Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 67

Qing Xia half-kneeled on the ground, lying beside the bamboo bed, watching Qin Zhiyan's expression.Suffering was slowly surging in her heart, but she couldn't do anything, she could only sit quietly beside him, watching his pain.

As time passed by, Qin Zhiyan's face became paler and paler, and his body was so cold that he looked like a dead person.

Qing Xia slowly stretched out her hand, and held Qin Zhiyan's hand tightly.

No words, no words, just hold tightly.

There was a person who suddenly appeared in life, walked in so grandly, and by the time the owner found out, he had already taken root.

Qing Xia clenched the corners of her mouth, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, supported Qin Zhiyan's forehead, and said softly: "I will definitely help you."

I will definitely take you out.Once upon a time, someone said to herself like this, now, she held that person's hand, and said in a soft but firm voice, I will definitely help you.

The wind outside the window was blowing gently, Qingxia was wearing a moon-white long dress, the hem of the skirt was stained with blood, she held Qin Zhiyan's hand, and slowly leaned her head on his body, tears gradually streamed down The quilt was wet, and she pursed her lips tightly. After a long time, her shoulders twitched slightly.

The thin man closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, and the air was quiet.

After a long time, the woman seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Emael..."

A deep voice sounded in the room, the voice was so small that it was almost inaudible, but it still sounded clearly: "I'm sorry..."

The moon gradually slid down the treetops, and the long night was coming to an end.

When she woke up in the morning, it was Qin Zhiyan who gently pushed Qingxia's shoulder. She opened her eyes sleepily, and saw Qin Zhiyan's warm smile.

Although his complexion is still pale, it is not as dead gray as it was at night, his eyes are shining with gentle brilliance, and his lips are also bloody. He is sitting on the bed, looking at Qing Xia who rests her head on his lap, faintly He smiled and said, "You're awake."

Qing Xia raised her head slowly, was slightly taken aback, and after a while, she smiled softly, "I'm awake."

Just as he was about to stand up, he staggered suddenly and almost fell to the ground. His legs were already numb after kneeling on the ground all night.Qin Zhiyan quickly supported Qing Xia's body, quickly got off the bed, supported Qing Xia to sit on the bed, squatted in front of her, gently kneaded Qing Xia's legs, and said softly: "Legs are numb. Yet?"

"Oh...en." Qing Xia was stunned, and it took a while before she realized it, and quickly agreed.

Qin Zhiyan tapped Qing Xia's leg lightly, again and again, lowering his head slightly.The bright sunlight came in from the window and shone on his face, creating a layer of golden halo.Qingxia was in a daze for a moment, she stared at Qin Zhiyan blankly, until he slowly raised his head, looked at himself and said with a smile: "Is it better?"

It seems that everything that happened last night was just a nightmare of Qing Xia.But the dark red bloodstain on the skirt reminded her that everything happened so real.

A trace of desolation hit Qing Xia's heart, she nodded and did not speak.

The two had a tacit understanding and neither of them mentioned what happened at night. When the turquoise bamboo door was closed, the distant wind blew over faintly, raising the corners of her green and white skirt. She raised her head and looked at the The strange halo and the beautiful flying birds in mid-air, it seemed that something in my heart closed with that door, so many memories and newly sprouted emotions were just locked in that bamboo door.

Flower petals scattered all over the ground with the breeze, flying all over the sky in mid-air. In front of the verdant bamboo forest, the woman in white has clear eyebrows and eyes, like a fairy born from the dust.

"Ema, let's go."

Passing through dense bamboo forests, bypassing steaming hot springs, and crossing a clear river, you will find a hill full of yellow flowers.

Everything here is so magical, the sky is so close, as if it is close at hand, it seems that you can catch the sunshine in your hand as soon as you reach out, but when you stand on the hill, you find something that you thought was very close , still looking at you from afar.

Here is the Qingmu Hall of Emperor Qin's Mausoleum, not a paradise. More than 1000 years ago, a woman stayed here alone until she died. Now they want to go out from here. Although there is wind and rain outside, there are also more Important truths and hopes.

Qingxia stood on the hill, turned her head, and saw Qin Zhiyan wearing a blue long gown on the yellow flowers all over the mountains and plains, with distant eyebrows and a gentle smile, her long black hair was bundled up, fluttering gently in the breeze with.

"Qin Zhiyan, after we go out, will we still be friends?"

Qin Zhiyan smiled lightly, as if in memory, he always smiled like this lightly, without any other expressions.

"Will do."

"En," Qing Xia nodded heavily, then turned around resolutely.

It seems that in the distance between the heaven and the earth, a huge cyan gate that can almost stretch the sky and the earth stands majestically there, soaring high into the sky, Qing Xia stands under it, like an ant, insignificant.

On the door, there are quaint patterns and strange birds and beasts, a large expanse of fiery red clouds floating in the air, the colors are extremely magnificent, and the faint woody fragrance gently reverberates in the air, Qing Xia stretches out her hand, The scar on his face was still not healed, and it was wrapped in layers of white cloth, only a small white fingertip was exposed.Groping the thick and simple lines on it, a sense of the vicissitudes of thousands of years suddenly came to my heart.

1000 years ago, didn't there exist such a woman in a moon-white simple dress, who stood gently outside this door, groping gently?

"Boom" sounded suddenly, Qing Xia was slightly taken aback, and felt that someone was violently hitting the other side of the door.As soon as he thought about it, he turned his head slowly and looked straight at Qin Zhiyan standing behind him.

The man's eyes also swept over, he looked at Qing Xia, his face was calm, without any waves, but there was still a little warmth from the corners of his eyes.

"Qin Zhiyan, will you forget me?"

There was another loud bang, and the dust on the giant door flew down one after another. Qin Zhiyan stretched out his hand to block the dust in front of Qing Xia, then shook his head: "No."

"That's good," Qing Xia said with a slight smile, "I won't either."

"Emael!"

Just as he was about to reach out his hand, Qin Zhiyan suddenly stopped Qingxia.Qing Xia was stunned for a moment, but didn't turn her head back. She just listened to the man behind him saying calmly: "In this world, many people are destined to bear certain missions and responsibilities when they are born. It's the same for me."

Nodding lightly, Qing Xia took a deep breath, stretched out her hand and pushed it lightly, the heavy wooden door suddenly boomed, making a loud noise that has been vicissitudes for thousands of years, and then, Qing Xia gently pushed it down. , slowly opened.

The huge door that the people over there tried so hard to fail to open, but under Qing Xia's light touch, it burst open.

The resplendent main hall of the king's mausoleum appeared in front of her eyes bit by bit, but Qing Xia no longer had the slightest intention to appreciate it, because at the moment when the door opened, she also saw thousands of dark light armored soldiers, they were anxious His eyes directly passed through Qing Xia, projected to the place behind Qing Xia, and then gradually turned into ecstasy.

"Third Highness!" The deafening voice sounded at the same time, all the soldiers knelt on the ground in unison, raised their heads in joy, and looked at the man in the blue long gown that was still full of sharpness under the sunlight.

"Get up." A deep voice sounded from behind, the man stepped forward from behind Qing Xia, passed Qing Xia, his footsteps were firm, without a trace of weakness or fatigue, like a general commanding a thousand troops, with a heavy heart Repression and courage.

"Your Highness, are you okay?" Uncle Zhong's surprised voice sounded in the crowd, and the old man rushed forward with a happy face, and then suddenly saw Qing Xia behind Qin Zhiyan, and called out strangely: "Miss Tang?"

Yes, after going out of that gate, the original Qin Zhiyan became the Third Highness, and Yimaer also became Miss Tang.

It was as if Pangu's giant ax suddenly cut a big gap between the two.

She stands here, unable to pass.And he will never come over.

"Your Highness! The northern Huns attacked Fengya City, and General Mu completely defeated it. The Yanzi Battalion has already occupied Fengya. Do you want to further occupy the northern fiefdom?"

"Your Highness! The two great families of Feng Li were plundered by the Northern Huns, and most of the descendants of the families died in confusion. Since General Mu arrived in time, there were no casualties among the people."

"Your Highness! The Northern Xinjiang Camp has been controlled by the Yanzi Camp. When the Feng family's troops crossed the Cangwu River, the river broke its embankment and all died in the river."

"Your Highness! The barbarians in southern Xinjiang broke with Southern Chu, Eastern Qi declared war on Chu, and Xichuan supplied Southern Chu with food and grass. Do we want to join the war?"

"Your Highness..."

The chaotic voices kept echoing in Qing Xia's ears, she looked at the thin but tall figure in the distance, and felt a desperate trance.She suddenly couldn't help but want to turn her head and take another look at the beautiful mountains and rivers behind the green wooden gate, but she finally restrained her actions.She slowly withdrew from the crowd, step by step out of the Qin Emperor's main hall, the most sacred place in the Qin Kingdom.

In front, is the brightly lit main hall passage, leading to the cold but real world outside.

Behind, there are a large number of powerful and generals of the Qin army. They surrounded Qin Zhiyan inside, forming a cold wall, blocking even the line of sight.

"Qin Zhiyan, what is the first thing you want to do after you go out?" "Gather the people and seal the imperial tomb."

"Qin Zhiyan, if the two of us walk out from here, we will be covered in copper stink." "We don't call it full of copper stink, we call money like dung."

(End of this chapter)