Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 286

With a wry smile, he said again: "Anyway, I can't catch up. The infantry is no match for the cavalry, and they still carry luggage. I'll wait for her from Yucheng, and I'm sure I can see her sooner than chasing her. "

Chu Feihuan nodded lightly, Xiao Jue has always been an actionist who said that the wind is the rain, immediately stood up, and said: "Tonight I will take half of the people to wait for the rabbit. I am closer to Yucheng than Baiyuan. Should I be ahead of the curve?"

As he walked out, he laughed loudly and said: "You seem to be in a bad mood, so you don't have to rush to march, take a good rest, I don't allow Feng Ziguang to yell at you, there is really an emergency situation, just call him again."

When he finished his last sentence, he was already far outside the tent. The high-spirited young emperor decided the fate of thousands of people with his hands. It has become a habit to see others accept it. He didn't know that he should wait for others to answer what he said, because always, His word is His will.

So he will never know Chu Feihuan's arrangement for him, that answer.

On the table, the oil lamp was flickering, and was blown away by the sound of the wind when he left, as if the moment when life was about to run out of oil and the lamp died, that little bit of persistent light would be wiped out at any time.

There were noisy sounds from outside the tent, human voices, horses neighing, weapons clashing, shouting commands, everything was so vigorous and alive, with fresh and bright heat, bursting into the deserted tent.

The dome of the tent was heavy, covering a large dark shadow. In that gloomy space, the beautiful man lying quietly was as silent as an ice sculpture that was about to freeze forever.

Chu Feihuan exhaled lightly.

He pressed his hand on the birthmark on his heart, where no one saw, the once bright golden carp mark had faded.

This is a sign that the Chu royal family is about to leave.

He knew that he would die, but he never thought it would be so soon. The time to cherish is always cruelly short... Chu Feihuan pressed his heart, revealing a faint smile.

The secret room in Xuanchi Palace is really dark... When he opened his eyes, he smelled the strong smell, his heart was sinking, he couldn't stop sinking, but when Yinli asked, "Do you want to live ten years with a disability?" Years, or live a whole life?" At that time, he suddenly calmed down.

Is this a choice?It's not a choice, it's just fate. After three years of struggling in the mud, losing healthy limbs and martial arts like that, how many times I watched Changge in danger but couldn't save myself, even standing on the same platform as her. After it was impossible to see her from a high altitude, he had no choice.

The only hesitation at that time was seeing Xiaotian, Xiaotian who cut his heart to death, exchanged his own heart for his life, he should have cherished it.

... Xiaotian, I'm sorry for you.

One year period, do the math, it is today.

During the battle against Yan Chunzhen that day, the last real power broke the golden drum, and the moment the drum shattered, he suddenly felt that all the real power in his body was drained, and his mind seemed to be pulled out of his body and suspended in mid-air. The body, seeing his own heart, beats more and more slowly, and gradually stagnates.

For a moment he thought he was going to die, or had already died.

It was as if the dark tide of the deep sea was surging towards him boundlessly, submerging him to the top. He opened his eyes, but suddenly he couldn't see anything.

Can't see her either.

He vaguely heard her questioning with concern, but couldn't hear what she was asking at all. He just held her hand tightly, using that real touch and strength to finally feel her warmth.

Changge, this will be the last time I hold your hand in my life.

A lamp in the tent was like a bean, illuminating people in a bleak night. The man's black hair and black eyes were as deep as an abyss of still water.

Chu Feihuan slowly took off his mask, the candlelight trembled and turned to one side, as if he couldn't bear to shine on his pale face.

... Xiao Jue, I can't help you anymore, let Feng Ziguang run around by himself, I'm tired.

After this battle, the dust has settled, and there will be no final obstacles and embarrassments between you and Changge, so you can take her into your arms as fast as you can.

What her cold and slightly cold heart needs most and is most easily shaken is always your burning passion and enthusiasm, just like she knows everything but pretends to be ignorant for you.

She is always guarding you, from previous life to present life.

you are so happy.

I hope you love her well, love her ten times and a hundred times more than me, but I hope you will double the care that Chang Ge lost because of my departure.

I believe you can do it.

This night is short, this night is long.

It is so short that it breaks the gossamer that sustains life in an instant, and it is so long that it can't break through the darkness that seems to be immortal even if you are crazy about it.

In the middle of the night, it snowed strangely.

The snow is falling, thousands of miles of silence, such a silent and indifferent frontier area, with eyes open forever, watching the man riding alone, galloping at full speed, whizzing through the vast wilderness.

The snow at the third watch fell on Qin Changge's eyebrows first.

Raising his face in the frantic gallop, Qin Changge could only feel the coolness between his brows penetrate directly into his heart, it was so cold that he almost suffocated.

Su Xuan's words rang in his ears over and over again.

"Changge, I've been in Daying, and I feel that Brother Chu's spirit seems to be wrong. He always wears a mask and refuses to take it off. I can't observe his complexion, but..."

Unfinished words are always more terrifying than words spoken directly.

Qin Changge jumped up almost immediately, rushed out of the camp, pulled a horse and went straight out.

The feeling of suffocation and anxiety that had been lingering in his heart was answered at this moment. Qin Changge understood his intuition, but was extremely afraid of his intuition.

She didn't dare to think about anything anymore, she just ran wildly, galloping wildly.

In the deserted city of ancient times, the night birds screamed, the horseshoes smashed the snow-covered frozen soil, and the cold wind blew past the ears. The piercing and severe pain seemed to be a touch of red blood after an encounter.

The bundled long hair was scattered by the wind and snow while running, and danced wildly behind him. After a short while, a layer of ice-white frost flowers accumulated, and then was shattered in endless bumps, scattered on the frontier. On the plain, there is no sound.

Qin Changge no longer knew how to take pity on the steed under his crotch, and swung his long whip through the air again and again.

Feihuan, please wait for me!
The wind blows from nowhere, sneaking into the tent, vaguely familiar smell, the sweet fragrance of tung blossoms with the slightly fishy smell of the coast, intertwined into a mysterious fragrance, lingering in the dim and hazy tent.

The neighing of horses in the distance was cut off by the wind, and a sad golden frame blew out of nowhere in a puff of smoke. Thousands of tents and tents, lonely pillows in the border city, the star shadows that were about to shatter for a day, the brilliance of the stars flickered, and the once brilliance of the most western part Gradually fade away.

The strange wind with the smell of tung blossoms and the coast hovers slowly in the tent, like an angel rushing from a distant country, waiting for the eternal return of the wanderers who welcome them.

There was no jade tripod in the tent, but suddenly there was some noble fragrance of Canaan incense, slowly covering the dark corner.

Chu Feihuan leaned on his pillow and listened quietly to the howling wind in the middle of the night, sinking in the faint fragrance, his smile was like a broken wave shadow.

...Where did the reeds fly?Floating in the light blue sky of autumn, one fell on the water surface. He looked down and saw that he was also immersed in the water, but he didn’t feel cold. He stretched out his hand to pick up the reed flower, and the mirror-like water surface suddenly had slight ripples. , the white bird-like shadow reflected on the water surface, flying over in a smooth and amazing arc, as light as a bird.

He looked back with a smile and said: Oh, so you are here.

She glanced over, suddenly there was a peach blossom on her fingertips, and she handed it to him with a smile, and he took it with a smile, only to realize that at some point the autumn water had faded, and there was a solid bluestone bridge under her feet, and the peach forest was blooming behind her.

She led him into the peach forest, and in the depths of the forest was the majestic and majestic Hall of Rituals. He watched her let go of his hand in a daze, wearing a phoenix robe and a beaded crown, stepped on the imperial chariot, and smiled on the top of the palace. Looking down, at the end of the long steps, all the officials bowed their heads and danced and worshiped, but she smiled gracefully and looked sad.

In a blink of an eye, she half-kneeled in front of his wheelchair and said, Feihuan, life is nothing but a joyous affair.

She said, Feihuan, I am lonely, at this hour, you cannot leave me.

She said, wait for me.

Changge, I can't wait for you...

In front of my eyes are dancing like dancing, and the falling shadow of the Sanskrit flower is the tung flower.

Tung flowers, tung flowers... The palace is majestic, the color screen is winding, the door of the white jade palace carved with clouds, dragons and phoenixes opens, and there is a Jade Tung Palace full of ordinary lavender flowers, paved with a thick layer of petals. The long jade steps spread out in front of him, endless, straight to the sky. He gently climbed up the steps, the flowers under his feet were as beautiful as before, and the fairy clouds in front of him were misty and colorful, and there were faintly nine flying rainbows across the sky , and farther away from the top of the Changfeng, Shaoyin played.

At the end of the splendor, stands a towering woman with jade and silk flying in a cloud bun, with snow-skinned and flowery appearance, vaguely the face of a mother and concubine.

Mother, have you come to pick me up?
He walked forward slowly.

The woman greeted her with lightly stretched arms and a gentle smile. Behind her were colorful clouds and flying lights.

"Huan'er, life is like a calamity, and there will be a journey."

She smiled and took his hand lightly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The sound of the wind gradually died down, and the fragrance of tung flowers and Canaan in the tent faded away bit by bit.

The flickering candle suddenly jumped, and then it was completely dimmed as if being blown out lightly.

Darkness enveloped the entire tent, and there seemed to be a faint sigh, which seemed to be long and long.

Chu Feihuan had been pinching the military newspaper's fingers lightly, and relaxed slightly.

The military newspaper floated to the ground.

long song.

Forgive me for not being able to grow old with you.

The night was silent.

With a neigh, the camp returned to the peaceful camp after breaking through the hustle and bustle.

The guarding soldier instinctively looked up, and saw a snowman on the horizon riding straight towards him. The soldier raised his gun in horror to stop him, but the man shouted, "Zhao Moyan!"

Immediately, the soldier felt a gust of wind blowing past him, and he was forced to spin around three times before he staggered and stood still.

(End of this chapter)