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

She asked such a question.

Meng Jingxuan passed by the alley every day, and opened the curtain back and forth to watch Sanniang sell flowers. He had seen her laughing and joking with others, and he also knew that she had a younger sister, who often came to her with braids. The two would sometimes hold hands and walk home along the Xinshui River.

All the way the river is in the clouds, and the white waves embrace the mountains.

In the turn of the two seasons, Meng Jingxuan never got out of the carriage to buy a bouquet of flowers in person.

Yan Huaiyin couldn't answer her question, he was not Meng Jingxuan.At this time, he was even in a relationship with Meng Jingxuan, so he replied softly, "I don't know."

Hearing what he said, Sanniang smiled a little embarrassedly: "I was impulsive and asked such a question."

San Niang came forward and took out another epiphyllum from the flower basket: "Since he won't come back in the future, the young master knows him again, please help me to give this flower to him."

Sanniang said: "He bought my flowers for more than a year. Later, I remembered that I would leave him a bouquet in advance every day. This bouquet was left for him in advance today. Since he can't come, I The right to give it to him is considered a good death."

Starting with an umbrella and ending with flowers is indeed a happy ending.

Yan Huaiyin took the bouquet of epiphyllum flowers with his hand, and said in a warm voice, "I'm going to look for him, and I will definitely deliver the girl's flowers."

Sanniang smiled happily, and she saluted Yan Huaiyin: "Thank you, my lord."

Yan Huaiyin left Chaohua City with two bouquets of flowers.

Epiphyllum blooms late at night, and at this time they are only small buds, Yan Huaiyin is holding them with one hand and the horse rope with the other, different from last time, this time he walked slowly to the suburbs.

He set off in the evening, and when he arrived at the small piece of mountains and rivers that covered the other courtyard again, the sky had turned blue-black, and the last ray of sunlight was about to fade away.

The horse stopped at the door of Meng Jingxuan's other courtyard, Yan Huaiyin let go of the rope and got off the horse.

When he came last time, the door was tightly closed. This time he got off his horse, and when he looked at the courtyard door, he saw that the door was wide open. It seemed that the owner of the courtyard had expected him to come a long time ago, and he was opening the door at this time. Greet him the same.

Yan Huaiyin looked in through the wide open door, and saw an official hat chair in the middle of the courtyard, and Meng Jingxuan was sitting on it looking at him.

He seemed to have been waiting here for Yan Huaiyin for a long time, and when Yan Huaiyin looked over, a long-awaited smile appeared on his pale face, and he said softly, "Lord Yan is here."

Yan Huaiyin walked into the small courtyard, stood still ten steps away from him, nodded and said, "Hello, Young Master Meng."

The two are like old friends who have been reunited for a long time.

Meng Jingxuan looked at the flowers in his arms, her eyes flickered: "Why did Lord Yan bring flowers?"

Hearing what he said, Yan Huaiyin took out a flower from her bosom, approached it, bent slightly, handed it to Meng Jingxuan, and said with a smile, "I'm going to see Sanniang."

Meng Jingxuan raised her head abruptly, and her face turned pale again in an instant.

Yan Huaiyin laughed and said: "Young Master Meng, don't think too much, I'm not interested in blackmailing you with an innocent girl, we just had a chat, she asked me to send you a bouquet of flowers."

Meng Jingxuan obviously didn't believe his statement, but still took the flowers from him.

He held the flower stem tightly, and the emerald green flower leaves were squeezed out by him, soaking his fingertips little by little.

Yan Huaiyin stepped back another ten steps.

After a long time, Meng Jingxuan held his breath and looked at him: "Since you dare to come, you should know what you will face."

He said firmly: "You can't get out of this yard."

Yan Huaiyin folded his sleeves and listened quietly to Meng Jingxuan's words. After Meng Jingxuan had no intention of going further, he said, "Young Master Meng, I am here to overthrow Nanyang Marquis Mansion. If we don’t go out, the Nanyang Marquis Mansion will not be safe until tomorrow night.”

"Really?" Meng Jingxuan stood up, his face was pale, he stared at Yan Huaiyin, and said like a wandering soul, "Then Lord Yan, look behind you."

As soon as his words fell, Yan Huaiyin heard the sound of armor colliding. He turned around and saw troops packed full of troops outside the wooden door.

As the night was getting darker, Yan Huaiyin couldn't estimate the number of people for a while, but he saw the soldiers in the front row were holding bows, and they pinched the cold black iron arrows on the bowstring with their fingertips, each pointing at Yan Huaiyin.

Meng Jingxuan walked past him and went out the door. When the army with bows saw him approaching, they turned sideways expressionlessly and made way for a gap.

Meng Jingxuan stood in the gap surrounded by the army, turned to look at Yan Huaiyin.

He smiled slightly: "Master Yan, I told you that you can't leave this courtyard."

Yan Huaiyin tilted his head, as if he was thinking about something, after a while, he suddenly realized: "Private soldiers, private soldiers of Nanyang Marquis Mansion."

Being good at raising private soldiers is for treason.

Yan Huaiyin smiled and said, "Meng Jingxuan, you are so brave."

The Nanyang Marquis Mansion has raised such a group of privates with weapons and armor, Meng Jingxuan can still stand with them.

Meng Jingxuan pursed her lips when she heard the words, and said, "The Marquis of Nanyang asked me to kill you."

By killing Yan Huaiyin, his father would no longer have to go to the extremely cold place to suffer exile.

Meng Jingxuan said that he would kill him, but Yan Huaiyin just nodded and said, "I know."

Meng Jingxuan raised his hand slightly, and as he raised his hand, the three rows of soldiers behind him drew the bow full again.

The arrow is on the string, Yan Huaiyin is pointed at by countless arrows, these arrows are woven into a dense net, Yan Huaiyin is the lone bird that is entangled, as long as he flaps his wings, he will be pierced by thousands of arrows.

Yan Huaiyin moved.

With a whistling sound, the hair on his sideburns was lifted, an arrow pierced through his shoulder, the clothes on his shoulder were ripped apart, the flesh and blood on his shoulder was cut open by the arrow, and blood gushed out instantly, staining the unopened epiphyllum on his shoulder red .

The soldier who released the arrow had no expression on his face, his eyes were like a wolf's, and he smoothly pulled out another arrow from the arrow basket behind his back, put it on the string and drew it full, pointing the arrow point at Yan Huaiyin again.

He moved, and an arrow flew.

The Marquis of Nanyang ordered that Yan Huaiyin must be tortured to death slowly before venting his hatred.

Yan Huaiyin didn't even twitch his eyelashes, as if it wasn't his flesh and blood that the arrow feather pierced, he walked back again.

He took ten steps until he retreated behind the chair.

When he raised his eyelids and looked out from behind the chair, his clothes had been shot to no good place by the arrows.

Yan Huaiyin lowered his hand, and gently wiped away the blood that flowed from his forearm to his wrist.

He looked at Meng Jingxuan, and said with a smile: "Young Master Meng, at this moment, only I know that the Marquis of Nanyang is raising private soldiers."

"But," he looked up at the sky, "guess, when will His Majesty know?"

Meng Jingxuan's expression suddenly changed.

He said coldly, "What do you mean?"

"On the paper that Zhu Liang gave you that day, there was the private seal of the Marquis of Nanyang. With this private seal and the handwriting of the Marquis of Nanyang, you can use the private soldiers of the Marquis of Nanyang's mansion." Yan Huaiyin put his hand on the back of the chair and pressed down. Holding his breath, the pain from the arrow wound on his body began to drill into the bone marrow, but what he said had to be steady.

"Young Master Meng, guess, if I ask someone to bring this piece of paper into the city and present it to His Majesty, he left half an hour ago, how far is the piece of paper printed with the handwriting of the Nanyang Marquis private soldier from the Shengshangyu Case?"

Meng Jingxuan blurted out: "I have already destroyed that piece of paper."

Yan Huaiyin continued his words in a flash, and he said softly, "Then treat that piece of paper as ruined."

"However, the gate of Chaohua City is closed at [-]:[-] pm, and now it is almost [-]:[-] pm. If my person really has this piece of paper, he will have already entered Chaohua City at this time. If he really took that piece of paper and entered Chaohua Cheng, young master Meng, what do you think should be done?"

Yan Huaiyin's eyebrows were gentle: "Will the Nanyang Marquis Mansion be safe until tomorrow night?"

He just said that regardless of whether he can go out or not, the Nanyang Marquis Mansion will not be safe until tomorrow night.

Meng Jingxuan's complexion turned extremely ugly, and he looked up at the sky.

The gate of Chaohua City is almost closed.

It's too late to make a choice. It is not a difficult choice to expose the death of Yan Huaiyin and the raising of private soldiers in the Nanyang Marquis.

He had to stop Yan Huaiyin's men from entering Chaohua City.

But Meng Jing was silent for a moment, then smiled awkwardly. Before leaving, he raised his hand and said coldly: "Shooting arrows."

The next moment, arrows rained towards Yan Huaiyin, and the sky was instantly filled with dense rain of arrows. Yan Huaiyin looked up.

He gripped the chair under his hand tightly and threw it out.

Jiang Lian caught the waist card thrown to him.

Emperor Chengde supported his head and waved his hands at him: "I misunderstood Jiu Qiansui, Jiu Qiansui has worked hard these few days, go out of the palace and go back to the mansion to have a good rest."

Jiang Lian took the badge and said quietly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

He neither bowed down to salute nor said much, just took the waist card and left Cang Ning Hall.

He left the Cangning Palace without stopping at all, he left the palace all the way and returned to Baowen Street.

Dai Shudao was lighting the lantern. He received the news that Jiang Lian was coming back, so he waited in front of the gate.

The carriage appeared at the intersection, but stopped in front of the mansion after a while, and Jiang Lian got out of the carriage.

The first time he came down, he looked at the gate of the small courtyard next to him.

It was tightly closed, and there was no movement.

Jiang Lian looked at Uncle Dai and said, "Where's Yan Huaiyin?"

Dai Shudao lowered his head and said: "I haven't seen Mr. Yan today, but I saw the guard next to him. He led two horses and seemed to be going out of the city."

Jiang Lian's movements froze there, the contours of his face were deeper than others, and now that he looked at people so coldly, it made people dare not look directly at him.

Dai Shudao lowered his head.

Not long after, Jiang Lian's voice came from above his head: "Lead me a horse."

Dai Shudao was taken aback, thinking he had heard it wrong, he said in astonishment, "Putting... the horse?"

Jiang Lian's voice became cold: "Can't you lead a horse?"

"Yes," Dai Shudao hurriedly said, he didn't dare to delay any longer. There was only one horse in the house, which was a tribute horse from the Western Regions. Emperor Chengde gave it to Jiang Lian and kept it in the backyard.

Uncle Dai struggled to pull it out.

As soon as he led the horse out of the house, Jiang Lian took over the rope. The lines on Jiang Lian's face suddenly became sharp. He put his left foot on the saddle and sat on the horse as soon as he turned around.

This fiery horse had not yet been tamed, and at this moment it was suddenly ridden up, and the horse's nose burst out with angry and hot breath.

Jiang Lian raised his eyebrows, and pulled the horse's rope up fiercely. The horse's hoof was raised high, and when it fell again, he was forced to run forward according to the will of the man on his back.

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At the moment of Xu Shi, the gate of Chaohua City was not yet closed, but the ordinary people in front of the gate had already been cleared out, and a torrent of armored warriors rode on war horses, flowing out of Chaohua Gate in an orderly manner.

It is the Red Army.

The mere appearance of the heavy cavalry under the control of Dedi made people tremble. The gatekeepers hid at the gate and watched them, praying in their hearts that they would pass quickly.

And in the middle of the red armor, there is a touch of silver that is extremely dazzling.

Wearing silver armor, Gu Huanshan rode on a strong horse. His figure was straight and straight, and he followed the Red Army all the way out of the city gate.

The Turks have been dishonest these days, the Red Army went north in two waves, this is the second wave, Gu Huanshan received the order to send them off.

Send the Red Army fifty miles away from Chaohua City, and he can just go back.

The journey went smoothly, but when he and the Red Army walked more than ten miles outside Chaohua City, there was a hurried sound of horseshoes behind him.

Gu Huanshan turned around while leading the horse, and saw a person galloping towards him on a horse.

It's Jiang Lian.

Before Gu Huanshan could be surprised, the Red Army beside him was Yisu.

In front of the Red Army was another group of troops. The leader, lightly dressed and pale, was the wanted Meng Jingxuan.

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