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Artemisia was overgrown beside the official road twenty miles outside Hangzhou City, and the number of merchants coming and going on the official road gradually decreased as the evening approached.

Lin'an carried a wine gourd and wobbled along the official road, the burning cloud from the west was reflected on Lin'an's face, making his sallow complexion a little blush.

Two years ago when Emperor Wei passed away, Xue Yi ordered his father-in-law Chang to announce his order to enter the palace. He undoubtedly worried that Xue Yi would go to the palace alone to attend the funeral but was filmed by the Imperial Army. Either demoted or killed, many aristocratic families who have survived many dynasties were purged and suppressed, and he was also deprived of his title and exiled.

It rained heavily in the imperial capital that night, and the larks in his mansion were restless.

After being exiled, the road was bumpy and bumpy, and life was worse than death. Even a small yamen servant could trample on him at will. His pride and dignity died in the heavy rain that night in the imperial palace along with the former "Prince Ding Chang'an".

From then on, he was called Lin'an, and there was only one step towards Chang'an, a step that could never be passed.

When he arrived in the small town, he had been seriously ill for a long time. After a coma, the yamen servant who took care of him thought he was exhausted, so he randomly threw him on the street and returned to Beijing to recover.

Later, he was rescued and taken in by the owner of the restaurant, and met Mo Bai, the god general who gave up all his wealth and glory, and Xue Yi handed over his resignation to Zi Ran, who was also his master since childhood.

He asked the master:

"How did you come here?"

The hand of the master wiping the sword did not stop, and his eyes were firm:

"Bole is dead, and the current imperial capital has no beliefs that I need to uphold. I am here to give your mother a wish."

"Chang'an, Chang'an forever"

How could Xue Yi not know that the famous general in Zhenyu left the imperial capital and came to a small border town to be a teacher.General Shen reunited with his former apprentice, how could Xue Yi not know.The master wanted him to go back to the Xianbei Grassland, how could Xueyi not know.

His mother is the Xianbei princess, and his teacher is the general of the gods. After returning to Xianbei, he joined forces with the Xianbei royal family and the two of them lead troops into Guanzhong. Who can stop them?

So before they set off, [-] troops were sent to besiege the city, which could not only trap them to death, but also deter Xianbei outside the pass.

He just didn't understand why he was exiled but not killed, and why the master could leave the imperial capital safely.

He even didn't understand why Xue Yi had such a big change. In the past, they were brothers who trusted each other and lovers who cuddled together. Xue Yi knew that he would not compete with him for anything, even if it was his life, he was willing to give Xueyi's, why is Xueyi forcing him here now?

After the small town was besieged, the owner of the restaurant who took him in respectfully handed him a letter and returned to Beijing with his family. His heart, which he thought he was already dead, still ached sharply.

"Chang'an, the rest of my life will never be safe."

This handwriting is only possessed by Xue Yi, who is far away in the imperial capital and is on the throne.

Xueyi doesn't let him die, he wants him to watch the people around him die because of him one by one, he wants him to have hope in his heart and then tell him that hope is given by him, making him completely desperate, this kind of torture is worse than death Still painful.

Xue Yi wanted him to know that he never jumped out of the city surrounded by Xue Yi himself.

The imperial court's [-] troops cut off the small city's commercial roads, allowing people to enter but not leaving. The residents in the city were trapped like iron barrels. Once someone tried to leave the city, they would be killed by the soldiers guarding outside the city without mercy.

How can the unarmed common people compete with the [-] well-trained soldiers and horses?

Prices are soaring, shops are closed, people stay behind closed doors, and the once bustling streets are silent, like a dead city.

All the people in the city didn't understand why such a disaster happened suddenly, and they didn't understand how the soldiers who had fought bloody battles to protect them turned their heads and turned their blades to ordinary people.

However, the frozen supplies are getting less and less day by day, until there is nothing left at the end.

In the past, the festive joy of the approaching New Year was killed by the panic and despair of the people in the city, and there was very little that was washed away.

riot!Be suppressed, suppressed.breakout!Get hit, kill.Life is as cheap as worthless.

In the end, the people in the city hacked, felled, and devoured each other. Everyone's eyes were red, and they looked like ghosts, wandering in groups, killing, slaughtering, and eating.

The despair that filled the city solidified, making it hard to breathe.

Only the red lanterns hanging in the streets and alleys became amazingly bright under the reflection of the heavy snow. The color was like blood.

These days, the crescent white straight train that the master used to wear no longer has the bright color of the past.

In many cases, the master stood with his hands behind his back on the top of the city gate, and his eyes wandered between the tents of the [-] troops stationed outside the city by the imperial court.

Vicissitudes and sorrow can be seen in the eyes.

He knew that he was sad that the strongest defense of a country actually forgot its mission and gave up its long-standing responsibility for the selfish desires of those in power.

He stood beside the master like a walking dead.

The heavy snow kept piling up on his shoulders, getting thicker and thicker. He knew how heavy the snow was on his shoulders, just like that year when he stood outside Donggong Xueyi's Qing Palace and looked at Qinggong Hongsha. Charming, Xueyi's concubine was placed into the Qing Palace by the mothers.

The snow on his shoulders at that time almost broke his spine.

The people in the city were all killed and injured, only him and his master, the god general Mo Bai, were left. He watched the once bustling frontier city turn into an empty dead city with dull eyes. He received a letter from outside the city and shot into the city.

"The concubine Lian Ran, the mother of the criminal minister Chang'an, Emperor Daxing, died."

The straw that broke the camel's back.

The master, who fell slowly in the snow, smiled recklessly, his white clothes were stained with blood, and hot blood dripped from the wound on his chest.The master grew up with his mother. He was a Xianbei who volunteered to serve Emperor Wei after his mother married him.

The snow never stops, the wind keeps on, no one knows that the military soul of this country died quietly for the desire to stick to it in such a battle for imperial power that has nothing to do with most people.Next to him was his apprentice who was kneeling and kept watch all night, almost dying from the cold.

That night, the army and horses of the imperial court quietly left the small town, and there was no martial law at the city gate.

There is only a city without people left, he, the man without heart.

Later, instead of going to Xianbei, he stayed in Ziyunguan. The shackles of more than 20 years in Ziyunguan were completely broken by the death of "Chang'an". Completely disappeared from people's memory.

Lin'an regained consciousness from his memory, and slowly stood still, looking at the red sunset in the distance, he picked up the flagon and took a sip of wine slowly.

The last sip of wine flowed into Lin'an's mouth, the throat-piercing spicy taste made Lin'an's face flush, he squinted his eyes slightly, shook the wine pot and threw it on the side of the road, and was about to step forward, but felt as if his left foot was being pinched by someone. Grasping generally makes people unable to move forward.

Looking down, there is really a hand tightly holding Lin'an's left ankle.

There were still red blood stains on the back of the white and slender hands, and the five fingers tightly grasped Lin'an's ankle.

The sudden appearance of the hand surprised Lin'an, did he see a ghost?

As he said that, he looked with his wrists and arms, and a figure could be faintly seen among the wormwood beside the official road.

Lin'an raised his eyebrows and pulled away the man holding his hand and walked towards the figure.

Pulling aside the half-person-high wormwood, Lin'an could clearly see a young man in a white dark coat with blood all over his body in the grass.

The man was lying on the ground, his face was pale, his deep eyes reflected Lin'an's figure, and he slightly opened and closed his lips:

"help me!"

Those calm eyes are very similar to Xue Yi.

Lin An frowned, he hates this kind of people!Hate those eyes!

He squatted down and carefully looked at the injured man in front of him. The material of the clothes was good, his appearance was outstanding, and his eyes were still calm after the injury, unlike ordinary people.

When he was observing the man in Lin'an, the man was also observing Lin'an, a man with a sallow, emaciated, scruffy face and the smell of alcohol.

Lin An thought squatting on the ground was too troublesome, so he simply lay down next to the man:

"There were so many people on the official road before, why did you choose me?" Lin An turned his head to look at the man's expression.

The man let Lin'an scrutinize him:

"I found them, but they were all scared away."

Lin'an tsk tsk, yes, who dares to save a man covered in blood in the wilderness at night?

"What if I don't care about you?" Lin An turned to his side, resting his head on one hand and continued to ask the man leisurely.He had already paid attention to the man's injury, but it was not a serious injury on his leg, but the blood on his body looked scary. It seemed that the person who did it didn't really want his life.

Hearing Lin'an's words, the man turned his head to look at Lin'an with difficulty, his eyes were calm and firm:

"If you don't care about me, I am injured and lying alone in the wilderness, and I will not survive tonight, then I will die because of you!" Such hard and not soft words made Lin'an frowned, and he snorted coldly Getting up from the ground, how did this man see that he was kind-hearted?

The blood debt on his body is not clear at all, and although he will feel guilty if he refuses to be saved, it is not unbearable.

Standing up and lifting his feet, he was about to leave when he heard the man behind him continue:

"My father was seriously ill at home. It was rumored in my family that my father held his breath just to see me for the last time. Unexpectedly, I met a gangster on the road and almost killed me. I was born and died. It's my unfilial piety!" The words were filled with grief and tears, Lin An couldn't bear it.

Lin'an was originally angry at the man who asked for others but spoke bluntly, and his gesture of leaving was just to scare him, but now he has nothing to do with the man.

With helplessness on his face, he slowly turned around and walked to the man, avoiding the man's wound, hugged the man horizontally and used light work to quickly jump on the road.

Lin'an didn't see the smile that flashed in the man's eyes when he turned around.

On the way, Lin'an asked:

"what's your name?"

"Fei Yu, Bai Fei Yu."

When it was completely dark, Lin'an returned to Hangzhou City with Bai Feiyu in his arms.

Because Bai Feiyu met gangsters on the road and was penniless, Lin An paid for the accommodation in the inn himself.

Lin'an and Bai Feiyu were two people, one was yellow and thin and dressed in rags, the other was handsome but covered in blood, the shopkeeper of the inn made up his mind for a long time before arranging accommodation for Lin'an and the others.

Before going upstairs, Lin'an took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket and threw it to Xiaoer:

"Go to the tailor shop to buy two suitable clothes and send them in later, and tell someone to boil two buckets of bath water for us quickly. Oh, yes, and call a doctor to come over and show my brother's legs."

After speaking, he picked up Bai Feiyu and was led back to the room by the others.

Bai Feiyu's thoughts in Lin'an's arms have been going back and forth several times. Lin'an is very good at ordering people around, arranges things in an orderly manner, and is very generous in spending money with strangers. This style of doing things is really different from Lin'an's current poor appearance. It doesn't match, whether it's paying for the hotel room fee or asking Xiao Er to buy outfits for the two of them, although these expenses are not big for ordinary people, I am afraid that few people will be willing to pay for a stranger who was saved halfway.

Bai Feiyu's mind was turning back and forth, the person in front of him was not only as kind-hearted as he had just seen at the beginning, but also a little hidden, his thin lips were slightly raised, and he only felt that the relationship between the two of them would become more and more in the future. A lot of fun.

When Lin'an carried Bai Feiyu to the bed in the guest room, he passed the dressing mirror beside the bed. Bai Feiyu smiled meaningfully when he saw his own face in the mirror.