Fingers of crossing

Yang Xuanlin said she should die.

Yan Yilan smiled meaninglessly, the withered light lying quietly in her eyes, she thought, sometimes, she really felt the same way.

Her life is only a few tens of years, but she seems to have tasted all the bitterness, hotness, ups and downs, and when she thinks about it carefully, her life is nothing more than that.

She has killed many people and owed many people. Over time, the concept of death has become so blurred.Perhaps only when she was about to fall asleep every night, could she alone experience the fragility she carefully concealed. She was afraid of closing her eyes and facing the darkness. She didn't want to think of those who died because of her in the dead of night. Man, she didn't want to close her eyes and only see blood.

In fact, she hates this kind of life, but she has no choice.

The feeling of the knife across the neck is as passive as being pinched by someone, but Yan Yilan raised her eyes to look at Yang Xuanlin very calmly, looked at the coldness and anger on his face, and said with a smile: "The king of Beiyang wants to kill Me?" In fact, there is not much doubt in this sentence, because Yan Yilan can know the answer just by looking at Yang Xuanlin's pair of jet-black star eyes that are frozen three feet away.

He really wanted to kill her.

It's terrible to be deceived and played with. He is the aloof King of Beiyang. This kind of behavior will undoubtedly crush all his dignity and pride. Yan Yilan broke not only the heart of the King of Beiyang with his own hands, but also his status as a monarch. arrogance.

"Tell the lonely king, how did you convince the king of Wu to rebel?" Yang Xuanlin thought that Yan Yilan would not be willing to let him manipulate her like this, and knew that she would definitely do something, but he couldn't figure out what Yan Yilan was going to do. how it is done.He thought he was careful enough with Yan Yilan, so he couldn't figure out how Yan Yilan secretly made an alliance with King Wu. "Or, it was a trick you colluded with King Wu from the beginning, just waiting for the lonely king to take the bait?"

Yang Xuanlin blocked the news outside the entire palace, so everything that happened outside the palace was just a possibility that Yan Yilan roughly guessed based on his actions. With seven or eight points of affirmation.

The king of Wu must have launched a surprise attack outside the palace. The king of Beiyang didn't know about it. This gave King Wu a favorable opportunity.

Although she didn't know the situation on King Wu's side, she had guessed a general idea just by looking at Yang Xuanlin's current actions.King Wu's actions must have caught Yang Guo by surprise. If the soldiers stationed outside the city hadn't been in trouble, Yang Xuanlin would not have been in such a mess.

"It's not me who convinced King Wu." Yan Yilan suddenly laughed softly, her eyes and brows were filled with smiles, and her whole face became colorful. "Didn't Princess Jing remind King Beiyang not to underestimate the enemy too carelessly?"

I haven't seen you for many years, and Drunken is no longer what it used to be.

The person who can make Miss Huang fall in love with him is not ordinary.

He suddenly remembered that Yan Lingge had indeed reminded Yang Xuanlin in this way in the carriage returning to the palace from Weiyi Mountain. Perhaps only those who had really dealt with Jiang Ningzui would have this insight.It's a pity, in Yang Xuanlin's heart, he still regards Jiang Ningzui as the cowardly and insignificant princess. He is too confident and underestimates the enemy.

The sudden realization didn't make Yang Xuanlin feel much better, instead it made him feel as if cold water was being poured down, and his whole body was plunged into a burst of icy cold.

This kind of feeling is really unbearable, Yang Xuanlin is unwilling to admit it, and he can't admit it, he has lost everything now, and he will lose to Jiang Ningzui.Thinking about it, the long sword in Yang Xuanlin's hand deflected, and the sharp sword pierced Yan Yilan's immature skin, wiping out a streak of blood.

"So you never thought about marrying the lonely king. Your compromise is just a play for the lonely king." There were drops of blood splashing down the sword, and the sound of lightning exploded in the sky. , Yang Xuanlin's face was pale, and his eyes were scarlet as if stained with blood. "Fengyi, the lonely king still underestimated you."

But Feng Yi, do you understand my pain now?Do you understand the pain of wanting to cut your heart out, the pain of being deceived by the one you love?

In Yang Xuanlin's eyes, the hatred of wanting to burn everything emerged, and he held the sword with a little force, and the blade of the sword pierced fiercely into the neck of the eyes, almost swimming close to the artery of the neck. Walk.

"Is this feeling uncomfortable?" The blood was like endless raindrops, slowly dripping down the sword body, Yang Xuanlin smiled sadly. "The feeling of being pinched by someone, this kind of pain, can you understand now?"

Yan Yilan remained silent, the lightning reflected her pale cheeks due to injury, but her eyes were sharper than the light in the sky, her pale lips were slightly pursed, life and death were clearly controlled by Yang Xuanlin, She can still laugh.

The arc of Yan Yilan's mouth was really dazzling, but now in Yang Xuanlin's eyes, she was so calm, so calm and indifferent to the point of life and death.It was only at this time that Yang Xuanlin suddenly realized that there were only the two of them on the tower. Yan Yilan deliberately dismissed all the maidservants, and even sent Bi Yuan away, as if she had been waiting here for him to come.

Yan Yilan was waiting for him to come, perhaps she had already imagined various possibilities, among which this scene must also be present, and she did not hide or evade, as if she had prepared for the worst early in the morning.He is most afraid of Yan Yilan's cold eyes now, she is full of fearlessness, he knows Yan Yilan too well, she doesn't even care about life and death, she looks like a A desperate outlaw.

Between them, after all, there will be a result, a victory or defeat.And Yan Yilan was waiting here to settle the debt with him that was owed for many years.If Yan Yilan wins, once she repays Yang Guo's kindness to Yan Guo, the Yang and Yan countries will not owe each other, and they will also owe it twice.

It's just that this was an unfair calculation, because no matter whether Yang Xuanlin wins or loses, he is a loser at this moment.He had already lost everything with Yan Yilan.

Yan Yilan smiled from her lips, "It seems that I won."

Compared with the feeling of losing everything, what makes Yang Xuanlin feel like a knife is still Yan Yilan's deception and tricks, that kind of pain, that kind of pain, even if it is the Ninth Five-Year King, it is nothing but flesh and blood. body.

The sword in Yang Xuanlin's hand loosened and clenched several times. He raised Yan Yilan's chin with the tip of the sword, his movements revealing hatred and contempt. It's a pity that the expression in Yan Yilan's eyes was so calm and calm, like He has already seen through his embarrassment and embarrassment at this moment, so even at this moment, he is still shockingly indifferent.

"Fengyi," Yang Xuanlin smiled dejectedly, with crazy hatred growing in his eyes. "Do you really think the lonely king won't kill you?"

"You can kill me." Yan Yilan gently pinched the sword with her fingertips, and slowly moved it to her neck, her smile was as eye-catching and magnificent as if stained with blood, like a Mosang flower blooming in the depths of hell. "It's just that I have one more question, and I want to ask King Beiyang."

At this time, Yan Yilan seemed to be Shura who came out of hell, her whole body was bloodthirsty, she was glowing scarlet, her beauty was coquettish and dangerous, it made Yang Xuanlin instantly look like a puppet who had lost her soul, looking at the strange scene in front of her, Forget about moving.

"The king of Wu captured Qin Song's army outside the city. According to the current situation of the enemy and ourselves, does the king of Beiyang want to take your generals to leave the country of Yan safely, or is he going to let all the five thousand fine horsemen of the country of Yang be buried with me?"

Even if the sword slipped into her throat, Yan Yilan could still deal with it indifferently as if she was sitting on a high place. Her eyes were full of contempt for all sentient beings. Those were the appearances that Yang Xuanlin used to admire the most, but now he hates them. into the heart.He has never hated her indifference and calmness so much as today. He would rather the woman he loves be a cowardly and incompetent ordinary person than that the woman he has loved for thousands of days and nights will be as majestic and majestic as before. .

"Okay... what a princess of Yan Guo." Slowly moving the sword away from Yan Yilan's neck, Yang Xuanlin's eyes had the hottest and most painful starlight, and every word he said seemed to overflow from his clenched teeth, but And all with the deepest sigh in my heart. "It was the lonely king who lost."

Yan Yilan had already given him a choice, but it seemed that he had no choice at all. Now King Wu has captured the five thousand elite soldiers he left outside the palace alive. Although there are still two teams of troops stationed outside the capital, the situation is so clear now. Although he knew that Yan Yilan was afraid of Yang Guo's strength and did not dare to kill him hastily, but he also knew that if he persisted in resisting, then he would not be able to sustain the arrival of Dayang's reinforcements.

He has no choice but to leave.

He lost, but he knew that Yan Yilan must understand.He didn't lose to the current temporary disadvantaged situation, but to Yan Yilan.In fact, he lost from the very beginning. In this game between him and Yan Yilan, he was always on the passive side.

Maybe it's really clear to a bystander, there is a saying that Yan Lingge has already expected, she once said that Yan Yilan is always his only fatal point.He can win the whole world, but he is destined not to win her in this life.

Because the heart is already in prison.

He had never said these words, but he could no longer say them.

Yang Xuanlin gritted his teeth fiercely, and stood the sword in his hand upright on the ground with his backhand. His expression was silent and slumped, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Yan Yilan fiercely in his arms. Like a fire that burns everything. "Fengyi, without her...if she never appeared, you..."

Yang Xuanlin's sudden hug made Yan Yilan slightly stunned. She remembered the autumn when she was approaching the age of 17, when she first met Yang Xuanlin in the main hall of Yangguo. At that time, she didn't know about love. Thinking that most marriages are like this, when she heard that her father wanted to marry her to Yang Xuanlin, although she was not reconciled, she understood that for Yan Guo, she had no choice.

Perhaps if all kinds of things hadn't happened in the future, and if she hadn't met the doomed doom, maybe she had really married Yang Guo early and became the concubine of Yang Xuanlin.

Memories are always disturbing, but it is a pity that if it is false, it is meaningless in itself.

"will not."

Yan Yilan's gaze seemed to be out of focus, she missed Yang Xuanlin's shoulders and landed in an unknown distance, she narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, her voice was clear and shallow, but with an imposing manner that no one could question.Interrupting Yang Xuanlin's words in a cold voice, Yan Yilan took a few steps back from his embrace, her eyes pale.

"There has never been such a thing in the world."

Those who should meet will meet sooner or later, those who should fall in love will always meet among all living beings, time has changed, Yan Yilan never thought about what if.It is a predestined matter, so no matter what the ending is, she will admit it.

Yang Xuanlin had already left, but Yan Yilan was still standing on top of the tall city tower, her eyes were filled with boundless emptiness and desolation.The bitter pain in her neck was already numb, she reached out and wiped the blood dripping from the wound with her fingertips, put it on her lips and sucked it lightly, the bloody taste permeated the whole tip of her tongue, and her pale lips were immediately dyed bright red.

Suddenly, Yan Yilan's empty eyes were filled with gloom, and then there was a shocking shaking from under his feet, iron hoofs clanging outside the city gate, and even the sound of the wind in his ears changed drastically. Lightning is like a white ghost, shuttling through every corner of the palace.

According to Yan Yilan's instructions, the palace gate opened slowly. The heavy palace gate was like a lurking giant beast, and it let out a roar that shook the world. In the dusty sky, King Wu led his cavalry troop slowly to the bottom of the tower. , he raised his head and looked up to see Yan Yilan standing beside the gate tower, wearing a rustling red dress, her black hair fluttering in the raging wind, her face was seductive and condensed, her eyes revealed a calm majesty that looked down on the world.

"Chen Yan Junyi, following the order of the eldest princess, captured five thousand cavalry from Qin Song's army outside the city, and went to the palace to report to the eldest princess."