Chapter 427

On July 12, King Cheng and the king of Jiang'an Prefecture successively issued denunciations, bitterly accusing emperor Xiwen of immorality, and the princes were even more treacherous. They called it for the sake of the country and the country, complied with the will of heaven, and were willing to stand up and uphold orthodoxy.

Jiangnan and southwest China also began to be in chaos.

Yan Qi and others have searched back and forth along the road from Xiangyang to Nanyang for several times, but they have not seen the whereabouts of Ling Qingyu and Ying Jiu. They are so anxious that the corners of their mouths have blisters, and they have to take a lot of pills to stabilize their heart every day.

Seeing a tea pavilion on the roadside in front of him, Ying shisan grabbed Yan Qi's horse reins and said, "seventh master, have a rest."

Yan Qi wanted to shake his head. Seeing Ying thirteen, his eyes were red, his face was dusty, and his face was tired. He looked back at the night spirit and others behind him, nodded, and went to the tea pavilion.

Many people have been sitting in the tea pavilion, and two of them are motorcades coming down from the north.

"Chaos! Now there is chaos over there! We all came by detour. Xuchang fought so badly that the roads were blocked."

Road closure? Ying shisan's heart moved. Yan Qi and others came on horseback. Ye Pu and others also came directly during the chaos in Bian capital. But if Ling Qingyu and others came a few days late, would they also detour?

"Uncle!"

The middle-aged man was talking with people, and when he heard the call, he answered. He looked up and saw that it was a young man in a black suit. Although he was covered with dust, he still had extremely beautiful and bright eyes. He looked at him with a shallow smile and asked, "which way did you come from Xuchang?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and said, "we came from Fangcheng. We wanted to take Funiu Mountain, but I heard that it often rains in the mountain at this time, so we didn't go in."

"Funiu Mountain?"

"Yes, it's not disordered over there. It's relatively safe, but the mountain road is difficult to walk, and we have to detour for several days." As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, he saw the young man salute and thank him very politely. Then he returned to the group of people who had just sat down, who were also dusty in black clothes. After talking to the leader, the group lost their money on the table, wrapped some food with them, and rode on to the road of Funiu Mountain.

"It seems that they are looking for someone, but why didn't you tell them that there was a Rainstorm on the mountain a few days ago, and the road was broken, so it was impossible to get through?"

"I haven't had time to say this yet? But I don't know who it is? I'm afraid I've been looking for it for a long time?"

"You say they have been looking for them for many days and have run back and forth several times from my tea booth."

"Hey, now the war is in chaos. If you get lost, it's really hard to find, and you don't know who you're looking for."

After circling into Funiu Mountain from Zhenping and galloping along the mountain road for half a day, Yan Qi's heart ached again when he saw Ling Qingyu sitting by the big stone to rest.

It rained in the mountain for three days, and it took Ye Xi two days to recover to be able to move freely. The mountain road had been completely changed by the rainstorm. They suffered a lot all the way out, and the description was even more embarrassing.

Hearing the sound of horses' hoofs, Ling Qingyu put down his hand to shadow nine to close his hair, turned his head and looked. Seeing the group of people standing there, he thought he was dazzled, reached out and rubbed his eyes. When he opened it again, he was already held in a trembling embrace.

"Yan Qi..."

Ye Xi held a pheasant in his hand and a sword in the other hand. He stood three steps away and watched Yan Qi hold her in his arms. He only felt empty in his heart. Is it the end of a month and a half?

"Eleven?" Shadow thirteen explored shadow nine's breath, looked at Ye eleven, and called.

"Brother thirteen." Ye Xi restrained all his feelings and answered with a faint smile.

Two years ago, the Ling family bought a villa at the foot of Wolong peak. At this time, Xiangyang was also in a tense situation, but no one would pay attention to the villa in the remote gully.

There were still more than 400 Pro guards who withdrew from Bianjing. On the 16th night, except for ye Xi, who went to Dangxiang with Ye Ying, Ye Li and ye Xue, who stayed in the north, the rest followed Ye soul to find them. The shadow 13 in the red building brought twelve, and the others hid. Ying 10 in Jiangnan and Ying 2 in the training group stayed where they were. Calculated, the loss was mainly the pro guards and Meng Su's people.

And... Shadow nine

When she knew that Yan Qi and Zhao Yinfeng's men helped them escape, Ling Qingyu didn't make a sound for a long time. The only thought in her head was that the warm jade was finally worth it.

After a day's rest, Ling Qingyu and Yan Qiying went to Wolong peak and sent Ying Jiu and Cheng Jia to the hall of eternal life.

Looking at Cheng Jia's body returning to its original state, and Ying Jiu's body returning to its original state, Yan Qi sighed slightly. Seeing Ying thirteen's inquisitive eyes, Yan San nuzui whispered, "you see, he's still like that, but I'm old, which is a little unfair."

Ying was stunned, then smiled helplessly, shook his head, walked out of the hall of eternal life, and sat at the door.

Ying Jiu smiled happily. All the way, there was war and chaos all the way and he had to prevent being recognized. However hard it was, Ling Qingyu didn't leave him. When he met, his body was even the cleanest of the three.

Shadow nine, how happy would you be if you knew?

Yan San, gently scratched the outline of Yan San's face with her fingers. Ling Qingyu only felt that her heart was heavy and as uncomfortable as a boulder. Although she said it beautifully, she could accept any sacrifice, but how could she accept it? What should I do? Yan San

"Qingyu, this position is mine. Don't let others go." Yan Qi's teasing voice sounded beside him. Ling Qingyu was surprised to see his fingers beating the empty ice jade bed next to Yan San, with a bright smile on his face, and unconsciously said, "don't talk nonsense."

Yan Qi turned to face her, pressed his palm on her chest and said, "here, is there Cheng Jia and Ying Jiu now?"

Ling Qingyu felt a sudden pain in his heart. He turned to look at the two people. Yan Qi pulled her into his arms, and his palm was still close to her heart. "As long as you remember them, they will live forever and live in your heart. Qingyu, you are right. There are sacrifices in everything. Don't be too hard on yourself."

"Yan Qi..." her eyes were red, Ling Qingyu sniffled, nodded and said, "I know."

"I'm the same, Qingyu. When that day comes, don't be sad, just put me here. Come to see me when you have time, think about me occasionally, and then live well." Yan Qi bowed his head and kissed the tears from the corner of her eyes, saying, "that way, Yan Qi will be satisfied."

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Qiaokou town is located on the side of the Xiangjiang River, only 50 miles away from Changsha City. It is the best August season. Osmanthus fragrans and golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the continuous rice fields are golden yellow. It is another harvest year.

Old man Chen took his little grandson and hid behind the woodpile. He watched a dozen soldiers in his yard kick open the door and go in and overturn. Several soldiers pressed their daughter-in-law on the water mill, next to the body of their son with a woodknife.

Old man Chen clenched his teeth, clutching his grandson's mouth, quietly withdrew from his yard by the woodpile, and felt outside the town along the small canal beside the ridge.

There are soldiers with swords everywhere in the town. After kicking open the far door at will and breaking in, screams and curses rang out inside. Before long, several thick clouds of smoke rose in the sky, and then spread along those continuous houses.

"There are two more here!" Old man Chen, who was crawling stiffly, was surprised. He looked up and saw that a soldier with a knife was standing on the ridge, with his clothes open and his pants raised. A corner of his red skirt appeared in the grass in front.

Pushing his grandson behind him, old man Chen begged, "Junye, let us go."

"Oh, sir, you are wrong. We are here to investigate the spies." The soldier's knife knocked in his hand and said with a smile, "the one behind you looks like a spy, come here!"

Old man Chen reddened his eyes and angrily said, "what spies, you rebels!"

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"Let's become a king and act on behalf of heaven. Now we are going to overthrow the puppet emperor. Don't talk nonsense, old man. Nonsense will kill people." The soldier smiled grimly and raised his knife.

The cold light on the blade flickered in the sun, and old man Chen turned to run, but the little grandson behind him shouted and rushed at the soldier.

Seeing that the knife cut down on his only single seedling, old man Chen shouted with his eyes wide open and rushed on his grandson.

The expected pain did not come. There was a pop around him. Old man Chen looked sideways and saw that the soldier fell to his side with an incredible look on his face, and a huge crack in his neck was spraying blood.

"Leave a living room on the eleventh day and ask about the situation."

"Yes!"

Old man Chen raised his head and saw a young man in black standing next to the soldier taking back his knife. Then his body flashed, and he disappeared. Then he turned his head and saw several horses standing quietly on the official road near the field. The man on the first horse had a beautiful face that was more beautiful than a woman, but with a cold chill.

Old man Chen unconsciously stepped back and turned around to see hundreds of people in black rushing into the town from who, and his heart was even more disturbed. He didn't know who these people were.

"Sir, we are passing by here. Do you know where these random soldiers are?" A slender, handsome young man smiled, narrowed his eyes, got off the horse, stretched out his hand and pulled the two of him up, asking.

The boy was seventeen or eighteen years old, smiling brightly and amiable, which made old man Chen relax a little. He said, "it's King Cheng's soldiers. They rebelled all the way. I heard that they had hit Changsha mansion the day before yesterday. These people must have been defeated by Lord Han and escaped."

"Well, can Lord Han of Changsha mansion defend Changsha City?" The teenager asked briskly.

"That's natural! Don't say that the Changsha City Wall is three feet high, just say that there is Lord Han, and those rebels can't move Changsha City at all!"

"Is Lord Han so powerful?"

"Of course, we, Mr. Han..." old man Chen wanted to boast again, but at this time, he had walked up the ridge with the boy, looking at the scene on the street in the town, and couldn't speak at once.

The streets were full of soldiers' bodies dressed in Cheng Wang's army uniforms, and some townspeople who were still alive rushed out of the courtyard with fear. From the wide open doors, you could see that the men in black cut vegetables and melons to kill those soldiers.

Old man Chen shivered and took his grandson aside for two steps.

"Don't be afraid, sir. We don't kill good people. If those soldiers are not cleaned up, your town will be afraid of trouble." The boy took a sugar out of his pocket and handed it to old man Chen's grandson, laughing.

"Seventh master!" A big man dragged a man whose arm was cut off, who was obviously better dressed than other soldiers, and threw him in front of those men, saying, "it's King Cheng's troops. 30000 of them attacked Changsha City, and were defeated by Han Ziqing, chased out of the city, and defeated here."

"Is that all you have?" Immediately, the man leaned over and asked.

"Our 200000 troops are right behind us. I know you should let me go!" The man shouted. He was cut down by the big man and immediately broke his breath.

"Seventh master!" A man swept over from the street at a very fast speed. Old man Chen looked at the young man's natural face in surprise, and then was shocked by the coldness in his eyes, and he was in a cold sweat, unconsciously retreating two steps.

"Asked, they were the vanguard troops of King Cheng. The leading generals wanted to win the victory and went to sneak attack Changsha City. On the contrary, Han Ziqing used them to counterattack their camp. They fled to the back and joined the main team. There were 100000 people behind King Cheng, only a hundred miles from here." The boy's voice was cold and pleasant, but with a palpitating chill, old man Chen took two steps back again, and then fell back.

The smiling boy grabbed old man Chen with a cry to avoid the tragedy of his falling into the field. His fingers stood up at his mouth and hissed gently. Then he took a candy out of his pocket and gave it to the child.

"It's all cleaned up here?" The man on the horse asked.

"Well, it's all done." The boy nodded, shook his hand, and the long sword was still in the scabbard. His eyes turned on the three people on the roadside and said, "Sanlang, there is a shop in front of town that sells steamed stuffed buns and a kind of dessert."

"I know." The boy smiled and said to the child, "will you take your brother?"

Chen Xiaodong had long been bribed by his two sweets. He nodded hurriedly, and the boy picked him up and walked to the town with old man Chen.

"Brother, why did that brother ask you to buy it?" Chen Xiaodong licked his fingers and asked.

"Because that brother just killed a lot of people, and his body smells very bloody." The boy frowned and smiled, covering his eyes with his hands to prevent him from seeing the bloody scene in the town.

The riotous soldiers and people in black came in from the end of the town. The shop at the head of the town had not been turned upside down by the riotous soldiers. The owner of the shop shrank under the counter and shivered. He heard old man Chen cry for several times before climbing out, looked around, and then patted his chest and said, "I'm scared to death! I'm scared to death! Those Chengwang soldiers are really not people. Who saved us? Did Lord Han send troops here?"

"Mr. Han is afraid that he has no time to send troops. You'd better go into the mountains to hide," the boy put a little silver on the counter and said with a smile, "boss, wrap the steamed stuffed bun and the dessert in the pot for me."

"Who are you?" Old man Chen finally asked, although these people kill more fiercely than those soldiers, at least they are also their lifesavers, and in this world, it is better to follow strong people than ordinary people who have no self-protection ability at all.

The boy smiled and didn't answer him. Instead, he asked, "where is the rice shop in town? I want to buy some rice."

Old man Chen knowingly didn't ask again. After taking the boy to the rice shop in the town, he took the child back to his yard and looked at the body of his son on the ground, his wife still hanging on the water mill, and the body of a random soldier on the ground. Sitting at the door, he was stunned.

"Grandpa!" The little grandson pushed the old man Chen back to his senses. He saw hundreds of men in black riding horses holding a carriage passing by the door. The smiling young man was passing the freshly baked sugar oil Baba into the carriage. A tall young man next to him said to him, "the master hasn't woken up yet. Don't wake her up." The boy took his things and retreated. Then he went to both sides of the Lord and sun, gave half of the sugar and oil Baba to the child, touched the child's head, and said, "pack up your things and go quickly. King Cheng's follow-up troops will arrive one day."

Old man Chen nodded and watched the team go straight through the main street of the town, followed by dozens of people carrying rice from the rice store and catching up.

The town quieted down, and then mournful cries rang out from all homes and hospitals.

"Stop crying! Pack up and go up the mountain!" The mayor ran out of the house and shouted one by one, "don't cry, there are soldiers coming behind. Let's keep alive first, let's go!"

King Cheng started an incident in Chenzhou on July 12. After capturing Shaozhou for a month and a half, he approached Changsha City, but was blocked by Han Ziqing, the commander of Jinghu South Road in Changsha City. The surrounding towns were looted by King Cheng's troops and began a seven month siege.

In September in northern Guangdong, the air is fresh and cool. The Xijing ancient road is winding between the mountains. The mossy bluestone slab is residual with rain, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds in the sky. A depression is a scene.

The terrain of the ancient road in tiyunling is extremely dangerous, with steep roads, steep mountains on both sides and deep cliffs. It is difficult to pass after October. Generally, merchants go home in September, which is the busiest time for tiyunling post station.

There are many people sitting in the lobby of the post station, who are exchanging information from south to north.

The post station master shook his head and walked to the door of the post station, knocked on the hookah pipe and took a sip. Looking at the darkening sky, he thought to himself that the Jinghu road was badly hit, and he didn't know when the war would burn here.

Just in his head, he heard the sound of horses' hoofs on the other side of the mountain path. Hearing the sound, there were many horses. The stationmaster unconsciously stretched his neck and looked, and saw several horses coming up on the winding mountain path. After seeing the post station, he called back, and then came to the post station.

"Boss, is there a room?" The first one, a boy with eyes bent with laughter, dismounted and asked the stationmaster with a smile.

"Yes, and my guest, do you want to eat and stay?" The stationmaster hurriedly knocked on the hookah pipe and laughed.

"Yes, how many guest rooms does the boss have?" The boy looked at the small post station and asked with a smile.

"There are still five rooms, enough..." the stationmaster's enough words saw that the people who came up continuously on the mountain path were mute. That was not a few people!