Chapter 342

This battle is a great victory.

In addition to the seventh son of emperor Qing, he died in Beidi. When the news reached the capital, I heard that emperor Qing was deeply grieved and died two days later.

In the Western Jin Dynasty, Qi Ming, the deposed prince, rushed to the capital at night.

At the same time, there was also a man heading for the capital.

-- Qi Rong.

The sand and wind filled the post road and the sound of horses' hooves.

Qi Rong suddenly grabbed the reins, and the people behind him also stopped.

Xue Du asked: "Lord, do you want to have a rest running back and forth between the north and the capital like this?"

Qi Rong did not answer. His eyes fell on the young man in green.

The young man hung his head and did not look at him.

Qi Rong jumped off the horse and went to the young man. He held out his hand and grasped Bai Qingzhen's hand.

There was blood on the reins, but he didn't find it.

Qi Rong takes out a handkerchief from his arms and carefully wraps the palm of Bai Qingzhen's broken skin. Like being scalded by the temperature of fingertips, Bai Qinghe seemed to wake up from a dream and said in a soft voice, "I'm ok."

Qi Rong's heart trembled.

He suddenly remembered that many years ago, the child would climb up to him with his injured finger. He opened his eyes and said in a soft voice, "it doesn't hurt until the fourth brother cries."

How did they come to the present day step by step? It's so close that they seem to be thousands of miles apart.

Qi Rong came to Beidi because of a letter from Mu Zi.

In the letter, Mu Zi told him Qi Yuan's plan.

He quickly understood what Qi Yuan once said: "then Qingqing, it's mine."

How can the living compare with the dead.

In fact, Qi Rong could have chosen not to come to the north, but his intuition was that if he did not come, he would never see Bai Qingzhen again.

When he came, he saw his ah Heng holding a corpse whose chest had been cut open all night.

At that time, he wanted to reach out and hold the child in his arms as before, telling him that he had his own life.

Instead of just being powerless out of the window.

But he didn't even have the courage to step into the camp.

He felt that he was also dying, and there was a place in his heart, which seemed to be a big hole. As soon as the wind blew, it was whistling.

The wound will ache with him forever.

Before he had finished dressing Bai qingjuan, a feather arrow went straight through the horse behind him with the sharp wind.

The horse looks up to the sky and moans, then the torrential rain of arrows comes.

All sudden change, but in a flash, Qi Rong has not realized what happened, the body has subconsciously in front of the youth embrace full.

He held it tightly, as if he wanted to rub people into his blood.

Finger abdomen touched warm blood, Qi Rong never like at the moment so panic fear.

In his arms is the most precious treasure in his heart.

He suddenly understood that it had never been the child who was pestering him from the beginning to the end. But he, in the deep palace, regarded the child as the only light.

He would not allow the light to disappear between his fingers.

He wants to keep it, he wants to keep it, at all costs.

"Lord! Let's go Xue Du several people to stay to resist the enemy, someone to protect them, surrounded by rushed into the nearby woods.

I don't know how long it took to stop.

Qi Rong only felt that the blood was flowing more and more, and he held the person in his arms more and more tightly.

The back of his hand was patted lightly. The young man bowed his head and said to him, "Lord, let go and let me see your injury."

Qi Rong dropped his eyes in a daze, looking at the young man's slightly curved eyebrows.

"Fourth brother, it's not me who got hurt." He seemed to sigh, "you loosen up, I'll see your injury."