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Feng Chen blinked and said, "Prince Feng wants to kill me, so I can only seek refuge in Liguo."

Qi Yan looked at him with some puzzlement, and Feng Chen told him about the fact that King Feng sent him to assassinate Li Xiruo, but secretly forced Li Xiruo to kill him, but the fact that he and Li Xiruo had known each other before was naturally a secret down.

Qi Yan pondered for a long time, then slowly said: "Since the monarch took the throne, he has always wanted to win over you, and he often called you back to the palace. It has been quite silent. But the monarch insisted on it again and again, and you came here alone every time, so the courtiers gradually stopped objecting. Unexpectedly, you have been doing these things secretly. If all the officials know about this, I'm afraid that no matter what, you won't be allowed to communicate."

Feng Chen snorted: "He wants to kill me now, presumably because he is already tired of this tepid 'Huairou' strategy, and instead wants to eradicate me directly, and then take it back to Beiling. This is considered It's as you wish."

Qi Yan didn't take it for granted: "As long as you occupy Beiling for a day, there will always be a knife hanging on the head of the feudal people. The court can't just sit back and do nothing, it's just a matter of time."

"Actually, I didn't want to do anything. Occupying Beiling is just for self-protection. If there is no Beiling and the Beiling Army, who knows what the court will do to me." Feng Chen pursed his lips, looking There was a trace of grievance: "The people of Fengguo shouldn't die, so should I die?"

Qi Yan stared at him in silence for a long time, then poured a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp, then put down the glass and sighed silently after drinking.

"Teacher, the past is a foregone conclusion, no matter what you do, you can't change it, but you need to think about the future, you are on a road of no return, if you turn back soon, you can turn around There is no room for you, if you insist on going your own way..."

Qi Yan shook his head and stopped talking.

Feng Chen smiled, picked up the jug, and filled the two wine glasses.

"I can't turn back."

He raised the wine glass, slightly raised his hand towards Qi Yan, and then swallowed the wine with a "gulu", as if he had swallowed all the other words, leaving only this sentence.

Feng Chen put down his wine glass and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Now that I have come to this point, I will not expect Feng Guo to let me go, and similarly, I will no longer have nostalgia for Feng Guo. After the fight is over, Feng Guo and I will also settle our grievances, and there will be no more ties with each other from now on."

"Teacher." Feng Chen poured a glass of wine, then stood up, raised the wine glass with both hands and bowed slightly towards Qi Yan: "This time, I deliberately took a detour to Juchan just to see you. This is the last glass of wine that I will offer you."

Feng Chen lifted his robe, knelt down on the ground with one knee, held his wine glass high above his head, and said in a serious tone: "Master's kindness is so great, this disciple will never forget it for the rest of his life."

Qi Yan looked at him silently, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to hold the wine glass, the reddish candlelight swayed on his face, and for a moment, he seemed to have changed a lot.He pursed the corner of his mouth, and gradually clenched the glass with his hand, then lifted the glass, raised his head, and poured all the wine into his belly.

Feng Chen stood up: "I no longer expect Feng Guo to be merciful to my subordinates, and I don't want to make it difficult for the teacher, so I didn't intend to ask the teacher to open the city gate for us this time, so that we can pass through the huge gate without any effort. Yanguan."

Qi Yan stared at him blankly.

Feng Chen continued: "Now I only have [-] soldiers in my hands, and there is a feudal army behind me, and the giant army has as many as [-]. The city has enough food and grass, and is on the defensive. If I attack by force, it will be like hitting a stone with a pebble. , there is absolutely no chance of winning, so I would like to ask the teacher to lead the army out of the city to fight. In this battle, neither you nor I will use any tricks, and we will fight with force. If I win by luck, it means that I am going the right way Now, if you lose unfortunately, it means..." Feng Chen smiled: "I was really wrong."

Qi Yan didn't answer, but just looked at him seriously, with an extraordinarily dignified expression.

Feng Chen stood motionless, his slender figure turned into a silhouette, which was printed on the snow-white wall.

The room was as still as still water.

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Yan put his hands behind his back, walked back and forth in the room for a few steps, then raised his head and looked out the window.

Wei Lingmen is majestic and unmoving, just like every day, day, month, and month in the past thousands of years.

But the scene in the city has changed, the things have changed, and the people have also changed.

The soaring flames of war that once burned in the city have long been extinguished, and more than [-] years of self-cultivation have finally brought about today's peace. If the horn of war is sounded again, this hard-won peace will surely be destroyed.

Feng Chen lowered his head slightly, with a faint smile on his lips: "If the teacher refuses to leave the city, I can only attack by force. When the time comes, it will inevitably hurt the people in the city."

Qi Yan looked at him with a complicated expression, Feng Chen glanced at him, and continued: "If you go out of the city to fight again, the people will not be implicated. And..." Feng Chen looked at him without blinking. Painted on Qiyan, his deep voice was extremely thick, as if it could hit people's hearts heavily: "I have ordered the generals under my command that if I am really defeated, the Pingnan Army and Beiling Army will give up resistance and come to vote with all their strength. The life and death of the two armies will all be handled by the teacher, and there will be no complaints."

Qi Yan looked at Feng Chen for a while, opened his mouth, but closed his mouth hesitantly, and continued to pace back and forth in the room.

Feng Chen poured a glass of wine and drank it slowly.

The wine passed down his throat, causing his Adam's apple to move.

Qi Yan stopped.

"Teacher, old man, fight with me." Standing in front of Feng Chen, he looked at him fixedly, as if he had made a lot of determination to convince himself to say these words.

Feng Chen laughed, poured a glass of wine and held it in front of him: "One battle, life or death."

Qi Yan took the wine glass, glanced at Feng Chen, raised his hand, raised his head sharply, and drank the wine neatly.

Feng Chen stood up: "I'll see you at the gate of the city tomorrow at Maoshi."

Qi Yan looked at him and nodded slowly.

"Then I'll go back first." Feng Chen flicked his sleeves, raised his hand as a salute, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Tuer..." Qi Yan suddenly grabbed his arm.

Feng Chen turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Qi Yan held his hand tightly, looked at him carefully, and then gradually let go of his hand after watching for a long time, but said nothing, only sighed softly, "Go back and have a good rest."

Feng Chen nodded.

Qi Yan sent him all the way to the gate of the city, Feng Chen rode on his horse, and led the soldiers who came with him to the other side of the wilderness.

The blue-gray clouds drifted away, dividing the quiet moonlight into flowing shadows that were sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

The running figure had completely disappeared, but Qi Yan was still standing beside the huge city gate, staring straight ahead.

"General..." A general stepped forward: "I have already left, the general should go back to the city."

"Look at it for a while longer." His cold star-like eyes were imprinted with light moonlight, and for a moment, it seemed that all the majesty that a teacher or a general should have was washed away, and there was only one person left. A loving father looks at the reluctance of his children when they leave home.

He sighed, and in the vast world, it seemed that only his quiet voice was left: "After tomorrow, I may never see you again in this lifetime."