lock heart

, If it goes on like this, you can't even take a rest, because if you fall asleep, you may never wake up again.

The wind and snow continued intermittently for two or three days, and the lips were already chapped. Hehuan could only take advantage of the period when it stopped to rest for a while.

Anxious.

After all this tossing, he could only move forward with his mind.There is no need to worry about wound infection in cold weather, but at the same time it cannot heal.

Everything in front of me is blurry... so tired...

Can't fall...can't fall...can only keep telling myself that.

I don't know how many times I have seen the end of the desert ahead, this time, it must be an illusion...

The legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they could no longer move, and the wind and snow were still attacking the flesh and blood.

Before losing consciousness, what I thought of was the first time I saw Fu Chen on the stage...

"General! Someone picked up a Han Chinese on the edge of the desert!"

"Han people?"

"Well, found these from him,"

Xia Rong took it, it was a letter and a piece of suet white jade, when he saw this piece of jade, he frowned and opened the letter.

"Where is that person now?"

"I'm passed out, and I still have injuries on my body. I'm here... I'll take you there."

in the account.

"It's him?" Xia Rong turned around and asked.

"It's him."

Xia Rong stared at He Huan's face for a long time, then turned around and asked again: "It's really him?"

"It's really him."

"..."

Seeing that Xia Rong was about to speak again, he quickly repeated: "General, it's really him."

Xia Rong looked at Hehuan suspiciously for a long time... This is not right...

"Does the general know who he is?"

"He should be Fu Chen's dead soldier..."

"Ah? What?" He was also surprised now, isn't it possible? !

"... Wait until he wakes up and ask again. By the way, hurry up and hand over this letter and the white jade to the monarch."

"As ordered!"

At this time, Hehuan slowly opened his eyes.

"Why, he wakes up really fast! I thought it was at least two or three days."

Xia Rong gave him a helpless look: "Hurry up!"

"Ah, yes!" The man took the letter and jade and left.

He Huan saw the person standing beside him, and asked the person's identity with his eyes.

"I'm Xia Rong, the general guarding the border of Beiyi. I have sent your letter to the monarch."

He Huan wanted to thank him, but remembering what the guard said earlier, he just nodded to him.

"You rest first, and I will ask you something when I wake up."

Hehuan glanced at him gratefully, then closed his eyes.

I can finally have a good rest... This sleep lasts for two days.

When Xia Rong saw Hehuan for the second time, his heart was inexplicably confused.

General Xia, who was used to rough men, never thought that he could look like this.It's not an exaggeration to say that none of the girls in Beiyi could grow up like this, anyway, he had never seen such... good-looking, no, comfortable people.

So at this glance, the heart is directly visualized.

He Huan looked unnatural to him, so he reminded: "General Xia?"

"Ok?"

"Is there something on my face?"

"No."

"Oh, then why are you... staring at me like that?"

Only then did Xia Rong react.

"Don't you have something to ask me?"

"Yes, um, cough. You, are you the dead soldier of King Feng Yi?"

Shaking his head.

"Then who are you?"

"actor."

"actor?"

"It's the opera singer." He Huan thought he didn't understand, so he kindly explained.

Fu Chen asked the actor to send him a letter? ! !

Fu Chen, you are amazing!

"Do you know martial arts?" General Xia didn't give up, but the answer he got was still negative.

Fu Chen asked an actor who doesn't know martial arts to deliver a letter to him? !

The culture of the Central Plains is really extensive and profound, and the way of thinking of the Han people is not something he can understand casually.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Liu Hehuan."

Liu, He, Huan, the names of the Han people are really nice.

Xia Rong does not look like the unrestrained Beiyi people in the original ecology, but a handsome man with a heroic and bookish look.

"General Xia's appearance is somewhat similar to that of people from the Central Plains."

"My mother is Han Chinese."

The messenger came to report that the monarch ordered Xia Rong to lead an army of 50 to attack Kun.

how could this be? !

He Huan never thought, is this Fu Chen's intention or Bei Yi taking advantage of the fire to rob?

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Xia Rong asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"Why...why is this..." whispered to himself.

"Did you misunderstand something?"

Hehuan looked up at him.

He felt a little itchy when he was seen, and explained: "When King Fengyi fought with my father, the Beiyi retreated steadily. Do you know that he could directly overthrow the Beiyi, when everyone thought he While still on the battlefield, he alone has kidnapped our king."

He Huan found it unbelievable, but when he thought that the man was Fu Chen...it was acceptable again.

"Later, he reached an agreement with the monarch, and the content of this agreement was beyond our expectations. He asked to send troops to assist him when he needed it, that's all."

If the opponent did not sink, the Beiyi army would have no scruples, and they would not suffer too much loss in attacking Kun.

"You all probably thought it was incredible that he won this battle in two years. In fact, that battle only lasted one year. But for some unknown reason, it took another year for the Fengyi army to report to your court. Good news. During this year, he didn't do anything else in Beiyi, just training soldiers."

Only then did He Huan understand how terrifying Fu Chen's mind was.

King Fengyi.

Cold-blooded and resourceful, scheming.

From the day the emperor asked him to lead the army, he had already reserved a way out for himself.

This retreat was left too strong, so that the 30 barbarian troops would never mention the fact that they reported their victory a year late.What method did he use to win so many hearts?No one has a different heart.

Fu Chen didn't value anything at all, including power. If he hadn't been forced to have no way out, he would never have taken this step.

But if there is someone who can make him take care of him, there is one.

"Is there no other way but to fight?"

Xia Rong thought this question was funny: "He said that the captured places belong to us, tell me, can we not fight?"

"..."

General Xia really wanted to ask him if he had a sweetheart, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity.

"Stay here, it's not safe over there if there's a war," Xia Rong said.

He Huan shook his head: "I want to go back and return the camel."

"what?"

"And I have to get my horse back."

"what?"

Xia Rong couldn't understand at all.

The author has something to say: this article looks like BE hahaha

The next chapter will be B? The next chapter will be E

☆, it is better to hate life and leave

On the way to the south, General Xia behaved strangely.It was clear at a glance that the general was trapped by love.

"I...I have something to tell you." General Xia looked embarrassed.

He Huan looked at Xia Rong who suddenly stopped in front of him, and asked doubtfully, "What are you talking about?"

"Although I am a man, so are you! Me! I...I like you!"

He Huan blinked: "I...don't quite understand." What do you like?Which do you like?

General Xia felt that he couldn't express clearly, maybe because of the cultural generation gap, so he pressed his finger on his lips, and then put his finger on Hehuan's forehead.

Now Hehuan understood, and touched his forehead in disbelief.

Xia Rong looked at him eagerly, as if asking, do you understand?

"Sorry, I have someone I like."

The fire in someone's eyes went out and asked, "Who is it?"

Hehuan blinked again.

So General Xia hugged his head without any image in front of the crowd: "Okay! I know! It's him! The Seventh Prince who is as powerful as a monster! Anyway, I can't beat him!!"

"..." Who is this person... General Beiyi's virtue?

"No, no, no, not necessarily, I have never fought against him, maybe there is hope, I am much better than my father! Hmm... there is hope, there is hope..."

"..." What, it's a matter of not having a pen in the horoscope.

"If I win him, you will like me, right?"

"..." How old is this person?

Hehuan shook his head helplessly—this must be the unique innocence of Beiyi people.

Because Hehuan's legs and feet are inconvenient, a certain general who is obsessed with sex abused his private power and brought a carriage over.

This time, it took only two days to cross that desert.Hehuan can only silently lament his bad luck.

At the border, the camels and horses were returned to their original owners.

Inside the palace.

"Your Majesty, 50 Beiyi troops are marching south, and they have violated the frontier!"

"what!"

"It is said that it was King Fengyi who sent someone to seek help from Beiyi."

"He really colluded with the barbarians?!"

"But I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid people will think that Beiyi dared to go south only after seeing King Feng Yi was sent to death row, so he lost his fear."

"..."

"If you don't let the Seventh Prince go, I'm afraid the hearts of the people will be disturbed."

"What a fuss..."

"Your Majesty, what should we do? Do you want someone to be charged with 'possessing a dragon robe'?"

"Who is to blame? Who can hide the dragon robe in Huayi and convince everyone that he is the criminal?"

"Your Majesty, there is a person who lives in Huayi..."

"Liu Hehuan?"

The Beiyi army was as powerful as a broken bamboo, winning steadily.Every time Xia Rong, a humble Beiyi general, returns to the camp and tells Hehuan how many people he has defeated and how many lands he has taken, Hehuan's expression will be a bit ugly.

Later, he realized that He Huan was only with him, no matter what he was attacking other countries, that's why He Huan was unhappy.

How can make him happy?General Xia was thinking while cutting people.

"General, the Fourth Prince of Fanyang is asking to see you."

"Why did he see me? I have nothing to say to him."

"He said that he came to see Mr. Liu."

Xia Rong turned around and asked He Huan: "Do you have a good relationship with him?"

He Huan shook his head: "I don't know."

"See you! I don't know each other, so what are you talking about!"

He Huan was used to the temper of Beiyi people, so he said to the person who notified him, "I see him."

The fourth prince said: "As long as you confess your guilt, saying that you were instructed by Mr. Chen to hide the dragon robe with him inside and outside, Fu Chen can come out immediately."

"Is this true?"

"This king knows what you are worried about. But you think, as long as you plead guilty, why does the emperor have any reason to lock him up?"

"I understand." He Huan agreed without any hesitation.

The fourth prince didn't expect it to be so simple, and it went too smoothly...so much so that he wondered if he was being tricked.

"You can't go!" General Xia roared.

"I'm going." Hehuan's attitude was also very tough.

"You will die..." Xia Rong lowered her voice aggrieved.

"it does not matter."

"As long as I lead my troops into Fanyang, and with the support of Feng Yi's army, Fu Chen will be fine!"

He Huan was silent for a while before speaking: "I know he will be fine, but who are you going to kill?"

"..." Xia Rong was speechless.Yes, who was killed.

After a while, Xia Rong asked: "Does he like you too?" Thinking of a breathless child.

"Maybe."

"Should? What's going on with you guys?!"

He Huan sighed: "He probably thought I liked someone else."

General Xia spurted blood: "Why didn't you tell him!"

"Don't let him worry about it."

"So... maybe he won't even know that you did this for him?!" General Xia became irritable.

He Huan thought for a while, thought it was very possible, and nodded.

"So he might think that you are the one hiding the dragon robe?!" General Xia broke his voice.

nod……

"Didn't you say that he should like you?"

"I think it is."

"Then, he likes you, shouldn't he trust you?"

"He should have believed me before. The night before he was sent to death row, he sent me out of Fengyi Mansion safely, but if I said personally that I put the dragon robe..."

"He will hate you!"

He Huan raised her head, not letting her tears come out, and said with a smile: "...that may not be a bad thing."

"What are you thinking in your brain?! Are you tired of going around?!"

"It's not just about Fu Chen... General Xia, I don't want to see killing and death, and I just happen to have the choice not to let this happen... As long as Fu Chen hates me, he won't rebel against someone he hates." Man... So, General Xia, don't let it happen, okay?" He Huan asked with red eyes.

Xia Rong also calmed down: "Is this the last words?"

"It's a request."

"...You think so much for others, have you ever thought about yourself? Is it worth it?"

You think about so many people, but you don't think about me even a little bit. Don't you know that I like you?

"Don't ask... If you go on, I'm afraid I will be shaken."

Coming down from the battlefield, Xia Rong found that Acacia was gone, and so was the black horse.

"Where are people!!!" Tempered General Xia roared.

No one asked who the "person" was, and everyone knew who he was referring to.

"Go back to General, he went to Fanyang!"

Before the blood on his face could be wiped off, General Xia got on his horse and ran towards Fan Yang: "Wait for me for a few days!"

A group of people stayed where they were—

General, is this battle going to be fought, General!General, come back quickly!

Xia Rong kept whipping his horsewhip, galloping like flying, leaving only blurred shadows of the scenery around him.

"Hehuan can plead guilty, but there is one requirement."

"any request?"

Shouying is not far from Fanyang, so Xia Rong was worried because he might not be able to keep up with Hehuan.

"Let me go to the bamboo house in the woods."

Xia Rong thought that the place where Hehuan was going was the palace.

He Huan led the black horse and walked unsteadily to the bamboo house. He touched the back of the black horse and patted it lightly twice.

The black horse seemed to feel something, and kept rubbing its head against him.

He Huan took Long Yin from behind, and the two eunuchs backed away in fright.

He Huan smiled at them, and said softly: "I just put it in." He walked into the bamboo house, which was clean without any dust, and put Long Yin on the table.

When he came out, the eunuch said to him, "Young Master Liu, choose one."

White silk, dagger, poisoned wine.

Hehuan picked up the poisoned wine.

The black horse next to him suddenly raised its head and howled loudly, as if screaming in grief, the two eunuchs were startled.

He Huan looked at the black horse and comforted him, "It's okay, be good."

Zuo Wuren just came back when he heard a familiar neigh... Could it be Young Master Liu? !

He hurried to the bamboo house, but saw that Hehuan had already taken the poisoned wine down his throat, before he had time to think about it, he knocked down the remaining poisonous wine in Hehuan's hand with a stone, and quickly sealed the acupoints all over Hehuan's body.

The two eunuchs were quite frightened by this movement.

Zuo Wuren glared at the two eunuchs fiercely, carried the unconscious Acacia into the bamboo hut, and put him on the bed.

"Hold on, I'll go find the prince."

As soon as Zuo Wuren came out, the two eunuchs ran away in fright.

He rode on the black horse and went straight to the death row.

He knew that Fu Chen could hear the sound in a radius of ten miles, but he didn't know if he could hear it now at the current distance.He kept chanting "My lord, the bamboo house in the woods, your son's life is in danger", hoping that Fu Chen could hear it as soon as possible.

The jailer guarding the death row is talking.

"Beiyi's beating is messed up."

"The matter of the Seventh Prince has been dragged on until now and there is no clear letter. Isn't the Holy Majesty afraid to give an order?"

"Maybe, you have to let the Seventh Prince go, otherwise, who can subdue Beiyi? Look at these days, they are suddenly made to eat, drink, and serve you..."

The conversation between the two people who thought they were keeping their voices down was passed into Fu Chen's ears verbatim.

Suddenly, as if hearing something, Fu Chen frowned.

Lord... Bamboo House...

"Tell me, how good is the seventh prince's martial arts? If he really wants to go out, can he be locked in this prison?"

"Maybe waiting for the emperor to let him out. Prison escape doesn't sound good."

"Shut up!" Fu Chen reprimanded.

It was rare for the Seventh Prince to say the first words these days to them, and the two of them shut up in fright.

The prince... the bamboo house in the woods... the son's life is in danger...

The jailer only heard the crackling sound of the iron bars falling to the ground, and when he looked again, the two layers of iron bars were completely broken, and there was no sign of the Seventh Prince in the prison... Where is he?The seventh prince escaped from prison? !Right under their noses but they didn't see it! !

Fu Chen's qinggong is above Wuye, and wherever he passes is a gust of Wuying wind.

In the past, people thought that although Fu Chen was good at fighting, he would not do it lightly, because no one had seen him use it.

In fact, it's because no one has seen it.

Xia Rong sneaked into the palace and couldn't find Hehuan, and then General Xia, who was in a hurry, didn't care about anything, and asked where Liu Hehuan was when he was arrested, and he was upright and upright, saying that no one would question him as an outsider.

He grabbed two panicked eunuchs: "Where is Liu Hehuan?!"

The eunuch trembled: "In...the woods under the mountain in the west of the city..."

Xia Rong gritted her teeth with hatred: I passed by there just now!

The general who guarded the border of Beiyi abandoned his army and galloped alone in the capital of the enemy country on horseback.

Unscrupulous.

When Zuo Wuren arrived at the death row, he saw chaos.

"King Fengyi has escaped from prison!!!"

He Huan remembered hearing the left guard say that he was going to find Fu Chen, so he kept trying not to lose his consciousness... but he didn't know if the person he was waiting for would still come.

Thinking about how obedient he was, that person forbade him to leave the bamboo house, so he would die here even if he died.

Not long after, I heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

……he came?

Fu Chen walked two steps away from the bed step by step, and stopped approaching.

Hehuan turned his head to his side with difficulty, trying to open his eyes wide, trying to see who was coming.

I couldn't see the face clearly, but just seeing the familiar outline, my heart immediately softened.

In an instant, all emotions came flooding back.

These days of fear, inexplicable longing, and grievances that have nowhere to appeal...

...Can't you, come closer to me?

I really want to see your face clearly...

Can't cry... Otherwise, the success will fall short... He closed his eyes to hold back the tears, and then opened them again.

"Seven... Prince..." Fu Chen...

Fu was silent.

"If...in the future...the prince can... think of me..." His voice was very low, but Fu Chen could hear every word clearly, and every word fell on his heart.

"I just want my lord...to remember...one thing..."

Fu Chen just lowered his eyes and listened.

"I...Liu Hehuan...never...never...like, like...you..."

I couldn't hold back the tears... When he really started to hate himself, it turned out that it would be so uncomfortable...

He doesn't want to get close to him... and he doesn't want to speak to him, even a single word...

He just listened, without emotion.

Isn't this exactly what I want?

But... in the end... I really want to hold his hand...

The air could no longer enter the lungs, and the opened mouth could not make a sound. With the last of his strength, he stretched out his hand in the direction of that person.

Until that hand hangs feebly down the edge of the bed, Fu Chen didn't make any movement, and he still maintained that posture.

Tears still flowed out when I finally closed my eyes...

In the end...you don't even want to look at me...

Xia Rong stood at the door watching all this, although he wished to go up and fight Fu Chen directly, but he also understood that this was a matter between the two of them, he was just an outsider.

At the moment when He Huan closed his eyes, Fu Chen just stood aside, listening quietly, did not say a word, and did not touch him, let the hand that stretched out towards him fall down in disappointment, and started from scratch. In the end, he was like an outsider.

But for some reason, he just stared at Hehuan's corpse for a long time without moving.

The Seventh Prince did not shed a single tear for anyone in the end, no one was an exception to him.

No one will be surprised, this is the best way to say goodbye to two heartless people.

Xia Rong took a deep breath, turned her head, and closed her eyes.

If I met you first...

Will everything be different?

You don't even have to die for him.

Just for him to say "hate you".

You really don't regret it at all?

At the beginning, he didn't believe that the dead man who had gone through life and death, walked through the wild desert alone, and delivered letters to Fu Chen from thousands of miles was an actor.

It doesn't make sense.

Only now did he understand—

In this world, loyalty is not the only thing that can make people regard death as home.

The author has something to say: Yes, General Xia and Fu Chen are the same.

To put it bluntly, it's love at first sight, but to put it bluntly, it's all about face.

Because I am too.

Follow your mother.

☆, ruthless to deep to affectionate

The escape of the Seventh Prince from prison was suppressed. It was said to the public that the Seventh Prince learned that he was framed by his cronies. He was still thinking about his old feelings after being shocked. He was released from prison just to see his old friend for the last time. Plead guilty and lead to death.

Zuo Wuren thought the prince would question him, but he didn't.

He thought, even if it doesn't matter about colluding with treacherous ministers to hide the dragon robe privately, it's just the words Mr. Liu said before his death... The prince probably really hated him this time.

Fu Chen stood in the bamboo house for a long time before leaving.

He said to Zuo Wuren: "Take him and return home." His tone was steady and stable as usual.

Xia Rong felt that he was going to be pissed to death, he had learned how ruthless Fu Chen is in people's mouth!

No one knows, it's not that he doesn't want to grab his hand, it's not that he doesn't want to get close to him, it's not that he doesn't want to hold him in his arms... He thought, of course he wanted to.

It's just that he's afraid, once he does, he won't be able to let go...

Afterwards, Lianli Zhihua, Acacia Qianye, colorful butterflies amphibious, and white lotus.

Matching wings □ □ birds, 芰 lotus protecting mandarin ducks.

His brows and eyes were deep-set, except for the coldness.

No acacia.

From then on, Yin and Yang, no wind and moon.

The servants of Fengyi's Mansion started to get busy, and the maidservant in Suoxin Pavilion was packing Hehuan's belongings while crying.

Xia Rong thought, if this bastard dared to find a random place to dirty the acacia, he would fight him desperately.He wanted to tell Fu Chen the truth, but in this way, everything He Huan had done would be in vain.

White silk was hung up in Fengyi's mansion, and there was a lot of discussion between the government and the public, but the Seventh Prince didn't care.

This clearly shows that there is trouble with the emperor.

At this time, the emperor could only turn a blind eye.

Xia Rong was very upset seeing Fu Chen's extremely leisurely appearance, and it seemed that he really didn't intend to turn against him.

He Huan was right, Fu Chen would not rebel for a person he hated to the bone.

Although he didn't want to leave, he had no reason to stay here, and those 10 people were still waiting for him.

Withdraw your troops...

Fu Chen didn't go to Suoxin Pavilion, not even the backyard.

On this day, the heavy snow covered the heavy courtyard, creating a desolate and lonely place.

People said that the Seventh Prince should hate that actor to death, he is actually a traitor.

Where does hate come from?

Love never dies, then hate never dies.

The love string is broken.

When hate is no longer attached, love cannot die by itself.

The Beiyi army began to withdraw.

The world is still peaceful.

This burst of chaos is just a small episode in history.

The Seventh Prince avenged his injustice, and the villain deserved what he deserved.

Everything calmed down again.

The emperor had concerns before, fearing that Fu Chen would be unhappy if Liu Hehuan died, but Fu Chen himself said before:

More than hate.

But now, it seems that everything has passed, and Feng Yi Mansion is very peaceful.

"Your Majesty, I feel that things are not that simple." Shang Shu said.

"how do I say this?"

"I don't know if the emperor still remembers that when there was movement in the back hall of Huayi that day, the seventh prince said it was a cat."

"remember."

"At that time, we thought that the actor's injury was caused by Fu Chen's hatred, and it must have been seriously injured, so we couldn't see anyone. But I learned that Feng Yi's mansion never kept cats, so what is he hiding from us? In the back hall There is only one person he doesn't want us to meet, I can only think of one."

——From the beginning, he was protecting Liu Hehuan.

The Fourth Prince said: "However, Liu Hehuan has been dead for a few days, and apart from hanging white silk on the mansion, I have not seen any movement from Fu Chen. Mr. Shang Shu may have thought about it. After this incident, it can be seen that he did not rebel. The desire to usurp the throne, and how could King Feng Yi conspire against an actor."

"But Fengyi's mansion is covered with white silk. All these years, when did you see such a big movement in his mansion? It's better to be cautious."

"Could he be waiting for..."

"What does the emperor mean?" Shang Shu asked.

The emperor raised his head and looked at the two of them: "Wait for Liu Hehuan's first seven."

On the seventh day, Fu Chen changed into white clothes.

——If the prince can still think of me in the future, I only need the prince to remember one thing. I, Liu Hehuan, have never liked Fu Chen.

Standing in front of He Huan's spiritual tablet, he said in a reproachful and pampering tone, "Liar...you are crying."

As soon as Xia Rong returned to Beiyi with an army of 50, news came——

Feng Yi Wang Fan Yang conspired against him.

Fu Chen wanted to rebel, and Feng Yi's army responded without principle or reason.

Almost without warning!General Xia was so angry that he couldn't think of words to curse, and his horse's head fell off: "Go south!"

I thought to myself: Who said Feng Yi is ruthless?

Ruthless to deep to affectionate.

If a ruthless person is moved with affection, he will be moved with eternal affection.

It's just that after this feeling suddenly has nothing to rely on, how to bear it?

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, red water and white bones.

Every overthrow of history will turn countless lives.

A farewell to the world...

Scenes of blood splattered on the loess, surrounded by dust...

The blood-stained eyes are slaughtered again and again...

——Exchange a period of purgatory on earth for a century of blood-stained prosperity.

— Nobody asked if it was worth it.

Sheng.

One knife, one blood, one spear.

A prosperous world.

——Just because you don’t want to rebel now, doesn’t mean you won’t rebel in the future.

—Whose blood is that?

Soldiers approach the city.

The black iron-clothed soldiers and horses slowly spread like a black plague, eroding the vast rivers and mountains.

【Meng Xin In 50, Feng Yi Wang Ping returned from Beiyi.In the winter month of the same year, the rebels gathered an army of [-] barbarians and attacked the city.Everywhere I go, I don't see Baihe. 】

"Report—the enemy army is like crazy, all of them are fighting desperately, the lieutenant is defeated..."

"Casualties are heavy!"

"The two cities of Mi and Liang are lost!"

"General Zhao is dead!"

"Jiangzhou soldiers are all martyred for the country!"

……

[80 are like losing their minds, and they all fight with their lives, with one enemy and three counts. 】

"I only know Fu Chen's kindness, but I still underestimated him after all..."

"Where is this gaining the morale of the army? This is winning the order of the army..."

"The fate is exhausted, the country is about to perish, the country is about to perish..."

[Shen, the battle must be fought in person, no battle clothes, a plain onyx, white silk hair, life and death in the blink of an eye.The sound of blood splattering on the ground is the end of the battle. 】

Looking at him, Xia Rong finally understood why his father said that this person is like a Shura in purgatory.

He didn't need any cover at all, fighting alone in the bloody sky, his white clothes didn't stain his face.

His figure on the battlefield is enough to shock anyone, regardless of the enemy or himself.

[Xia Rong, courtesy name Nianhe, was a great general guarding the borders of the Northern Yi, the second son of Xia Gu, a general of Zhen Yi, and a Han woman, good at riding and shooting, and handsome, his ability was even better than that of the ancients, and he was invincible in all battles. Kun has never failed in his life.Zhi Baifa sighed and said: "This is because I have not fought with Shen."]

"Luo, Ning, and Wu have surrendered."

"The southeast has fallen."

"Three parties have surrendered."

"The capital has surrendered."

[In [-], Fanyang was defeated by the sinking, and two people were killed, one was the monarch and the other was his brother Ji.Two battles in his life, the first battle frightens the world, and the first battle kills the king and becomes the king. 】

Above the city tower, amid deafening cheers, he ruled the world.

Looking at the excited faces of thousands of soldiers in the city, he suddenly felt... everything was meaningless.

He thought of Hehuan, and those words he had said.

Only now did he understand that it didn't matter who his sweetheart was, what he wanted was to pour wine to the moon before the flowers and the moon, and to see his libretto be tactful and then let go of his lead with a smile.

That's it.

But now, this world has become his own.

At this point, Xia Rong is ready to tell Fu Chen the truth.

"He didn't put the dragon robe on."

"I know."

Xia Rong was startled, and then became irritable: "You know you treated him like that before!!"

"He can't even get out of the Heart Pavilion. Where did he get the dragon robe?"

Xia Rong really felt that it was difficult for him to communicate with the Han people, so he stared at Fu Chen for a long time, then left angrily, but forgot to tell Fu Chen the most important thing: He Huan only likes him.

The civil servant was whispering something in his ear, and Fu Chen inexplicably remembered the matter of taking Hehuan to Wanyuan Temple that day...

"The enthronement ceremony is over, Your Majesty, everything needs to be rearranged..."

Fu Chen glanced at him impatiently, jumped on his horse and said, "Not neat." Then he ran towards Wanyuan Temple.

The innocent civil servant looked at the left guard with help-seeking eyes.

There are countless red signs hanging on the huge tree.

Fu Chen stood under the tree, trying to find the one written by Acacia among the red ticks all over the tree.

He didn't mind removing all the signatures and looking for Hehuan's handwriting one by one.

At this time, a gust of wind blew by, and a lottery fell to Fu Chen's feet.

He bent down to pick it up, and suddenly remembered that today is Qixi Festival.

is it you?

He slowly opened the red label, and there were only four words written on it, stroke by stroke, neatly:

Yellow spring knot hair.

Who would make such a wish on Qixi Festival?Unless he had already expected that he would die.

——I know that you have nothing to do with him in this life and have nothing to do with him in the next life, but the wish he made today in Wanyuan Temple gave you another possibility.

One more possibility...

He was startled, the person he wanted to end up with - was he himself?

When Fu Chen returned to the mansion, Zuo Wuren had already prepared the relics of He Huan, Fu Chen glanced at him, and then began to look through.

——I only said that the heart is not in this room, but it does not mean that it is in others.

Not on others, but on you.

"Wuye is dead, he sent the letter to Beiyi."

"That's why he has arrow wounds in his neck and legs."

"When you were on death row, he said that if you died, he would come to you."

"I saw it. That time he deliberately got wet in the rain at night."

"He wants to see you."

"Young Master, there is only one person who shouted in a coma."

It was never someone else.

The actor is lucky to be read by the world, but he can't understand the love and resentment of acacia.

Unresolved, unresolved, unresolved.

Only Zuo Wuren knew that Fu Chen entered Suoxin Pavilion on the Qixi Festival after a year.

With his fingers, he carefully traced the intricate lines poured with golden water on the door, over and over again.

The cold-blooded and ruthless sinking in the population of the world.

On that day, I leaned against the door lock and cried like a child.

On the second day, Fu Chen threw a piece of paper to Zuo Wuren, leaving a sentence: "Keep it, or find someone to give it to anyone." Then he left.

The left guard opened it and was dumbfounded.

Looking up again, there is no shadow of Fu Chen.

It is impossible for him to keep it by himself...

The left guard met the Fourteenth Prince... Just find someone...

"Left guard? Why are you here?"

The left guard held the piece of paper, and his Adam's apple slid up and down several times before hesitatingly said: "Fourteenth prince, what do you think of being the emperor?"

Fu Ci said without hesitation: "Okay! My seventh brother will just step aside."

The left guard threw the paper to Fu Ci, like throwing a piece of hot potato, and ran away after throwing it away.

Seeing his reaction like this, Fu Ci thought it was a love letter (?), and when he opened it, he was dumbfounded.

The left guard's heart is roaring!

——Damn it, I just missed the throne!Who can understand my feelings!

Fu Ci's heart is also roaring! !

——I just went to the street to visit a flower building! !Why so exciting me! !Seventh brother, you have only been emperor for three days! ! !I just said that casually! ! !

When the third prince heard the news, he almost choked to death.

Fu Ci hurriedly patted his back.

"Where's the emperor?" The third prince asked.

Fu Ci shook his head.

When General Xia in the far north heard the news, he was already indifferent.

The culture of the Central Plains is extensive and profound, and it is not something they can easily understand.

He has decided never to deal with Han people... General Xia's mother is very inexplicable.

[Kun was destroyed, and Ling was built in July, and the reign name was Qingrong, and he was Emperor Linghua.

Every three days, it will give way to compassion, and then I don't know where it is. 】

Fields of flowers, clear streams, flying butterflies, cicadas singing.

The place where the war has never been, is as beautiful as ever.

As if time had never passed, he stood here, watching everything here quietly, always feeling that when he turned around, he could see that person raised his head and smiled at himself among the flowers.

Even the sunset is exactly the same as that day.

The dragon chant is glowing with white light, the sky is full of stars