Lone Grass Gap

Even though the heavy panting of the horse under him could already be heard, Fan Hua still lashed the horse's back vigorously.

Behind him, a group of unhurried people were chasing.

"Brother Huang, come back with me!" Sheng Yekun shouted.

Fan Hua ignored it, whipped again and again, and the speed was a little faster. In the suburbs where there was no wind, his long hair was flying high.

Suddenly an arrow shot out and stabbed the horse fiercely. With the miserable cry of the horse, Fan Hua fell to the ground.

The severe pain made Fan Hua's eyes go black for a while.He shook his head, and with the remaining consciousness, he limped forward along the river, dragging his left foot, which was no longer able to use any strength.

However, soon, the pursuers were getting closer and closer to him.

Reaching hard into his clothes, Fan Hua took out a packet of medicinal powder and sprinkled it back suddenly.

The pursuers closest to him fell down one after another, but Fan Hua also fell to the ground again because of this blow.

Panting heavily, Fan Hua, whose face was still pale despite the vigorous exercise, looked back, and countless pursuers came surging forward with weapons in their hands held high.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Fan Hua bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, in exchange for a moment of sobriety through the pain again.

He struggled to prop up his body with the remaining right foot, and continued to drag his body forward.

Another wave of pursuers chased after him, and Fan Hua took out the medicine bag again, just about to throw it out, but when his hand was in the air, he fell powerlessly.

Looking at the medicine bag An Ran lay in his hand, Fan Hua sighed softly in his heart.

"Brother Huang, in fact, I don't have to kill you. It's been so many years, don't you understand me?" Sheng Yekun said with a smile.

Fan Hua, who was about to lose consciousness, heard the sound of the river flowing in his ears, and what Sheng Yekun said, but there was a rush of horseshoes.

His body was suspended in the air suddenly, and then he was firmly locked on the horse's back. Fan Hua managed to pull himself together, and looked up to see a face he couldn't believe.

"Brother Zhuzi?" A weak voice sounded.

Zhu Zi glanced down at him, then gave his horse a hard twitch: "Don't be afraid, brother is here."

Fan Hua struggled to think about it, but he was almost exhausted and couldn't break free from Zhu Zhu's arm.

"Brother, let me go..." Fan Hua, who couldn't move his body, could only move his mouth.

Zhu Zi still laughed heartily: "I was unable to protect my younger brother before, and I regretted it too much, but now I have fulfilled my wish."

While speaking, he drove his horse into the dense forest.

The sound of howling wind came from my ears, and the fierce sunlight flowed down through the lush branches and leaves, bringing occasional warmth.

As the horse galloped wildly, Fan Hua was in a daze as he went up and down, and gradually lost consciousness.

It was nightfall when he woke up again, Fan Hua moved, and the pain from his left leg made him hum softly.

Soon a person helped him up and leaned against the thick tree trunk.

Opening his eyes, Fan Hua said wearily: "Brother Zhuzi, you'd better go..."

Zhu Zi rubbed his head: "Silly boy, what are you talking about, I'm your brother."

Fan Hua looked around, and could barely see his five fingers without lighting a fire.

A deep beast roar came from his ears, Fan Hua leaned against the big tree and sighed, "Brother Zhuzi..."

"Are you hungry?" Zhu Zi looked at him with concern.

Cursing his lips, the interrupted Fan Hua shook his head.

Zhu Zi walked up to him and sat down, followed by a forbearing low cry from him.

Fan Hua looked at him: "Are you injured?"

"I got stabbed a few times," Zhu Zi said carelessly, and the only light left could only see his vague outline, "but it was worth it."

"Zhuzi, are you stupid!" A loud shout suddenly broke through the dark silence.

Standing up abruptly, just when he was about to help Fanhua get up and mount his horse, an arrow whizzed towards him with the sound of bitter wind, stuck in the tree trunk, blocking their way.

A thick-backed man approached them riding an equally strong horse. In his right hand was a huge copper hammer.

"General," Zhu Zi said with difficulty, his voice became dry due to the long-term lack of water in his throat, like the wind blowing old tree bark, "Xiao Fan has paid so much for the military camp, can't he get a chance to survive?" Chance?"

But Yue Qing turned a deaf ear and drove his horse closer.

Turning around, he carried Fan Hua onto the horse, slapped the horse's back, and when he turned to face Yue Qing, Zhu Zi clenched the sword in his hand.

As the horse galloped wildly, the distance became farther and farther away, and the pillars became more and more blurred in Fan Hua's eyes.

In the last gaze, there was the picture of Yue Qing swinging the copper hammer and hitting the pillar into the river.

Tears couldn't stop flowing, Fan Hua bit his lip, suppressing the pain in his heart.Turning around, seeing the road going straight up, Fan Hua whipped the horse.

While at the same place, Yue Qing had already retracted the copper hammer he swung, and looked coldly in the direction where Fan Hua was.

There was a burst of applause, and Sheng Yekun, who was wearing a cloak, rode over with admiration for Yue Qing in his eyes: "As expected of General Yue, he is decisive and cold."

"Before His Royal Highness, I dare not be a minister." Yue Qing replied.

The corners of his mouth raised in satisfaction, and Sheng Yekun, who was in a great mood, gestured to the guards behind him.

"Before he died, I wasn't a prince," he said with a smile on his lips, "Let's go."

Going up the mountain road, gradually, there are fewer and fewer trees, followed by a vast expanse of snow.

It turns out that there is a perennially frozen snow peak in the north of Yong'an County, and the rumor that there are snowflakes everywhere even in hot September is true.Fan Hua wrapped his clothes tightly and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Behind him, Sheng Yekun and Yue Qing followed slowly.Ahead is the cliff, and Fanhua has sprained his foot again, even if he puts his wings, he cannot escape.

The horse under him also gradually stopped fatigued, and Fan Hua struggled to fall off the horse and climbed towards the top of the mountain.

Since it is death, don't go back to the palace to suffer.

Standing up tremblingly, with his back facing the cliff and his feet on the snow, Fan Hua calmly looked at the people who chased him all the way.

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The author has something to say: This is the end of the first part^-^ In the second part, some literary and artistic sentences may be less, and it is mainly about the plot.