sunset fever

Qi Ziren does not spare the life of the rich and the poor

Chen Liuyuan can't tell the fake from the real

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The bottom of the river reflects the zenith, so you can see a piece of light green covered with azure blue belt. The war has made this place less populated, less cattle and sheep, and more corpses, or alert sentry posts in the army.

In the sun, the horse was walking slowly. The daily patrol had not yet been completed. Chen Bizhen was a little tired. He yawned on the horse and wanted to turn around to talk to the soldiers who were traveling with him. When he turned around, he saw that there were no people nearby. .

Probably, his mind wandered when he was tired, so he got separated.

On the other side, a horse followed, and the man on the horse poked Chen Butian's arm with a whip.

Chen Bizhen turned his head and unexpectedly found that it was Yan Xiu. Yan Xiu squinted his eyes slightly under the sun, and asked, "Why did you get out of the team?"

There was a laugh at the end of his words.

"Why did you come here?" Chen Bizhen asked while tugging at the reins.

Yan Xiu chuckled, and didn't answer seriously, he opened his mouth lightly and said, "Guess."

The road ahead is unobstructed, and the spring is growing wildly. The pasture was yellow and gray at that time, but now it is bright green. Yan Xiu shouted "drive", and rode his horse to the distance.

Chen Bizhen knew that the direction to the foot of the mountain was the most luxuriant forest, but he and Yan Xiuwei had been there together.

The blue wide sleeves fluttered, and the black hair fluttered in the wind. Yan Xiu rode a horse and walked far away, and Chen Bizhen followed him. When they walked into the forest, they saw lush grass under their feet, and spring flowers were about to bloom. Human voices, but the birdsong.

"Be careful." Seeing Yan Xiu dismounted, Chen Bizhen immediately told him.

It was really strange today, the thing about being left behind was strange, and it was strange that Yan Xiu said so little, he often left Chen Bizhen with a back, wearing a colorfully embroidered dress.

Chen Bizhen also got off the horse with him, and said: "Wait for me, let's go together."

"You are very strange."

"Why is it strange?" Chen Bizhen asked.

Only then did Yan Xiu stop, and he said: "I didn't ask you to come with me, you are blatantly lazy, why are you not afraid of the military law?"

"This place is vast, and I often get lost, not to mention that I will turn back soon, and no one will care about me."

Just as Chen Bizhen was about to stretch out his hand to pull Yan Xiu's sleeve, he heard a strange sound from the branches above his head. Before he could look clearly, he saw a man with a sword falling down. The man had a long black face with two sides. There is a difference in the height of the shoulders.

Chen Bichen yelled to Yan Xiu, "Stand back", gritted his teeth and went up to him, fighting with the man.In an instant, the wind blew up the branches, the grass fell and the flowers were broken, and the sound of swords and weapons could be heard, and there were also waving limbs, attacking and resisting.

Within a few strokes, Chen Bizhen subdued the man. The man's face was pressed against a tree trunk. Chen Bizhen stepped on his back with his boots, and asked harshly, "Who are you? Why do you want to hurt us?"

The man didn't answer, he secretly left a space between his arm and the tree trunk, he took the opportunity to lean forward, and escaped from Chen Bizhen's restraint.

Yan Xiu had already retreated to the side, and Chen Bichen planned to fight the man again, but he failed to prevent him from going to Yan Xiu's side, and the next moment, the blade of the sword stuck to Yan Xiu's neck.

Yan Xiu showed a look of fear, he was being held hostage.

The gaps in the branches accommodated the sunlight, and one fell on the ground in front of his feet. Chen Bizhen took a step back and said in a deep voice, "Let him go."

"Yes," the man's voice was a little shrill, his tone was not like ordinary people, and he said, "you kill yourself now, and I will let him go."

Yan Xiu's disordered breathing filled his chest, he gritted his teeth, shook his head and said, "No, don't..."

The silver-white blade was almost sunk into the flesh of Yan Xiu's neck, and bright red blood leaked out.

"I count to five, this is the only chance, the last way."

That person is not as tall as Yan Xiu, but it seems that Yan Xiu cannot escape. Chen Bizhen felt more and more strange, but his thoughts were occupied by worry, and he didn't dare to take the risk of guessing for a while.

Chen Bizhen raised his arm and put the sword around his neck. He looked into Yan Xiu's eyes, but he couldn't understand much from there; .

"Five, four..."

Chen Bizhen never thought that he would make such a hasty decision on life and death, he was terrified, but he couldn't help it.

The man said "three", but left a gradually weakened ending sound, Yan Xiu almost fell down, but the person who was holding him just now fell to the ground long ago, unconscious.

There was still a tree behind, and beside the tree stood a woman with a sharp knife in her hand. She had big eyes, and when she lifted her eyelids, she saw a pair of amber eyes.

It's Jiang Niao.

"He's dead, you guys go away." Jiang Niao's lips were pale, and the hand holding the knife was stained with blood, she whispered in herdsman's language.

Chen Bizhen held Yan Xiu's wrist, and Yan Xiu said, "Hurry up and go."

Jiang Niao is not a person who often kills, trembling all over, tightly holding the knife that she once gave to Chen Bizhen, the sheath of the horn, inlaid with gems, she urged: "Go! I am familiar with this place, I can handle it. "

Chen Bizhen bowed to her and thanked her in herdsman's language, after that, he left the forest with Yan Xiu.

About four miles away is a circular lake with clear water like a mirror. There is a thatched pavilion beside the water.

A man came out of the pavilion. He was wearing a thin white shirting robe, tall and thin, with a jade bracelet on his hand. After resting for a while, he went to the lake, took a cup of water, and drank it.

It was tasteless, and he couldn't even taste the rusticity. He took another pinch of water and splashed it on his face.

This time, he was finally half awake.

He didn't know this place, and he had never been here before.

The soldier who was hit by three poisoned arrows was lying on the bed in the tent with his eyes closed.

The lamp is lit in the daytime, as if it has no lighting effect, but it is necessary to rely on it to add light during treatment.The helper stood with his back and looked for medicinal materials from the basket. He said, "It's been five days. I don't know if I can live...but I still have to trust you."

"What do you believe in me?" Yan Xiu asked slowly.

"Believe in the title of a famous doctor in Shantou." The helper put the medicinal herbs into the stone mortar and crushed them heavily.

Everything is normal. In this tent, some people failed to save their lives, and some people miraculously survived. The helper still said: "After tonight, I can rest, and someone else will come over."

Yan Xiu was silent for a long while before answering: "Yes."

Someone sang not far away, it was a man's rough voice, it seemed too desolate for the atmosphere here, the helper didn't ask any more questions or make statements, so Yan Xiu naturally didn't have a chance to answer.

It was still sunny outside.

The helper finished making the medicine and turned around. He wanted to say something to Yan Xiu, but found that there was no space behind him. When he was confused, he went up to look at the lying person, but was surprised, astonished, and panicked, and his face instantly turned pale.

I saw blood soaked a large area of ​​the mattress, and it was still flowing continuously. The bed was full of red, and later even the ground was also.And the wounded soldier sleeping on the bed had a long cut in his left chest, revealing his white bones...

On the side of his head, there is a bright red heart that is still shaking.

Jiangniao's father went to Qianling City to sell the sheepskins and buy some grain.

Originally, only Jiang Niao was at home, but now there is someone else, she came out of the fake skin, showing the most authentic and lively appearance.

That person was originally a woman, handsome and beautiful, with big eyes and raised eyebrows, her wound was on the back, but fortunately Jiang Niao was a novice murderer, so the wound was not fatal.

The house was a thick cowhide tent, with an oil lamp lit inside. Jiang Niao held the knife in one hand and the woman's hand in the other. She asked, "Why did you pretend to be a man? Why did you want that man to die?"

The woman opened her eyes slightly, but shook her head without answering.

Jiang Niao knew that she didn't understand, so she didn't ask again, she stood up and turned off the light.

It was almost dusk, and the sky was getting darker. Before his father came back, the sound of horseshoes came from outside the tent. Jiang Niao covered the face of the woman on the bed with a gauze, and then opened the door to go out.

"Did you bring your knife?" Yan Xiu actually asked in fluent herdsman language.

He came on horseback and changed into different clothes from the daytime. He was dressed elegantly and cleanly. When Jiangniao was silent, he said, "Put your knife under your feet."

"Why should I let it go?" Jiang Niao asked.

She was puzzled and a little scared, but everything that happened today strengthened her courage.

Yan Xiu approached, leaned into her ear, and said, "You gave him the knife, do you know who he is from me? Have you ever thought about it?"

Holding the knife tightly in one hand, Jiang Niao turned her face and stared at Yan Xiu. She suppressed her panic and said, "I don't know."

Suddenly, Yan Xiu made a move, clamped Jiang Niao's hands behind his back, and snatched her knife, he said: "Don't say that those who don't know are innocent, you can tell the truth at a glance, but why did you give him the knife? What other means? Female cousin."

Jiang Niao's forehead was dripping with sweat, and she said loudly, "I never felt that you had any malice towards anyone. He returned the knife later, so I didn't bother me anymore. I really don't understand why you hate me."

The cry of the 15-year-old girl was suppressed in the open space before sunset. Jiang Niao’s eyes were blindfolded. She was forced to mount a horse and sit in front of Yan Xiu. Yan Xiu whispered in her ear: “I want to take you Go before him and kill you with your own hands."

Jiang Niao was really puzzled, why Yan Xiu suddenly changed his personality, even, she could speak fluent herdsman dialect, she naturally didn't know the relationship between Yan Xiu and Chen Bizhen, she only knew that Chen Bizhen returned the knife, but she didn't know. like her.

"I never think too badly about people's hearts, especially for someone like you who has studied." Jiang Niao said.

Yan Xiu laughed and said: "What's so great about a scholar? A gentleman is not judged by how much he has learned. There are no rewards for being a gentleman. Few people are willing to really be a gentleman."

Jiang Niao was silent for a while, and finally asked: "What is the relationship between you two?"

"It's a disgusting relationship, an abominable relationship," he lowered his voice, changed his breath, and said, "a relationship like husband and wife."

The sunset glow is fiery red, and the reflection in the river is also fiery red.

Chen Bizhen was standing by the river before he came back from patrolling. This was the place Bieqian had agreed with Yan Xiu, and when he saw a horse approaching in the distance, Chen Bizhen waved to it.

The horse was getting closer, and the figure on the horse was also getting closer, and no matter how close, Chen Bichen noticed that there was a light-hearted woman on the horse's back.

Yan Xiu got off the horse, and dragged her down almost carelessly.

[This round is not finished]