a priest friend of mine

Lan Xiao robbed people from the Linji palace, and his behavior was really wanton and arrogant. Emperor Chongguang was furious, and led 20 elite soldiers, went to the border in person, and joined the [-] troops led by General Qi, ready to attack Lan Xiao at any time. attack.

Before leaving, Mo Feng discussed with Mo Yi all night by candlelight.

"You must not! You have led so many soldiers and horses to leave at this time, and the country is empty. If other countries take advantage of the vacancy and lead their troops to attack, it will definitely be in danger of destroying the country!" Hearing his decision, Mo Yi Very annoyed, he objected.

Mo Feng said with a sullen face, "Don't be impatient, uncle, I have something for you."

After finishing speaking, he took out a jade pendant from his sleeve, put it in Mo Yi's hand, and said in a deep voice, "I have a group of guards in private, the number is about five or six thousand, although the number is not many, but all of them are elites. , enough to fight ten against one, I will hand over this jade pendant to you, and use it to summon guards."

As Mo Feng spoke, his tone suddenly became gloomy and cold, and he half-closed his eyes: "Man, I will definitely bring it back in person, Jiangshan, I also have to sit still."

Mo Yi listened to his words, holding the crystal jade pendant in his hand, his expression condensed, and after a long time, he sighed heavily: "Forget it, I will help you guard this country, but you must be safe and sound." 's return."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Looking at his appearance, Mo Yi was shocked.

People who are trapped by love really lose their minds, can they be desperate for that person?

Ten miles away from the border of Lan Xiao, the army of the sacrifice was stationed here. Inside the large military tent, Mo Feng and General Qi sat opposite each other, discussing with solemn expressions.

"He, Lan Xiao, is very cunning. If it is on the bright side, it may be difficult to bring him out intact." General Qi said with a heavy face in black armor.

Opposite him, Mo Feng was also wearing a black battle robe, his handsome face was full of fear: "Then let's go to the dark place."

General Qi looked up at him: "What is the emperor's plan?"

Mo Feng's eyes were full of sharp condensation: "We, just..."

When Chu Yan came to the courtyard, Qing Chen was sitting in the backyard, holding a piece of bamboo tube tightly in his hand, looking down at it, looking ecstatic.

There were several palace people standing on both sides of him, all of them were sent by Chu Yan to monitor him. Seeing Chu Yan's arrival, they all bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty."

After waving his hands to signal them to leave, Chu Yan walked slowly to Qing Chen's side, lifted his robe and sat down next to him, seeing that he didn't even look at him, Chu Yan raised his hand and pinched his chin in dissatisfaction, forcing him to leave. He turned to look at himself: "Who are you thinking about? Mo Feng?"

Qing Chen shook his head slowly, his expression remained unchanged, his face was as calm as water, because he didn't answer him.

He looked calm and ignored him, which made Chu Yan angry. He shook his chin away with his hands, and stood up with a cold face: "Your good emperor has just led the army here. The army is already approaching the city, do you want me to take you to have a look?"

Hearing his words, the coldness in Qingchen's eyes eased a little, and he looked up at him steadily.

Chu Yan snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and said, "Come on! Take him!"

As soon as the words were finished, the palace servants from outside quickly walked in, each of them squeezed Qing Chen's arm tightly, and led him out of the backyard following Chu Yan.

.........

Under the city tower, hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers gathered here, all of them with condensed expressions, holding swords and swords, and the banner bearer in front, holding the banner tightly in the hand, raised it high in the air, with the word "Lin" written on it with a wild ink pen. , blowing with the occasional wind.

On the top of the city tower, a dark purple figure stood here. He looked down at the hundred thousand soldiers and horses approaching the city, but calmly raised his voice and said loudly: "Mo Feng, if you voluntarily cede ten cities to me, I can let people go now."

At the forefront of the army, the tall and straight figure on horseback stood motionless. Mo Feng wore a battle robe like ink, and the armor shone with a condensed light. It was cold in his eyes. He said coldly: "I want to see people first."

Chu Yan looked down at him for a while, then said slowly, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and gestured behind him, and then, a thin figure appeared in front of his eyes like a wisp of green smoke.

"Qingchen!" Seeing the person who was thinking day and night, Mo Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he raised his eyes to stare at him.

The slender figure is like paper, floating lightly on the city tower, as if a gust of wind could blow him away at any time, Qing Chen was brought to the side, staring at the tense Mo Feng from top to bottom, suddenly hooked With a slight smile on her lips, she said softly, "Mo Feng, I'm fine."

While he was speaking, an unknown wind blew over. The strong wind blew the flags and vibrated fiercely, and also blew away his words.

Mo Feng couldn't hear what he was saying clearly, only saw him smiling to himself, that faint smile was like a breeze under the scorching sun, light and fleeting, so that he couldn't catch it, and couldn't play tricks on him. heart.

Chu Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed him to his side, raised his chin with his fingers, put his lips next to his delicate face, with a frivolous expression, and looked at Mo Feng under the tower provocatively: "Jiangshan and beauty, you choose one Bar."

Before Mo Feng came here, he had asked himself countless times in his heart.

Country or beauty, which one is more important?

After thinking with some focus, he will still answer, which is equally important.

The country belongs to him, and so does the beauty, and no one can take it away.

However, if the situation has reached the point where Qing Chen's life is threatened, he will choose the latter without hesitation.

Maybe he can fight back in Jiangshan, but if his people are gone, he will go to heaven and earth, and there will be nowhere, how will he get them back.

Mo Feng forced himself to calm down, stared at the wisp of green smoke above the tower, and promised in a deep voice: "Qingchen, I will definitely bring you back."

Hearing his words, Qing Chen smiled faintly, with a look of trust in his eyes.

Fortunately, he did not agree to this absurd deal, he is a rare wise gentleman.

He also believed that if Mo Feng dared to say it, he would definitely be able to do it.

In the next second, Mo Feng raised his hand and ordered to the soldiers behind him, "Siege the city gate!"

The soldiers and horses moved in response to the sound, and dozens of soldiers carried the tree trunks, exhausted all their strength, and violently slammed into the city gate.

His own safety was threatened, so Chu Yan naturally couldn't just stand by and watch. He had already made preparations. He took a few steps back and waved his hand. Hundreds of soldiers rushed up from the top of the tower. With the arrow in hand, the bowstring is fully drawn, and hundreds of sharp arrows break the string and shoot out.

At the same time, Lan Xiao's soldiers who had already ambushed outside the city also rushed out, the two armies merged together, the swords collided with cold light, and the spears, guns, thrusts, and blood spattered three feet.

The scene became tragic in an instant.

Compared to Chu Yan who watched with cold eyes, Qing Chen looked down at the bottom of the tower, his eyes full of desolation.

Blood, exuding the smell of rust, filled the nostrils.

The corpse, the scars are hideous and glaring, the red meat is rolled up, the huge visual impact makes people want to vomit.

Mo Feng stabbed into the chest of the soldier in front of him with a spear in his hand, and the donated blood splashed on his handsome face, adding a bit of chill to him.

He pulled out his long spear vigorously, lightly shook off the dead body in front of him, and then stabbed the neck of the person beside him who was about to sneak attack.

In the blood mist, his face became hazy.

The surroundings had already turned into an asura field, the loess was stained with blood, and the sword was dazzling. Mo Feng raised his eyes and glanced around. There were enemies and his own people who fell beside him.

A look of guilt flashed across his eyes, and he raised his eyes to look at Qingchen above the tower, his eyes full of determination.

.........

Seemingly unbearable to see the bloody scene in front of him, Qing Chen gently closed his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "How about I play a song for you?"

Chu Yan beside him was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to play the piano with great interest under such circumstances.

After thinking for a while, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "What do you want to do?"

Qing Chen glanced down lightly, and said softly: "Mourning the souls of the dead."

Chu Yan looked at him suspiciously, as if he was thinking about his real purpose, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't figure it out, so he said coldly: "There is no piano here!"

Qing Chen looked at him with desolate eyes: "I want to play a song for Mo Feng, you know it in your heart, today, either he dies or I die, even such a small thing at this time, can't satisfy me?" ?”

After listening to his words, Chu Yan's eyes were a little moved, and he stared at him for a long time with a cold expression, before slowly saying: "Come on, prepare the piano!"

.........

A moment later, on the city tower, the thin figure held the lyre in his hand, and placed the qin on the table leisurely. Then, while looking down at the bloodthirsty figure below the city tower, he slowly hooked the strings. .

The clear watery sound of the piano flowed out from his fingertips. He fiddled with his bare hands, and his fingers fluttered on the seven strings. The tune was smooth and light.

Standing beside him and looking at him, Chu Yan thought that he was playing a melody as plain as water, but who knew that the smooth sound was just his audition, and the next second, his fingers turned suddenly, and he fiddled with it in a hurry.

The sound of the piano is high-spirited and powerful, compact and sharp, and the rhythm is constantly changing.

It was "Ambush in Ten Miles", and what surprised Chu Yan was that he was able to play this piece of music so superbly, like a million soldiers approaching the city, the rhythm was sonorous and powerful, exciting, and the long notes were passionate and high-pitched, playing out the flames of war. Swirling intense scenes.

Originally Chu Yan could still listen calmly, but then, he felt something was wrong.

The temples were faintly swollen, and the heart seemed to be bouncing vigorously and colliding with the high-pitched piano sound.

Chu Yan put his hand on his forehead, frowning and distorting his face in pain, the tighter and tighter tone, like a magic voice, lingered in his mind, making him confused.

At the same time, no matter whether it was the people above or below the tower, when they heard the high-pitched piano sound, they all knelt down and covered their heads, grinning in pain.

The same is true for Mo Feng, when he first heard the sound of the piano, he thought it was Qing Chen playing the music to cheer him up, but when he realized something was wrong, he covered his ears with one hand and ordered loudly: "Cover your ears! Don't listen to the piano!" Voice!"

With the command and order of the general, the soldiers who were about to sacrifice covered one ear, raised their swords and slashed at the enemy kneeling in pain.

On the contrary, Chu Yan was the closest person to Qing Chen, the sound of the piano was the first to float into his ears, and it was too late for him to stop it.

Covering his head with his hands, he knelt down straight on the ground, a low cry of pain came from his throat, and the tight and rapid melody of the piano echoed in his ears, faintly, there was blood dripping from his ears.

Lan Xiao's soldiers were all disturbed by the sound of the piano, and without the guidance of the general, they were soon defeated and reduced to lonely souls under the knife.

Qing Chen's expression was as calm as water, his white and slender fingers kept ticking, the rhythm of the piano sound expanded and relaxed with his fingers, and the atmosphere faintly became tense and terrifying.

Two-thirds of the melody was played, and towards the end, the sound of the piano gradually changed from high pitched to low, the melody was sad and tragic, the plain white fingers kept rubbing the strings, the vibrato sound was compact, and suddenly sank.

At the moment when the sound of the zither stopped suddenly, more than half of the people above and below the city tower bled to death from seven orifices, and the whole scene was extremely tragic.

Stretching out his hand to cover the strings to stop it from trembling, Qing Chen stood up slowly, looking at the tragic scene under the tower, his eyes faintly trembled with cold light.

Since Mo Feng could risk his life to fight for him, why couldn't he?

At this moment, human life is nothing more than an insignificant ant to him. You can call him cruel or ruthless, but what he wants is the safety of that person.

He gently stood on the platform of the tower, his thin figure seemed to be crumbling in the wind, Mo Feng noticed his movements, and opened his eyes wide in horror.

But listening, he opened his thin lips lightly, and silently uttered three words.

catch me.

Before Mo Feng could calm down, he saw that wisp of green smoke, like a gust of wind, pouring lightly towards the bottom of the tower.

At this moment, the blood in Mo Feng's whole body rushed to the top of his head. He dropped the gun in his hand and ran over there quickly. At a distance of three or four meters, he reached out and hugged him firmly in his arms.

The momentum brought by his fall made it impossible for Mo Feng to land safely. He quickly hugged the person in his arms, adjusted their positions, and protected him with his body. When he landed, his body hit the ground hard.

The dust on his body was not damaged at all.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, Mo Feng raised his hand to caress his face, his fingers were stained, whether it was the enemy's blood or his own blood.

"You are finally here."

Qing Chen propped himself up with his hands on the ground, staring at him with tears in his eyes as dark as stars.

It feels so good to be held in his arms again...

Mo Feng's eyes were as gentle as ever, he stared deeply at the person on his body, panting softly: "You will not leave, I will not abandon."

Hot tears burst out of his eyes, and a drop of clear tears fell between Mo Feng's lips, Qing Chen smiled softly with tears in his eyes: "We will never be separated again."

Mo Feng licked the salty tears on his lips, and smiled softly: "Okay."

Even though the seven orifices were bleeding, Chu Yan still braced himself up, picked up the bow and arrow from the ground with difficulty, stood up staggeringly, supported the balcony, and drew the bow with trembling hands. The sharp arrow aimed at Qing Chen under the city, and Break out.

Qing Chen didn't know it, and only saw Mo Feng's pupils shrunk, and then put one hand on the ground, turned over and pressed him under him.

Immediately afterwards, his chest heaved suddenly, and a large mouthful of blood flowed out from his mouth.

The viscous red liquid dripped down on Qing Chen's neck, making his heart throb as well. He took a closer look and found a bloody arrow protruding from Mo Feng's chest.

no no……

He wanted to speak, but found that his lips were trembling, and there was no sound in his throat.

Mo Feng looked down at him, without showing a trace of pain on his face: "This is why you don't want to play the piano for me?"

Qing Chen nodded slightly, his eyes were blurred by tears, he didn't have the slightest damage, but it was as if his internal organs had been bruised, and the pain was excruciating.

Mo Feng raised his lips to show him a more gentle smile than before, and whispered his name: "Qing Chen..."

Every time he opened his mouth to say a word, more blood gushed out of his mouth, Qing Chen felt himself trembling all over, his lips turned white and he couldn't speak a word.

Mo Feng stared at him deeply, as if he wanted to remember his appearance in his bones, his blood-stained lips trembled slightly, and he said each word: "I... love you."

At this moment, he is not a high-ranking emperor, and in front of love, he is just a commoner.

As soon as the words fell, the man who had been as strong as a mountain lost his strength and fell to the side.

The blue sky and white clouds returned before his eyes, Qing Chen's pupils trembled and tightened, and his mouth felt numb.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes, turned over without hesitation and fell on Mo Feng beside him, causing the sharp blood-stained arrow to burrow into his chest quickly.

The corners of his mouth gradually overflowed with blood, and there was a dull pain in his heart, as if someone had cut his heart open with scissors.

But he smiled, just like his appearance, his smile was astonishingly beautiful, his white fingers caressed the man's cheeks, and caressed his eyes that would never open again.

Those eyes, which had looked at him tenderly countless times, were so deep and beautiful.

Slowly closing his eyes, he lowered his head and gently pressed his cheek against his chest, feeling the last lingering warmth of virtuality.

If you don't leave, I won't give up.

If you die, I will accompany you with my life.

None of them violated their oaths, and all the warmth in the past turned into a wisp of dust and smoke, drifting away with an unknown breeze.

When General Qi arrived with reinforcements, there was no living creature left in the whole scene.

Whether it was the dead soldiers on the tower, Chu Yan's corpse on the tower, or the pair of Bi people who were closely dependent on each other, they all turned into a pile of loess after all.

Their original plan was to have Mo Feng lead the troops to "negotiate" first. Of course, this is just a cover-up. When the war is at its height, General Qi will lead the reinforcements to help.

It's just that no one knew that there would be an episode in the middle, which led to the rush of the battle and the late arrival of General Qi's rescue.

Perhaps, after all, this is just fate.