Tianying

On the back, with the baptism of these gazes, he cheered up 12 points, facing the moody emperor.

He couldn't figure out where Xuanzong came from, and he was very worried.Seeing Yang Guozhong's signature upturned mouth, he couldn't help but shudder.

When the crowd had dispersed, Tang Xuanzong casually picked the seasonal melons and fruits in the dial: "I heard that there is a hidden sword villa on the rivers and lakes, and a famous sword conference will be held soon?"

Li Chengen held his breath, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Is there a sword letter for invitation? Aiqing has one, do you have one?" Xuanzong asked very straightforwardly, straight to the point, sitting high on the dragon chair, not caring about Li Chengen's reaction.

Li Chengen only felt his heart sinking: "...Yes, Your Majesty."

"Aiqing, would you like to give it to me?" Xuanzong seemed to say casually, his tone was full of the emperor's unquestionable and irrefutable.

Li Chengen thought he had heard wrong.The atmosphere in the hall was silent for a while, Xuanzong smiled and said: "Aiqing is not willing? What kind of sword post makes Aiqing so precious, how about showing it to me?"

Although he had a smile on his face, but if there was any substance to the cold light in his eyes, Li Chengen felt as if he was falling into an ice cellar, counting the cold winter.

Li Chengen found it difficult to breathe.His hands were clenched until his knuckles turned white, he closed his eyes slightly, and his voice was soft and low, stagnant like rust, and his words were bone-chilling: "... I am, I am willing."

He pulled his cheeks with difficulty and smiled: "I don't know, Your Majesty." He fumbled with his hands, groping for the dark layer in the sleeves. Those hands had faced several barbarians before, and they never wavered: "I don't know, Your Majesty, why did you suddenly favor me?" Let’s talk about these trifles.”

His hand touched the corner of the post, and his heart was pierced for a moment.

Xuanzong watched him offer the neatly folded paper with both hands, thinking that he was too slow, and joked casually: "When did Li Aiqing dawdle like this?" He took the post with no regrets, almost Unfolded it, glanced at it casually, and put it on the table. The post didn't even have a single wrinkle on the paper, and it was wet and wrinkled when it was stained with some tea on the table.

"What is it that I should be so cherished by my two fierce generals?" Xuanzong thought he was joking, and laughed a few times: "I have never been plated with gold and inlaid with jade, to be so cherished by Li Aiqing, and Yang Aiqing came to ask me for it in person." want."

Li Chengen only felt that the golden palace was cramped everywhere, with sharp edges and corners, squeezing and surrounding him from all sides, there was nowhere to escape, no way to escape.He felt that with the weight of that thin piece of paper leaving him, his whole being seemed to be an empty shell, empty.

It seemed like everything about him left him at that moment.

He simply didn't know how he managed to continue talking: "Your Majesty, but General Shence Yang, do you want this post from Weichen?"

Xuanzong was keenly aware of the slight inaccuracy in his tone, and frowned displeasedly: "Yes." In his opinion, this was just a trivial matter: "General Yang told me the day before yesterday that he had a lieutenant general who learned swords, I really want to go to this famous sword competition to open my eyes, but there is no place. I think you also use guns, and it is useless to ask for this sword invitation, so it is better to ask Yang Aiqing for all."

Li Chengen put his head on the ground, and smiled heartily: "Yes." He clasped his palm with one hand, and all the blood gushed out along the fingernails that were a few centimeters into the flesh, and he repeated: "Yes."

Ye Ying.

He moved his lips and said the name silently.

The sword made by Ye Ying, Can Xue.It takes three years to seek iron, and it will be completed in six years.It may be won by God.

He has both hands, but he can't take back the sword post in the emperor's hand.He has two feet, but he can't go to Suzhou and Hangzhou, which is thousands of miles away.He has both eyes, but he cannot see Ye Ying.

For a moment, Li Chengen only felt that his bone marrow was icy cold.The sense of powerlessness and the tearing loss in his heart were like profound thunder, piercing him from head to toe.He was trapped in the shell of the leader of the Tiance Mansion, and he could only watch another thunderbolt brewing to strike, but he couldn't run away like he did when he was a boy.

Missed this one, wait any longer?Wait for the next ten years?

Li Chengen stood up and looked back at the way he had come. His mind was blank, but there were words and sentences, repeating and repeating:

"Today, the snow is thin, the scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou is rare, and the broken bridge has been covered."

"Ye Wei returned to the village, carrying a sword girl. Father was furious."

"Ye Meng left the village but has not returned."

"People enter the customs, disturb."

"Now that the order has been broken, how is the general?"

……

He could almost see the man with a little red on his forehead, sitting in front of the desk with a calm expression, writing down every single word.

The hair that hangs down sweeps across the gold-sprinkled letter paper.

The Suhe burned in the house has smoked the ink marks on the aisle.

Half a piece of residual flower that was mistakenly caught in the middle.

A streamer sealed in a letter.

Li Chengen wanted to see him.

I want to see this young and reticent Ye Ying, I want to see Ye Ying who can serve guests with a glass of white water, I want to see him holding a sword and watching flowers, I want to see him smiling with downcast eyes.

I want to touch his blind eyes with my own hands.

But not.

He has touched the tassel of sword in the dark drawer for ten years, and it is so old that the silk sash is falling off and scattered with gold, but he still can't see Ye Ying.

Ten years, then another decade, and another, and another.

Obviously only a piece of paper was missing from his sleeve, but what he lost was far more than just a piece of paper.

It has to be a dream.

After all, Cao Xueyang was a woman, and she was much more careful than a man. Seeing that Li Chengen was in an unusual mood, after he returned to the camp, he made some tea.

Li Chengen was holding a very old sword tassel at that time.It is old, so old that the tassels on it are almost gone, and the bright yellow dyed by the silk is peeling off in different shades; but even though it is old, the bright jewels and jade on it still radiate light.Li Chengen stared at Palm Sword Sui without a trace of expression on his face.

Cao Xueyang put the tea on the table, saw him tossing the tassel, and said casually: "Commander, let me tie it up again, it's too old." Seeing that Li Chengen didn't respond, he reached out to get it .

Li Chengen dodged away immediately.Unexpectedly, Cao Xueyang showed a bit of embarrassment on his face.Li Chengen was also embarrassed, and smoothed things over: "I didn't expect the majestic General Xuanwei to be able to tie tassels." But his hands were quick, and he put away the tassels.

Cao Xueyang followed suit, but his eyes dimmed unavoidably.

Li Chengen watched Cao Xueyang's slim figure go away, and spread out the letter paper:

"Aying."

He suddenly realized that at some point, his address to Ye Ying in the letter had quietly changed to Ah Ying.Neither of them seemed to realize that the title was allowed to remain.

But Li Chengen knew that this Ah Ying was definitely not his young and dimly emotional, sister Ah Ying.

He is Ye Ying.It's just Ye Ying, Ye Ying himself.The gentleman of the West Lake, the crane is in the shape of a pine.

"The emperor is going to leave my sword post."

He originally wanted to continue writing a few words of apology, but the pen paused at the top.When he looked at the words he wrote, he was unable to continue.

Ah Ying, I'm sorry.

I can't come.

He covered his face and slumped in the chair as if all his strength had been drained.His mouth was silent and he only said Ye Ying.

No one in Tiance Mansion could understand the feelings of the leader at this moment.Because, except for the pigeon, no living creature knew of the secret correspondence between their leader and the owner of the hidden sword villa in Suhang Wanli.

How can understand.

Li Chengen looked around, and suddenly felt a burst of exhaustion and chills welling up in his bones.

The world is lonely.

Some things, have long been there, are destined.

Chapter eight

In the ninth year of Tianbao, Nanzhao rebelled against the Tang Dynasty.

……

Ye Ying could no longer see things.

Now that he woke up from his coma, he vaguely knew that he had been plotted against.But the surroundings are completely unfamiliar, and he has no way of knowing where he is.

The last memory stays in the dragon slaying meeting, a cup of tea he drank.

He could hear the back and forth of heavy iron and wood in the distance, and he could hear the crowd of people around him, and the silence was chilling.He stretched out his hand and groped with five fingers to find a piece of wet and cold ground, but there was no sword he had held in his hand for many years.

Even the meridians all over his body were empty for several layers. Ye Ying tried to circulate her inner breath, but it was difficult and stagnant, just like when he was still blocked ten years ago.

His mind was not disturbed, and he tried to stand up in the darkness, without opening his eyes, it was unnecessary.

As soon as he exerted his strength, someone approached from his side—seven or eight people pressed his shoulders together, twisted his hands, and pushed him back to the ground with force.

Ye Ying hit the ground, originally she still had the confusion after the medicine in her mind, but after being thrown like this, her hands and feet hit the hard patterned ground, but she became more awake.He didn't resist, and sat back on the ground obediently, without moving.

The surrounding people were calm again.Ye Ying deduced that he was guarded in this place.He tentatively squeezed his fingers—without internal strength and without a sword, he was really not used to it.

He settled down again.The sound of Tiemu Dundi in the distance is still monotonous and heavy, and if you listen carefully, it seems that there are organic sounds; however, the surrounding people are silent, only a strange smell from the nose mixed with the unpleasant smell of medicine , stays for a long time.

Ye Ying began to recall where she had smelled this smell before.He was sitting and adjusting his breath for a while, the true energy inside was still vain, but he remembered what this smell was.

It stinks of corpses.It was still dead for many days, rotting and maggot-grown corpses, more than one, the smell of soaking.

He had never smelled that weird medicinal fragrance.

He didn't know where he was, who his opponent was, and what the purpose of arresting him was.Everything is unknown, he can only continue to adjust his breath, hoping to recover as soon as possible.At least, he can grasp enough power to protect himself in the current predicament.

Ye Ying closed her eyes and said nothing, sitting cross-legged, four