minutes. Her steps were very delicate, seemingly slow but actually fast, and she suddenly caught up with Du Tianlu.

Seeing the swipe of the long sword, An Jiarui hadn't reacted yet, but his body seemed to have its own will, and it had already blocked it from behind.Du Tianlu's eyes widened, and he took his hand and pulled it hard. An Jiarui's body tilted, and the tip of the sword pierced his chest.

An Jiarui couldn't believe it. He was sure that he didn't have such a fast reaction speed to help Du Tianlu block the sword, but at that moment, it seemed that a strange will dominated the body, and he hit the sword point by himself.

When he couldn't believe it, the woman in yellow didn't hesitate at all, and wanted to draw her sword to assassinate Du Tianlu again.

But it was too late, Luota threw a long whip from behind and wrapped it around her hand, before she could break free, Luota's left hand flashed coldly, a throwing knife with no handle but only a blade sliced ​​across her throat, One fatal blow, death on the spot.

Du Tianlu hurriedly hugged An Jiarui into his arms, covered the stabbed wound with his hands, and his hands were instantly stained red with blood: "Jiarui? Jiarui..." At the end of the sentence, tears dripped down with his voice. The wound was smudged with blood.

Luota half-kneeled on the ground, took out the hemostatic medicine and sprinkled half a bottle on An Jiarui's wound, then took his hand, felt his pulse for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, the great witch may not be far away, I will go ask He's coming."

Du Tianlu's hands trembled slightly, and he said with a final word: "Right away!"

Luota glanced at the empty roads around him, but he still didn't speak out, and took his orders to leave.

Du Tianlu's face was full of tears, he looked at An Jiaruiyou with a bit of distress and said: "Jiarui..."

An Jiarui didn't feel anything, a little cold and a little pain, but the pain seemed to be paralyzed, so it wasn't too painful.

Instead, there seemed to be many chaotic voices in his ears.

Some scolded full of anger: "Unfilial son!" There were also whispers: "The generation who harmed the country and the people!" There was also Du Tianlu's voice, with a little carelessness: "You are more boring and rigid than I thought, I am the one who is the most important person in the world." You are a great sweat, so you must carry on the family line." Du Tianlu's voice changed, and he seemed to have infinite affection: "I only love you, why don't you look back at me?" Changed again, and said casually: " You go back, I am not of the same kind as you."

In the end, all the turbulent voices turned into a familiar and even cherished voice: "If this is your wish, Chi is willing... to give everything! It will be realized for you. Chi has no other desires, but I hope that you will get what you want from now on. May your life be smooth."

This sentence was repeated over and over again, lingering in his ears, but eventually it slowly dissipated.

Du Tianlu's trembling voice reached his ears: "Jia Rui, don't sleep... just look at me."

An Jiarui opened his eyes with all his strength, met his gaze, and saw him burst into tears, crying like a fool, without any momentum.A small him is reflected in the golden pupil, as if he is firmly locked in it, unable to escape.

An Jiarui moved his fingers, wanting to tell Du Tianlu that he thinks the injury is nothing, and he can live for a long time, he won't die, don't cry so sad, even he feels a little distressed.But when he opened his mouth, it seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and no sound came out.

Du Tianlu realized what An Jiarui wanted to say to him, hurriedly lowered his head, leaned against his mouth, and said in a trembling tone: "You say...I'll listen."

An Jiarui opened his mouth, and finally breathed out two words softly: "Fool." These two words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his hands went limp, his eyes blinked slightly, and slowly Closed, seemed to have fallen into a coma.

Du Tianlu was taken aback for a moment, as if he had sensed something, he stretched out his trembling hand to check his breath, and stayed there for a long time.

When Luota arrived with the big witch, he only heard a heart-piercing roar that shook the entire palace, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he approached quickly.

Du Tianlu hugged An Jiarui, with a ferocious expression on his face, like an evil spirit, with furious hair and beard, with a monstrous aura, which made people feel intimidated.

Luota carefully stayed one step away, and said softly: "Your Highness, great witch..."

Du Tianlu raised his eyes, and there seemed to be boundless malice in his eyes. Even if he fell from the tower, he couldn't help but take two steps back to keep a safe distance.

He hugged An Jiarui as if he was holding his most precious treasure, and he did not allow others to covet it.

The big witch slowly floated forward from behind, walked to Luota, raised his eyelids and looked at An Jiarui, who was tightly hugged by him, and said unhurriedly: "Your Highness, give him to me now, and he will still be alive." hope. If it drags on, I can't guarantee his life."

Du Tianlu hugged An Jiarui's body tightly, and said every word like weeping blood: "He has...already..." as if forcing him to admit a fact that he couldn't face: "I'm not breathing. "

The big witch nodded and said, "It's just a suspended animation, but I can still live."

Du Tianlu looked at him in disbelief, loosened his hands slightly, and Luota had already stepped forward to take An Jiarui, half hugging his body so that the big witch could feel his pulse.

The big witch didn't reach out, or even move, but slowly saw An Jiarui's chest with the sword stuck in it from his face, and sighed softly: "How innocent, take him to the temple."

Du Tianluyou couldn't believe it, and said with a hopeful look on his face: "Are you sure?"

The big witch showed a strange smile and said, "Except for me, no one else in this world can save him."

He motioned for Luota to follow, and drifted away.

Temple.

After the big witch brought An Jiarui back to the temple, he only called Qingchi in, and all the others were shut outside the door, watching the lights turn on all night.

Du Tianlu was restless, and all his thoughts were on An Jiarui inside. He was sure that An Jiarui's breathing had stopped, but as the pillars said, "Witches do have supernatural powers", who can be sure of them? Won't it be brought back to life?It's just that some doubts keep appearing in his mind, why is the big witch so concerned about An Jiarui's health?Thinking of the front matter that the great witch said, Du Tianlu couldn't help calling the servants, and asked them to find out whether the great witch and An Jiarui had contact before.

And Luota had already been sent out to investigate the people behind the assassin. This time, Du Tianlu did not hold back. Ruler, he also wants to dig out this person, and then...

His eyes dimmed, and the fierce light appeared again. Only by letting him experience the most suffering in the world can he relieve the hatred in his heart!If An Jiarui didn't...

He took a deep breath, if he lost An Jiarui, what's the point of having the world again?Is it possible to bring a loved one back from the dead?

The details of getting along with An Jiarui flashed before his eyes, and he already had the answer to the questions of separation and farewell that had not been answered before.

He would rather choose to separate than to have An Jiarui in the world.

After separation, he can still conquer the world and dominate the Central Plains. An Jiarui still lives under his wings, watching the same starry sky, sun and moon with him, feeling the rainstorm and sunny sky with him, and having the same memories as him.

After the farewell, there is no An Jiarui in the world. From then on, he will be lost forever in his world, and he will be left alone to spend the spring, summer, autumn and winter, watching the flowers bloom and fade, repeating the past stories over and over again in the memories, and in the waking state. Taste the solitude and loneliness.

There seemed to be endless flames burning in Du Tianlu's heart. He was still calm at this moment because An Jiarui's life and death were still uncertain, so he had to wait patiently for a result.

indoor.

He was not as busy as Du Tianlu and the others thought. The big witch didn't even change his movements after entering the room. He stood by the bed and looked at the sword on An Jiarui's chest with a vague expression, as if he had seen a scene that seemed familiar to him.

The same is true for An Jiarui, covered in blood, as if dying soon.But the one holding him is not Du Tianlu but another person, that person is younger, with a handsome face and star-like eyes, looking at him, as if he can see the real galaxy flowing in his eyes; Fan □□, high and unattainable, makes people look at it and feel timid, and dare not get close.

But only to An Jiarui, he will show a gentle smile, listen to all his complaints and unwillingness, whenever, as long as An Jiarui wants to see him, he will appear in front of him, and give everything, just for him to show smiling face.

At that time, An Jiarui's situation was better than now, at least he had the energy to tell him that he was not reconciled, if there was a chance...

Then for this opportunity, he lost his most outstanding disciple, Mu Ma lost his divinely favored person who came out only once in a thousand years, Da Jin lost a great witch who could stabilize the country's destiny, and what did An Jiarui get?Soul flies away!Soul flies away!

Even though he has calmed down countless times, every time he thinks about it, he will still feel the emotion he felt when he heard it for the first time. An Jiarui should be out of his mind!

But he shouldn't pull him, he is so outstanding, with such a pure temperament, no one will be dissatisfied with him, there are countless golden roads in his future, it is up to him to choose.Instead of disappearing in silence, no one will remember.

Qingchi stared closely at An Jiarui's chest that had stopped bleeding, and asked in a trembling voice, "Big Witch... what should I do?"

The big witch glanced at him and said, "Take the sword."

Qingchi's hands trembled slightly, and he doubted: "Then he just..."

The big witch raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Do you think he's still alive?"

The expression on Qing Chi's face froze: "How could it be? He...could he..." He looked at Dawu blankly with an anxious and disbelieving face.

The big witch's eyes trembled, he looked away and said: "If you don't pull it out, I don't guarantee that he will survive."

Qing Chi hastily stretched out his hand to hold the sword, pulled it out from his chest with a little force, and brought out a trace of blood, and the blood that had stopped flowing slowly flowed out again.

Qing Chi held the sword, not knowing whether to cover it with his hands, turned his head to look at Da Wu for help.

The big witch lowered her eyes and said, "Put your blood on the wound."

Qing Chi was slightly taken aback, not understanding why it was his blood, but without any hesitation or fear, he turned the hilt of the sword around, and the tip of the sword cut hard in his hand, and blood gushed out.He hastily reached out his hand to An Jiarui's pierced wound, letting the red blood slowly cover the wound drop by drop.

There was still a trace of doubt, and he said eagerly: "Is this all right? Do you want me to do anything?"

The big witch's hands trembled slightly, and he raised his eyelids to look at him: "What if you have to shed all the blood in your body to save him?"

Qing Chi's bleeding wrist trembled slightly, and he asked without answering, "Can you save him by draining all the blood in your body?"

The big witch seemed to have expected this answer, he lowered his eyelids, and said: "Why do you need so much, blood from half your body is enough."

28. First release in Jinjiang~ Please support the genuine version~

Ciguo, on the edge of the Lijiang River, in a tea house.

"I heard that Jiarui made a pact with that barbarian?" Shao Xueyi raised the window so that he could have a panoramic view of the lake and mountains outside, Fang was a little shocked.

Opposite him sat a scribe, dressed as a scholar, his clothes looked a bit outdated, in stark contrast to Shao Xueyi's low-key but extraordinary details.

Although his clothes are old, it can be seen at a glance that his family is poor, but Liu Xing'an has no fear, he is generous, calm and polite, and has the style of a gentleman.

What is rare is that he has an upright appearance, clear eyes, is not ashamed of being poor, and lives in peace and happiness. He was once praised by An Wenyan: "This son has the style of a sage."