Tianying

It was as if he was touching the most precious, most fragile, yet most difficult thing to let go of in his life. Although Li Chengen was a man to the letter, he was also the leader of the Tiance Mansion.

He kept Ye Ying's letter.It was a thick box, but when he was attacked at night tonight, the fire started from his tent first.

The loess and bones are turned into ashes.

Li Chengen didn't care about his distress, he just rushed out of the side tent, rushed to Tang Xuanzong's main tent, stood eight feet across his chest, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Guard—guard—!!"

He has lost too much.Yang Ning is dead.Uncle Qin is dead.Xueyang is dead.Some of his tens of thousands of brothers died where he could see them, and some died of hatred at the Wanli Pass.

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was neatly dressed in bunts, her eyes were full of stubbornness, and she insisted on relying on the plan to not go, she followed the horse and beat horse thieves, she was the female general of Xuanwei appointed by the Holy Majesty.

There was once a man who stretched out his hand when he was most desperate and helpless, grasped his hand generously, and told him, your father is a hero.

Once upon a time there was a young boy with handsome features, wielding a gun neatly, laughing heartily, and kicking horses, he said: "General, I want to fight you to death!"

……

Once upon a time there was a man.

He met when he was a teenager, met again when he was an adult, and met again when he was middle-aged.Counting by pinching fingers, we met only three times.

But his eyes were so bright when looking at him, and his sword shone with a different brilliance.He told him that "it is necessary for Ye Mou to accompany him with a sword in his heart".

His hands caressed his face.He stared into his eyes.He lowered his hand, and the clear water in the celadon softened a pool of water, and was pushed in front of Li Chengen.

Li Chengen didn't know what was flowing on his face, it was hot and hot, hot and cold, maybe it was sweat or blood...

Or is it tears?

Is it tears?He will cry too?

The long wind howled and swept away his half-cut feather crown, his half-length black hair immediately scattered, and his vision became blurred.Suddenly he saw, under the incomplete Miezi blood flag, among the tangled tassels, a black iron arrow pierced the wind and pierced the clouds!

When he reacted, the arrow had smashed the front and rear mirrors of his bodyguard and passed through his chest.

cold.

Then, there is the severe pain of shattering.Every time his heart beat, it became more broken. Li Chengen saw the arrow protruding from his chest, with barbs and a faint cold light.

He looked at Xuanzong, who was being driven away by the carriage with a sad face, half kneeling on the ground, and smiled in a low voice.

He said: "Your Majesty," he tried his best to breathe steadily: "This time I escorted... I never thought of coming back alive."

In fact, these words are not all true, he still has a small hope in his heart.He changed Li Tang to a peaceful and prosperous age, and then changed to the master of Tibetan sword who will be more than half a year old, and a [-]-year-old Chen Yue.

He also knew it was impractical, but he just wanted to.

When he threw himself in front of Xuanzong to escort him, what he felt more was not the lingering and regret for life, but a kind of sincerity of "dust falling to the ground".

He had already thought about this ending thousands of times.And when it does come, it's not that hard to swallow.

only--

The playful acquaintance of the teenagers.

That time flowers fell in front of Tianze Tower.

That night, the long night pierced by Ye Ying's sword light.

Ye Ying's vigorous font.

Ye Ying was reticent.

Ye Ying said——

While he was still conscious, Li Chengen touched his close-fitting breastplate. A hard and cold jade was taken out by him, and instantly dyed Li Chengen's chest with black and red thick painstaking efforts. on the stone.

The sword tassel, which has lost all its tassels, is still there after a war.

Li Chengen finally showed a relieved smile, he pinched the jade between his trembling fingers, exhausted all his strength, and turned a jade into powder!

The strong wind blows away the sand at the fingertips.

The sound of horseshoes was still ringing in the distance, the barbarian's strange tone was still chattering, and his knees were kneeling limply. I don't know whose flesh and bones were trampled to pieces by the iron hooves... Li Chengen felt dizzy and tired, and his wounds The throbbing pain was no longer sharp, but sticky, pulling, and irritating... He leaned on the gun with one hand, and the tip of the gun stuck deep in the scorched earth, half kneeling, and gradually leaned his head against the cold gun.

Slowly closed my eyes.

If there is an afterlife...Ye Ying, if there is an afterlife...

But so that Dragon City Fei will be there,

Do not teach Huma Du Yinshan.

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