He jumped onto the city wall like crazy, pushed away the crowd, and looked down the city, only to see a man always dressed in black protecting her in front of her.
It's Ling Yinglie.
In a trance, she saw countless bright arrows flying towards her. She couldn't avoid them, and she didn't want to hide anymore. The sound of arrows came through the air, making a clanging sound. She didn't feel scared at all. Looking at the corpse on the city wall that no longer had the flying grace of the past, scenes from the past appeared before her eyes. She closed her eyes and raised a smile, as if she had returned to that day, when he was sitting leisurely under the pavilion reading a book among the blooming peonies in the garden. When he heard the footsteps, he looked back at her.
She stretched out her hand and called out emotionally: "Han Yi."
Ling Yinglie and Nalan Fengjin arrived at the same time.
Ling Yinglie thought Du Yuze would not hurt her, but he was wrong.
He saw Nalan Fengjin kneeling down and begging humbly to Du Yuze. He heard Nalan Fengjin’s sad smile when he talked about the past at Canglan Lake. He also saw the three arrows that Du Yuze shot at her. Not only did she not hide, but she also He went up to her, and when hundreds of arrows shot at her at the same time, he even saw her satisfied smile clearly. Without thinking, he jumped forward.
Facing Nalan Fengjin's unbelievable and stunned face, he gently raised the corners of his mouth.
A soft light flashed in his eyes, a softness that had never been shown to anyone in the world, but it only bloomed facing her at this moment.
He closed his eyes and rested his body on her stiff shoulders. This was the last time he protected her. She once saved him, and he also saved him. She once said: "I don't want to be your enemy. When I ascend the throne, I will make you proud of the world."
once. . .
Every night, he would jump up to the roof and play the flute. This is a kind of waiting. Since the first time, he played the flute every night, and every night she would sit behind him, listen to him playing the flute, and then fall asleep.
Unfortunately, an uninvited person came across the street that night. Even so, she didn't last long. Hearing the shallow exhalation behind him, he put down the long flute beside his mouth, turned his head, glanced at her, then turned his head away, pondered for a moment, then stood up silently and went back to the house to rest. .
That night, the moon was right in front of him, surprisingly bright and beautiful. He couldn't sleep, so he sat in the house and wiped his flute. Suddenly he heard a strange noise in the courtyard. The sound must have come from the roof. She woke up and followed the concealed cover. Through the crack of the window, he accidentally saw her playing with the fallen leaves in the courtyard that he had deliberately not let anyone clean. The fallen leaves in autumn had accumulated very thickly.
Under the night, dressed in red, she performed Qinggong on the ground, spinning and moving. The fallen leaves gathered under her feet and then spread out, spreading on the ground, seeming to form pictures. But she was standing in the center, with the moon above her head, pinching her waist in the moonlight, laughing up to the sky, looking so arrogant and proud, which made him feel an indescribable feeling. After a while, I saw her walking into the room, and there was no sound around.
After pondering for a long time, he finally opened the door and walked out. Standing where she had just laughed silently, she looked up to the ground and saw that the fallen leaves spread out in an orderly manner had been blown away by the autumn wind, but she could still vaguely guess the words written on the fallen leaves spread out on the ground. .
Safety.
Until that moment, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart, standing in this position, unknowingly until the morning light.
At this moment, the wind has already blown away the words.
That was something he had never grasped in his life and could never grasp again.
When he opened his eyes from the darkness, the first thing he saw was her pale and lifeless face, her arms tightly embracing him, with persistence and protection that he had never felt before, and her weak internal strength. It was her persistence that she never gave up even before she died. His heart was throbbing slightly, because it had never happened before. A throbbing that was so obvious that he couldn't ignore it.
"I don't want to die yet," she said.
He actually knew they wouldn't die, but didn't tell her.
She said: "Yesterday I carried you, today you carry me."
He tried to throw her away, but she held on, as if forced to do so, he carried her on his back. Unfamiliar joy surged in his heart. It was the first time he carried a woman on his back.
She turned her back to him and cried secretly. It was sadness that he had never seen in her eyes. Her heart suddenly sank because she knew who the sadness was for. But the person who separated them was himself. He was conflicted and complicated. When she arrived in Tiandu City, when she said she wanted to leave, he left without hesitation. He thought that the matter could end here and that he would never have anything to do with her again. Intersect, but her figure would always appear in his mind unexpectedly, lingering, and he finally understood that he was actually escaping.
Obviously he didn't have to go to Du Yuze's wedding banquet, but an inexplicable longing made him appear there. He could see all her sadness. He also saw her determination.
That was something he could never grasp in this life.
Leaning on her shoulder, Ling Yinglie smiled lightly and closed his eyes.
He never smiled, never.
Ling Yinglie's guard stumbled over, knelt heavily on the ground, looked at Ling Yinglie's body, his eyes were empty and tearless, as if he couldn't stand the thorns on his body, he numbly stretched out his hand and held it Ling Yinglie suddenly pulled out the arrow feathers on his back, and then held another one.
Until all the arrows are pulled out. With blood all over his body and hands, he just stood up, glanced at Nalan Fengjin who was already stunned, and looked at him deeply. He picked up the young master Ling Yinglie and ran away in an instant. A stern oath came from the sky, "I swear to God, I will avenge this bloody vengeance for the young master Ling Yinglie until death! Princess Phoenix, you must live." Go down, I will resurrect the family head, and from now on, the Dongsheng Ling family will fight for you, and your heart will be bruised."
Lu Yanran, who was on the city wall, heard the threat coming from the sky. Not only did she show no fear, she also smiled slightly.
News of Ling Yinglie's sudden death spread back to the Ling family. When the head of the Ling family saw Ling Yinglie's body riddled with holes, he was heartbroken. Ling Yinglie is the son he has always been proud of. This son is not only outstanding in appearance, filial to him, but also knowledgeable and intelligent. Whenever someone mentions Ling Yinglie, he feels very proud. This son is like a legend, with an undefeated status in the world, and also flaunts the Ling family's unshakable status in the world.
Since the death of Ling Yinglie, the Ling family and the Du family have completely broken apart. The Ling family has submitted a letter to serve as Princess Phoenix, just to avenge Ling Yinglie.
