After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Chongyuan 42 years, Jingzhe.

It coincides with early spring, and the flower trees outside Chaohua City, the capital of the imperial capital, are about to bloom impatiently.But what is more lively than the peach blossoms are the princes and grandchildren who lined up outside Zhaohua City to enter the city.

The war has been fought intermittently since the beginning of autumn last year. King Ping's Red Army broke through the largest new water gate in the north of Chaohua City on the eve of the Jingzhe, and captured Emperor Ming Sheng who was playing hide-and-seek with six concubines on the dragon bed. /The hanging emperor threw it in front of King Ping.

Emperor Ming Sheng had always regarded King Ping as his half-brother, but now he unilaterally met his brother frankly, and before he had time to be ashamed, his brother chopped off his head with a knife.

The emperor and the long knife met in battle, and immediately became immortal, and the queen and the little prince died for the country one step ahead of him.

King Ping wiped the blood off the long knife, and put his ass on the dragon chair.

Proclaim king and emperor, and change dynasties.

And the princes and sons who had been out of the city to take refuge since the beginning of the war, naturally wanted to return to the city to meet the new emperor Tianyan.

The princes and ladies are distinguished, and their jade feet can't touch the ground, so they all sit in the carriage and lift the curtain to see the endless refugees outside.

Since the outbreak of the war, there have been more than [-] refugees gathered outside Chaohua City, the imperial capital, and they are expanding outward like porridge slowly overflowing.

Some refugees gathered outside the South Hill Gate of Chaohua City, blocking the way for the princes and nobles to enter the city, and the forbidden army drove the refugees in twos and threes to make way for them.

This behavior became the only joy in the boring waiting for the nobles, and they lifted the curtains one by one to watch without getting tired.Perhaps the praise in the eyes of the nobles was too much, and the guards straightened their backs more and more.

After kicking down a hungry yellow and thin old man, one of the guards with broken eyebrows twisted his ankle and was about to kick a half-prone woman in front of him.

The woman felt the feet that were about to fall on her body, and quickly hugged her head and curled up.

But the feet of the forbidden army suddenly stopped in the air.

He caught a pair of eyes.

It was a figure that was not wide and strong, even a little thin, sitting right in front of the imperial army.

He was holding a four or five-year-old child in his arms, with his head slightly lowered, the broken hair scattered on his forehead, and only a pair of pupils were faintly exposed.

Cold and violent.

In the gray-yellow sky and the earth, this gaze is like a hard snow, wrapped in a cold wind, pulling the imperial army from the cold spring back to the mid-winter in an instant.

The hot sweat that the imperial army was praised by the nobles instantly turned cold, and the outstretched feet hesitated under this gaze, but they were actually retracted.

"You, you... get lost... no," the imperial guard thought for a while, rolled the character back into his stomach, pointed to the side, and said politely, "you go over there."

Yan Huaiyin raised his eyelids and looked at the Forbidden Army who pretended to be calm in front of him for a moment, until he started to stretch his neck involuntarily and stare at him as a threat, then lowered his eyes, got up with Yan Xiuqing in his arms, and walked to the side.

And just as he made a way out, he heard the sound of galloping horseshoes. Yan Huaiyin turned his head to look over, and saw countless cavalry in armor and riding horses approaching not far away.

The snow-white horse and the pitch-black armor appeared strangely bright under the gray-yellow chaotic sky.

The sound of horseshoes swept over covered in dust, and the burly cavalry in black armor on horseback did not stop.The horseshoes were raised high, and they passed through the refugees in a well-trained manner, and went straight into the Nanqiu Gate that was opened in Chaohua City.

Yan Huaiyin stood beside the broad road holding Yan Xiuqing in his arms, quietly watching the cavalry rush past him.

It took a full half an hour for the entire army to pass by before the refugees returned to calm.

The young man's face was calm, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

And the young masters and ladies who were cut into the queue behind him did not dare to be displeased in the slightest, instead they let out low exclamations one after another.

"This is our Majesty's Red Army, right?"

"No wonder the Chaotianjian was broken in three days."

"I heard that when the little prince is still alive, his Crane Feather Army can still fight against him..."

Hearing the words He Yujun, the nobles trembled in unison, and it took a long time before someone sighed: "It's a pity that the little prince has died for the country..."

The joy in the words could not be hidden.

In the midst of such chatter, Yan Huaiyin lowered her head to examine Yan Xiuqing carefully in her arms, and found that she was just drugged into a coma, other than that there was no other serious problem, and her brows relaxed a little.

When he woke up from outside the city, what happened in the past two days seemed like a lifetime ago. Those reactions just now were just based on instinct. After standing in place for a while, he barely regained the ability to think.

After being stunned for a while, Yan Huaiyin bypassed the refugees and walked towards the moat.

He found an open space by the river, first put Yan Xiuqing beside him, then pushed back the broken hair on his forehead, and stretched out his head to look at the reflection on the river.

There are many elms and willows planted beside the moat, reflecting the calm river surface of the tender yellow and new leaves of elms and willows, a plain face slowly appears.

There is only a pair of eyes that are too good-looking, with a twinkle of light, growing on a somewhat dull face, it looks like a phoenix flying out of the wild grass.

Yan Huaiyin breathed a sigh of relief.

As if worried, he stretched out his fingertips and rubbed it around the neck carefully, making sure that the human/leather mask was firmly attached to his face before he truly felt relieved.

The refugees have been living outside Chaohua City for more than two months. The riverside is a good place near the water, which has long been occupied by strong and powerful refugees. Seeing the thin boy holding his sister coming here, they all looked at Yan Huaiyin in silence.

Yan Huaiyin didn't want to rob them, but he didn't appear panicked because of their threats.After finishing his own business, he hugged his sister and left.

His back was thin, his cheeks were mostly blocked by messy hair, only a sharp chin was exposed, and he was only wearing a dusty cotton dress.

It looked like a sparrow that was dyed gray, but his back was straight, making people feel that he could punch the air for no reason.

The refugees by the river had a lot of thoughts, but Yan Huaiyin didn't have so many scruples, he carried Yan Xiuqing into the depths of the refugee group.

They should have lived in the refugee group for a while, and it was cold at night, so the most urgent thing was to find a place to live.

After going through one piece after another of refugees, after searching for more than an hour, Yan Huaiyin finally found an unoccupied shed in a remote place.

The shed was surrounded by fences, only a narrow door was exposed, a pitiful appearance about to be torn apart by wind and rain at any time.

The inside was even darker, there was only room for two people to lie flat, and a bare wooden bed was stuffed in the corner, making it even more cramped.

Now is not the time to pick and choose, Yan Huaiyin picked up some withered grass leaves outside, spread them on wooden boards, and put Yan Xiuqing on top.

And the moment Yan Xiuqing left his arms, something rolled out of her arms onto the ground.

The thing should have been stuffed very deep, but Yan Huaiyin didn't notice it just now, but was startled by the sound of the landing, and looked at the ground.

The cloth wrapping it was spread out, and Yan Huaiyin could see the shape of the thing clearly through a little halo of light coming in from outside.

A touch of dull gold.

Such a pure color can only be a large piece of gold.

It fell to the ground with a dull thud.

But when Yan Huaiyin saw the thing, he didn't feel the joy of seeing the treasure at all. His face, which was already pale because of his weakness, turned two points paler, and for a while, he seemed to be on the verge of death.

But it was a subconscious move in his hands. The boy quickly pulled the cotton cloth that fell to the ground along with the thing, and wrapped the thing tightly.

The golden color disappeared into the darkness, Yan Huaiyin hid it at the innermost side of the wooden bed, and only when he could no longer see it did his face regain some vitality.

The violent emotion passed, and before he had time to take a breath, Yan Huaiyin only felt a sharp pain rising from his stomach.

He only had time to reach out and hold the corner of the wooden bed.

Fortunately, he seemed to be very experienced in pain. The boy bent down skillfully, slowly closed his eyes, and resisted the sharp pain in his body.

Only the soft fingertips pressed against the wooden bed fiercely, with the light blue veins on the wrist emerging.

He was already sick, and he hadn't eaten much for two days, Yan Huaiyin's mind went black from the pain, but for his own pain, he still had the time to calculate and estimate how long it would take.

It will take a quarter of an hour anyway.

Yan Huaiyin thought casually.

Sure enough, after a quarter of an hour, the convulsed stomach gradually calmed down, Yan Huaiyin opened his eyes, and only straightened up after the dizziness in his head passed.

As if he had noticed something, the boy turned around and saw a person coming in from outside the shed.

It was the woman whom the imperial army wanted to kick just now.

It was Yan Huaiyin's look that made the imperial guard let her go.

"Don't be afraid, my name is Qiu Niang. I'm not a bad person." Seeing Yan Huaiyin looking over, she hurriedly said, "I think you're the only one with your sister, haven't you eaten yet?"

It is noon now, and logically it is indeed time to eat.When the little prince didn't see Hades, at least they wouldn't starve to death. Now that King Ping has conquered the imperial capital, he is busy putting his ass on the dragon chair, so he won't remember the tens of thousands of unlucky pariahs outside the city.

Food will only become more and more precious among the refugees from now on.

Qiuniang must have followed Yan Huaiyin all the way from the river to the shed, but at this moment she came in rashly and asked if they had eaten.

It looks much more terrifying than the forbidden army who can only kick people.

But Yan Huaiyin's hostility disappeared without a trace. He leaned against the board and smiled: "Not yet."

As soon as the voice came out, Qiuniang was startled for a moment.

It was really dumb, like talking for two days and two nights in a row.

But the background is mild.

Feeling this, Qiuniang was not so afraid at last, she stepped forward, took out something from her bosom, and stuffed it into Yan Huaiyin's hand: "Eat it quickly, I just watched, you are young, you still hug With a child, where can I get food, so I followed to see."

Yan Huaiyin looked down and saw half a dusty steamed bun in his hand.

The moment Yan Huaiyin saw the steamed buns, he quietly retracted the dagger hidden behind him.

In today's situation, food is so precious, no matter what, no one will use food as a trick to coax a pair of brothers and sisters who seem to be defenseless and weak.

It's okay for him not to eat, but his sister can't. Thinking of this, Yan Huaiyin finally accepted the steamed buns: "Thank you."

"Thank you," the woman rubbed her clothes with her hands, showing a shy smile, "Those imperial guards kicked people so badly, if it wasn't for you, brother, my ribs might have been broken by him."

"I just heard that." Yan Huaiyin frowned, did not answer her words, and suddenly asked with a smile, "The little prince died for the country?"

Hearing his words, Qiuniang was also silent for a moment, and then sighed after a long time: "It's a pity that such a good prince passed away at only 17 years old."

Listening to her words, Yan Huaiyin lowered her head slightly, held the steamed bun with both hands, and gently broke the steamed bun into two pieces.

He stuffed the big half back into the woman's hand, and said softly, "I see, thank you."

When Qiuniang saw him handing over the steamed buns, she wanted to refuse, but Yan Huaiyin glanced at her lightly, but for some reason she couldn't say the words of refusal, and finally caught the small half of the steamed buns in a mysterious way.

After repaying the kindness and having no reason to stay here, Qiuniang wanted to say goodbye, but thinking of her own dead child, she glanced at Yan Huaiyin who looked quite "helpless" in front of her, and finally couldn't help but exhort: : "Brother, if you have any difficulties, come to me."

Yan Huaiyin really didn't know why she suddenly became pitiful, but she smiled and said: "Okay, thank you Qiuniang, I will remember."

After Qiuniang left, Yan Huaiyin returned to the wooden bed with the steamed bun in her hand, gently rolled a small piece off the edge, and gave it to her sister.

But maybe the steamed buns have been aged for a long time, and they are dry and astringent, Yan Huaiyin didn't feed them into the little girl's mouth for a long time.

And whenever the fingertips exert force, the steamed buns will shatter into slag like giving up on themselves.

Naturally, Yan Huaiyin couldn't get angry with an innocent piece of steamed bun, so she got up resignedly, carried her sister out of the shed, and wanted to find some water to soak the steamed bun.

But as soon as he stepped out of the shed, he felt a gust of wind blowing towards him.

As soon as the boy raised his eyes, he saw a bright knife point rushing towards him from the front.

It is difficult for the refugees to survive, and burning, killing and looting happen all the time, and everyone is used to it. At this moment, Chaoyan Huaiyin's knife point is just one of the most common among the jungle.

Yan Huaiyin naturally refused to be that "food" honestly.

His eyes flashed, and the dagger had slipped into his hand.

The scabbard fell to the ground, and when Yan Huaiyin was about to meet him, his eyes suddenly went dark.

A person flew from an angle, passed right in front of him, and hit the distance with a bang.

It seemed that they hadn't expected such a scene, and everyone was taken aback.

Yan Huaiyin looked in the direction where the flying man landed.