Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1361 The pit is 347 meters deep, and I can't get out of the past

The sun was scorching hot, the wind was warm and the grass was green. Falcons were rushing into the sky amidst the howling of wolves.The weird man on the long slope, with his tattered clothes swaying slightly, has a graceful but elegant posture. It seems that his natural nobility is not concealed by the strange attire. Even his messy long hair is embellished by the silhouette of the sun. A touch of unique unruliness.

The horse rushed through the pack of wolves and up the long slope, very fast--

Xiao Qian like this is eager.

It was an eagerness that Mo Jiu rarely saw.

With one arm around Mo Jiu, he rushed straight into the pack of wolves, right in front of the strange man.

"Yuan Chi—"

He called Song Ao, the sound was slightly hoarse and dark.

Mo Jiu hadn't heard of Song Ao's fine print for many years.

And many years ago, she only heard it from Xiao Qian's mouth.

Song Ao called him Chang Yuan, and Xiao Qian called him Yuan Chi.He has two completely different personalities, and they don't seem very close. Even Xiao Qian often dislikes Song Ao. Most of the time, Song Ao walks around Xiao Qian with a cheeky smile. He also followed the kiss.But these two seemingly incompatible people actually have a deep bond of affection.However, at that time, the young prince was full of vigor and suave, so many romances and joys of silk and bamboo were written in Lin'an Painting Boat and Willow Lane on Yan Street... Even though it has been many years, Mo Jiu still remembers it fresh.

But in front of him——

It had changed so much she could barely recognize it.

"Yuan Chi!"

Xiao Qian called again in a low voice, seeming very sure.

If she didn't understand their relationship, Mo Jiu would be jealous.

He looked at Song Ao with too eager eyes, filled with too much emotion.

However—he didn't get a response.

The strange man seemed to be frightened, stopped playing the flute, and just stared at them blankly.

He opened his mouth and closed it.

Zhang Zhang again, still no sound.

Mo Jiu held his breath tightly, he is Song Ao, really Song Ao.

The expression that passed by at that moment was all too familiar.

"Little prince? It's really you!"

Mo Jiu also called out in surprise, but Song Ao was still confused.

"You..." He clenched the body of the flute, his tone hesitated, and he even took a step back.

Seeing his appearance, Xiao Qian's complexion changed, and his brows furrowed immediately.

"I'm Zhang Yuan! Don't you remember me?"

Song Ao shook his head and looked at them with his lips pursed like that.

Startled, Mo Jiu frowned, and called him, "Little Prince, I'm Mo Jiu, do you recognize me?"

"Mo Jiu? Changyuan!?"

Song Ao whispered in his mouth, over and over again, over and over again.

He searched and pondered in his memory, his face full of confusion...

In Mo Jiu's full of anticipation, he finally shook his head.

"...Do I know you? Or, do you know me?"

Don't remember anything?Mo Jiu was stunned.

But it also seemed reasonable only if he didn't remember.

If he remembered, why didn't he return for many years?

If he remembered, why hasn't any news been sent back?
She felt Xiao Qian's body tense, fearing to frighten Song Ao, she quickly smiled at him.

"Yes, little prince, we know you, we are friends."

"Friends." Song Ao murmured again, a little surprised by this sudden recognition of friends, and seemed to be on guard, and stared at them for a while before he looked over, "Then I... …who is it?"

"..."

have to!I completely forgot everything.

Mo Jiu sighed inwardly, and the joy of finding his old friend was replaced by worry.

"My lord, of course you are..."

"Of course you are Song Ao." Xiao Qian suddenly took Mo Jiu's words, and then with a pair of scrutinizing cold eyes, staring at Song Ao, he asked softly, "Why did you bring the wolves here?"

yes!Since he doesn't remember anything, why did he lead the pack of wolves?
And...he also knows to help them, not the Beimeng people, isn't that unreasonable?

Mo Jiu pursed her lips and looked over with a puzzled expression.

But Song Ao, who has lost his memory, does not think slowly. Obviously, his IQ is still online.

He looked Mo Jiu and Xiao Qian up and down, then hesitated, and said, "The wolf king invited me here."

Wolf king?Mo Jiu was startled, but saw her wolf crowding up, circling around the horse, wagging its tail like a dog...

In front of her, the wolf looked more like a dog than a wolf king?
Mo Jiu was a little dumbfounded!

This little thing actually became the wolf king?
And look at this, still a queen?
Awesome!

She glanced at the wolf in admiration, but Song Ao said: "I don't know much about the selection of the king of the wolf clan. This female wolf only returned to the wolf pack two days ago, but the wolf pack unanimously recognized her as the king. but me--"

After a pause, he seemed to think of something bad, and his tone was much slower.

"I was hijacked back then, and I was rescued by the wolves, so I survived. Now that I am recovering, the wolves are in trouble, so naturally I have to help with all my strength..."

Hijacked?Saved by wolves?
These words reminded Mo Jiu and Xiao Qian of the Yinshan incident in those days.

But no matter how they guided him, Song Ao could only recall that he had been hijacked and imprisoned in a cave, and then brought out by several people with injuries all over his body. In the end, he was attacked by hungry wolves, and the wolves ate him. Those people accidentally dragged him back to the wolf's den... He was seriously injured, his legs could not move, his mouth could not speak, the injury was very serious, and it took a long time to heal slowly, even now, his legs and feet are still somewhat inconvenient .

From his narration, Mo Jiu probably understood.

Back then, when Na Shun imprisoned him, he had given him a large amount of poison, which may have damaged his sanity, which led to his memory loss.

And his inexplicable disappearance, no one can be found no matter what, finally has a reasonable explanation.

He was imprisoned by Nashun at the beginning, but Mo Jiu and the others got into the tomb and found Nashun.The group of spying people took the opportunity to lead him away from the tomb in order to avoid their search and rescue.But those people encountered wolves on the way to leave, and such an accident happened——

Until now, Mo Jiu didn't know who the mysterious man was hiding behind.

And Song Ao said that those people were eaten by wolves—so that person may not know that Song Ao is still alive?
"Hey! Xiao Liulang, these things sound so... vicissitudes of life?" Looking at Song Ao's wary eyes as if they were strangers, Mo Jiu felt sore in his heart, and couldn't help sighing, "If Peng Xin knew that this was the reason why they wasted years, how sad would it be? If he knew...he actually has a son who has been waiting for him to go back, how good would it be?"

"You can tell him." Xiao Qian said lightly.

"Say it now?" Mo Jiu asked in a low voice, then shook his head to himself, "I'm not right, this surprise should be left to Peng Xin."

"En." Xiao Qian embraced her soothingly, signaling her not to be sad.

But Mo Jiu couldn't calm down for a long time.

"I thought it would be a good time to find someone. But with this result, it seems that something is missing?"

"What is missing?"

"I don't know, I always feel regretful... Peng Xinku waited for years, Xiao Chonger waited for several years, these shortcomings... how to make up for it?"

Xiao Qian looked at her sideways, and smiled lightly, "Ah Jiu, not all shortcomings can be made up for."

"Yes. But I didn't think about the reunion...it would be like this. I didn't think about the reunion, and it's not perfect."

"The world is impermanent! How can everything be perfect."

Mo Jiu sighed silently, looking at Song Ao like this, and then raised his head to look at the scorching sun above his head, and slowly compared the princely prince in brocade and silk clothes with a picturesque smile in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River to the one in front of him standing on the slope of the ruined city. Men who know but don't understand merge together.

"It's impermanent, too impermanent!"

Song Ao watched the two of them talking to each other for a long time, and finally asked without hesitation.

"Are you...really familiar with me?"

Mo Jiu smiled and nodded, "Yes, very familiar, very familiar."

"Oh", Song Ao fell silent again.

He picked up the piccolo, slowly brought it to his lips, and lowered his head.

Just when Mo Jiu thought he was going to play again, he suddenly put down his hand again.

He raised his head so suddenly, his eyes were pure and bright, his posture was as elegant as before, but his voice was heavy as if a stone had been thrown into a peaceful ancient well.

"Then can you tell me, is there something very important that I haven't done?"

Mo Jiu was taken aback.

Looking at him, she couldn't answer.

Song Ao half-closed his eyes, his eyes were far-reaching, and it seemed that he didn't need her to answer.

As if talking to himself, he said slowly: "I have been thinking about it all these years, and I have been thinking hard, but I just can't remember it. What important things have I not done? I can't think about it, but I know , knowing that one thing was not done. When I think about it, my heart hurts. I think, maybe I promised someone, there is a promise that has not been fulfilled, maybe I have promised someone, there is a promise that has not been fulfilled Fulfillment. Perhaps, there is a woman, whom I love deeply, and who loves me deeply. She is waiting for me in a place I don’t know...but I have forgotten her and the way back .”

He asked seriously, but his voice was flat.

Mo Jiu was struggling with his heart, and after a long time, he held Xiao Qian's hand tightly and asked him.

"If I say yes, will you go back with me?"

"Is it really there?" Song Ao was stunned holding the flute, as if he didn't look at Mo Jiu at all, and his whole body was out of state, "... Really? Is there really?"

……

……

The scorching sun is like fire, and the wind is passing through.

The shouts of killing outside Hara and Lin City gradually weakened.

After two hours of darkness, the battle was finally coming to an end.

People who are alive are sweating profusely.

The dead... blood flowed like rivers.

The army surging like a tide, some turned into corpses, and some turned into killing machines.

By now, the outcome is clear.

The sudden attack by the wolves and Sendon's secret betrayal are fatal blows to Gu Er.

There can only ever be one king of war.

Xiao Qian did what he said to Mo Jiu before the battle, they must win.

Yes, they won.

Whether it was Wu Rigen's people or Su He's people, they fell one by one.

The majestic Halla and Lin city gates were finally opened in front of them.

Break in, take possession of it, and he will be the king of this city.

Mo Jiu closely followed Xiao Qian's horse steps, his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were red hot.

There is excitement, excitement, and a weird sense of desolation.

Up to now, when they can finally walk step by step to the city that symbolizes the highest power in Beimeng, she feels uncomfortable.

Paying too much!too much!

There may be more in the future—more!
Taking a long breath, Mo Jiu closed his eyes halfway, facing the glare of the sun, and looked at the words on the city gate.

"Rokuro, is this the end?"

"No!" Xiao Qian said flatly, "It's just the beginning."

……

Xiao Qian's army entered the city.

The bustling streets of the past seem to have changed.

The smell of gunpowder shrouded the city, and the Beimeng people in the city either stayed behind closed doors, or died in battle, surrendered their allegiance, or tried their best to escape.

In the chaotic city, it was noisy, and it was not at all quieter than during the war.

Xiao Jun posted Anmin notices in the streets and alleys, and asked the soldiers to keep shouting in Beimeng, telling them that Xiao Jun would not hurt innocent people.However, this move had little effect, and the Beimeng people could not accept Xiao Qian, a guy from the south, as their sweat.Even if they have to surrender now and have no ability to resist, they are not willing in their hearts.Moreover, when the two sides were fighting fiercely, Princess Ayigu and Wu Rigen took advantage of the chaos and led their soldiers to escape from Hara and Lin——

This is a troublesome matter for Xiao Qian, but it is a hope for the Beimeng people.

They all expected that their sweat would come back and save them from the fire.

It's really bad, even if Lord Su He sweats profusely, it's better than being occupied by Xiao Qian.

Under such an atmosphere, the sky of Hara and Lin seemed to have become somewhat cramped.

Half an hour later, Mo Jiu followed Xiao Qian and went back to Su He Palace.

Thinking about it carefully, it has been almost four years since I left last time.

Mo Jiu never thought that she would come back to this place again.

When passing by Lingtaifang, she couldn't help but sink her eyes when she saw the stage.

Everything was still the same as before, even Mo Jiu still remembered clearly the time Gu Er came to Lengtaifang to meet her and stood in front of the stage.

But things are still there, but people are no longer.

They are no longer what they used to be.

……

……

In the main hall of the Wangfu, the candles were dimly lit.

Xiao Qian sat in the black robe with cold eyes, and Mo Jiu sat beside him, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

The two waited quietly without speaking.

In the low-pressure atmosphere, even Xue Fang, who was standing at the door, felt a chill down his spine.

After a while, the wooden door finally pushed open with a "squeak".

Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes.

In the light and shadow, a person stepped over the threshold.

He was tall and haughty, with an expressionless face.

He is Gu Er, the same Gu Er as in the past.

The only difference is that his hands were cut behind his back, and he was followed by the escort of Chuang North and South——

　~ Ah Ya Ya!

　　I wrote it with a heavy heart!

　　Perhaps in this story, there are no good or bad guys in the absolute sense.

　　I hope you will not be disappointed...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)