sunset fever

Seimei's lapel is soaked in blood

In front of the door, the thin armor left wounds

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With the cold moon in the sky, with eagle feathers and red copper arrowheads, Yan Xiu endured the most unbearable physical pain, and he fell on the side of the road not far from the gate of King He's mansion. It oozes out extremely quickly, and the fingers covering the place are all sticky red.

In his line of sight, the sky curtain cut out by the high wall of the mansion was strip-shaped. He couldn't find the moon, but he could see the white light of the stars. When he moved his line of sight down, he saw the arrow with its shaft exposed cruelly and the tip still buried in his body.

Yan Xiu didn't have the strength to call people, let alone get up, the arrows were vividly burrowing into the flesh, almost piercing the person's body, Yan Xiu's back also hurt, and it took a while to hear people's voices, there are few people living here, Therefore, it is most likely a servant in King He's mansion.

"Looking for the princess..." Yan Xiu's bloody hand wanted to grab the boy's wrist, but he couldn't hold it tightly.

The boy was terribly frightened, and with a gray face, he ran away in a hurry. Not long after, there were more chaotic footsteps. Yan Xiu seemed to be listening to Rao Yanluo talking, and hearing someone crying, A circle of people surrounded it, blocking out all the light.

Yan Xiu closed his eyes, bleeding and dizzy, he didn't see who was coming, he fell into a coma and fell asleep.

The night at King He's Mansion was shrouded in gloom, and the best doctor in the vicinity was invited, but he was still inferior to the royal servant. Therefore, Zhong Qingming was ordered by Chen Bizhen to rush back to Chongcheng alone, and invited Qin Jiang to come over.

The red paint on the shaft of the arrow was carved with small eagle patterns and markings, which were torn off by the doctor and rubbed against the damaged flesh. Yan Xiu was half-conscious, with sweat on his forehead and cheeks, and blood poured out, staining half of the bed. bedding.

The person is almost dying, panting weakly, this is not a tragic scene at all, but a thrilling bleakness, it is the panic and busyness of the people in the courtyard.

Chen Bichen was pointed to the bed by the doctor. He knelt down, with the hem of his robe lifted up, and asked anxiously, "Can you save me?"

"Cut off all the clothes, hurry up." The doctor was so anxious that his cheeks were red, and his voice was full of smoke, he bent his waist with his sleeves rolled up, and used a large piece of cotton veil, trying to wipe off the dirty blood. go some.

Chen Bizhen couldn't do it alone, so he tilted Yan Xiu's shoulders with all his strength, and the servant pointed by Rao Yanluo immediately cut off Yan Xiu's clothes, so that the doctor could see the terrible wound.

Sweat mixed with tears, people forgot to cry halfway.

Chen Bichen sucked his red nose, and said in a low voice: "Master Yan...Yan Xiu, if you can save me in Shishan, you will come back."

Rao Yanluo raised her sleeves and wept, two tears were drawn on her face. She went to the door, met Chen Mao who had just arrived, and said, "Your Majesty, I looked carefully, it is a special feature of Zhong Huashu's secret guards. The totem is on the shaft of the arrow."

As he said that, the servant who was sent to wash the arrows came over and offered things, and Chen Mao recovered from his illness. He coughed a little, and he frowned, and didn't open his mouth for a long time. Then, he could only sigh softly, and said, "Why is she... ..."

"Perhaps he blamed Master Yan for the incident."

"From ancient times to the present, there are always people around the emperors to bear the infamy." Chen Mao didn't want to judge this matter too much, he chatted with Rao Yanluo for a few words, and then left the courtyard.

There was a strong wind, blowing people's skirts, hanging bright yellow spring buds on the tips, clouds covering the moon, and the chaotic Yangjing was stained with foggy ink overnight.

The wound was healed and Yan Xiu fell asleep, but no one knew if he would wake up again. Chen Bizhen was supposed to return to Chongcheng, and there were still many things he should be responsible for. He retreated in front of the accident and could only stay by the bed Kneeling on the ground, so as to look at Yan Xiu's face and body, to see if he has any signs of waking up.

"I should go back after a while. Chongcheng is in danger, and so is Yangjing. When Qin Jiang comes, you will be saved." Chen Bizhen talked to Yan Xiu, with two lines of thin tears hanging down his face, his face was full of undisguised worry, He squeezed Yan Xiu's hand tightly.

Some disasters always come when people are least worried. No one ever imagined that it would be dangerous to go out to buy supper. King He's Mansion is secret enough, and it is the most stable place in Yangjing.

Yan Xiu's eyeballs flicked, and the thin eyelids were not opened much. His voice was very soft, with intermittent strength.

"I have something to say..." Yan Xiu suddenly turned his back on the guest and grabbed Chen Bizhen's hand vigorously.

"I'm here, I'm here, tell me."

Yan Xiu wanted to inhale, but any struggle would cause pain in his left side of his chest. White flashes flashed in front of his eyes from time to time, and he couldn't see where Chen Bizhen was at all, so he could only squeeze his hand even tighter.

"Because I knew what happened to Wen Moqing in Yaotai that day, so I remembered the past and couldn't let go of it. I prepared a poisoned dagger and wanted to get close to you and kill you..." Yan Xiu said slowly, After all, he closed his eyes, suddenly sneered halfway, and asked, "So, do you think I deserve it today?"

"But you haven't killed me yet." Chen Bichen was about to loosen his fingers, but they were gripped even tighter. Yan Xiu's face was pale, and he was wearing a thin tunic, floating in the bedding.

Yan Xiu said again: "My name is Yan Yuzhu. My parents were killed by the late emperor. Zelan and I fled to Fushan and hid under our names... I never thought that I would return to Yangjing, nor did I plan to take revenge, but I hate that I can't." Disappear, after seeing you, I will always remember them, if you kill a person, I will hate more than regret."

With the back of his hand, Chen Bizhen wiped away two tears from his cheeks, he seemed aggrieved, and said, "I knew what you said a long time ago, and I was a little defensive at first, but later on, I couldn't see through you, and didn't delve into it further. "

"Chen Liuyuan, treat me better, after all... I'm really going to die," Yan Xiu opened his eyes, inside, the black part was a bit chaotic, and the white part was stained with blood, distracted, Yan Xiu said, "No I killed you because..."

The body was mutilated to the limit, before he could finish speaking, blood gushed out from the wound, soaking the shirt thoroughly.

"Because of me, I started to like you and started to get used to life in Yangjing. I have been a rational and demanding person all my life, but it is strange that I could indulge myself and kiss you in the inn in Yaotai. You are only seventeen, and you are a monarch. There is no limit, I have already passed the age of starting a family, if I stay here, I still have to rely on you..."

Yan Xiu's eyelids closed slowly, and he relaxed his strained hands. He suppressed the blood surging in his throat, and said in a barely audible voice, "... rely on you, live."

The sky will be covered with big clouds again, and the high wind will shake the trees.

Rao Yanluo just entered the yard, and then heard a trembling, not low-pitched cry.

Before Zhong Qingming returned to Prince He's Mansion, he met Qin Jiang and Zhao Yu at the Imperial Medical Office. There was already a chaos of fighting and fighting near Chongcheng, and Yangjing lost its peace and prosperity.

The three of them got on their horses. For the sake of speed, they could only go out from Wuyuan Gate in the north. The stronger the wind, it played with the sound of the approaching battle. The horses' hoofs were covered with rotten leaves, soil, and debris of firewood. There were scattered soldiers on the wide road. Qingming was very unlucky, so she was recognized by a person she knew a long time ago, who is also a son of an official family, and now works under the rebellious Sheng Qi.

"Master Qin, you go first." Zhong Qingming didn't think about anything, but for Yan Xiu's life, he could only use force to cover and fight with the people around him. He used his sword on the horse and decisively took two soldiers life.

The blood was red, exuding a slight heat, and dripped on the dirty ground. Qin Jiang turned around on her horse and disappeared behind the scattered crowd.

The subordinate was also on the horse and said: "Young Master Zhong, please cherish your life and return it to me."

"If you have something to say, get off the horse and say it." Zhong Qingming calmly turned around and glanced at Zhao Yu who was on the horse behind him.

Zhao Yu dismounted with him, and Sheng Qi's subordinates also dismounted.

The wind howled a few times, passing through the streets and alleys, curling the ends of hair and clothes, Zhong Qingming asked loudly: "Yan Guo's surname is Chen, what is your surname, and you are asking for your servant's surrender?"

"It's General Sheng Qi's subordinate, Mr. Zhong should know, you and I went to the official school together at that time, and we were about the same age."

"Hmm..." Zhong Qingming had the sword in his hand, and because Zhao Yu was an unarmed man, he leaned closer to him; Zhong Qingming looked up and down at that subordinate, and said, "Please let us go."

Looking at each other, Zhong Qingming was proud and unrestrained, full of vigilance, while the other party's eyes were even more murderous.

Before he spoke much, the subordinate put the sword into its sheath, and when Zhong Qingming looked at him, Zhao Yu suddenly saw a soldier with a red-handled iron knife stepping forward.

This is naturally Sheng Qi's person.

Before the wind falls in Shangyuan, Zhao Yu will celebrate his 17th birthday on the fifteenth day.

Zhong Qingming only heard an overly sharp "stop", he was pushed away by a thin body, the sharp knife was lowered, and the blood on Zhao Beak's neck was gushing thin like a spring from a rocky mountain.

It's raining down, the snow before the spring, the red wins the mountain fire.

Zhao Beak's blood flowed all over the ground, sprayed out, and splashed on Zhong Qingming's nearby body. He went to help him, and fought desperately around him, looking for a chance to mount his horse. Finish that subordinate.

The two fled to a safe place on horseback, Zhong Qingming got off the horse holding the sword, the thick red plasma was dyed from the chest to the feet, causing Zhong Qingming's white clothes to turn red, while the clothes on Zhao Yu's body had long since turned completely red .

There are only medical clinics with closed doors and black lights on the street. Zhong Qingming walked with Zhao Beak in his arms, and there were two rows of bloody footprints on the road. However, during the war, no one answered when he knocked on the door, and no one answered when he said he would pay gold and jade.

A platoon of soldiers ran over, not knowing whose subordinate it was.

Hiding and walking forward, Zhong Qingming stopped in a deserted old house. He put Zhao Beak on a pile of dry straw. He searched for firewood to light the fire. Later, he found a bottle of first-aid pills in Zhao Beak's lapel. .

Zhong Qingming couldn't control his trembling knuckles, he knelt down, then leaned over, and stuffed the medicine into Zhao Beak's mouth by the light of the fire, only then did he see his crimson, fishy-smelling palm.

"Deputy Envoy Zhao, Zhao Beak..." The cry mixed with sobs was a bit urgent.

Zhong Qingming started to cry, he was never someone who should despair, he was courageous and strong, but now he lowered his head, tears streaming down the tip of his nose.

"Say a word, say a word, I can't help it, I beg you, say a word."

The light of the fire was blowing into the wind, and the air flowed in from the wide open window. Zhao Yu's pale face was stained with bright red blood. He was indeed gone, and he was indeed asleep. He was worried about Yan Xiu, and with his incomplete medical skills, With the expectations of the whole family...

People are extremely brave. Zhao Yu, who was wearing blue clothes at that time, came to Chongcheng on a rainy day in early spring, and brought a light blue oil umbrella painted with bamboo knots.

Now, he did die instead of Zhong Qingming, for a reason that no one will ever understand.

Writers leave poems and Zhao Beak——

Misunderstanding that the silver crown is good and the bow is galloping, and the tung oil umbrella falls on the spring branches.

The white blade falls blood and the city is destroyed, don't cry for a long time to warm the rain.

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