It's not convenient for me to write this article these two days. I'm asking for leave. I hope you all understand. I will definitely make up for it! My character is guaranteed!

I don’t know how long I’ve been gone.

The wind in the north roared like Shura all day and all night, and the refugees in the northern border of Yuan Kingdom hurried forward, trying to enter the peaceful and safe imperial capital of their dreams at the last moment when the city gates closed.

The imperial capital is not at peace. Concubine Yun is in chaos, traitors are in power, the army is in disorder, and even the normally well-trained Xiaoqi battalion has begun to become tired.

Ten days later, the war was raging outside. The war-torn people were displaced and tried to seek shelter. A new round of wind and rain surged into the heart of Yuan Kingdom. Bisheng was dressed in light cyan clothes, with his robes turned upside down.

Flying, rubbing shoulders with the crowd, her eyes are no longer as bright as before, and her half-covered eyelashes cover up all her emotions.

"Go away! You are a bunch of desperate beggars who want to enter the inn without any money. Watch out for your little lives!"

A family of three was thrown far away by the guys from Xuanran Tower. One of them put his hands on his hips, cursed, and spat at the ragged refugees on the ground. There was also a guy in blue who was yelling at a child who had just turned three years old.

Kicked and stamped.

Bi Sheng frowned and pulled out the sword with a swipe. The sword light condensed with a cold light and reached the tip of the man in blue's trembling nose.

The thin man who fell on the ground quickly picked up his three-year-old child and said gratefully to Bisheng:

"Girl, it is true that King Qinglian is still alive. Thank you for your great kindness!"

As soon as the three words "Qinglian King" came out, the crowd fell silent for an instant. After a short silence, a cry suddenly sounded:

"If King Qinglian was still here, our Yuan Kingdom... wouldn't be like this..."

"King Qinglian will protect our country...she will find a way to give us food and a place to live..."

"King Qinglian, wuwu..."

Qinglian Wang Yan Liyou is a heroine in the Zhongzhou Continent. She defends her family and country, has great military achievements, strategizes and wins thousands of miles. She is very kind to the war refugees, and she opened the palace three times to provide relief to the victims.

"King Qinglian is really a fairy. She would personally scoop out porridge for us to drink... How could such a good person die so easily?"

The tragic mood among the refugees spread instantly, and words of nostalgia surrounded Bisheng, deafening.

There was a clang, as if her hand suddenly lost strength and she could no longer hold the sword steadily.

"King Qinglian, come back..."

Bisheng's face was pale, and there was no trace of color on her delicate little face. The girl who had shown a sharp sword just now suddenly turned into an embarrassed wanderer, running forward stumblingly.

The night is getting closer, the sky and the earth are half-dark, soldiers from the imperial city are coming and going, and the sound of drums is ringing in the distance, lingering.

Bisheng was holding on to a tree, clutching the fabric on her chest, gasping for air like a drowned person.

She had maintained this posture for a long time. After a long time, her hand suddenly moved, leaning against the big tree with her back, and slowly slid down.

"I will never be as good as you."

Bisheng exhaled a long breath, a pale white mist like frost lingering around her mouth.

A long time ago, she once asked that person why he loved Yan Liyou and didn't love her. The man looked at her with his usual indifferent attitude and said, "Liyou is very kind."

After saying this, he turned around. He was walking very fast. Her foot was injured at that time. She gritted her teeth and chased him desperately, but she couldn't catch any of his clothes.

When he disappeared around the corner, she smiled sadly: "Actually, I'm not bad either."

She was just a little willful and ignorant. She had never done anything heinous. Even though he was engaged to her, he chose someone else.

She hated, she was annoyed, and she made trouble. But she never did anything against her conscience, nor was she cruel to that woman.

She knew that the reason why he didn't love her was just because he didn't love her, but she still went crazy to try to get better, just because he said that Liyou was very kind.

Even though she knew it was just a perfunctory rejection, she still followed her.

Just now, when she drew her sword, what she was thinking was that she really looked like a chivalrous woman, a very kind chivalrous woman.

But the crowd behind them started to praise and commemorate Yan Liyou.

She suddenly turned into a clown, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not shake the beauty of Yan Liyou.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, melting into the soil drop by drop.

The chaotic sound of horse hooves sounded from far to near. Bisheng had a premonition of something, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and stood up holding on to the tree.

The moonlight was very bright tonight, streaming down through the bald trees in the forest. At this moment, a whistling sound was heard in the surrounding areas, and a cluster of light suddenly appeared in the air, cutting through the desolate night.

Bisheng immediately pulled out the small dagger she usually used by her side, and chopped off the flying arrowhead with a swipe. She narrowed her eyes and shouted coldly: "Who is that person?"

The opponent didn't give her a chance to react at all, and several sharp swords came at her like raindrops. Bisheng dodged left and right, but the arrows came from almost all directions. Bisheng turned pale with shock and her pupils narrowed.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves struck loudly, and Bisheng felt her waist tighten, and her whole body suddenly rose into the air.

"Is...is it you?"

Ye Haochuan's expression on the horse did not change. He hugged Bisheng tightly and pinched the horse's belly hard. Arrows continued to rain from behind him, and he flew away in the dust.

The night of the second day. General's Mansion.

"Ye Haochuan, I want to drink."

Yesterday's danger has passed. At this time, Bisheng felt extremely blocked.

Ye Haochuan put aside all his affairs, sat in the courtyard with Bisheng, and said with a faint smile: "Okay."

Ye Haochuan asked someone to bring a white jade wine jug and two cups, placed them on the steps, filled the cups, and handed one to Bisheng:

"Drink."

Bisheng was holding the wine glass, hesitating on his face.

Ye Haochuan smiled as warmly as ever, just like the good general praised by the outside world. He had no airs at all, and raised the corners of his lips with a slight smile: "This is Xuanranlou's unique flower wine. It is mellow and sweet, and has a smooth taste in the mouth."

Tian, ​​why do you still dislike this girl?"

Bisheng stepped back and almost fell backwards. Sure enough, is it Xuanranlou's unique wine?

Her mind suddenly went blank. The memory of that night was so heartbreaking that she felt like she couldn't breathe. The memories that she originally didn't want to touch came up like a tide. The quiet night could not cover up the turbulent waves.

At that time, she was far away on Jialuan Mountain. She heard from her sister Bixiao that her senior brother was in trouble, so she hurriedly came all the way. She tried her best to get to Xuanran Tower in the imperial capital. She saw her senior brother drinking outside the window.

, and then fell half-conscious on the couch. She wanted to go forward, but a strange female voice suddenly sounded in the room:

"Love is stronger than gold, right? If I take your Liyou away, will you choose to go downstairs to find another woman, or will you remain loyal and willing to die and keep your body for her like a jade?"

Bisheng couldn't see the person who was speaking. She only saw her senior brother's face was red and his eyes were blurred, as if he was in pain. He didn't seem to listen to what the woman said.

Bisheng jumped into senior brother Wen Moqing's room from the window. The woman who spoke had disappeared. Bisheng walked quickly to Wen Moqing and asked worriedly:

"Brother, are you okay?"

Wen Moqing exhaled, and the lingering fragrance of flower wine filled the air, rolling over his warm breath and hitting his face.

"Go away!"

Wen Moqing suddenly regained her clarity. With a mute voice, she waved Bisheng away, picked up the sword on the bedside, and said:

"Damn it, someone actually arrested Liyou, I have to go..."

As soon as he stood up, he fell down due to exhaustion, his face turned red, and he struggled on the bed.

Bisheng had never seen her senior brother like this. She leaned over with some fear. Suddenly Wen Moqing pressed her under him, and the scattered hair fell to the collarbone under her neck. He pressed her arm and pressed it heavily. Breathing heavily.

"Go quickly...I don't want to hurt you..."

After saying this, he rolled off her body again, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Bisheng was stunned for a moment, her lips trembled, and then she reached out to the clothes on her chest.

She is inexperienced, but she doesn't know everything.

She is not mean, she just doesn't want her senior brother to feel uncomfortable, let alone his death.

The bed was full of pleasure, and the room was full of love. She hugged his senior brother and listened to him calling other people's names all night long, Liyou, Liyou...

She remembered that her sister once asked her what she hoped for most, and she said without shyness that she and her senior brother would have many, many children.

Tearing pain spread over her limbs and bones. With tears in her eyes, she held her senior brother's hand, looked into his blurred eyes, and said seriously: "Brother, I am Bisheng."

But he just smiled and called, Liyou, Liyou...

There is nothing more sad than a heart-broken heart, so I think so.

He and she grew up together. She remembered that a long time ago, she was lazy in practicing and was punished by her master to kneel in the snow. Her senior brother, who had always been cautious, actually ran out to help her up. The doorman who was watching her looked embarrassed, but his senior brother just He said coldly: "If something goes wrong, I will be responsible."

He carried her, who was almost freezing, and walked forward step by step.

It was snowing heavily at that time, and that was the warmest scene in her memory.

He couldn't blame her for loving him. The girl's love was so sweet that it fermented. He was the senior brother of the white horse and Qingqiu. They walked side by side, giving warmth and warmth. At that time, she had not yet come down the mountain, and she had not seen the prosperity and vastness of the world. Her world was destroyed by him. He was the first to arrive, and it was so small that it could only accommodate him alone.

He fell asleep and she struggled to get up from the bed without leaving a single word.

She returned to the mountain, hugged her sister and cried loudly. All her grievances were unreserved in front of her relatives.

After hearing the news of her death, my sister consoled her for a while and said, "This is not a good thing. If you tell your senior brother what happened that night, he will definitely put aside his worries and get married to you. Haven't you always wanted to marry your senior brother?" ?”

Bisheng suddenly smiled, with tears still on her delicate little face. She only said one sentence:

"I can't do such a mean thing."

She went down the mountain and wandered around in a daze, arriving at the imperial capital and in front of Xuanran Tower. She heard that not long after that night, her senior brother left, Yan Liyou also left, and Jun Wunian was nowhere to be seen. They seemed to have disappeared from the world. Just like that, it disappeared instantly.
To be continued...