Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1218 Betrayal
The night of the Great Wall of Eternal Night came earlier than in the south.

Outside the city of Shanhaiguan, dusk fell.

Today is not a day for soldiers to pay their salaries. The Liuyun Building is brightly lit and still alive with fragrance. The guests are immersed in silk, bamboo and fine wine, without noticing that a carriage is quietly leaving from the back door.

The carriage drove out of Guancheng and headed east along the Great Wall of Eternal Night until it reached a desolate place.

"I'll just go by myself later on. Go back and pick me up tomorrow morning."

A veiled woman jumped out of the carriage, holding a jug of wine in one hand and a sword in the other.

She was wearing a tulle flowing skirt, and she didn't seem to feel cold in the night wind, so she casually gave instructions to the driver.

The coachman was wearing a bamboo hat, and when he heard this, he didn't refute at all, but nodded silently, and then he turned around without hesitation, and left the woman alone in the wild.

The twilight around is dim, and the setting sun is like blood, making it look extraordinarily bleak.

But the woman in the flowing cloud skirt didn't have the slightest fear. She held a sword in one hand and wine in the other, and staggered forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a small slope appeared in front of her eyes.

This is a common soil slope in the north. There are only some bare trees around, weeds and scattered human bones all around. It is extremely scary and rarely seen.

If there is any difference from other slopes, it is that there are more than a dozen swords stuck on the top of this slope.

At this time, a thin figure in armor was standing silently in front of the dozen or so swords.

The woman stood under the setting sun, looked up at the figure, sighed in her heart, and walked up the slope with the wine jar.

"Yunniang, you're here."

Sensing the sound of footsteps behind him, the thin captain in armor didn't look back, stared ahead and opened his mouth slightly.

"Well, I knew you were here today."

Wan Liuyun walked up to the captain, put down the wine jar in his hand, and together with him silently stared at the dozen or so swords in front of him.

They are not swords, but tombstones.

This slope is the cemetery of Yinchanwei.

Under each sword, the remains of their past comrades are buried.

There are twelve swords, and besides the swords, there are dozens of pieces of armor.

There were no bones beneath the fragments, but the identities of the sergeants were buried.

This means that these people have been disarmed and returned to the fields.

For these people, this may be the best destination, but for some people, they are unwilling to choose such a destination.

Wan Liuyun opened the wine jar and sprinkled the wine in front of the sword stele. When it reached the last sword, Wan Liuyun looked at a tomb next to the sword, his hands and feet were a little stiff.

There are twelve sword steles and dozens of armors, but apart from these tombstones, there is a most special tomb here.

Next to the No.12 sword, on an unremarkable small grave bag, there is a silver hairpin.

The silver hairpin is not long, and it is almost buried in the soil.

Wan Liuyun stretched out his hand and slowly straightened the silver hairpin.

Her fingers trembled a little.

The reason why this tomb is special is that it is a clothes tomb.

There are no bones below, and no swords above.

But the owner of this tomb is dead.

The captain stood behind her, watching the scene silently. The next moment, the captain closed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Sorry, I couldn't bring back Lan Niang's sword and bones."

Wan Liuyun knelt in front of the grave and turned her head. Tears had already soaked the tulle on her face. She looked up at the person behind her, "You have tried your best, I know."

"Why are you crying?" the captain looked at her helplessly, "Lan Niang died because of me."

It was because of her that she was infamous as a traitor.

Wan Liuyun's shoulders trembled when he heard this, and he looked at the lonely silver hairpin on the ground.

Today, she and the captain will appear here at the same time because today is a person's death day.

The owner of this tomb is named Li Chunlan.

She was the female general of Yinchanwei who once galloped on the battlefield with General Plum Blossom back then. She was an orphan adopted by General Plum Blossom at the border.

But in the Great Qin Army, she has another shameful title.

She was the one who betrayed Lin Baoyue, the commander of the chief commander, eight years ago in Yinchan Wei Lingyun's 36th ride.

the only one.

……

……

"Embrace the moon!"

At the back of Dongwu Hanshan Mountain, a young man let out a shrill cry, tearing the air.

Looking at the girl on stage who was covered in flames, Li Ji stared wide-eyed, and firmly stopped Ji Jiashu, Guichen and others who wanted to charge up.

"His Royal Highness, she..."

The girl on the stage seemed to be engulfed by the flames at any moment, even the examiner was at a loss when she stood aside, Xu Bingqing collapsed on the ground and laughed, all the people in the audience were stunned.

No one knew what to do.

Ji Jiashu rushed to the field to help, but was stopped by Li Ji for some reason.

"Wait, she's in a bad state."

Ji Jiashu tightly clutched Li Ji's arm, gritted his teeth. He didn't know what happened to Ying Baoyue, let alone why Li Ji wanted to stop him. The only reason left was to tell him about this situation. The judgment of the master should be followed.

"What happened to her?"

"She..." Li Ji couldn't tell clearly, Ying Baoyue was not unharmed, her whole body was being burned, but it was her actions that stopped him from coming forward.

Ying Baoyue stood in the red lotus fire, the sword had slipped from her hand, and she coughed and bent down in severe pain.

This kind of pain should be unbearable for water magicians.

But just when he was about to go on stage to stop it, Li Ji saw the girl slowly straighten up in the flames, and stretched out her hand towards the more intense flames ahead.

Looking at that hand, Li Ji's heart seemed to be hit.

He seems to have seen this scene.

I saw the little boy with bare feet stretching out his hand in the forest, stumbling and calling for someone.

Li Ji looked at Ying Baoyue's outstretched hand in the flames, and murmured in his heart.

What are you chasing?
What do you see?
……

……

It's hot.

Where is this place?
By the way, she was participating in the Intermediate Ceremony, and she was set ablaze by Xu Bingqing's sneak attack.

You have to get out quickly.

Ying Baoyue looked around in the raging fire, looking at the bright red world around her, feeling lost.

She should go out, if she doesn't go out to help, Master will...

Wait, what is she thinking?This is not what she is thinking at this time!

Ying Baoyue slowly opened her eyes.

It was the voice she remembered.

The fire burned her body, and the heat seemed to burn straight into the bottom of her heart, but when that heat entered her body, the scene around her suddenly changed.

Countless landscapes receded from behind her, the bright red fire gradually turned black, and a cloud of mist floated in front of her eyes.

fog?How can there be fog on the cold mountain?

Ying Baoyue turned her head abruptly, and found that there were towering trees behind her, surrounded by clouds and mist, and she was actually standing at the exit of the cloud and mist forest.

How is this going?

This is, her memory?
Ying Baoyue stared at the scene in front of her in a daze, and wanted to hold the hilt of the sword, only to realize that there was no sword around her waist.

By the way, she just gave her sword to someone.

who's that person?
Why is she standing here?

Countless memories and scenes faded past her, and Ying Baoyue finally understood that she had returned to eight years ago.

——This is the memory of her life.

At this moment, countless heavy footsteps sounded around, Ying Baoyue stood alone in front of the cloud forest, watching countless heavily armored soldiers pouring in from outside like a tide, surrounding her.

"Ranging camp?"

She whispered, "3000 people?"

"As expected of a general, you can tell all the troops at a glance."

A soft female voice sounded from among the heavily armored soldiers, and a young general in silver armor walked up to the soldiers. It was not difficult to see that she led the group of soldiers here.

"General, long time no see."

The young general took off his mask, revealing a young and beautiful face.

Seeing this female general, Ying Baoyue fell silent.

"Why is it you?"

She looked at the familiar face standing in front of the black soldier, and called out his name.

"Lady Lan."

When her name was called, the young general in silver armor trembled slightly as if she had been scalded. She looked at the girl in Jingchai cloth standing alone in front of the forest, her eyes flickered, but the next moment she wiped away her tears and smiled.

There is endless bitterness and determination in the smile.

"Why me?" the young general Yinjia asked softly.

"If it wasn't for me, it would be Sister Mei Niang who brought the soldiers here now."

Ying Baoyue's pupils shrank, and Li Chunlan smiled at her.

"It's still me, isn't it better?"

　I can't do it anymore, woo woo woo

　　
　
(End of this chapter)