Qie Shi Tian Xia Chapter 47: Clutch and disperse the souls of the chaotic world

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"She still cares about the overall situation after all."

Looking at the figure of Feng Xiyun drifting away in the cold wind, Duan Mu Wensheng lightly let out a sigh of relief, and the hand holding the sword hilt quietly slipped down.

"The Blue King..." He Qishu opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly all the words in his mind disappeared. Looking ahead, the white long coat kept flapping in the wind, her long black hair intertwined, thin and slender as if it could go with the wind. He watched, after a long time, all his thoughts turned into a sigh.

Duan Mu Wensheng turned around and looked at Fengyunqi's neat camp, "Five thousand Fengyunqi...There are 50,000 yuan besides fifty thousand."

"As far as Qingzhou’s national strength is concerned, it’s not difficult to have one hundred thousand fine riders, but..." He Qishu paused slightly, with a slight worry, "The 50,000 fine riders of Qingzhou are not only unknown, but It seems that the Lord doesn’t even know."

"Don't even know the Lord?" Duan Mu Wensheng's heart sank.

He Qishu was also worried, "The power of Qing Wang in the dark is really not to be underestimated. I really don't know what the situation will be in the future. It's no wonder that Chuanyu is so prepared."

"While Chuanyu was hindered, the Lord still led the rescue, which shows the weight of King Qing in the Lord's heart." Duan Mu Wensheng looked at Feng Lanxi, standing still like a statue, with deep emotion in his heart. , "It's a pity that we are too late. But no matter what the two kings are going to be, we just have to remember that our lord is King Yong."

"Yes." He Qishu also looked towards Feng Lanxi. All the people are gone, but their lord is still independent in the wind, looking at the sky with his hands holding his hands. I don't know what kind of mood or expression it is. It's just the back in the wind that makes him feel lonely and desolate. sense.

There is nowhere to say ecstasy in sleep, I feel melancholy and ecstasy.

If you want to make all of this love letter ruler, you will lose sight of the wild goose and fish.

But leaning on the slow string of songs, breaking the Qin Zhengzhu column. [Note 1]

In the courtyard behind the Shangcheng Mansion, Feng Qiwu groaned lowly while holding the scroll, then couldn't help sighing, and put his hands together to cover the scroll. The ancient poetry is cold and fragrant, but it is heart-wrenching. She held up the hot tea on the table. In the cold night, the tentacles were warm. Looking up, she looked into the half-burned red candle on the lotus candlestick.

"Red Candle has no plan for self-pity, the night cold sky is weeping for others." She sighed with self-pity, and she reached out and picked up the pipa that was resting on the short table. With a fingertip, the quiet tune was in the room. It is just the meaning of the song, but how many people can understand it, and who can take it.

"Ms. Feng, please see me as a military teacher." Xiaoer opened the door lightly and entered.

"A military commander?" Feng Xiwu paused with his fingertips, "What is he looking for?"

"The girl will know if she sees it." Xiao Eryi smiled slyly on her face.

"It's night, it's inconvenient, I'll go back for me." Feng Qiwu said coldly.

"But the military division said that there is a very important matter to discuss with the girl, and also said that it has something to do with the Lord." Xiao'er looked at Feng Qiwu cautiously, and saw her expression change.

"Okay." Feng Xiwu groaned for a moment, put down his pipa, got up and walked out of the room with Xiaoer.

In the main hall of the front yard, Ren Chuanyu is sitting upright.

"Girl Feng." Seeing Feng Xiwu coming, Ren Chuanyu stood up politely.

"I don't know why the military division is visiting late at night?" Feng Xiwu glanced at Ren Chuanyu with his cold eyes and sat down opposite him.

Faced with Feng Xiwu's straightforward questioning, Ren Chuanyu was not anxious to answer, but stared at her, with a bit of judgment in his eyes, as if he was assessing her value.

After waiting for a while, Ren Chuanyu answered without seeing Ren Chuanyu, Feng Qiwu got up: "If there is nothing wrong with the military teacher, Qiwu will rest." After speaking, he turned and walked to the backyard.

"The phoenix dwells, the phoenix dwells, the phoenix dwells on the phoenix, but the whole world can be seen. Only the imperial capital is the phoenix dwelling."

Ren Chuanyu's words came from behind, making Feng Xiwu's footsteps pause, turning around, she looked at Ren Chuanyu coldly, "What does the military commander mean?"

"Ms. Feng is one of a thousand talents and looks. Is she going to be a singer for life?" Ren Chuanyu smiled mildly, "Lord, when the future is successful, does Ms. Feng want to revive the Feng family? Prestige, do not want to follow the legend of the Feng Family?"

Feng Xiwu looked at Ren Chuanyu for a long time, then a rare smile appeared on his frosty face, and the bright light filled the room for a while, making Ren Chuanyu Jianzhi secretly happy, thinking that what he said moved her. I don't want to blink Feng Qiwu's smile, his eyes are full of ridicule, "Ren Military Master can be considered as a complete plan, but I am mistaken for Feng Qiwu!"

Ren Chuanyu was stunned, "Girl..."

"It's late at night, please come back, military teacher." Feng Xiwu didn't intend to continue the topic.

"The girl is arrogant." Ren Chuanyu stood up, the kind smile on his face was swept away at this moment, and his face was awe-inspiring instead, "But Chuanyu's words do not despise the girl. , Just because the girl treats the Lord with a deep and righteous love, I hope the girl can stay with the Lord for a long time."

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu's ridicule received a little, "Thank you for being a military teacher, but Qiwu knows himself no matter how stupid he is. Besides..." She paused slightly, her eyes could not distinguish between sadness and joy, "the two ... How can you allow others to intervene!" After speaking, she turned and left without hesitation.

Looking at the disappearing figure by the door, Ren Chuanyu murmured softly after a long time, "People from the Feng family...it's a pity, what a pity!"

In the continuous camp, a white camp was erected, which is particularly conspicuous.

In the camp, the white candles, the white curtains, the white silhouettes...there are all white, like a vast snowfield, empty and cold.

"You all retired."

"Yes!"

The attendant retired quietly, leaving only Feng Xiyun in white clothes like snow.

In the wide tent, there are two coffins on the left and one on the right.

Feng Xiyun stepped away like a heavy leg, moving closer step by step, slowly moving her eyes to the person lying quietly in the coffin, tears burst out uncontrollably, and her body seemed to be drawn away. With all his strength, he fell to the ground, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

"Jiu Rong... Lin Ji..."

The desperately depressed sob overflowed from her lips, she raised her hand to cover her face, but with a snap, a kit fell out of her sleeve, and the white silk was covered with dried blood.

She stared at the kits on the ground, and Qi Shu's words rang in her ears.

"My lord, this was found in Ji Rong's arms. I think it is something he cherishes."

She picked up the kit and opened it with trembling hands. There was a piece of jade pendant in the bag. The vermilion on the snow-white jade pendant looked very shocking at the moment. The pink pearls scattered around the jade pendant, like teardrops from a jade heart.

"Jiu Rong..." She clenched the kit tightly, and her tears rolled down like detached pearls, dripping to the heart of the jade, falling in the bag, thinking of Jiurong's death, and suddenly depressed crying into Sad crying, only her painful cry was in the quiet tent for a moment, accompanied by tears of white wax, the dim candlelight flickered, and everything in the tent floated up and down in a gloomy light and shadow.

I don't know how long it has been, Feng Xiyun finally stopped crying, picked up the kit, and stood up.

Turn his eyes to the left, look at Lin Ji, look at the right, look at Jiu Rong, look left and right with nostalgia, then raise both hands, one left and the right hold the coffin lid and move it forward, the lid covers it. Covered the legs, covered the waist, covered the chest, covered the shoulders, covered the neck, covered the mouth, covered the nose, covered the eyes, covered the forehead...

Jiu Rong!

Lin Ji!

Close your eyes, push your wrist, and say goodbye!

"Master."

Qi Shu, Xu Yuan, Cheng Zhi and four silver warriors stepped into the account.

"You also say goodbye to Lin Ji and Jiurong."

"Yes!"

The seven people respectfully worshipped their former brothers. When they knocked their heads, a few drops of water fell, and the shallow watermarks fainted on the ground. When they raised their heads, there were seven awe-inspiring faces.

"As the king of Qingzhou, as the head coach of Fengyunqi, there are some things that should never be said, but for you few, I still have to say." Feng Xiyun's voice sounded wavelessly in the tent. , She held her hands behind her back to the seven people, white clothes and the ground, long hair covering her body, invisibly, the figure from the back appeared quiet and solemn.

"The minister waits to listen!" Seven people bowed their heads.

Feng Xiyun looked at the dark coffin and said, "In the future... no matter who you fight in a decisive battle, when you are sure that you cannot win, you must retreat, escape when you escape, and descend when you fall!"

"Master!" The seven looked at their lord in shock.

"Because, only if you are still alive, I can save you and find you!" Feng Xiyun just looked at the coffin quietly, and there were people in the coffin that she could never save again, "in me In my heart, you have regained this country!"

"Lord!" The seven people knelt and kowtowed, unable to see their faces, but the shrugging shoulders revealed their excitement.

"Gu is really not a qualified king!" Feng Xiyun laughed mockingly, "Such words are said, and history will inevitably leave behind."

It is true that this statement is indeed left in the annals of history, but it only caused the generations to sigh again and again.

The historian said: If the Qing Wang can treat his ministers and generals like this, it shows that the benevolent is in his arms. Guan Qing Wang's life, talents and achievements, rare in ancient times, can be described as Mingjun. Of course, knowing that cannot be said, follow the words; knowing that cannot be done, follow the action. Such a king, how! How!

Seven people bowed their heads to the ground, "Lord, no matter what others say, you are unique in the hearts of the ministers!"

"Get up." Feng Xiyun turned to look at them, "Qi Shu, you choose some people to send Lin Ji and Jiurong's coffin back to Qingzhou."

"Yes." Qi Shu took his orders.

Feng Xiyun looked at the four silver-clad warriors again, pondered for a moment, and said: "Wuhan, you will be General Qi's guard from today."

"Yes!" Wu Han bowed his head.

"Xiao Zhan, you are General Xu's guard."

"Yes!" Xiao Zhan responded.

"Zhan Lou, you are General Cheng's guard."

"Yes!" Killing the building took the lead.

"Sleep, you are Jiuwei's guard, protect him from left and right."

"Yes!" Xiao Mian took his command.

These four people are about twenty-four-five years old. Although they have different appearances, they are the same in height, body shape, and attire. At first glance, they might think that they are brothers. They are all cold temperaments, and they exude a sharp sword. With such an imposing manner, he is a top expert at a glance.

Feng Xiyun looked back at the coffin for the last time, then slowly closed her eyes, raised her head, and said in a calm and cold voice: "Let’s end this troubled world. The blood of Bao Cheng, Lin Ji, and Jiu Rong can’t flow in vain. !"

"Yes!" The response in the account was firm and powerful!

On October 28th, Qiao Jin led Mo Yuqi to attack Jiaocheng.

On October 29th, King Qing and King Yong led an army to the imperial capital.

While passing by Luoying Mountain, Qing Wang stared at the mountain for a long time, and finally said: "Luoying...Luoying... countless souls have fallen! In the future, this mountain will be renamed ‘Yingshan’."

So, Luoying Mountain was renamed Yingshan.

At the end of October, Liu Yusheng and Cheng Hou and his entourage arrived at the capital of Jizhou, and then he asked to see Princess Chunran-now the queen of Jizhou, Hua Chunran, the second son Huang Jiong who stayed behind in the Jizhou prison agreed.

In the solemn and solemn Jiwang Palace, Liu Yusheng told Hua Chunran that the three sons had died in the battle, and Hua Chunran was naturally very sad.

Finally, Hua Chunran asked Liu Yusheng to convey a sentence on her behalf: "Although the three brothers are gone, the remaining nine brothers and nephews will definitely be happy under the father's knees, and ask the father to cherish it." , That is, untie a silk scarf from the wrist, order the maid in front of her to take it and place it in a brocade box, and then give it to Liu Yusheng, who ordered it to be handed over to King You.

Liu Yusheng respectfully took it, and then bid farewell.

When Liu Yusheng withdrew, Hua Chun stood back and forth, sitting in the hall alone, looking at the silent palace wall outside, startled.

After a long time, she stood up suddenly, "Come here."

Only when the voice fell, dozens of palace officials rushed in.

"Shen Shi hosted a banquet in Qingxi Hall for Cheng Hou's family members to receive the wind."

"Yes." The waiter's notice will go down immediately.

Hua Chunran walked to the bronze mirror, looked at the face in the mirror, and muttered: "Cheng Hou's family members come from afar. Don't be rude, you need to dress up and dress."

"Yes, madam." The maids responded, and then they were busy showering and dressing the queen.

In mid-November, when the first snow was blowing, Liu Yusheng returned to the capital of Youzhou with the coffins of the three sons.

In front of King You's sickbed, Liu Yusheng bowed down sadly, then relayed Hua Chunran's words and presented the brocade box.

The old and sick King You took out the silk scarf from the box, and his eyes fell on the pattern embroidered on the scarf. After a long time of rubbing, a smile of sadness and joy appeared on his face, "The cricket and the distance are inseparable in the legend, pure Does that mean that?"

Liu Yusheng was surprised.

"The distance between the crickets is indistinguishable, and they are inseparable...Fahrenheit and the emperor are also the same from now on... Are you purely trying to tell my father this? Hahaha...cough cough...cough cough..."

"Master! Master!"

On the couch, King You had a violent cough, and the servant and maid suddenly panicked.

On November 14th, 27th year of Jingyan, You Wang Yi. The decree passed on the throne to the horse-the dynasty of Jizhou.

In the 27th year of Jingyan, on November 15th, the Northern King broke the imperial capital.

The hooves rattled, and the iron horses galloped across the snow-covered streets, splashing high snow water, under the oblique sunlight, a colorful rainbow appeared, but it was not as good as the one in the snow The blood-colored plum flowers and the blood-colored red rainbows are conspicuous.

Houses destroyed by war, people slaughtered by soldiers, ruined walls everywhere, corpses piled up in roadways, this is the imperial city at this moment, and the king of the north is racing in such an imperial city.

Since he escaped from the northern capital, he has been attacking and fleeing for several months, then attacking the city, and fleeing... Repeatedly, in vain, exhaustion, boredom, hatred, and fear have haunted him and blinded his eyes. It disturbed his reason, exhausted his confidence, and eroded all his fighting spirit.

Beizhou is dead, his family is dead, his officials are scattered, soldiers are broken... but he finally came to the imperial capital!

For more than six hundred years, the Dong Dynasty Dynasty, which has been entrenched in their heads and overlooking them, has finally been destroyed in his hands today. His Bai Jingyao has made a strong mark in the annals of history. But this was not enough. He wanted to personally capture the last emperor of the Dong Dynasty and kill him with his own hands. The three characters "Bai Jing Yao" must be unforgettable through the ages!

The northern king swung the whip fiercely, the horse screamed in pain, let go of the four hooves, and galloped forward at a faster speed. There are blood stains on the horse's back, and the front is already visible. The vermilion palace wall, the continuous and majestic palace...there is the palace! The palace where the emperor is located!

Seeing that the gate of the palace was only five or six feet away, suddenly a large black cloud fell from the sky and blocked him tightly, coming so suddenly and so strangely!

The Northern King stopped his horse and looked at the black cloud in front of him in shock—it was actually a person, a person in black, standing there, like a solid black wall, exuding the cold from hell!

The horse seemed to feel the danger. He kept his neighing and wanted to retreat. The Northern King tightly grasped the reins, looked back, and followed hundreds of soldiers behind him. This is his last minister. With these hundreds of people , Can you break through the wall in front of you?

"Master!"

Suddenly there was a cry in the ear of the North King. He turned his head and saw a courtier kneeling on his knees, with a sword on his neck, his eyes rounded, his eyes pressed tightly.

"Chen Changyou respectfully send the Lord here!"

Congratulations? The northern king was shocked. A cold wind blew on his face, and the sword between the courtier's neck reflected the dazzling cold light under the snow light, stinging the eyes of the Northern King, and suddenly awakening him, moving his eyes and looking around, and all his thoughts were lost!

At that moment, the Northern King suddenly became sober, all of which, at this moment, he suddenly thought about it and saw it thoroughly!

"Feng Lan Xi, Feng Lan Xi...Good! Good! Good!"

The Northern King sighed up to the sky, raised his arm and swung his sword, a ray of blood flew out and splashed down the snow!

Seeing the lord slaying himself, the remaining hundreds of soldiers drew their swords to their necks and fell to the ground in an instant.

The cold wind whizzed by, rolling up the ghost of death.

In the center of the palace is the High Heaven Hall.

The imperial palace is in chaos at the moment, but the Lingxiao Hall is still quiet. At this moment, Emperor Jingyan, the emperor of the Great Eastern Dynasty, is sitting in the palace, leaning on the book table, and painting with all his heart.

"At this moment, your Majesty can stay as a mountain and splash the ink, I really admire the blue breath."

When Qing Yang's voice sounded, Emperor Jing Yan's painting was finished. When he finished his writing, he thought to himself that if such a good voice is a singer, he must sing a masterpiece. Putting down the pen and looking up, there is a man standing in the hall with a light robe and a gentle face, and his face is like jade. With just a glance, he admires him. He is a turbulent young man who deserves to be the most beautiful man in the East six hundred years ago. "Lan Wang" is a descendant of Fengji!

"The King Yong is here." Emperor Jing Yan said calmly.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Feng Lanxi bowed slightly, then he had done his duty as a minister, raised his head, and looked at the emperor calmly.

"You really came here first." Emperor Jing Yan also smiled calmly and got up from his chair, "I once thought, Who will be the first to come here?"

"Your Majesty would like to see the three of us?" A cold voice sounded.

Emperor Jing Yan followed the prestige and saw a woman in white clothes standing at the door, with clear eyes and plain face, graceful and graceful, walking with a light and graceful step as if stepping on the clouds, and then standing beside Feng Lanxi , The two are in white clothes and black dresses, black and white, but harmonious as a painting.

"The Blue King is here too." Emperor Jing Yan nodded and smiled, "It's not just the three of you. If possible, I hope to see the Seven Kings. This is the last and the first time. I want to see the King of the Seven States." /

"The King of Min is missing, and your majesty's wish is difficult to realize." Feng Lanxi smiled politely.

"The Dadong Dynasty was founded by Emperor Weilie and the Seven Kings. Back then, it was in front of the Palace of the High Heavens to grant the kingdom to the king and swear the blood. Now is the last moment of the collapse of the Dadong Dynasty. Huangshi, Ningshi, Fengshi, Baishi, Fahrenheit, Fengshi, Nanshi-the eight descendants of the founding of the country can gather here again. Isn’t it perfect for the beginning and the end?" It seems to be talking about the death of a dynasty, but it seems to be talking about the final outcome of a game.

Feng Xiyun quietly looked at Emperor Jing Yan, after a moment, she said: "Your Majesty should be born in the Taitong period."

Taitong, is the reign of the 19th emperor of Dadong, when the Dadong Empire was at its most prosperous and peaceful.

"Qing Wang said, I can only be a peaceful emperor without the spirit of a hero in the last days?" Emperor Jing Yan looked at Feng Xiyun.

Feng Xiyun smiled faintly, "Everyone has some who will and some will not, and the emperor does the same."

Emperor Jing Yan nodded when he heard the words, moved closer, and stared at the jade moon between the two foreheads, with a slight emotion, "The pair of wall moons that were divided in the Lingxiao Palace more than six hundred years ago, Finally reunited here today, more than 600 years later."

Feng Lanxi and Feng Xiyun could not help raising their hands to touch the half-round Yuyue between their foreheads at the same time, turning their heads sideways, looking at each other, and then quietly moved away.

Emperor Jing Yan turned around and faced the front of the main hall, where the portraits of the founding emperors and famous generals hung, "Clutching and dispersing, causal cycle. Regeneration and rest, turning around. Life is like this, heaven and earth are like this." His voice Quiet and low, after finishing speaking, he took a piece of red silk from the book case, "This is what you want, take it."

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[Note 1] "Butterfly and Flower" by Yan Jidao