Poor little in the Shura field

It felt as if it had entered deep winter overnight.

Because of the hasty escape, no one took Mrs. Tang with her, and the people in the car were so cold that their teeth chattered. In the general silence, it seemed that they could even hear the sound of creaking and rubbing.

Xue Yu wanted to lift the curtain to take a look at the miserable situation outside, but he stretched out his hands, but he didn't have the courage. He bit the flesh in his mouth, trying to stabilize the dirt that was about to jump out of his throat. At this moment, he heard a sound from outside. A high-pitched howl.

"It's Guard Cen."

"Why is Guard Cen here?"

Xue Yu pursed her lower lip in a daze, and before she could look up, the groom stopped, and then the curtain was raised, and he was surrounded by a big palm, following the hug of that hand, he went from the carriage to the back of another horse in a blink of an eye superior.

The slightly wet eyelashes trembled, and Xue Yu called out in confusion: "Cen Guixuan?"

Her bosom is soft and warm to the touch, and her head is sweaty and her little face is sticky with hair sticking to her temples. Now that Cen Guixuan is close to Xue Yu, his face will still be red and hot, but right now he also makes it red and hot. I'm going somewhere."

The man who came back from the battlefield was also weather-beaten, his armor was cold and soaked with wet blood, and when he spoke, his voice was no longer as clean as before.

Xue Yu didn't struggle, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Cen Guixuan: "Prison."

Xue Yu thought he heard it wrong, but seeing the seriousness of the man's expression, he was a little dumbfounded: "...Are you going to lock me up?"

"No."

Cen Guixuan hastily denied it. He held the reins and fixed his eyes strictly on the square. It seemed that in this way, he would not be disturbed by the sharks. He explained: "We have to go through a critical moment to go to Lanshui Mountain. Now the coalition forces have surrounded Daxin. It's their people, they can't even fly out, and if they want to leave, they have to get a customs certificate."

"The one who found the certificate of customs clearance now is Lou Qingcheng in the prison."

Xue Yu glanced at the rushing scenery around her, and said hesitantly: "But going to the prison is not this way."

Cen Guixuan rolled his throat and swallowed his fishy breath: "It's this road. Your Majesty was afraid that there would still be rebellious parties in Beijing, so he relied on the city defense map to rescue people, so he didn't send Lou Qingcheng to the prison in Beijing. Instead, they were locked up in a prison in a small county."

Xue Yu hummed softly: "Understood... Aren't you sore?"

The man paused slightly: "What?"

Xue Yu lowered her eyes.

His eyes settled on the two arms that were far apart on both sides of his waist, as if what would happen if he touched him, the man raised his elbows so far that even if he flicked the reins, he couldn't touch his flesh.

The redness spread all over the neck, but luckily it was covered by the coagulated blood. Others could not see the clue. The man pursed the corners of his lips, like red hot wood, and said in a low voice: "It's not sour."

I thought it would get better after this.

But dozens of them are gone, and he still seems strange.

Xue Yu had something to worry about, she nodded, and didn't care about Cen Guixuan anymore, but she didn't notice his distraction either.

The road to the prison was so difficult, shoulders rubbed against each other, and Ma finally found a way to go. When he got to the door, Xue Yu found that all the guards in the prison ran for their lives except the prisoners.

The prison was empty and silent, and when Xue Yu walked in, there were clear footsteps. He looked blankly at the black prisoners who suddenly had hot eyes and stretched out their hands to grab the corner of his clothes. really here?"

Cen Guixuan stood beside Xue Yu, blocked him, pushed his hand away with the hilt of his sword, and said in a low voice: "Yes, he is locked in the last room."

Hearing this, Xue Yu swallowed, and walked to the end with the man, and then he saw Lou Qingcheng.

In the gloomy solitary cell, Lou Qingcheng sat on the dry thatched grass with his knees bent, one hand resting on his kneecap, his head slightly lowered, under his messy black hair was an extremely cold face, next to him was full of food and water.

"Pei Xueyu?" Hearing the voice, Lou Qingcheng raised his head. After seeing Xueyu, his expression was weird for a moment, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

seems not

Seeing Cen Guixuan as normal, he focused on Xue Yu.

Xue Yu pursed her lips, and said in a low voice: "...Do you have a customs certificate on you?"

After thinking for a second, Lou Qingcheng understood his purpose for this, and immediately became furious: "Why should I give it to you? I gave it to you, so that you can sleep and fly with this new boy?"

"..." Cen Guixuan was startled, and quickly glanced at Xue Yu beside him. The redness on his neck could no longer be hidden. After all, he couldn't listen to swear words, and said to Lou Qingcheng sternly: "Be careful."

Lou Qingcheng was so angry that his face was livid, and all self-cultivation in his mind disappeared: "Be careful, what are you?"

Come together with Pei Xueyu and ask him for the escape letter, and tell him to be cautious?why not?

Xue Yu frowned and said, "Swearing..."

At that moment, Lou Qingcheng saw Xue Yu, who was standing in for someone else, and wanted to rush out to make that little face turn red. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say that you like everything I look like? Why, I said You hurt after he said a few words?"

Xue Yu didn't understand him, so he said it so clearly, Lou Qingcheng still likes it one by one: "So, I don't like it now."

Lou Qingcheng gritted his back teeth and tried his best to hold back the strange emotions. He paused every word: "Pei Xueyu, you are so kind, you came to ask me for something, and you just talk to me like this?"

Xue Yu raised her head: "Then what do you want me to say?"

His white and soft face is raised a little, his eyes are like water, he has been on the road for a long time, his chin is a little gray, he looks obedient, and he is incompatible with this place. He will stay in this prison for eighteen years. None of them will work.

Lou Qingcheng's face became weird again, he turned his head, and his tone was unclear: "I said, if you want to be with me again, I don't care about it. When the time comes, I will give you whatever you want."

Xue Yu: "..."

Feeling that he won't be able to get a clearance certificate from him, Xue Yu pursed her lips and said to Cen Guixuan, "Let's go."

It's okay not to go back to Lanshui Mountain, because he won't stay here forever, even if he doesn't want to, it doesn't matter.

There was a muggy dampness in the prison, and it was uncomfortable to stay. Xue Yu didn't look at Lou Qingcheng again, turned around and wanted to leave, but before he lifted his feet, a voice that was about to gnaw his teeth came from behind: "Stop."

Without turning his head, a paper book was thrown out and fell to his feet.

Lou Qingcheng's face turned pale, and he said coldly: "Take the things and go, and they will appear in front of my eyes in the future."

Xue Yu was stunned for a moment, then picked up the pass, and suddenly thought of something: "Thank you... what about you?"

Lou Qingcheng had a cold face. He didn't bother to talk to him at first, but he replied thoughtfully: "Fuck you, I don't need that."

Xue Yu believed it, said a word of thanks in a low voice, squeezed the ultimatum tightly, took two steps outside the prison, and couldn't help but turn around and ask: "...Lou Qingcheng, why did you come to the capital to do this?"

There was a hint of hatred in the man's eyes, and he sneered and said, "Haven't you heard that the merman caught by the emperor for rape is my mother, why do you think I am?"

Xue Yu didn't speak any more, he picked up the key chain left by the jailer on the ground, unlocked it for Lou Qingcheng, and then left the prison with Cen Guixuan.

Cen Guixuan didn't say much, took Xue Yu onto the horse, clamped the horse's belly, and ran towards the border.

At the border, several Zhuo soldiers took turns guarding. Cen Guixuan got off his horse, handed the customs certificate and a bag of silver to Xue Yu, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, I won't send you to Lanshui Mountain, I have to go back …There will be a carriage outside the pass, just take the money and ask him to take you to Lanshui Mountain."

Xue Yu frowned: "Do you have to go back?"

Everyone knows how pessimistic the situation is now. This time, it can be said that it will be ninety-one lives.

Cen Guixuan nodded and said, "Yes, I must go back."

For the sake of the child, but also for the sake of justice.

Xue Yu lowered her head, a little at a loss.

Obviously, it may not end like this.

Cen Guixuan finally took care of Xue Yu, took a deep look at him, got on the horse, and the horse's hooves

Stepping over, the dust rose high, and quickly, the man disappeared into the distance. When he came, he came silently, and it was the same when he left.

Xue Yu withdrew her gaze, squeezed the ultimatum and glanced at the guards at the border gate. Before she could decide whether to go out or not, the system that hadn't appeared in her mind for a long time suddenly said: [It has been detected that one of the protagonist's attackers is dead, and the host is about to leave the world. . 】

Xue Yu was startled: "...dead?"

...Cen Guixuan just left, so it's Yun Kang?How can the plot be so wrong that even the main characters can?

The system said: [Yes, there was an accident. 】

Xue Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the process of leaving the world was about to start. He had already faintly felt the strong dizziness that he would feel every time he left. He shook his head, pulled himself together and asked, "What accident?"

For a second when his vision was blurred by a strong white light, he heard the system's dispassionate electronic voice: [When I checked the world, I found a book that shouldn't be here, reported it to the main system, and then they told me , someone forcibly broke into the world. 】

【I haven't caught that person yet, so I don't know his age, appearance, or identity. Let's be more clear. 】

[His purpose is to make the protagonist Gongshou of each world disappear. 】

……

Cen Guixuan rushed back to the battlefield, but it was too late.

There were cold corpses all over the place.

There is still a small group of people who are fighting in a corner, but in front of the huge number of enemy troops, their struggle seems meaningless. The sword pierced through the chest, and the soldier spat blood and said to him indistinctly: " General Cen, run—"

But after all, he didn't run away.

In the tenth year of Daxin, he died.

After all, this dynasty that relied on places to eat didn't exist for too long. After a few years of glory, it was divided into one.

Rivers of blood flowed everywhere, Zhuo Jun dreamed of this, they were excited, they howled, no matter which strong general's head they took, they would hang him high on the city wall, and tell all the people in the most tragic way, your The king is about to change.

Those who did not escape were sobbing. All they did was to watch their homeland be occupied, and the sons of the defeated country could not escape the fate of being taken away as slaves.

It was hard to tell who was crying, and they were shackled one by one by the sharp-eyed Zhuo Jun, and they were about to go to another country.

"Hurry up! The people behind keep up!"

"Is it because you can't move your feet? Do you still want someone to save you? Think about it. If no one saves you, your emperor is gone!"

"What do you stare at, just let it go."

"If you want to blame it, blame your fate, why did you want to be born in Daxin?"

Yes, who told them to be born in Daxin? Born at the wrong time, with bad luck, and captured by stronger people, this is the way of the world.

On the snow-covered mountain road, people and dragons were driven by Zhuo Jun to walk slowly, clanging iron chains were ringing, and a cold wind was blowing. This small place was suddenly shrouded in despair.

And this time.

pat, pat.

A tall, thin man appeared on the battlefield, wearing the armor of the Xin army.

He was a prisoner of war captured by Zhuo Jun, and he was ordered to clean up the battlefield. The snow was too heavy, and he hadn't eaten for a long time. He stepped into the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, breathing out milky hot air with every step.

As soon as he was done, he stepped on countless remains in just a few steps, his eyes went from panic at the beginning to despair and numbness at the end.

Zhuo Jue has strict requirements on these prisoners of war. He must find a certain amount of spoils, so that this humble life can be saved. If he finds the corpse of an important general of the Xin Kingdom and turns him in, he will still have a chance to become an official in Zhuo Jue. get rich.

He still has a son and a daughter in his family, his wife is gentle and virtuous, and his sons and daughters are white and fat. Now he doesn't know where they have fled to and whether they are still alive. He has to live, and he will go to them if he can.

Thinking of his children and wives, the hesitation and panic in his eyes were driven away by a firm emotion. He wiped away the hot blood from his cheeks, bowed his head and carefully searched for weapons.

"……what?"

In the messy river of blood, he caught a very familiar body.

He said he was familiar with him, but in fact he was not. His official position was too small, and he only saw a man on horseback when he set off for a war. relief.

Or a large sum of silver, or a cotton coat to keep warm from the cold, or food to fill the stomach.

When Zhuo Xin was fighting, he was too busy to take care of it, and blocked a lot of swords for the soldiers.

So this battle took so long.

Everyone is willing to charge for him.

pat, pat.

Someone else came again, the prisoner of war pulled away from his memories, quickly turned the man over to cover that sharp, pale and stern face, he was trying to find something to cover it, his eyes rolled down, suddenly A glimpse of red.

The man held a red rope in his hand.

Even he could tell that it was a cheap piece, and the real one might not be good or bad, let alone this one, but the man clenched his lips tightly, his thin lips straightened, as if he was feeling sorry for someone.

……

A few hours later, Zhuo Jue set fire to the battlefield where he could no longer find anything. The flames burned high and lasted for a long time.

The overlapping corpses on the ground slowly turned into dust and soil.

On this day, it snowed heavily in Changnan.