Spirit of the Phoenix: 115. Collapse

Tai'an worked hard to gather his mind, and then slowly got up from the bed with his body supported.

Fortunately, the primordial spirit is still there, as long as the prince is not far away, he can always come back little by little. she thought silently.

The knife split her into smoke, and she drifted in ignorance for a long time before slowly gathering together like soot and forming a shape.

There was no one in the room, it was pitch black, and the contrast with the white mist in front of him was too obvious, Tai'an was stunned for a long time before he gradually understood his situation.

So... it was Ge Shuhai who found her? And the prince heard what she reminded him on the city wall, did he give up attacking Dingzhou and rush to help Yunzhou?

Is Dingzhou still in the hands of Turkic soldiers and Ge Shuhai?

Tai'an gently pushed open the half-closed door, and took a step outside.

The corner gate of the Taishou Mansion was wide open, and the hustle and bustle came rushing in. The surrounding ruins and ruins were full of flames, filled with the chaos and depression after a great war, which was shocking. There are large blood stains on the walls in the streets and alleys, and a hand-to-hand street battle that has just ended can be seen everywhere.

Dingzhou was broken for the second time within half a month.

Tai'an stopped abruptly and sighed, "You still didn't listen to me..."

A group of Yan soldiers shouted in the distance, and the voice gradually approached. Tai'an was startled, and subconsciously avoided the shadow on the screen wall, and listened carefully, only to find that they were still searching the city for Turkic generals who had escaped from the net.

"General, we have been searching the Taishou's Mansion on Shengping Street all night, and the soldiers are all exhausted." The person who reported it sounded like a lieutenant general, worried and dissatisfied, "Ge Shuhai is a good man, We had already prepared to enter the city. When His Highness was desperately attacking the city, Ge Shuhai was no longer on the city wall to supervise the battle. It was obvious that he had already taken the opportunity to escape. Now we are making such a big fuss, and it is too disturbing to the people. I am afraid that it disturbs the people more than when the Turks broke the city...! "

Ge Shuhai withdrew? Is he safe and sound?

Although he knew he shouldn't, Tai'an couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. The two armies are facing each other, she is the princess of the country of Yan, she wished she could die for the country in exchange for the safety of the people, and she and Ge Shuhai are blood enemies that have not been eliminated by the country.

But deep down, she was more afraid than anyone else, seeing his tragic death again in this life.

After a moment of silence, the leading "general" spoke back, and the voice was very familiar.

It's Mr. Ying!

Mr. Ying's tone was gentle, slightly tired, and he comforted the lieutenant general, "Since he has the guts to talk about empty city plans, how could he know that he would not take advantage of the chaos and chaos of the city to hide shields in the homes of the people and wait for an opportunity to counterattack. It's only two days now, everyone Hold on."

He stopped, suppressing what he was about to blurt.

But Tai'an knew what he was going to say, and his surprise was beyond words.

It has been two days, and the prince has not rushed to Yunzhou to help? ! The elite of the Yan army are all in his formation, and the defender of Yunzhou will not be able to support 40,000 elite Turkic soldiers for too long without any support. The prince knows this better than anyone else!

The reason why he kept procrastinating from leaving Dingzhou was definitely not to search for Ge Shuhai, who even a lieutenant could tell he had escaped long ago, but...for her!

She was born with his blood... The body that had finally gathered into a solid body was split into pieces by a knife. In the past, they lived together day and night for a whole year, and it was only then that she gave birth to an arm that could hold a pen from a piece of paper the size of a palm.

The prince is obviously worried, if he leaves the city rashly, and she is too far away from his blood, even if the primordial spirit is still alive, it will be difficult to gather into a spirit in a short time to accompany him...

She is a ghost, not a human, and will not die.

However, the decapitation has been separated for too long, and it may take a long time to recover.

Longer than... his whole life.

He will not know the importance of Yunzhou.

Her soul is intact, and he will not know about it.

Stupid...really stupid.

When Tai'an arrived at this time, he really understood what the prince said "trust him" over and over again.

If there really is such a day, it will be difficult for Jiang Shan and her to have both, and his every move now has clearly told her the answer.

Taian stood in a daze behind Zhaobi, feeling turbulent in his heart.

The sound of horseshoes approaching gradually, it was Mr. Ying leading the cavalry, getting closer and closer to her.

All she needs to do now is to stand up from behind Zhaobi and stand in front of Mr. Ying, and then she can reunite with the prince.

Mr. Ying will recognize her and send her back to the prince. She will cuddle up to his side as she did for more than a thousand days and nights in the past four years, draw blood, and stay with him forever.

The prince will leave Dingzhou immediately, rush to Yunzhou to help, cooperate with the Yunzhou defenders inside and outside, and strangle the Turkic Adubi outside the city of Yunzhou.

It sounds like everything is going well.

Tai'an took a deep breath and stepped forward.

But at this time, she heard Mr. Ying's calm voice: "...Finally, it's time for another cup of tea. I will go back and report to His Highness. Ge Shuhai is not in Dingzhou City, and Yunzhou is in danger. We It has been delayed for two full days, and I can't afford to be lucky."

He seemed to be at the bottom of the boat, and said with the will to win: "If Your Highness refuses...I will vomit blood. Even if I risk my life, I must also protect the safety of Yunzhou, Taiyuan Mansion and my Dayan people."

Tears welled up in her eyelashes, and she slowly retracted the legs that had just been stretched out, hiding herself deeper and deeper in the shadow of the screen wall.

Family, country and society, children love each other, which is more important. Even Ge Shuhai on the city wall and Ah Man, her forgotten bodyguard, can see clearly.

He was supposed to be the chosen one who never made a mistake, born with the heart of an emperor. Emphasis on society and despise personal feelings, strategy and strategy are full of gullies in the chest. But in the face of the great enemy, he abandoned Dayan's thousands of people and ignored his family, country and society, and searched for her remnant soul among the ruins of the war.

No, it shouldn't be.

She has become his biggest weakness and weakness, like the "beautiful beauty" screamed by the Turkic lieutenant on the turret, a prophecy.

But she doesn't want to do this.

Thirty years ago, her innocence and ignorance made Li Yanxiu's wolf ambition come true. Ten years after Dayan's subjugation, countless civilians in the frontier were killed and injured, and the country was destroyed. And thirty years later, she didn't want history to repeat itself again, but the prince who was supposed to be the virtuous king of the country fell in love with her, causing trouble for the wall, the harem was in turmoil, and there was no one to succeed him.

Because of her, he lost all reason and stayed in Dingzhou knowing that Yunzhou was trapped just to find her. It was because of her that he didn't hesitate to bear the infamy of destroying Zhongliang, just wanting to eradicate the Qin family and clear the way for her to ascend to the post.

It is because of her that he has weaknesses and weaknesses.

Without her, Qin Xiangying would be his perfect wife. The order of the deceased mother, the support of the loyal ministers, and the mutual restraint of the powerful Pei family. The crown princess Pei Ansu and the good emperor Qin Xiangying each have magic weapons that are evenly matched. He only needs to sit high in the temple to keep the harem safe and sound.

He will not fall in love with any of them.

He will be a king without fault.

And in his world, what is the meaning of her existence?

Like a book full of stories of elite heroes, every character is smart and cunning.

Only she, like an outsider who doesn't fit in.

That's it. Taian closed his eyes. Waiting for another cup of tea, the prince will lead his troops to leave Dingzhou.

And she will gradually lose his trace in this way, and gradually part with him.

Her soul is lingering, and she will always give him hope. But entities are difficult to gather, and drift far away in the world. Until another day, maybe thousands of years later, another person would open the "Saint Ancestor's Instructions" and summon her again.

Isn't this the perfect ending between him and her?

He saved Yunzhou from fire and water, defeated the Turkic army and returned to the court, and ascended the throne once he was in control of the military.

And she will always be the eternal hope in his heart, rebuild Yan History, wash away her charges of murdering her father and treason.

One is different and two are wide, each is happy. Everyone has it, the most perfect ending.

Tai'an leaned against the screen wall, like a stone sculpture, motionless. The darkness gradually dissipated, revealing a faint orange color on the horizon.

She heard the sound of horseshoes like a wave. It was a large number of Yan troops rushing to Dingzhou City and leaving, heading south to Yunzhou.

The smoke cleared, and everything returned to the hustle and bustle of life. The left-behind Yan Jun stood on the city wall, and after the curfew, the early-rising vendors started selling again.

She turned around, walked back to the wing room step by step, isolated the noisy world from the door, and lay quietly on the bed, waiting for the moment when she became lighter and lighter until she dissipated into a wisp of soot.

The one who arrived earlier than that moment was a group of Yan soldiers.

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and she narrowed her eyes, before she could react, she was roughly dragged off the bed and thrown to the ground.

"I missed one more!" The man turned his head and shouted to the people behind him, "It's a Turkic bitch!"

Tai'an was horrified, and looked down, only to find that the jacket and skirt on his body were sent by Ge Shuhai's maid. The gold thread weaving is extremely luxurious, and it is narrowed from the waist to form a riding uniform. It is clearly the most fashionable Turkic noblewoman. style of clothes!

Yan Jun searched the prefect's mansion again, and regarded her as a Turkic woman that Ge Shuhai failed to take away!

Tai'an was shocked, and opened his mouth to shout out, but was misunderstood by the soldiers of the Yan army in front of him, and stretched out his hands to cover his mouth and nose.

Her eyes went dark, her arm was in sharp pain, she seemed to be tied behind her back by a knockback, and she fell to her knees on the ground with a plop.

"Don't be afraid! Your Highness is very strict in governing the army, and you will never commit adultery. Since you are a Turkic woman, I will send you to meet your people before we deal with it!" Seriously, "If you yell and disturb military discipline, I will kill you with one knife! Do you understand?"

Innocent and life safe, Tai'an breathed a sigh of relief.

By chance, she was dressed like a Turkic woman. But the women who accompany the army are nothing more than camp prostitutes or concubines. That Yan Bing saw that she was gorgeously dressed, and presumably misunderstood that she was Ge Shuhai's favorite concubine, and wanted to offer her up to claim credit.

Tai'an lowered her head to explain, and Yingyan whispered in standard Yan dialect: "General Mingjian. I am originally a Yan woman, not a Turkic..."

The man raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "Then how can you explain the clothes you are wearing? I have never heard of any girl from a good Yan family who dresses like you!"

He waved his hand impatiently: "What's the matter, we'll talk about it when we join the army! I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"

Tai'an tried to struggle again to defend himself, but was firmly clamped by his arms and brought down.

She gritted her teeth and endured it, only after the prince left the city, the blood energy dissipated and it was hard to reunite, and she could escape like a wisp of smoke, so as to escape the danger.

She was still in a daze, and when Yan Bing half dragged her away for two cups of tea, she suddenly found herself being escorted to kneel on the street in Dongshi, surrounded by Yingying in different clothes. Yanyan, there are about twenty women. The row of women on the left is ragged and dilapidated, but they should be Yan people by appearance. On the right side where Tai'an is, there are seven or eight women, all of whom are dressed in uniforms of Turkic women.

There was a gap between the two teams of women, and the difference was clear.

But they all looked terrified, holding their handkerchiefs and weeping. Standing beside them were strong and powerful servants and servants with staffs, watching over them.

And behind them, there is a small three-story building with green lacquer on the carved beams and painted columns, and a string of red lanterns hanging on it. You can smell the strong fragrance even standing outside the building.

Tyan understands.

This is Jiaofang Division.

She was taken by the Yan soldiers to the Jiaofang Division in Dongshi, Dingzhou, where she was detained with the camp/prostitutes accompanying the Turkic army!

"I asked, some of them are women from the Yan people who were taken captive in Daishun Erzhou, some of them were concubines and servants of Turks, they served as prostitutes with the army, and they also did some sewing, washing and washing work." A shrewd woman in her forties The man respectfully reported to the man dressed as a civil servant, looked at his face carefully and asked, "They are all poor people. I don't know what Guo Canjun's plan is? How to arrange it?"

Guo Canjun pondered for a moment, and replied: "Lady from Yan, after asking about the hometown of your family, if you want to stay, you will take care of it temporarily. If you don't want to stay, you will pay for travel expenses and meals, and you will return home with the army later. .”

"As for the Turkic women..." Guo Canjun's expression froze, and Tai'an's heart tightened, "Turkic women, fill in the Jiaofang Division."

His expression was solemn, but his tone was as flat as talking about the dishes for dinner, and he said slowly: "Our soldiers of the Yan army attacked the city with countless casualties, and finally defeated the Turks in Dingzhou. The brothers guarding the city take turns to celebrate tonight .These Turkic women...send them away and reward the army."

Tonight, reward the army.

Tai'an's five thunders struck the top, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Even though her body is dead, she is just a puff of smoke gathered in vain, and she absolutely cannot bear to become a livestock of the "reward army".

Tai'an couldn't bear it anymore, stood up suddenly, and blurted out that he was a woman from Yan people to Guo Canjun.

But just as she stood up, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of cavalrymen passing by the long street in Dongshi.

The man headed by Tie Yi Han Jia has a tall body, a firm face, thin lips, brown eyes like autumn water, and he is unparalleled in handsomeness.

It is the prince.

The impatient prince pushed away Mr. Ying and General Li who were desperately persuading him over and over again, with unprecedented stubbornness.

As if struck by lightning, Tai'an stood there dazedly.

But Guo Canjun noticed her abnormal behavior sensitively, and shouted: "What's the matter?"

His voice is rough, especially abrupt on the empty long street. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the prince who was not far away seemed to have heard the voice, the red tassel on his helmet was shaking slightly, and he was about to turn his gaze to her direction.

What should I do?

What should she do?

If she stood up and answered Guo Canjun's question, she would definitely be noticed by the prince.

But she took pains to hide, wasn't it just to part with him, so that she would no longer be a burden to him?

In the blink of an eye, Tai'an made up her mind, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and buried her face deeply, her messy bun hair was thrown around her face, blocking her fair side face, perfectly Avoiding the prince's gaze.

He did not see her buried among a group of Turkic women.

And when she heard the sound of the wind, it was the turtle slave of the Jiaofang Division who swung his whip on her back, teaching her a "stab head" who stood up at an untimely time and provoked trouble.

I can't bear it anymore, I can bear it all over again.

The righteousness of family and country is higher than her love and life and death.

Just endure it for a moment, just endure it for a night, just endure it for several decades of his life, and she will be worthy of the Yan, the people and the people, and her own conscience.

Tai'an curled up into a ball, every corner of her body longed for the prince to leave the city, take her soul and blood away, let her dissipate into blue-gray smoke and go away with the wind.

The pain gradually stopped, and she let out a long breath, thinking that the long torture had finally stopped.

But in the next second, a pair of angry palms suddenly lifted her up from the crowd.

Tai'an raised his eyes and slammed into his furious pupils.

The crown prince gritted his teeth, and his fiery arms wrapped around her like a iron, causing her to suffer severe pain.

Tai'an could almost see the crimson cracks between his teeth, and his hoarse voice clearly told her his monstrous anger.

And he paused every word, and squeezed out the words from between his teeth.

"You would rather go to the Jiaofang Division as a camp prostitute than return to my side?"

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The 40,000 Yan army searched for the Turkic general Ge Shuhai for two full days after breaking through Dingzhou City, but failed.

The crown prince finally led his troops to the south to rescue Yunzhou City, which had been besieged by the main Turkic forces for many days.

The army rushed south without stopping.

The prince did not ride a horse, but sat in a chariot drawn by eight horses.

Tai'an was pulled out of his arms by him, and fell on the thick blanket without mercy.

As if he finally had the strength to suppress the anger that exploded when he first met, he slowly untied the armor on his body, and threw it beside her one by one, making a dull sound.

"Finally. I'll wait for your explanation." The prince seemed to be very calm, but his fingertips were blue, and he looked at her without blinking.

In front of Jiaofang Si, he cast his eyes over her, and saw her flustered look with her head lowered to avoid his sight.

First of all, the ecstasy of regaining what was lost, he almost wanted to rush to her side, embrace her in his arms and never let go.

But after a while, there was unbelievable doubt and overwhelming pain.

She clearly saw him, why did she avoid his sight? When did she wake up? The whole city is looking for her, she probably doesn't know, why hasn't she come to him for so long? Was she arrested and taken to the Jiaofang Division? Why not call for help? Why didn't you reveal your identity? Why wear Turkic women's clothes to mix in it?

Thousands of doubts and speculations, like Mount Tai overturning, crushed him.

But at the moment when he saw her being whipped, but he gritted his teeth and refused to call for help, he finally understood.

Tai'an is trying his best to run away from him.

At this time, Tai'an was full of frustration.

Obviously, he had made up his mind to leave the prince, but it fell short, as if there was a continuous blood in the dark, he was still captured by him.

He was angry, she could tell even if she was a fool.

He who knows the current affairs is a hero.

Tai'an raised his face and admitted his mistake in a low voice: "...I didn't see you."

The prince was furious, and rushed forward, clamping her chin: "When did you look into my eyes and lie?"

Whether life or death, country or country, I can give up everything for you.

Why are you giving up on me?

His throat seemed to be choked, and he felt that such a fragile self was extremely strange: "Tai'an... tell me, why did you leave me?"

"I treated you badly?" He lowered his head, half-kneeled in front of her, and slammed his forehead on her shoulder, "It was Qin Xiangying who made you wronged? Are you blaming me?"

"Still..." He took a deep breath, "I heard...you lived in the Turkic Geshuhai Camp during these days in Dingzhou City."

The prince's tone was cautiously tentative: "I heard...Ge Shuhai is very kind to you, and loves you very much..."

He spoke hesitatingly, but Tai'an gradually understood.

The Turkic city was broken, and the prince looked for her all over the city, so he must know that she has been living with Ge Shuhai in the prefect's mansion these days.

The prince has heard the gossip about her being confiscated by Ge Shuhai? He thought the reason she left him was because she had a change of heart and fell in love with Ge Shuhai? Or doubt her innocence?

He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand her.

I don't understand her struggle and hesitation.

Tai'an lowered his head, tears fell like beads, and unspeakable grievances welled up in his heart. But she couldn't say a word, she just shook her head, and shook her head again.

"I don't want...don't want to be with you anymore," she said softly.

However, he misunderstood the tears in her eyes at this moment, thinking that she had lost her innocence, so he was ashamed to meet her.

The prince's heart was pierced like a knife, and he hugged her into his arms, his thin lips were cold, moving on her tearful face.

"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." His voice trembled almost imperceptibly, but his tone pretended to be relaxed, and he comforted, "You are holy and unparalleled in my heart, and I won't care about this any more. .”

"In the future... I will avenge you in the future, and I will definitely cut Ge Shuhai into pieces and never die." His tone was dark and venomous, tempered with blood-like resentment, and he hid the deep-rooted hatred on the tip of his tongue.

Tai'an was terrified by the incomplete meaning of his words, and the scene of Ah Man lying in a pool of blood thirty years ago could not help appearing in his eyes.

"No! Don't kill him!" She blurted out, "Ah Man, he didn't touch me..."

The prince suddenly let go of her, his eyes were burning like a torch: "Aman? What do you call him? Aman?"

Full, pretty. About Ge Shuhai claiming to be General Man, he told her himself.

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, the prince burned all five inside, muttering: "Three days, but three days. You call him Aman? Three days, why are you so close? Protect him like this?"

He looked at her blankly, as if he finally understood the reason why she avoided him: "Tai'an...do you have feelings for him?"

She burst into tears.

It's like a bad bang chopping firewood. And the part he sang was not about Liu Hai who knew her well, but Jin Chan, who beat the mandarin ducks.

"What did I do wrong..." The prince's eyes were red, "You have met him for three days, but you have to abandon our relationship for more than four years? We have lived and died so many times, but you would rather be a Turkic man." A woman's jacket and skirt, guarding her body like a jade for him?"

Stinging pain all over his eyes, he only felt that her Turkic woman's attire was an eyesore to the extreme.

Without even thinking about it, he tore off the jacket and skirt on her body, and with a snort, it was ear-piercing amidst the clatter of horseshoes.

She exposed most of her fair shoulders, on the red blanket, like a lamb in a pool of blood.

"I don't believe it." The crown prince lowered his head, tears streaming down his face, "Tai'an, tell me, is there another reason?"

She was shocked by his tears, and explained in a difficult and obscure way: "It's not what you think... Ge Shuhai treated me very well, and he didn't go beyond the rules."

The veins on the back of his hand were exposed, and he stubbornly wiped away the tears, like a child: "Do you have feelings for him?"

She was taken aback for a moment, and her tongue-tied expression fell into his eyes.

She didn't admit it, but that moment of hesitation was enough to tear his sincerity to pieces.

In a **** battle between the two armies, he almost died under Ge Shuhai's golden arrow. And she was in the golden cage, but she fell in love with the **** enemy?

At that moment, his hatred was as strong as love.

The "Saint Ancestor's Instructions" was placed close to his chest, but he pulled it out of his arms.

The fragile pages of the book are at his fingertips, as if they could be crushed into countless pieces with just a little force.

The crown prince closed his eyes, and threw the "Saint Ancestor's Instruction" beside her in a snap.

"I just want to ask you one more question..."

He loved her deeply, and begged her humbly and ridiculously.

"Do you... love me?"

Suppressed all night, all the desires suppressed for four years roared out.

The prince rushed forward and pinched her white and slender wrist in his palm: "Do you love me?"

Tai'an was deeply hurt, and he looked around at a loss as he pressed each sentence, not knowing how to answer.

Shouldn't...shouldn't have confessed her affection now that she has decided to let go.

Is it a moment of pain, or a lifetime of pain? The Qin family, the Pei family, the emperor, the heirs, Sheji... With so many people and things separated, can she be able to accompany him for the rest of his life as he expected?

But the prince didn't let her go, his palm passed under her sunken waist, and her chest was like iron, pressing down overwhelmingly, and imprinted on her smoky shoulder: "Do you love me?"

She burst into tears, nodded and then shook her head, sobbing with sobs.

The crown prince didn't give her any room to breathe, and his slender body bent forward, like a red tasseled spear/spear, enough to break through the layers of fog in the early morning: "Do you love me or not?"

His lips pressed down firmly, rolling over her tearful lips, tracing her face along the cold cheek: "Do you love me?"

The entrance is slightly salty, like the sea breeze of the fishy tide. She closed her eyes, and the bumpy carriage was like a tidal wave, wrapped in white waves, moving forward little by little.

She has no clothes anymore, and all he can see is pure white. He can't help but recall how she looked like a piece of white paper when he first saw her many years ago.

His fingers were scorching hot, while her whole body was icy cold, like snow and ice falling from the sky, falling into the warm water, and then disappearing little by little.

"Do you love me or not?" He leaned against her face, staring at her intently, as if using all his strength, waiting for her answer.

Sweat fell like rain, dripping forbearance on her cheeks.

The kiss is like a flying feather, passing over the shoulders and forearms, passing over the mountains and rivers with overlapping peaks and the bottom of the glistening valley, passing over the peach blossom rain, and the dark fragrance and morning smoke.

"Do you love me or not?" His sight is as viscous as his voice, an irresolvable tender need, gushing out from his chest, from his palms, from countless corners of his body, and being touched by him like a fleeting image And comfort, soaked a little bit, is as moist and gentle as the blanket under the body.

"Do you love me or not?"

The boundary between love and destruction, the boundary between hate and hurt is so blurred.

And he arrived in front of her, desperate as if asking her for the last time, as desperate as if he would destroy her without reservation no matter whether he waited for her answer or not.