The cold young master's exquisite wife

Yan Wei'er seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, the hand holding the copper plate was icy cold.

Sometimes, a little misjudgment can lead to annihilation, and she made a big mistake.I have had the upper hand for too long, thinking that everything is under my control, but it is not as calm as staying out of it.

From being captured to taking the initiative to stay, even Ji Lianbie Nuo came to rescue him late at night, but she refused.I used to be full of confidence and feel that I was grasping all the opportunities.

Leaking military information, disturbing the army with homesick poems, revealing where food and grass are... It seems to be complete, but what should be the most important thing is ignored.

With her instinct of observing facial expressions, she ignored every flaw that she should be alert to.

Who played with whom?Who controls whom?

For a moment, she felt that Feng Chuyang had changed, his sternness disappeared, and he was replaced by honesty, so she didn't hate him anymore, and decided to let go of her hatred, not caring about the past, and let it all be the past.

Obviously, this is her wishful thinking.She blinded him all the way, but also blinded a certain cognition of herself.In the end, human nature is too perfect.

A few hours ago, she also said to Feng Chuyang, "If you let go of your obsession and look at beautiful things more, you will feel better. Jiangshan is not the only one."

Because I was leaving, I wanted to persuade him one last time to let go of my obsession.

Thoughts are like the breeze and the moon, or the snow lotus blooming on the iceberg, but he ignores his repeated questions, can she marry him?

Even the desire to eat at one table until the old age died was taken away by her.

And his questioning and wish are the poisonous sword.

Yan Weier set up the tent, the night was pitch black, and the stars and moon were hidden in the clouds.She wanted to go out for a walk, but was stopped by the guard: "The third prince has an order that no one is allowed to go out."

Yan Wei'er retreated back without a sound, and turned her face to meet Jasmine's flustered expression, feeling sad for a while.In an instant, dozens of ways to deliver letters to Jilianbieno flooded in his mind, none of which was feasible.

Their freedom was restricted, even if Anu went out, according to Feng Chuyang's calculations, various mechanisms to deal with Anu might have been set up long ago.

A dead end.How could Yan Wei'er be willing to let Anu take the risk knowing it was dangerous, and watch it die in front of her?

The candlelight was full, and Yan Weier's shadow shone on the curtain of the tent, which was extremely bleak.This time, she was even more helpless than when she was captured by Feng Chuyang's design for the first time.

Jasmine and Anu stood aside, not daring to breathe, staring at Yan Weier nervously.

Time passed by little by little, and the air solidified little by little.

Yan Wei'er suddenly laughed, her eyes flashed with calmness and determination: "Jasmine, you silly girl, you refused to ask me to go home, you insisted on staying with me to die. Now, if you want to go back, you can't go back." gone."

Jasmine saw that Yan Wei'er was acting uncharacteristically, knowing that a catastrophe was imminent, and Madam had made up her mind, so she immediately relaxed and knelt down on one leg: "Jasmine will never regret it."

This is the salute that soldiers give to generals.The wife is a general, she is a soldier.

"Only if we attack early, can we warn Bie Nuo not to step into this trap." Yan Weier casually threw the copper coin that was almost squeezed out of water on the table.

Feng Chuyang's last feint attack was not to cover the retreat of the army, but to design a trap. The real battlefield was actually their camp.

The camp is surrounded by mountains, the trees are lush, and the tents are hidden by layers of leaves.

Yan Wei'er patted Anu's head, thought for a while, and smiled, but with an apologetic face: "Anu, you are so kind. But I always let you and I run away."

Anu lay at Yan Weier's feet, her tail wagging cheerfully and lightly.

"Jasmine, bring my qin here." Yan Wei'er's clear and beautiful face was calm and leisurely, and even the last trace of worry was gone, but the black ink-like eyes were rolling with layers of turmoil.

Jasmine followed her advice and placed the piano on the bench.

Broken soul song.

Together with the sound of the piano, there is no way out.Yan Wei'er once thought that this song would never be used again, but unexpectedly, it was inevitable in the end.

Just like soldiers and soldiers meeting each other, Chu Yang's plot is forced to appear.Only in this way can Ji Lianbie Nuo be safe.

Yan Wei'er, dressed in snow, sat in front of the long table.With a slender hand, the sound of the piano is melodious.Her eyes were quiet, neither happy nor sad.

Two shiny black horses were hidden in the dark, and two men in black got off their horses, one in the body of a cat, and hid behind a big tree.

The sound of the zither is haunting, haunting around the camp like a monster.

The scene was strange and inexplicable. The guards near the camp were all lying on the ground in disarray, with hideous expressions and excruciating pain.

A man in black whispered, "Could it be that Wei'er also discovered the trap?"

The other person seemed extremely sad and did not answer.

The speaking man in black touched a few acupuncture points on the other person, then whispered a few words in his ear, seeing his breathing gradually eased, he said: "Fortunately, Uncle Xu taught the mind method of Broken Soul Song, otherwise, we I will also be killed by Weier's Broken Soul Song."

It was Quiliano who spoke.There was a bit of pride in his teasing, and then he became serious: "What is Wei'er trying to do?"

Another person breathed a sigh of relief: "This soul-breaking song really kills people. Fortunately, we arrived early, otherwise Wei'er would have to fight Feng Chuyang to the end with all his strength. This song is very labor-intensive, and in the end it can only be delayed." It takes an hour and a half."

"San'er, let's go in first. She doesn't want to fight to the end, but to create a movement to prevent me from stepping into this trap." Ji Lianbienuo said, walked out of the bushes first, passed the third son of Qin and fell on the ground The guards on the ground, got into the tent.

Yan Wei'er was still playing the tune, and was surprised to see two men in black coming in without being disturbed by the sound of the piano.Taking a closer look, it is both sad and happy.Hands, still never stopped.

Broken Soul Song is like the waves of the sea, surging layer by layer, and the waves are turbulent.And Yan Wei'er was obviously weak and exhausted, dripping with cold sweat.

Jasmine stood by and kept wiping the cold sweat on his wife's forehead with a towel, ignoring the salute to Ji Lianbienuo, and couldn't tell whether they were saved or if everyone fell into Feng Chuyang's trap.

"Wei'er, stop." Ji Lianbienuo's heart burst into an anxious flame, so urgent: "Quickly, stop, Wei'er, you won't be able to bear it if this goes on."

"As long as you stop, Feng Chuyang's troops will surround you. At that time, none of us will be able to leave." Yan Wei'er's voice trembled: "Bie Nuo, you shouldn't come, I can't do anything else, This is the only way to remind you that this is a trap." There was a long sigh at the end of the voice: "You are still here after all."

"Zheng!" The sound of the piano was broken by Ji Lianbienuo.

Without further ado, Ji Lianbienuo directly destroyed her strings: "We have to leave right away while it's dark..."

Yan Wei'er was no longer obstinate, she stood up, her eyes darkened for a while, thanks to Ji Lianbienuo's support, she did not faint, and smiled weakly at the third son Qin: "Brother Qin San, you are here too."

The third son of Qin smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Beenuo didn't trust you, that's why I picked this hour to come here, silly girl, how long are you going to show off your ability? To save the people from the misery, you have to save yourself first. "

Yan Wei'er blushed: "I shouldn't have fallen into such a situation, I was careless."

"Let's go." Ji Lianbienuo half-supported and half-armed Yan Weier out of the tent, and under the cover of night, a group of people walked towards the big tree.

The guards who fell to the ground were still unconscious, and no one woke up.

The sky in the distance is pale, and the wind is blowing cool.The black horse hiding under the big tree is well hidden by the canopy-like branches and leaves of the big tree.

It was quiet, so quiet.

Ji Lianbienuo nodded to Third Young Master Qin, and the latter immediately started his lightness kung fu and swept towards each tent at a very fast speed.

"Feng Chuyang won't be in the camp anymore." Yan Wei'er's voice was strangely cold and trembling: "Bie Nuo, if my guess is right, soldiers and horses have been ambushed around this camp, Feng Chu It is false that Yang withdraws troops, but it is true that he used me as bait to lure you into the trap."

"Papapa..." Not far away, a group of people came out from under another big tree, and the leader walked slowly while clapping his hands.

The applause was extremely ear-piercing in the silent night.

Yan Wei'er involuntarily clenched Ji Lianbienuo's hand, and saw that person getting closer and closer, and stopped leisurely a few feet away.He was dressed in a new, dark red golden silk expensive purple robe, a black cloak, a golden crown and hair, handsome and handsome.

Before Feng Chuyang could open his mouth, the first beam of fire lighted up on the top of the mountain, and then, as if blown by the wind, the prairie fire lit up the top of the mountain one by one. Soon, the fires on the top of the mountain joined together to form a huge encirclement.

At the same time, a barely visible gray dot also exploded in the night.

"Ji Lianbie Nuo, it's a pleasure to meet you." Feng Chuyang spoke slowly, with hatred full of holes in his tone.

Ji Lianbienuo glanced at the flickering fires all around, bowed his head and said softly: "Wei'er, fortunately, it's not yet dawn, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see such a beautiful fire." He didn't deliberately raise his voice, but still Send this passage clearly into Feng Chuyang's ears.

Yan Wei'er suddenly laughed crisply: "No, this reminds me of the torches used in the Battle of Jipar, so beautiful."

The two of you said something, and I said nothing, and they didn't take others seriously, they just cared about recalling their past.

The flames on the mountain slowly tightened in a serpentine shape, like making dumplings, wrapping several people into dumplings.

After a long time, Ji Lianbie Nuo said to Feng Chuyang in a loud voice: "Has the third prince's soldiers and horses been displayed?"

Feng Chuyang didn't speak, but just stared at Yan Wei'er's face closely.

The sky became lighter again, and the slightly lit sky faded away from the chill of the fire.

"Feng Chuyang, did the Song of Broken Soul just now sound good?" Yan Wei'er had a half-smile, she was clearly asking Feng Chuyang, but she casually patted the dirt off Ji Lianbienuo's body, little by little, gentle and pleasant: "I originally thought that there was no need to play this piece for you. But I didn't expect that in the end, I still had to play it as a last resort."

"Miss Wei's talent is really unparalleled in the world." Feng Chuyang gritted his teeth with hatred, the sad and mournful sound of the piano in Dongyue City was still in his ears.

Unexpectedly, the sound of the soul-breaking song took people's souls away. Thinking about it this way, this woman could have left safely a long time ago.