Who will Moshang Qingshan belong to?

Guo Ziyi came to visit Huangfu Zhuo, asked Nan Yiyuan a few words about Huangfu Zhuo's condition, and left in a hurry.The new year is approaching, and the war is tense again, Guo Ziyi can't distract himself from thinking about Huangfu Zhuo.Seeing Guo Ziyi's serious face, Nan Yiyuan managed to force a smile, and told Guo Ziyi that he would take good care of Huangfu Zhuo.Guo Ziyi pressed Nan Yiyuan's thin shoulders hard, as if he had given all his trust to Nan Yiyuan.

Since the day Jizhou fell, the snow has not stopped.

The scenery in the courtyard was covered with snow, Nan Yiyuan sat beside Huangfu Zhuo's bed, looking at the wind and snow outside the window, with a sad smile on the corner of his mouth.

It has been ten days, and the wound on Huangfu Zhuo's abdomen has scabbed over, but Huangfu Zhuo's high fever has not subsided.Nan Yiyuan didn't dare to leave Huangfuzhuo's bedside, Pei Xuanqing boiled a pot of medicine to cool it down, and he told Nan Yiyuan that whenever the veil that was put on Huangfuzhuo's forehead to cool down was dry, he would quickly soak the veil in the medicine water Put it back on Huangfu Zhuo's forehead.Nan Yiyuan did as he said, lying down on the edge of the bed with his clothes on for a while, and when he woke up, he washed and changed the veil for Huangfu.In the past ten days, Nan Yiyuan was getting thinner and thinner day by day, Pei Xuanqing and Mo Zhizhou couldn't see it, and wanted to replace Nan Yiyuan, Nan Yiyuan politely thanked the two for their kindness, and refused to leave Huangfuzhuo for a moment.

These days, everyone was busy dealing with Shi Siming and An Qingxu, and few people came in and out of Guo Ziyi's mansion.But on this day, the heavy snow that had been falling for many days finally stopped, and the sky cleared up after a long time, and an unexpected person came to Guo Ziyi's mansion.

Nan Yiyuan heard light footsteps coming from behind him. These footsteps were not from Pei Xuanqing or Mo Zhizhou. The person who could walk into this room like this must be a person of extraordinary status.

Nan Yiyuan turned his head, and saw in the backlight, a beautiful woman wearing a black armor, half of her face was covered by the sky mask, and her whole body exuded a fierce aura.Nan Yiyuan saw this woman not long ago, he stood up, and saluted his eldest grandson Wangqing: "Shuai Yan."

The eldest grandson Wangqing nodded, she looked at the person who was lying on the bed and had been unconscious, and frowned: "Aren't you awake yet?"

Nan Yiyuan nodded: "I never woke up."

"Guo Shuai told me about his situation, and today I have time to come and take a look," Changsun Wangqing is not as indifferent as in the legend, at least for her subordinates, Changsun Wangqing still takes special care of her, and she Stepping forward a few steps, seeing the word "Chuan" appearing on Huangfu's forehead, Changsun Wangqing said sadly, "Does Mr. Nan have any free time now?"

Nan Yiyuan knew that his eldest grandson Wangqing had something to say to himself, so he reached out and tried the veil on Huangfu's forehead, it was cold, and it would take some time before he would change it. "It's inconvenient to talk in the house, I hope Shuai Yan will forgive me." Said Nan Yiyuan led his eldest grandson Wangqing out of the house, the two found a stone table and bench outside the courtyard, and sat down on both sides.

Aunt Chu set up a small stove on the stone table for Nan Yiyuan and Changsun Wangqing, and a pot of tea was heating up on the stove. She poured two cups of freshly brewed tea for each of them before leaving.

"Guo Shuai said that the best doctor here said that Huangfu Zhuo's high fever persisted and he fell asleep because he had something on his mind." Changsun Wangqing pressed her long fingers on the edge of the teacup. Her hands were not like ordinary women. They all have cocoons, which are the imprints of those who hold swords and shields all year round.Huangfu Zhuo also had calluses like this on his hands.

Nan Yiyuan was not in the mood to drink tea, he nodded, then pursed his lips with a self-deprecating smile and said, "I call him his friend in vain, but I can't even untie his knot."

Changsun Wangqing glanced at Nan Yiyuan, and asked after a while, "Do you want to hear what's on his mind?"

"Is it the Battle of Yanmen Pass ten years ago?" Nan Yiyuan vaguely guessed Huangfu Zhuo's thoughts, but he didn't know what happened outside Yanmen Pass back then, which could make Huangfu Zhuo keep his hatred in his heart for more than ten years, and even healed more It's hard to let go.

Changsun Wangqing took a sip of tea, and traveled south to Yiyuan to come to the Yanmen massacre that nearly wiped out Cangyun's army ten years ago.

"Outsiders call me 'Shuai Yan', but Huangfu Zhuo and the Cangyun army call me 'Shuai Qu'." Changsun Wangqing's dark pupils were full of mist, and she seemed to be able to see ten years ago at a glance from her eyes. Yanmenguan battlefield. "Shuai Qu, there is no such title in the army. They called me that because after the Battle of Yanmen Pass, the Cangyun Army no longer belonged to the imperial court."

If it is said that An Lushan's wolfish ambitions were fully exposed four years ago, then ten years ago, An Lushan's ambitions had already been revealed in the eyes of his grandson Wangqing and Xue Zhi.In order to be able to enter the Central Plains in the future, An Lushan wanted to get rid of the Cangyun Army led by Xue Zhi.An Lushan deliberately provoked the rebellion of the Xi people and the Khitan people. Xue Zhi led the Cangyun army to quell the rebellion outside Yanmen Pass, but he never thought that the Fan Yang army led by An Lushan would cut the butcher knife at Cang, who was also a soldier of the Tang Dynasty. Yunjun!In order to protect Cangyun's army, Xue Zhi blocked An Lushan from Yanmen Pass, and he himself fought hard and died.Not only the commander of the Cangyun Army died, but also the elite of the Cangyun Army such as Shen Tuxiao and Huangfu Zhuo's father.The Cangyun Army who had retreated to Yanmen Pass stood on the city wall and could only watch helplessly as their dear brothers died outside the city wall. The flames of revenge were burning in their eyes, and every drop of blood from their comrades was printed on their hearts. In my mind, I have never forgotten it for a moment.From then on, Cang Yunjun lived for revenge, they didn't trust anyone, only their living companions!In every battle, they must wipe out the enemy before withdrawing their troops, until they die.

"We bear the lives of our brothers and the deaths of our companions. Only by fighting can we find salvation." The eldest grandson Wangqing caressed her face in the sky. The other half of her face was beautiful, and the other half should be the same .But she never laughed, she talked with Nan Yiyuan about the battle of Yanmen Pass ten years ago, the past was vivid in her memory, and the hatred was hard to get rid of.

"So, at that time, Huangfu Zhuo knew that he would be defeated, and he was determined to take off more heads of the enemy." Nan Yiyuan looked down at his own face reflected in the tea, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes that had been dark for a long time , He raised his head again, looked at the woman with a cold face opposite, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "Cang Yunjun seeks salvation between life and death, but you also care about the lives of the people around you."

Nan Yiyuan stood up, solemnly bowed to his eldest grandson Wangqing: "Thank you Yanshuai for your advice, I know what to do."

Changsun Wangqing didn't look at Nan Yiyuan, she took the last sip of tea, then seemed to remember something, she put down the teacup and said: "Shi Chaoyi captured Jizhou and didn't move west, but it's not a good thing, please tell Mr. Nan A long voice, Mr. Yuan."

Nan Yiyuan nodded, even if Li Miyuan was in the south of the Yangtze River, the situation in the world would still not escape his control.

Changsun Wangqing got Nan Yiyuan's reply, stood up, turned around and left without saying anything.At this time, the snow that had stopped for a while fell again, and the heavy snow flew, and the snow curtain instantly covered the figure of Changsun Wangqing.Nan Yiyuan stopped staying and walked back into the house.