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Chapter 368 Dingbei Marquis: Finale 3
Chang Qing's sword pierced into Chi Xiuyuan's chest, but his arrow missed by three points, avoiding the vital point.

Chi Xiuyuan shook his body slightly, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and he fell down slowly.

As soon as Chang Qing's body softened, she fell to the ground, and the blood on the ground soaked into the hem of her clothes. She stared at Chi Xiuyuan in a daze, watching him fall to the ground, motionless.

In Dingbeihou's Mansion, the main general has already laid down, and the victory and defeat have been settled. Yanda ordered: "Take them all, leave no one behind!"

Yan Jinghong stumbled and ran over, hugged Chang Qing, with lingering fear: "Chang Qing." Looking at the injury on her arm, he tore off the corner of his clothes and bandaged her with trembling hands, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He murmured those three words over and over again.

I'm sorry, what are you sorry for, he was right, and she was right, but Chi Xiuyuan was pierced through her chest with a sword.

Chang Qing's eyes were dull and unresponsive, just staring into the distance, lost in thought.

"evergreen."

Yan Jinghong called her, and there was another sound, which came from a distance, very lightly: "Chang Qing..."

It was Chi Xiuyuan, it was he who was calling her, the raised hand was full of blood, as if trying to grab something, it tremblingly raised towards Chang Qing, then fell, raised, and fell again.

Chi Xiuyuan was waiting for her, calling her.

Chang Qing got up and walked slowly, Yan Jinghong held her back, shook her head with red eyes: "Chang Qing, don't go."

Chang Qing shook her head lightly: "He won't harm me." Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, and her throat choked slightly, "Jing Hong, I'm going to see him off for the last time."

Yan Jinghong frowned tightly, but let Chang Qing go, and followed her a few steps away.

She approached, squatted down, and sat beside Chi Xiuyuan, but he was lying in a pool of blood, with the sword stuck in his chest standing upright.

This sword was given to her by Chi Xiuyuan when she was seven years old, but now, she stabbed the sword into his heart.

"Changqing." Chi Xiuyuan called her softly, opened his mouth, but a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Chang Qing's voice was trembling: "Don't talk."

If you don't say it again, there will be no chance again.He shook his head and said with difficulty, "Chang Qing, I didn't intend to shoot you with that arrow."

"I know, you just want Yan Jinghong's life."

He just calculated that Yan Jinghong would block for her, but he missed that she would desperately protect Yan Jinghong.He didn't intend to hurt her, so, in the end, his arrow missed by three points.

Chang Qing always understood him so well, guessing exactly what was in his mind.

"Well, I want to kill him, not only because I lost the world, but also," blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, he spoke with some slurred words, but he said with great force, "he took you away."

It's not that he didn't think about escaping, it's just that he found out in the end that he was irrational when he was overwhelmed by jealousy.

Chang Qing opened his mouth, but the soreness choked his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

His eyes dilated little by little, but the blood on his chest couldn't stop flowing out, seeping out of his armor, stained dripping with blood.

The voice was extremely soft, as if it had exhausted the remaining strength.

He said: "Chang Qing, don't blame yourself, I deserve this, if I can die under your sword, I will die without regret."

Chang Qing's eyes were red, and warm tears wet his eyelashes. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. In his ears, there was the howling wind, howling wolves, and in the hustle and bustle, Chi Xiuyuan's voice was so weak and powerless. On and off.

He said: "Chang Qing, after I die, bury me under the evergreen tree in the Dingbei Hou Mansion, don't erect a tombstone, and leave this sword behind, okay?"

This sword is the only thing he gave Chang Qing, she never leaves her body, it has her breath on it, and now, there is his blood, it would be great to be buried with him.

He also planted the evergreen tree in Hou Mansion for her. He thought that without the tombstone, it would be enough to have the evergreen tree to accompany him.

Chang Qing nodded: "Okay." She lowered her head, tears fell on the ground one by one, tears streaming down her face.

"evergreen."

She responded to him: "Yes."

Chi Xiuyuan raised his hand with difficulty, trembling and shaking, brushed Chang Qing's face with bloody fingertips, and wiped away her tears, but the blood from his palm stained her face, he hurriedly He wiped her with his sleeve, but wiped more and more, and his hand slowly and feebly dropped.

"Do you still remember the first time you came to Dingbeihou Mansion?"

"En." Chang Qing nodded, tears in her eyes blurred her eyes, she almost couldn't see Chi Xiuyuan's face clearly, but the shocking red made her eyes hurt.

His pupils were dilated, looking at the dark sky, as if recalling something, there was a glimmer of light beating.

"At that time you were very young, very thin, your hands were frostbitten, and you didn't even have a name." His voice was slow, and he murmured like a dream, weak and ethereal, "At that time, I thought, this child, when she grows up When she's older, I'll teach her to use a sword, if she's not aptitude, at least she can protect your hands."

Later, he taught her swordsmanship, and taught her all the skills to kill and protect herself.

He suddenly smiled: "It didn't work out as expected, but you have excellent aptitude and become the most outstanding swordsman in the Hou Mansion." With a sword nailed to his chest, he couldn't move, he moved his head with difficulty, pulled the wound, and spit out a lot of blood , into the neck.

He stared obsessively, and asked word by word: "Chang Qing, if I hadn't taught you swordsmanship, would the ending have been different?"

Chang Qing shook her head vigorously: "Master Hou, there is no chance." Her shoulders trembled violently.

No if, in this life, the sword on his chest is his end, he thought, fortunately, he died by her sword.

"Chang Qing, do you still blame me?"

Chang Qing choked his throat and said nothing.

The pupils shrank suddenly, and there was no focus, and he could no longer see Chang Qing's appearance clearly: "Chang Qing," his mouth opened and closed, blood clogged his throat, "Chang Qing, don't..." He raised his hand, bit by bit Point towards Changqing.

"Don't blame me, don't hate me..."

The hand suddenly dropped, and he slowly closed his eyes, lying in the blood, and never opened them again. The moonlight reflected the crystals in the corners of his eyes, and slowly slid down, dripping into the cold stones.

He let go like this, without even grabbing Chang Qing's hand.

"Far away."

"Far away."

Chang Qing called him, but there was no response.Yuanzhi is his name, the entire Dingbeihou Mansion, except for his family, he only let Chang Qing call her like that, and the last time she called him Yuanzhi, she can't remember when it was, it seems like it was so long in the last lifetime .

"Far away."

No one will answer her anymore, Chang Qing reached out and held his blood-stained hand, the temperature was icy cold.

Chang Qing lay beside Chi Xiuyuan, looking at the sword on his chest: "I don't blame you, and I don't hold grudges against you. I don't remember many things."

She said: "The two lifetimes are too long, I have forgotten them, I only remember that spring, you said, from now on, I will be called Evergreen."

"I just remember that year in the snow, you said you got an ancient bronze sword and wanted to give it to me."

I just remember that when he sent her to Dayan, under the evergreen tree, he said, Changqing, come back alive.

I can't recall any other memories.

"Far away."

Chang Qing held his hand tightly, sobbing softly.

"Far away."

"sorry."

"sorry."

In the past and present life, what was wrong, what was wrong, there is nowhere to investigate, she only remembers that there was once a young man who brought her back to the Dingbei Hou Mansion so that she would not be wandering. She practiced swords and planted a garden full of evergreen trees for her.

He loves Jiangshan, but, she knows, he always loves her and cherishes her.

Chang Qing sat on the ground and finally burst into tears.

Yan Jinghong walked over and gently hugged her into his arms: "Chang Qing." He patted her on the shoulder and coaxed her with red eyes, "Stop crying, stop crying."

Chang Qing had never cried like this before, his eyes were sore, and his heart throbbed in severe pain.

She raised her head to look at Yan Jinghong, her face was full of tears, she grabbed his sleeve and tightened it helplessly: "Jinghong, I killed him, I killed him with the sword he gave me."

But he was still reluctant to hurt her in the end.

Chang Qing cried and shouted: "In this life, I have failed him."

Yan Jinghong supported her shoulders and wiped her tears: "No, you didn't blame him, it was my fault, it was all my fault, it was my fault, don't blame yourself."

It's okay to blame him, he can't bear Chang Qing to blame himself.

Chang Qing shook her head vigorously, her body was on the verge of falling, she hugged her belly: "Jinghong, you hug me, I'm cold."

Yan Jinghong wrapped her body in a cloak and held her tightly in his arms: "Chang Qing, don't cry, it's all over."

"Let's go home."

"evergreen."

Chang Qing snuggled into his arms, motionless, with her eyes closed, the warm liquid slipped into her neck.

Three days later, all the people in Dingbei Mansion were put to death, and the first family of the Northern Wei Dynasty fell, and there was no more chapter in the history books.

It's just that the Marquis of Dingbei's mansion has not been demolished, and under the evergreen trees in the garden, new soil has been dug, and a bronze sword is stuck on it.

The history of Yan only records: Dayan 87, in September, Dingbei Hou Chixiuyuan died.

Chang Qing fell into a coma for three days, Yan Jinghong did not return to the country immediately, and temporarily lived in the former Dayan Proton Mansion.

"Your Majesty." Lin Jin said, "In the ice cellar of the Marquis of Dingbei, I found all the life and death Gu of the hidden guards, including Feiheng's, but there is no empress's."

Almost all the hidden guards in Dingbei Mansion had planted life and death Gu, but Changqing's mother Gu was not found.

Yan Jinghong was silent, thoughtful.

Lin Jin said again: "This subordinate will look for it again."

"You don't need to look for it." Yan Jinghong's eyes focused far away, "There is no Changqing."

Lin Jin didn't quite understand why there was no Chang Qing, as Chang Qing was also the secret guard of the Dingbei Hou Mansion.

Yan Jinghong sighed: "He can't be cruel to Chang Qing after all."

What's the meaning?Could it be that Chi Xiuyuan destroyed Changqing's mother Gu early on?Lin Jin was surprised that Chi Xiuyuan was really partial to Chang Qing.

Hey, why bother, Chi Xiuyuan is too ambitious to part with Jiangshan and Changqing.

Late at night, cold and cold, the Northern Wei Dynasty entered winter early, and a charcoal fire was lit in the bedroom, which gave some warmth.

Yan Jinghong pushed open the door and entered, then closed the door, and walked to the side of the bed. The person on the bed had their eyes tightly closed, breathing very shallowly.

He knelt down and held Chang Qing's hand: "Chang Qing."

"evergreen."

There was no response, and she kept her eyes closed.

"You answer me, Changqing."

She frowned and fell into a deep sleep.

"Don't sleep anymore." Yan Jinghong raised his hand, rubbed her eyes with his fingertips, and begged with a trembling voice, "Chang Qing, please open your eyes, I'm afraid."

Afraid that she would never open her eyes to see him again.

However, she still didn't open her eyes, Yan Jinghong leaned over and pressed her lips against her: "Chang Qing..."

In the Northern Wei Dynasty General's Mansion, in the middle of the night, someone broke through the wall.

The gentleman on the wall!Won't you go through the door?Fortunately, she kept the door open for so many nights.

Qin Ruo gritted her teeth and glared at the person who came, "You still dare to come back."

Feiheng stood in front of the screen, thought for a while, and said, "You can beat or scold, whatever you want."

Ho, quite self-conscious!
"Beating or scolding?" Qin Ruo pursed her lips, "The serious crime of treason and defection to the enemy cannot be settled with just beating and scolding."

Feiheng frowned: "Then what are you going to do?" But as the storybook said, he had to kneel on the washboard and get a feather duster, he was a seven-foot man, this hurt his self-esteem, Feiheng was distressed.

I don't want Qin Ruo to grit his teeth and say, "Torture you, ravage you, squeeze you dry!"

On weekdays, apart from practicing martial arts, Feiheng is practicing martial arts, and he doesn't know much about his daughter's mind, so he has only a half-knowledge: "What should I do?"

Qin Ruo smiled deeply: "Don't resist."

Tortured, ravaged, squeezed dry... Fei Heng was at a loss, then nodded, and said, "Yes."

This goose!

Qin Ruo took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart: "Do you know that you are wrong?"

Fei Heng raised his eyes: "There is nothing wrong with being loyal to the emperor."

A goose who insists on going his own way!
Qin Ruo was annoyed: "When did I say you were wrong about being loyal to the emperor?"

Feiheng continued to be confused.

Qin Ruoyi was filled with indignation: "You are wrong in hiding my loyalty to the emperor."

Is there a difference?Fei Heng didn't understand, he just thought women were difficult to deal with, and female generals were even more difficult to deal with.

Qin Ruo took a sip of tea and cleared her throat: "Next time, just call me for whatever you do."

Father always said that loyal ministers do not serve two masters, and mother always said that marrying a chicken is like a chicken, and marrying a dog like a dog, Qin Ruo felt that what her mother said was somewhat reasonable.

Eh, that's all, who made her give birth to him.

"why?"

Feiheng is stubborn and pursues the bottom line, but he just doesn't understand Fengyue.

Qin Ruo then explained: "Because you are my husband-in-law."

Fei Heng thought deeply, then nodded: "Yeah." They had worshiped and drank the quilt wine.

Qin Ruoxiao: "Let's go, to enforce the family law."

"What family law?"

"Torture you, ravage you, squeeze you dry!"

Feiheng was a little at a loss.

Qin Ruo had a reason: "It's you who made me a rebel, and I will definitely be infamous forever, so you have to make it up to me."

Fei Heng thought, that's all, after all, he was the one who cheated first, and he stood over with his hands behind his back: "It's all up to you."

Qin Ruo smiled: "That's right."

She thought, this person is so ignorant of fun and style, he will have to practice in the future.

Fei Heng thought, all the scriptures were deceitful, and he made a mistake by kneeling on the washboard or by a feather duster.

In the 87th year of Dayan, in October, the army of the Qin family in the Northern Wei Dynasty surrendered.

In the same month, the wife of Dingbei Mansion committed suicide, and her youngest son adopted Chu Mansion.

In the same month, 50 Yan State troops invaded the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the war started a prairie fire.

In the middle of the night, the wind blows, the candles flicker slightly, and the late autumn of the Northern Wei Dynasty is already severe cold.

"Jinghong."

"Jinghong."

After two soft calls and slow words, Yan Jinghong suddenly opened his eyes, and then he was ecstatic, he was relieved: "You finally woke up."

After checking Chang Qing's pulse and brushing her face to make sure she was fine, Yan Jinghong joyfully hugged Chang Qing into his arms.

"How long have I slept?"

After not speaking for a long time, Chang Qing's voice was hoarse and weak.

Yan Jinghong rubbed her neck, still a little uneasy, and said in a sullen tone, "Five days." For five full days, he was terrified, and he couldn't feel at ease for a moment.

"I'm sorry to make you worry." Her face was bloodless and morbidly pale, she looked at Yan Jinghong, her eyes opened and closed, extremely tired.

Yan Jinghong kissed her eyes: "Don't scare me like that in the future."

She nodded slightly, nestled in Yan Jinghong's arms, slowly closed her eyes, and whispered slowly: "Jinghong."

"Huh?" He patted her on the back gently.

"I had a dream, a very long dream. The dream was exactly the same as the previous life. If you die, I will die too." Frowning, she was panicked, and tightly tugged on his skirt.

After wrapping her in the quilt, Yan Jinghong hugged her tightly, lay on her side, and rubbed her belly gently with his palm: "It's just a dream, it's not real."

"It's okay, it's just a dream." She hugged Yan Jinghong's waist, "It's okay, you're still here."

Kissing Chang Qing's lips, Yan Jinghong caressed her hair: "Sleep a little longer, I will accompany you."

"Ah."

She didn't talk about Chi Xiuyuan's death, and he didn't ask about it, but they all knew that a wound on the heart would hurt, bleed and scab, and then heal, and the scar would fade away with time, maybe not.

The years are long, Changqing and Jinghong are just content with the present world, but fortunately, they will always hold hands until they grow old and die.

In the 87th year of Dayan, on the day of the winter solstice, the Yan army invaded the capital of Wei, and within a day they broke the city and forced the palace. Emperor Yan of the Northern Wei Dynasty died, and the guards in the palace surrendered. Pardon for three years.

In the 88th year of Dayan, on January [-]th, Empress Wujiang was seriously ill and was lying on the bed. Her death was approaching. Zen was located in Prince Chenglin. The new emperor was only three years old and did not know the government.

In the 88th year of Dayan, on February [-]th, Empress Zhang Hua gave birth to the eldest son of the emperor.

In the 88th year of Dayan, on April [-]th, the empress of the Emperor of Yan got married, with red makeup for thousands of miles, Jiangshan was hired, Qing Emperor personally granted the Phoenix seal, and the Queen's regent, the empress's seal can make courtiers, imperial military, and Qing emperor Standing as a reserve, with the same respect as the emperor.

In the 90th year of Dayan, on January [-]st, Emperor Qing made the eldest son Qing'er the crown prince, titled Ying, and the crown prince was only two years old.

In the 92nd year of Dayan, in the spring, Emperor Qing wanted to bring Empress Zhang Hua back to Shanshui, and ordered courtiers to assist Prince Ying as regent.

At that time, Er Er was only four years old, still a baby.

Er'er hugged Chang Qing's leg, and was about to cry: "Mother, you can't leave, you can't leave Er'er."

Yan Qing'er is only four years old, she looks very much like his father, her appearance is still young, her lips are red and her teeth are very delicate, only a pair of eyes are like evergreen, beautiful but heroic.

This small appearance made all the young maids in the palace dare not take a second look. This prince has grown up, but his appearance is a disaster for the country and the people.

The little Highness, who has caused disasters to the country and the people, has two tears in his eyes, which cannot be shed, and they are spinning around, so that he is so cute, he sniffs, chokes, and cries in a childish voice: "Mother, you can't have a baby!" Father doesn't want sons and ministers." He was very wronged, "Er'er is still young, so I can't live without my mother."

Still young?Hehe, yesterday he trained Mr. Right Prime Minister to the point where he wanted to find a place to drill himself.

The four-year-old child started to play with government affairs, slinking around, and happened to be in front of Chang Qing, just like an ordinary child, who often acted like a baby and pretended to be innocent.

The one who can't tolerate His Royal Highness the most is Your Majesty.

Yan Jinghong hugged Chang Qing's waist, and stared at him fiercely: "Let go." With a flick of his sleeve, he was about to shake off Er'er.

Er'er hugged Chang Qing tightly, but didn't let go: "I don't!"

It's not a day or two for the father and son to fight tit for tat. Looking at each other is an eyesore, and there is really no love between father and son.

As for the reason why it is difficult for father and son to coexist peacefully, it is because there is only one empress, which is not enough!

"Mother's Queen," Er'er was crying convulsively, his face flushed and pitiful, "I don't want to be a prince, and I don't want to be an emperor. You can take my son along with you."

Evergreen was in a dilemma.

Yan Jinghong leaned over and directly pushed Erbainen's little hand away: "I have left many assistants for you, your mother cannot keep them."

He planned it a few years ago, to take Chang Qing back to hermitage, and hide it so that no one would covet her.

Er'er stared: "You—" He raised his pink and tender face, and he scolded crisply, "You tyrant!"

His father often forbade him to be intimate with your empress, and he did not allow him to sleep in Fengqi Palace. When he was three years old, he built the Prince's Courtyard of the East Palace and let him sleep in a cold bed alone.

Not only that, this time he actually tried to abduct the queen mother!
Yan Jinghong completely turned a blind eye: "Fei Heng, hug him and drag him away." Then he hugged Chang Qing's waist, in a good mood, "Chang Qing, let's go."

Feiheng was embarrassed for a while, but still stepped forward to drag him.

Er'er covered his face, worried, tore the skirt of his chest, was heartbroken, and cried hoarsely: "Mother, mother, you are so cruel."

The crying is so touching and earth-shattering.

Chang Qing felt distressed: "Jinghong, let's not leave now, we will leave when Er Er grows up."

When Yan Qing'er was two years old, she also said the same thing, if there is one, there will be another, and if there is another, there will be three and four.

Yan Jinghong was firm: "No."

Chang Qing frowned: "Why?"

He always haunts you!
Taking advantage of this gap, Er'er hugged Chang Qing: "Empress Mother, I know that you can't let me go. It must be the emperor who forced you, right?"

Chang Qing didn't answer this question, and wiped Er'er's tears distressedly: "The queen mother won't leave, don't cry."

"Yeah." The tears were taken away as soon as they said, Er'er was instantly happy, "Queen, I'm hungry, let's go eat."

Chang Qing pushed Yan Jinghong away, and held Er'er's little hand.

Yan Jinghong's face turned pale.

His Highness Er'er's eyebrows were beaming, and he glanced back: "Father, I will send someone to send you to Fengqi Palace."

Nothing beats it!
Yan Jinghong clenched his fist, then let go, looked at Chang Qing, unhappy: "Chang Qing." She clearly agreed to accompany him out of the palace last night.

Chang Qing was concerned with wiping Er Er's face, without looking up, she just said, "I'll have dinner with Er Er first, and I'll accompany you later."

His Majesty Yan Jinghong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

His Highness Er Er smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Eunuch Chang Fu covered his mouth and smiled: This time, it is His Highness who has won by a margin.He made the right bet, and he paid ten for one, and made a lot of money!

In the winter of Dayan's 94th year, Empress Zhanghua gave birth to the concubine, who was named Changxi by Emperor Qing, who loved her beyond measure.

In the winter of Dayan's 97th year, Emperor Qing abdicated and took Empress Changqing to live in seclusion in the market. Crown Prince Yan Qing'er came to the throne at only nine years old.

　Marquis Dingbei has finished writing, which means that this book is about to be finished. There are three important things,
　　1. There will be a benefit for Evergreen and Jinghong, and the genuine version will join the group quickly, maybe more than once, depending on your mood

　　2. A new hole will be opened in the next few days, but it will not be filled for the time being, just collect it obediently, or we will break up
　　3. Recommend my finished ancient texts "The Emperor's Favored Qing Ben Enchanting" and "The Emperor's Love: A Concubine Ning", which are similar in style to Dingbei Hou. Nanzi's production must be a boutique!
　　


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