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

When Meng Jingxuan saw the Red Army in red armor a hundred steps away, her entire face turned pale to the extreme.

He instantly understood Yan Huaiyin's plan.

He didn't have that piece of paper at all, and that piece of paper had been burned to ashes by him in the incense burner.

Yan Huaiyin framed him.

The so-called person who sent the letter to Emperor Chengde was just an introduction set by him.

They did see a man on the road, and that man had been hooking them at a not too far away, leading them to meet the Red Army at this time.

Yan Huaiyin had calculated everything, but Meng Jingxuan was in the middle of the game and followed him step by step. The moment he met the Red Army, there was no time to retreat.

The leader of the Red Army at the front had already seen them.

Armies with weapons appeared outside Chaohua City. This is a big deal. The eyes of the commander of the Red Army hiding in his pocket turned cold. When he raised his hand, the silent Red Army behind him instantly turned into a rushing torrent. .

They consciously divided into two groups, flanking left and right, and within a short while, surrounded Meng Jingxuan and his party.

The private soldiers of Nanyang Marquis Mansion had no power to fight back in front of this heavy cavalry battalion.

The commander of the Red Army rushed forward immediately, came to Meng Jingxuan and glanced at him, his voice contained the meaning of killing on the battlefield: "You are the most wanted criminal of His Majesty."

He is extremely tall and tall. The two of them sat on the horse at the same time. When they lowered their heads to look at Meng Jingxuan, they felt like a mountain was pressing towards him. .

The two confronted each other here, and Jiang Lian also came here on his horse.

He saw Gu Huanshan, and Gu Huanshan saw him.

Both of them didn't speak, but looked at the private soldiers of Nanyang Marquis Mansion surrounded by the Red Army at the same time.

It didn't take long for the Red Army to open a crack, and the commander came out from the inside, and walked up to the two of them on horseback.

He wasn't too surprised by Jiang Lian's appearance, but said: "The Red Army was ordered by the Holy Majesty to go north. Which of the two adults will go to the city and recruit some people to escort these private soldiers back to the imperial capital?"

In his words, he meant that he wanted to give away the credit. As for who gets it, it depends on how Jiang Lian and Gu Huanshan choose.

Jiang Lian has Jinyiwei and Dongchang under his command, and Gu Huanshan has [-] Guanggu soldiers under his command.

But Jiang Lian ignored his words, he rode forward and looked at Meng Jingxuan through the Red Army, he asked, "Where is Yan Huaiyin?"

Unlike the Red Army commander, Jiang Lian looked over indifferently, and Meng Jingxuan felt that if he didn't tell, Jiang Lian would really dare to kill him on the spot.

Meng Jingxuan said in a hoarse voice: "He is in another courtyard thirty miles away, and he probably won't survive."

After the arrow was shot, Meng Jingxuan left someone behind to deal with the aftermath. No matter what Yan Huaiyin said, he should die now.

When he said these words, not only Jiang Lian, but even Gu Huanshan turned their heads to look this way: "What did you say?!"

Meng Jingxuan pursed her lips: "I said Yan Huaiyin should be dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Lian had already galloped out without the slightest hesitation, heading towards the other courtyard thirty miles away.

Gu Huanshan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately wanted to gallop his horse to follow, but was stopped by the commander of the Red Army: "Little General Gu, this is a private soldier, and the credit for capturing the private soldier is enough to protect your Gu family from making further contributions to the rank of nobleman, Jiang Zemin." If you don’t want a eunuch, don’t you want it?”

Gu Huanshan suddenly turned around and looked at him, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

The commander's voice was calm: "That's all I have to say, if the choice is all up to General Gu."

Emperor Chengde liked Gu Huanshan. As a soldier under Emperor Chengde, the commander was more willing to give him the credit, so he said these words.

But if Gu Huanshan only cared about Yan Huaiyin, the leader would think that he has no eyes.

Gu Huanshan glanced at Jiang Lian's back, he had almost disappeared from their sight, without the slightest hesitation, as if nothing could stop him from running to another courtyard.

Gu Huanshan's heart was filled with powerless sorrow, he reined in the horse rope, took a last look at the distance, turned around and ran towards Chaohua City.

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Yan Huaiyin crawled out from the corpse.

The sky was full of arrows raining down, and he didn't have the ability to be unscathed under it.

He only had time to throw out the chair under his hand, blocking a little arrow rain, and for a few moments, he was able to hide in the room behind him.

Yan Huaiyin entered the room, and didn't have time to count how many arrows he had been shot in - when Meng Jingxuan left, there were still ten people left to "solve" him.

He hid in the house and dealt with those ten people. When the last person stabbed the knife into his waist, he also stuck the arrow point into his neck.

The dead soldiers pressed towards him like a mountain, Yan Huaiyin's wrists were shaking, and he had no more strength to push him away, and fell down with him on the cold floor.

The soldier pressed on him, and with all his strength, he pushed his arm forward again, and with the blade inserted in Yan Huai's waist, he sent another two points forward.

Yan Huaiyin's eyes widened, and he couldn't help it any longer, and let out a painful groan.

His mind was dizzy, and it took him a long time to wake up.Everything in the room was sunk in darkness, nothing could be seen, Yan Huaiyin raised his trembling wrist with all his strength, and rubbed it to the place where the knife stabbed his waist.

His hand touched the junction where the blade sank into his flesh, and it took a long time before his fingertips could feel the warm blood flowing out.

He was bleeding all the time.

The soldier's head was pressed against his shoulder, Yan Huaiyin turned his head to the left, he pursed his lips, with one cheek pressed against the cold ground, and exhaled lightly.

Immediately, he raised his hand to support the shoulder of the person on the body, gritted his teeth and pushed hard, pushing the armored dead body that was much heavier than him away inch by inch.

With such force, the wounds all over his body were torn and began to bleed out one after another. The wound between the waist and abdomen was the most severe. Just now, Yan Huaiyin had to touch it with his fingertips to feel the blood flowing out. Now as soon as he exerted force, he could feel The blood from the waist and abdomen rushed out like a rushing brook.

But Yan Huaiyin didn't stop, he pushed for a while and rested for a while, I don't know how long it took before the weight on his body suddenly disappeared.

The corpse fell beside him, staring straight at Yan Huaiyin with unrepentant eyes.

Yan Huaiyin looked at him, and bit by bit separated his fingers holding the handle of the knife.

After the last finger was released, Yan Huaiyin did not rest. He covered the knife wound on his waist with one hand, and put the other hand on the ground. His face was covered with blood, and the blood flowed into his eyes. There was a thick layer of blood on it, making it difficult to see clearly.

Yan Huaiyin used his other hand to touch little by little, he touched the corner of the table inch by inch, and stood up while supporting the table little by little.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't stand upright when he stood up, his back was arched, his temples were covered with sweat mixed with blood on the tip of his nose, and he was panting lowly.

Blood dripped to the ground as he panted.

After a long time, Yan Huaiyin left the table and moved out little by little.

The room was full of corpses, Yan Huaiyin staggered over the corpses, and when he reached the threshold, he had no strength anymore, he slid down the edge of the door, leaning on the edge of the threshold.

Fortunately he had already left the house, the yard was always brighter than the house, Yan Huaiyin leaned against the door and looked up at the moon.

His eyes were full of blood, and the blood flowed down the corners of his eyes, and the moon in his eyes turned blood red.

After watching for a while, Yan Huaiyin couldn't bear it any longer, and slowly lowered his head. There was also a corpse by the threshold. He leaned against the threshold with his head drooping, and it looked like another corpse for a moment.

But he still holds an arrow in his hand, and when Lian Qing comes back to look for him, he will make a noise to let people know that he is here.

Ten people died, and the smell of blood was full. When Jiang Lian rode to this other courtyard, he found Meng Jingxuan's other courtyard without much effort.

The courtyard door was wide open, when he entered, the first thing he saw was Yan Huaiyin leaning against the threshold.

Jiang Lian's breathing was stagnant.

Seen from his line of sight, Yan Huaiyin's head was lowered, almost shrunk into a ball.

Like a dead man.

The only thing that showed he was alive was an arrow stuck in the back of his neck.

The arrow was still intact, the point of the arrow had not penetrated into his shoulder and neck, but the long shaft was hanging out of his body with the arrow feathers attached.

He bent his waist, his thin back arched, the arrow shaft was stuck on his shoulder, and the arrow feathers trembled slightly with his weak breathing, as if he was using the blood and flesh of this handful of bones to support this The cold arrow that has been crossed by the moonlight is bound to burn out its temperature.

The skinny bones that have been squeezed dry.

Jiang Lian didn't know how he got in front of Yan Huaiyin. He squatted down in front of Yan Huaiyin, wanting to touch him, but under the moonlight, his clothes were disheveled and his body was covered in sticky blood.

Jiang Lian finally landed his fingertips on the side of his neck, touching a handful of blood.

Yan Huaiyin felt that someone touched him, and he raised his head very slowly.

He couldn't see clearly, he only saw a person squatting in front of him, who didn't seem to come to kill him, so Yan Huaiyin moved forward, trying to see more clearly.

Until the tip of his nose barely touched Jiang Lian's nose, Yan Huaiyin narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a while, and said, "Jiang Lian?"

He has no strength to speak, his voice is light and thin, low and hoarse, and blood flows down the corner of his lips when he opened his lips.

How can a person shed so much blood.

Jiang Lian stretched out his hand and covered his bleeding waist, Yan Huaiyin had no strength left, Jiang Lian's hand covered him, and his hand slipped down and fell to his side.

Jiang Lian touched his face, her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of scaring him: "Yan Huaiyin, won't you be hurt?"

It took Yan Huaiyin a long time to understand the meaning of his words. He blinked and opened his lips as if wanting to answer his words, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He is not too greedy for joy/pleasure, but he is used to pain and has an unlimited tolerance for pain.

But this time it did hurt.

It hurts.

But Yan Huaiyin couldn't learn how to shout pain to others, he thought about it, and smiled at Jiang Lian: "Jiang Lian, did the Red Army meet Meng Jingxuan?"

Jiang Lian lowered her body, leaned close to his ear and murmured: "Yes, the Red Army met Meng Jingxuan, your plan has succeeded."

He tore off the clothes on his body with one hand, trying to tie up Yan Huaiyin's wound to stop the bleeding, when he heard a weak laugh.

Yan Huaiyin raised his hand, and his fingertips struggled to catch the clothes at the cuffs.

He pulled Jiang Lian to lower his head, and the arrow feathers on his back trembled. Yan Huaiyin's voice was quick, like a torch blown by a strong wind in the dark night, but it was firm.

He said happily: "Jiang Lian, there is no more shouting about taxes."

No more shouting tax, no sunshade tax, no more.There will be no more uncontrolled gambling houses that fill the whole street, no more.

When the people of Chaohua City and Daqi go to the morning market tomorrow morning facing the rising sun, the brilliance of the sun will no longer be blocked by the shadows of the trees. They don’t need to know why it didn’t happen, they just need to laugh To meet the sun, the clean sun.

Yan Huaiyin's eyes were full of blood, and his whole body was sluggish under the moonlight. He just raised his head to look at the moon, and he thought the moon was beautiful.

What he used to do when he was a prince, after eight years, he became Yan Huaiyin, and he still did it.

Yan Huaiyin panted softly, he couldn't control himself from the pain, and he didn't even know he was shaking.

But he was thinking that he would take it slowly, step by step.

He wants the haze of the rich and powerful to no longer cover the brilliance of the sun, and he wants every common people who are struggling to live to be upright and upright, to live the life they want without fear, and to hold on to what should belong to the people without fear. thing.

The sun belongs to the common people, they live in this world without stealing or grabbing, why can't they live a good life?

Jiang Lian held his hand, Yan Huaiyin's palm was covered with blood, Jiang Lian's clean hand clasped his hand, so it was covered with his blood.

He held his hand tightly and wiped away the blood from the corner of Yan Huaiyin's eye, but his face was covered with blood, Jiang Lian's hand touched the corner of his eye, and the back of his hand dripped onto his eyelashes. of blood.

Jiang Lian's voice was hoarse: "Well, there won't be any more."

Emperor Chengde would not condone a Nanyang Marquis who raised private soldiers, Yan Huaiyin succeeded.

Yan Huaiyin just laughed, he looked at Jiang Lian lowering his head to bandage the wound on his waist, he seemed to think of something, the breath he exhaled was gone as soon as he exited his mouth: "Jiang Lian, you said I was a liar, what did I lie to you? "

His face was getting paler, most of it was stained with blood, and the corners of his pale lips were also bright red.

The mind was in a daze, and the words that blurted out without much thought.

Jiang Lian raised his head, looked at him with light-colored pupils, and said, "I forgive you."

"Yan Huaiyin," Jiang Lian squeezed his thin fingertips, and said, "No matter what you did, I will forgive you."

Yan Huaiyin lowered her head, eyes half closed, and hummed when she heard his words.

His hand, which was not held by Jiang Lian, moved, and something slipped out of his broken cuff.

With great effort, he handed the thing to Jiang Lian.

A blood-stained epiphyllum can unexpectedly bloom in the middle of the night.

The outer petals were soaked in blood, only the snow-white stamens inside were clean.

Yan Huaiyin took Jiang Lian's hand and put it on the flower. He moved closer to him, as if he wanted to say something to him, but he couldn't help it for a while, and his chin hit Jiang Lian's shoulder.

Jiang Lian hugged him.

"Meng Jingxuan likes girls." Yan Huaiyin leaned closer to his ear, smacking his ears with all the frivolous breath, "He gave you flowers for the girls, and you took the flowers, but the flowers are not actually yours."

"This one is different."

"I send you flowers, and these flowers are for you," Yan Huaiyin said halfway, swallowing the blood in his throat with great effort, with a smile in his voice, "I don't have anything on me, only a flower, all for you." You, thank you for forgiving me."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Lian didn't answer him for a long time, and Yan Huaiyin didn't care, she just lay on his shoulder and looked up at the moon.

Slowly close your eyes.

Jiang Lian pinched the back of his neck: "Yan Huaiyin, don't sleep."

Yan Huaiyin curled up the hand holding his sleeve, hummed, and said, "Jiang Lian, the Nanyang Marquis Mansion is over."

His consciousness was already confused, he didn't know what he was talking about, sometimes he said that the moon was beautiful, and sometimes he said that the Nanyang Marquis Mansion was over, Jiang Lian bandaged his wounds and responded to him one by one.

After temporarily stopping the blood on Yan Huaiyin's body, Jiang Lian's hand stroked his hair.

He gently gave Yan Huaiyin a hug, even though Yan Huaiyin in his arms couldn't feel it anymore.

"It's too difficult." He looked sideways and kissed Yan Huaiyin's ear tip.

Being sent to Chaohua City as a chess piece, with nothing left, every step is extremely dangerous, and it is so difficult to control people's hearts.Yan Huaiyin managed to overthrow the Nanyang Marquis Mansion with just such a little bit of step-by-step maneuvering, something that Jiang Lian was not very sure about.

Jiang Lian's voice became soft into a line: "Thank you, Ayan, for your hard work."

The author says:

感谢在2022-05-2421:14:50-2022-05-2509:46:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of chubby fox;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!