Chapter 1： Despair and rebirth

Acer is twenty-four years old, and winter seems to be colder than in previous years. It has already had several snows, and it has only stopped a little on this day.

On the trail of 30 miles outside Beijing, a black horse flew past two people, and the horseshoe raised the snow on the ground, and the two men went away slowly.

"Wang Ye, Ma Yi, how far can the two people run... put down the minister..." The voice of the person sitting behind is a little weak, but the tone is as usual.

"No, you hurt so much, throw you into the snow, you will die in a moment!" Jing Hao wiped the ice on his face and clamped the horse's belly to continue to run. Just coming out of the prison, I realized that the group of people who came to let him go wrong. If he was forced to go to the ground, he would also heal the seriously injured Wang Hao, and rushed them away without saying anything. If he didn't kill a **** and grabbed the horse, he was afraid that he had just left the capital and was in the same place.

"My body is no longer working, it will die sooner or later, you will let me down!" The people behind him are a little anxious. This horse is not a famous name. Two people have been flying for so long, and they have begun to pant. If this continues, I am afraid that both of them will not survive.

"No, die together!" Jing Hao said loudly against the cold wind. This man is the king of his Ming Dynasty. He was squandered by his wife for more than ten years. He came to the prison with him and used him as a knife. But only this male wife who hated for more than ten years!

Jing Hao is the second son of the Yuan Queen. At the age of fourteen, he played on the enemy, and the young boy was the king. Chen Chao can marry a man's wife. For the sake of his family's tranquility, there is an unwritten rule of a nephew and a man's wife. But he is a nephew. After the emperor actually used his brother to have a brother, he forced him to marry a man. He broke his inheritance. qualifications. So he complained, he refused to accept, never gave his wife a good face, and would not really help his brother to earn that position...

"Oh, I admire the chapter He De He can, is it worth the lord to die with me?" The person behind him sneered.

"I am sorry for you. If I can live this time, I will listen to you." Jing Hao calmed the person behind him, holding the shackle in one hand, tightening the knot between the two hands in one hand. Five miles ahead is Wangyuepo. There is a small road there. When he is hunting, he often walks. He goes straight to Fengyue Mountain and enters the mountain to avoid it.

"Cough and cough..." Mu Hanzhang had just poured into the cold wind because he had spoken in the wind. He couldn't help but cough up on the back of Jingjing, and a blood slid down the pale lips. He blocked a knives in the prison, hurting the guilt, and hurting when he bumped. This time, because of the cold, the wound was already unaware, but since he had already vomited blood... could not help but smile, simply squatting in Jingjing On the back.

After so many years of neglect, the servants dare to sing with him, it is impossible to resist resentment. Since he wants to accompany himself to die, it is up to him to go, and Mu Hanzhang broke the jar and thought.

He is a Houmen scorpion. He has been in the cold window for ten years. He does not ask his father to pass him the title. He only asks himself to take a fame and get out of the house earlier. The father and aunt will ask him to marry him before the year he will try. Male wife! He is a man, but he was cut off by the wings of his life. He was imprisoned in the square of the house, and he could no longer make a grand plan. After so many years, he did not know the resentful aunt, or the irresponsible husband.

"In front!" There were bursts of horseshoes, armor and swords, and cluttering sounds. The sounds were like reminders.

Jing Hao rushed to the horse's buttocks and rushed toward the moon.

"嗖~" The sound of the broken arrow of the iron arrow came from behind, and Jing Hao accurately escaped sideways, and the person behind him was also shackled by him.

"Hold me!" Jing Hao loudly.

Mu Hanzhang wrapped his hands around Jing's waist and put his body on his back to match his movements.

After the moon **** is the forest path, it is convenient to avoid the arrows. Jing Hao skillfully drives the horses through the forest, and the chasing soldiers behind are gradually far away.

"When the wound hurts?" Jing Hao yanked the reins to help the horse jump over a large stone. After landing, he asked back.

"No... hurts..." The words of answer are getting weaker and weaker.

"With the chapter, don't sleep!" Jing Yan frowned, anxiously summoned, "After the Fengyue Mountain is Yan County, there is my old department, it will help us to avoid the pursuit!" Comforting him at the same time I am also encouraging myself, sitting in the prison for so long, the clothes on my body are thin, and now I am insisting on it by my will.

"咴~" The horses underneath suddenly screamed and started to mad. Jing Hao slammed the horse's belly and screamed at the opening of the body. Looking at it, I don’t know which one put the beast clip here, but I caught the horseshoe.

"You will put me here." Mu Hanzhang Qiang held a clear road.

"It’s already to the mountainside of Fengyue, and it’s down the mountain road. I’m carrying you back!” Jing Hao looked around, one side is a cliff, and the other side is a steep **** of grass. This mountain road is this one, it is troublesome to catch up with them. It is. When he started, he went to the steep slopes of the mountains.

"See, grab them!"

"Take the king's first class, reward the silver two!"

"嗖~嗖~" The arrows are constantly coming from the forest, and Jingjing escapes very embarrassed.

"唔~" A stream of arrows hit the right leg, Jingjing a moment, Mu Hanzhang also fell from him.

"Wang Ye!" Struggling to get up, Mu Hanzhang went up to help him.

Jing Yan looked at him and found that Zhang Junxiu's pale face turned out to be bloody, and his spirit was much better than before. He used to see death. He naturally knew that this was a returning light. He couldn’t help but feel pain in his heart. Ya, pull up the people around and run.

"Ha ha ha, see where you are still going?" The leading **** took a big knife and smiled and walked over.

The two men ran into a road in a panic, the front is the cliff, the back is the chase, it is really difficult to escape.

Jing Yan put the person in the arms on the edge of the cliff and turned and swept a foot. The **** was not prepared and was kicked to the ground. Not giving him a chance to breathe, he squatted in his heart, only smothered the man, took the big knife in his hand, and slashed the horses chasing the soldiers, traversing the narrow mountain road, connecting again and again Two horses were tripped, and the immediate people followed the cliff.

The people behind "嗖~" saw the road blocked by the horse corpse. Cheng Wang took a big knife and killed his eyes. He dared not go forward easily, and took out his bow and arrow to shoot.

"Oh..." The knife block didn't help, Jingjing took out the arrow on his shoulder, threw the backhand back, and screamed, then skipped the horse and slashed it. The rest of the put The dark arrow was also killed, but he himself was already riddled with holes, standing in the same place, and the second wave of chasing troops came over soon. Looking at the steel knife in his hand, he killed ten and could not kill hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

Carrying a **** knife to the edge of the cliff, the blood on the knife and the blood of the scene are mixed together, dragging out a long blood mark. Holding the man on the stone into his arms, the man was already mad, and his handsome face was gray.

"Jun Qing, have you ever complained to me?" Jing Yan reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth. For the first time in his life, he carefully looked at this person. This wife, who was right in the media, discovered that his beautiful enemy had become the king’s house. Ji Wei, not a woman's kind of enchanting charm, it is a kind of beauty in the Qing Jun with the literati. Today, those beautiful eyes reflect his full face, how ironic, boring talk in prison, only to find that this person is a confidant in his life, how many beautiful things he has missed in the past ten years ?

"How can I not complain? If it weren't for you, I would have been the title of the gold medal and went to the temple." Jun Qing is his word. This person has never called him like this. Mu Hanzhang smiled slowly. Reaching out to wipe the blood on Jing's face, "But you can't blame you. You are a man of skill. I am harmed by you. You can't inherit it... cough..."

"Ha ha ha, have the ability? What is the ability? I have been so confused in my life, no one day is comfortable, now I want to come, I have been wrongly wrong... hahahaha..." Jing Hao holds a tight-eyed person, Yang Tianchang Laughter, think about your own life for the country, but it’s the bird’s bow, and the wife’s wife is squandered. The last thing he can’t give up is the man who ignored him for more than ten years. He’s not willing to help him. He won the position, but after he was in trouble, he had to work hard for him, but only this brother-in-law... sigh, sad, but it was just a joke!

"My life...but not...a joke..." Mu Hanzhang sighed, "If there is...the afterlife..." I didn't finish a sentence, the last breath couldn't be lifted anymore, beautiful eyes Slowly closed, the slender hand fell on the black stone, and there was no life. When the sky didn't know when it began to snow again, the snow fell on his long eyelashes, and the air that came out of Jingjing melted and turned into drops of water.

"If there is an afterlife, I must treat you well, use my life to compensate you..." Jing Yu said that the person in the arms leaned on his chest and said softly, looking up at the Wanli River in the distance, and will soon fall behind the Queen and Her violent son was in the hands... Hearing the hooves behind him, he slowly stood up. Cheng Wang’s life is invincible, even if he is dead, he will never die in these small hands.

Jumping down the cliff, the mountain wind whizzing past, Jing Hao holds the person who has no voice in his arms. "I will not let you go, but you can hold your clothes on the bridge..."

Open your eyes from the darkness, not the smog-stricken Lingtai Wonderland, nor the sorrowful ghosts of the blue-faced fangs, full of red accounts, the faint light of the residual candle can not be determined. Jing Hao is a bit embarrassed, only feels weak and has a splitting headache. Raised his hand and rubbed the forehead of the painful pain, slowly sat up, and when the body's perception recovered, he suddenly found himself lying next to him, the bright red robe was smashed, and the blue silk was scattered on the exposed chest. Jade's skin is full of bruising scars.

Reaching out the hair covered in the face, revealing a clear face... Jun Qing!