Xu Shitian was destined that on this sunny winter afternoon, Wanyanyong and Li Kuike made an appointment to practice swordplay together. The two were fighting happily at a sword field not far away. Such a fierce scene was like an enemy army. relatively.
There were beads of sweat hanging on Kui Ke's forehead. He raised the wooden sword above his head with a red face, and looked at Wan Yanyong with his thick eyebrows, ready to go.
He struck first, and when the wind came, Wanyanyong turned his head and dodged immediately. He struck down with his sword again, and then swept over. Wanyanyong easily dodged it.
When he was exhausted, Wanyanyong raised his sword to use his skills. His limbs were sore and weak, so he turned his head and lowered his waist, struggling to resist the oncoming sword.
He was pressed back several feet, and the grass under his feet turned up and piled up as he kicked hard.
Wanyan Yong's strength was like a lion, unstoppable. After the battle, Kui Ke was defeated. He held up his sword while panting: "My swordsmanship is still not as good as my cousin's. It seems I need to practice more!"
Wan Yanyong smiled gently and patted his shoulder with one hand: "You lost because your sword wasn't fast enough, stable enough, and the strength wasn't the best. When the lonely king was on the battlefield back then, I drew my sword and put it away, and fired it instantly. There was no time to think about it. If I hadn't been quick enough, the enemy would have stepped on the corpses of my golden sons and daughters."
He spoke in such a leisurely manner, his tone as calm as a mountain, like a veteran general who has been on the battlefield for a long time.
It can be said that Wanyan Yong was indeed a literary and military leader. He often conquered various places and made continuous military achievements. He was often praised by the older generation as "the most powerful warrior of the Jin Dynasty". He had great military achievements but never had a trace of arrogance. He is extremely brave on the battlefield, is at ease in political affairs, is low-key and measured in his actions, and is calm and magnanimous. Such a brave yet gentle hero has so far fascinated countless wealthy women.
"Yes, Quico was taught," he said.
Kuike lowered his head to learn the lesson, and when he raised his eyes for a moment, he saw two people riding white horses not far away, wandering in the hazy pasture.
"Cousin, look who that is?"
Wanyan Yong suddenly turned around and caught a glimpse of the white horse. He raised the corner of his mouth and pinched the lapel of his clothes: "In the entire Huining Mansion, only Prince Qi has such a handsome figure!"
"It's him! I asked him who is so leisurely!" He seemed to be very prejudiced against King Qi, so he turned his face away.
"Then let's go farther away to avoid causing trouble. People like him may have bad intentions!" Kuike twirled the wooden sword in his hand and turned around to walk away.
Wanyanyong acquiesced in his heart, and casually glanced at the distance. Suddenly he saw something, and he was stunned on the spot: "Kui Ke, did you see who that was?"
"What is your Majesty referring to?"
"There is a girl sitting on that horse. She looks familiar. She is wearing a lotus root pink skirt. She looks like..." He suddenly recalled that the Qing Ya he saw in Serin Court today was also wearing a pink dress. He immediately lowered his face.
Kui Ke stretched out his head and looked for a long time, and could vaguely distinguish the appearance of the woman, then he quickly walked towards the two of them with his sword in hand: "It's Qingya, why is she here? It's really inappropriate for the two of them to be so close."
Wan Yanyong thought quietly for a long time, feeling increasingly sad. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to be cut off by him. He swallowed the sour taste in his mouth and stopped him in despair: "Kui Ke, go and talk to Qing Ya." Come on! The lonely king will return first!"
He looked at his uncomfortable look and said, "Your Majesty, little sister..."
Wanyan Yong waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, you go now and talk to her properly! Don't get into any conflict with King Qi out of anger, and don't... hurt Qingya."
After that, he walked up to the pavilion with heavy steps. The departing figure was indeed lonely, swaying in the grassland under the setting sun.
He walked into the pavilion, took a sip from the wine jars piled up against the wall, and placed it on the table of the Eight Immortals. He sat quietly on the bench at the entrance where large bowls of wine were delivered, and just looked at the flowing water. Like bitter wine poured down his chin and onto his robe.
Kuike, who was under the pavilion, was already angry with his eyes and teeth. After walking a few steps, he returned to the sword rest and took away the real sword with cold light.
"Qingya, Qingya!"
Qingya suddenly heard someone calling again, so she turned sideways and glanced at her brother, who was walking towards him with anger and anger. She immediately put away her smile, lowered her head and said, "Brother, why are you here!"
Kui Ke pointed his sword at her with a sharp look: "Don't worry about why I came. Come down immediately. How unbecoming is this!"
"Oh, okay!" She lowered her head, obeyed obediently, and was ready to come down.
Wan Yanliang lifted her shoulder, glanced condescendingly at Kuike, who was riding down the horse, and gave her a cold look. Then, he jumped down in one step, raised his hands and hugged her directly.
Seeing such an intimate gesture, Kui Ke was so angry that he almost fainted. He pulled her over very roughly, pinched her wrist until it hurt: "Come here."
"Brother, what are you doing!"
"Come on, let's go back. Aren't you afraid of being slapped by daddy?"
This rude move offended the tall and mighty Wan Yanliang, and he said coldly: "Stop, where are you taking Qing Ya?"
He pressed forward step by step, holding Qingya behind her, and walked towards Kuike, as if he was about to fight.
Kuike bowed to him with a straight face, but he was really dissatisfied: "Your Majesty, Xiaguan's sister is still a yellow flower girl. Please be careful with your words and deeds. You take her out privately like this. A man and a woman are alone, and they are surrounded by their father." If you find out, you will be severely punished, and my Li family will also be despised."
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Kuike, flicked the braid with the small jade pendant hanging on the back of his head, turned around and held Qing Ya's hand: "Sooner or later, she will marry the lonely king, what are you afraid of? Just go with you Father said that the lonely king has fallen in love with your sister and wants to make her his concubine, so let him prepare early."
As he said that, he pulled her tighter, but Na Kui couldn't see through it, and treated him coldly: "The king has great power, and there are so many beauties around him, why do you insist on grabbing a woman who is engaged? Isn’t that gangster style?”
"Can you say one more thing?"
"So what if the lower official said it? Your Majesty dares to do it but doesn't dare to let others say it?"
Wan Yanliang pressed in again, holding the sword hilt at his waist tightly with his right hand, and he was about to pull out the sword and face it in a moment.
She trotted to the front from behind and hurriedly persuaded him: "Your Majesty..., Your Majesty, please don't be impulsive. My brother has a hot temper. Please be patient."
"Qingya, please get out of the way. Look at your brother's virtuous character. He has a solid family background and is as wealthy as the country. He himself is both talented and virtuous, but he is very prejudiced against him!"
In his eyes, Naguico was a headless and nameless little person, and he didn't even want to talk to him.
"I have no prejudice against anyone. I just don't want Qingya to be punished by the king again. Over the years, the king has been meeting my little sister arbitrarily, and my father is extremely jealous. My king, if you are a man and don't want her to be wronged, stay away from her!"
"Qingya, come on, follow me!" He called her again.
She held her hand and took small steps towards her brother, but her heart was full of reluctance, and Wan Yanliang once again protected her behind her, stopping her steps.
Wan Yanyong, who had just finished drinking in the pavilion in the distance, turned his face and looked into the distance, only to see the two of them facing each other tit for tat, as if they were about to fight. He was so frightened that he quickly walked down the steps and twitched. He picked up his sword and walked quickly towards the distance.
I saw Wanyan Liang standing upright in the withered grassland, becoming more and more arrogant. The grassland tilted by the evening sun, the vision was hazy, just like the battlefield with strong west wind, and he was just like the domineering general.
He drew the sword on his waist and pointed it at Kuike: "It seems that you did this intentionally today. The lonely king told you that you can't take Qingya away today."
"Brother, I'll go back with you. I'll go back with you. Your Majesty, don't blame me. I'll say goodbye today." She tried to start a fight with trembling hands, but was thrown away by a hand.
Kuike refused to give in, and rushed forward with his sword drawn. In the dim pasture, only the sound of ice knives clashing and grinding could be heard. The snow from the previous few days had not yet melted away. The two of them stepped on it left and right, and the snow was The scum is integrated into the black soil. The two of them struggled again and again, neither of them giving an inch to the other.
Kuike was not a man with strong martial arts. Before he could even turn around, he was at a disadvantage and his strength was not as good as before. When he suddenly turned his head, Wan Yanliang slashed down with his sword. He gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground while holding the sword.
Suddenly, seeing that he couldn't bear it anymore, Wanyan Liang relaxed a little and raised the blade. But Kuike was not the one to give in. Another sword passed by his ear and temple. He turned to dodge and slashed at him slowly with his sword. He saw that Kuike was about to be stabbed before he could get up. .
Qingya held her breath after seeing this situation, and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, don't do this!"
At the critical moment, Wan Yanyong rushed over and pushed Kui Ke aside with his bare hands. The cold light of his sword slashed across his chest and sharply slashed his chest, instantly staining his clothes with blood.
He cried out in pain and quickly covered the wound. Wan Yanliang, who was opposite him, was also stunned. He quickly put away his sword and came to help him: "Wulu, how are you?"
Qingya suddenly saw him and was at a loss, so she called out: "Cousin! You..."
She hurriedly brought the silk to him to wipe it, but he took the pink silk and covered the bloody cut on his chest.
"It's a skin injury, it doesn't matter!"
"Let's go, the lonely king will help you go back to the palace to see the imperial doctor. The carriage is in front." In urgent need, Wan Yanliang drove him with both arms and held him tightly with the other hand.
He pointed at Kuike again: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? You asked someone to drive ahead!"
Kuike was very stubborn and ignored him.
"Brother, hurry up!" Qingya urged him. Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, she picked up her skirt and went to call someone.
"Hey, brother, pull the horse!" she shouted as she ran.
The majestic figure of Wanyan Yong bent down, his whole body was trembling, the pink silk was already stained with blood red, and there were drops of blood hanging from the corners.
The two cousins supported each other and walked across the vast grassland under the bright sun. Wanyanyong could vaguely feel Wanyanliang's strong arms with some pain, and suddenly felt that he did not seem so cold-blooded.
The events that happened one after another today made Wanyanyong more and more exhausted. Suddenly, he was in so much pain that he lost consciousness and was about to fall asleep. His eyes were hazy and the sky was blurry. He could see people floating around, and he could vaguely hear people. Several people called his name.
"Wulu...Wulu..."
