The beauty is endless

Chapter 48 Extra Story [-]: Fingertip Sand
[On the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, the night is clear. 】

The rare moonlight in the Northern Kingdom shone through the window lattice, like a gauze, enveloping Murong Qi on the bed.Feng Yuan looked at her quietly, as if looking at the most precious treasure in the world, such a lonely and precious look, he could not see it, nor could she see it, only the moonlight could be used.

The dress on her body is new. The white silk satin is cold and slippery to the touch, but thick and moist. The picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix on the skirt was embroidered by dozens of embroiderers for three years. The color is gorgeous , lifelike.Peacock feathers and precious stones are embellished on the faint blue cloak, like pieces of phoenix feathers, wrapping around the shoulders.

——This is a dress that only women in the mother's world are qualified to wear. It is his mother, a princess from the sea country, who personally chooses and customizes it.It's a pity that before she could wait for the day of her queen's seal, all her expectations were crushed by the iron hoof, and this dress followed her to and fro, hiding its brilliance deeply.

Before her mother died, she solemnly handed over the dress to him. She said, "Qianchi, you will become king in the future, so you must let your queen wear this dress. You will take her to rule the world and fulfill my love." dream.

But now, in this bleak and dense winter night in the northern kingdom, in this lonely city surrounded by large armies, King's Landing has become an increasingly distant dream.

But he still insisted on using the most important weight for her to come here and drink a glass of wine made from apricot blossom spring rain, just to change her into this dress.

In this life, she is the only one; at this moment, he is the only one seeing.

his queen.

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand, and gently caressed Murong Qi's face, the skin under his palm was slightly warm and delicate, and under the light, there was a faint honey color.

He said in a low voice: "Yanran, if I don't ask for anything, don't want anything, will you go with me?"

She had fallen into a coma, so naturally she couldn't answer.

He waited for a while, then smiled with relief, with a deep self-mockery in his smile, and muttered to himself: "That's good."

——The lover around him, the mountains and rivers in the distance, and the unrestrained world are all just "what ifs", and he can't do it at all, so he only dares to ask this sentence when she can't hear it.

She didn't answer, so that's fine, as if she had refused.In this way, he can continue to deceive himself and complete his own journey without hesitation.

He didn't know the time, just sat beside her like this, until he could hear the beating of drums and the faint sound of shouts, the sound of hurried footsteps on the city guard's mansion, followed by the rapid knock on the door. Linxi shouted anxiously.

"My lord, the Baishuo cavalry attacked the city."

Feng Yuan withdrew his gaze and turned to the fire that lit up outside the window for the second time, his expression gradually became solemn: "Get ready to meet the enemy, I'll be there soon."

Lin Xi was ordered to retreat, Feng Yuan turned his head, the woman on the bed was still peaceful and unconscious.The only capriciousness in his life should end here.

He lowered his head, and gently kissed her cool lips, so solemn that it was almost pious.

"Take care, Yanran, there will be no date in the future."

[The thirteenth day of the second twelfth lunar month, dawn, clear. 】

The medicine Feng Yuan gave Murong Qi was not heavy, and the medicine's power would dissipate by itself in about two hours. When she woke up, there should have been no troops stationed in the city guard's mansion. Maybe even the whole city had changed hands. With her skills, she can come and go freely.

Therefore, when he saw a raging fire burning in the direction of the city guard's mansion, his heart sank suddenly.

Two hours had not yet come, she would not wake up yet, and the Yonghe army had already evacuated except for a few elite rear guards.Where did this fire come from?And has she left safely?

Knowing that Bai Shuo's army has already entered the city at this moment, knowing that the situation is critical, knowing that letting go will be complete, but he can't control himself to turn around frequently, until he tightens the reins, turns his horse's head, and returns to the city.

"Son!"

Linxi was about to follow, but he stopped him with one hand.

"Retreat quickly as planned, I will be back soon."

The Yonghe army in Tianhe City was less than 3000 people, and they were exhausted physically and mentally after fighting for several days, so Feng Yuan didn't want to make a life-and-death resistance from the beginning, and had already made a plan to evacuate.Wei Ji, who was besieging the city, didn't seem to want to kill them quickly either. The troops staying outside the east gate were only one-third of those elsewhere, leaving him a way out intentionally or unintentionally.

The rushing sound of horseshoes resounded on the deserted street, and as he approached the city guard's mansion, a faint voice came from Feng Yuan's ear, knowing that it was the master Bai's soldier who had already entered the city, so he got off his horse and jumped lightly. Going up to the eaves, after a few ups and downs, the gate of the Chengshou Mansion is already in sight.

Half of the huge mansion was engulfed in flames, and the center of the flames was the west wing where Murong Qi was.He frowned and was about to fall when he saw a small group of Bai Shuo's soldiers running out of the door.The leader was short in stature, surrounded by the crowd, holding a torch high in his hand, and the flames were fierce, reflecting his face.

That face was petite and beautiful, with thick black hair hanging down the side of the face, and his expression was distorted by the flames, it turned out to be Ban Weizhi!

He was stunned for a moment, and then his heart sank—this fire was set by Ban Weizhi!

He remembered that when he was still in Chiyue Palace, Ban Weizhi had accidentally seen the dress of a hundred birds and a phoenix, and he liked it very much. He insisted on asking him to ask for it, but he refused anyway, saying that it was his mother's relic.But the picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix is ​​not something that ordinary women can wear, how could Ban Weizhi, who is a royal family, not know?

Although he didn't know why she had to pretend to enter the city at this moment, but she must have seen Murong Qi in the city guard's mansion, and also saw the dress on her body.

She wants to burn her!

Taking advantage of the wind, the fire burned more and more vigorously. Ban Weizhi watched for a moment with gloomy eyes, then threw the torch in his hand towards the door amidst the urging of his followers, and left without looking back.

Feng Yuan didn't think of asking for punishment at all. At this moment, his eyes were full of that overwhelming fire, and he didn't care about other things. He wanted to save people as soon as he moved.

But as soon as he took a step, a gust of wind came from behind, directly hitting the back of his heart.

The Red Moon Demon Art in Feng Yuan's body consciously created a barrier, and with a wave of his sleeve, he moved away three feet in an instant, only to see a dark black spear point passing by, chasing and stabbing, he took a few quick steps on his feet, clasped his hands together, Powerful internal force gushed out from the edge of the palm, unexpectedly blocking the tip of the spear half a foot away.

After a short confrontation, the two separated immediately, each occupying a corner of the roof, their eyes met, Feng Yuan suddenly smiled: "Leader Ji Shao's thunder cone is really powerful."

Ji Che slowly merged the two short spears in his hands into one, and said coldly, "Master Feng has gone and returned, what is your intention?"

What is intended?

Feng Yuan's eyes turned to the city guard's mansion faintly, the flames were raging, illuminating the deep night behind him.

But the Tianhe City suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, the two of them rode together, approaching from far away, the smile on her lips, the love in his eyes, even through the thick city wall, he could see clearly.They are so comfortable, but he is still trapped in the cage, the scene is so dazzling, he will never forget it for the rest of his life.

What is intended?

If she escapes from the fire, she will definitely leave with the man in front of her. From then on, they will be happy together and grow old hand in hand.What about him?Where should his thoughts, his attachments, his love and hatred be placed?
Why should it be fulfilled?The world is long, why should he be left alone?

Feeling angry in his heart, Feng Yuan narrowed his almond eyes and smiled slightly: "I'll tell you if I win."

After saying that, he spread his palms apart, and the ten-success power of Hongyuetian Devil Kungfu filled his whole body in an instant. With five fingers together, he swiped out, bringing out a burst of sharp sword energy, and struck Ji Che's chest.

The thunder cone in Ji Che's hand had already merged into a long spear, and the tip of the spear shook, turning into a thousand points of cold light, blocking the sword energy, and then swung the spear and stabbed at his legs.

Feng Yuan could see that Ji Che didn't want to entangle him too much, he just wanted to make a quick decision, but he refused to let him do so, and the evil fire in his heart rose wildly, like a raging flame behind him, destroying the world——

Since there is a battle between him and him in the dark, such a situation couldn't be better.What does it matter who wins or loses?The important thing is, if he can't get it, Ji Che can't get it either!

Time passed in a blink of an eye, and the air gradually heated up. In the strong wind brought by the two, a wisp of sharp and flexible internal force suddenly crashed into it. Although it was not strong, it was enough to disrupt the confrontation.With a wave of Feng Yuan's robe sleeve, a weapon was swept away, but the weapon didn't just hit the ground, it turned around and fell into the hands of someone not far away, but the Red Moon Heaven Demon Art is too overbearing, the person who catches it is difficult to dispel for a while, and retreats repeatedly It took several steps to stand still.

Dancing in a red dress under the night sky, it turned out to be the female commander Liang Shan who worked for Emperor Dayou.

At this moment, she was holding the blades in both hands, and the horizontal knife was blocking Ji Che's body. A thin line of blood meandered down from her lips, but her face was as stern as ever, and she stared at Feng Yuan calmly.

Ji Che was obviously also very surprised. As soon as he called out "Miss Liang", Liang Shan said coldly without looking back, "If you keep beating, Murong Yan will be burned to death."

She obviously said this to Ji Che, and she looked at Feng Yuan with mocking eyes.

Ji Che's expression was shocked, and his eyes swept towards the fire field behind him in disbelief. In the next moment, his figure flew away without stopping, and disappeared behind Feng Yuan.

He didn't even thank Liang Shan, and he had no time to make things difficult for Feng Yuan.

Liang Shan's gaze followed Ji Che's back into the void, and that fleeting sigh fell into Feng Yuan's eyes. When he moved his feet, the female leader in red had already recovered her senses, and with a tap of her toes, she stopped him again. before.

"Your opponent is me now." She raised her chin, her gaze cold and arrogant.

Feng Yuan looked at her playfully: "You can't beat me."

"But you won't be able to kill me for a while." Liang Shan disagreed, "Unless you are willing to sacrifice your own life for Murong Yan's death. But in my opinion, if you are willing to part with her life, you may not be willing to part with your own. "

Feng Yuan stroked the creases on his sleeves, and said with a light smile, "To make wedding dresses for others, I didn't expect Commander Liang to be a lover."

Liang Shan obviously didn't want to argue with him, so she raised the back of her hand and gently wiped away the blood on her lips, and sneered, "It's the end of the crossbow, what's the point?"

Feng Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly again, Liang Shan smiled like this, although her eyes were cold, he found that she had a pair of phoenix eyes that were very similar to Murong Qi, with the tails of the eyes slightly upturned, he couldn't help but think of that person smiling and shouting The appearance of "Feng Yuan".She smiled so beautifully, but he actually wanted her to die at that moment.

The fire in his heart was gradually extinguished, and Ji Che's shout could be faintly heard, and he could still feel the panic in his voice from so far away. This man who thought himself calm and unmoved, had such a day.

He bent the corner of his lips, turned around suddenly, like a light bird, and quickly disappeared among the row upon row of roof ridges.

From now on, his queen, his wife, his Princess Yanrong, have been dressed in the clothes of a hundred birds facing the phoenix, and died peacefully in a fire in Mobei.He will miss her forever, until death comes.

【Thirty of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve, snow】

A fast horse galloped by, splashing a little bit of snow, covering the future and the way out.Immediately, the original color of the knight's iron armor could no longer be seen, and there were two broken long arrows stuck in his back. Frost blood dripped from the eyebrows and eyes under the helmet, and his face could not be seen clearly.

He flew all the way into the col, and there was a camp on the leeward side. The guarding soldiers saw him and hurried out of the way.The knight was less than ten steps in front of the main camp, and finally couldn't hold on, his hands loosened, and he rolled off the galloping horse.

However, before he landed, he was caught by Linxi who rushed out of the tent. Linxi carefully avoided the broken arrow on the knight's back, and slowly put him down, trying to infuse his true energy, but in the end he was powerless. Gradually slacking off, fighting for the last breath, talking intermittently until the neck drooped, and there was no more movement.

Linxi's pupils were filled with sorrow, tears were faintly stained, but she just silently reached out to close his eyes for him.There was some movement behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Feng Yuan standing at the entrance of the main tent at some point, with no expression on his handsome face.

"Young Master!" Lin Xi's voice trembled slightly, "Yulin Town has fallen, Ah Feng desperately sent back the news that the Baishuo cavalry marched overnight, and they will arrive here within two days."

Feng Yuan nodded slightly, glanced at the young soldier who had died long ago, and said calmly: "Pass my order, the whole army will pull out the camp and march north."

After finishing speaking, he turned around to enter the account, and the thick curtain fell from behind him, blocking the ice and snow and the desperate eyes together.

There is a large sheepskin map hanging in the ledger, but Feng Yuan knows without looking at the map, to the north, and further north, there is a desert that even Baishuo herdsmen would not go to, where there is no grass and no water source.

But even if the road ahead is hell, he can't retreat; even if there is no chance of winning, he can't admit defeat; even if there is only one person left, he can't give up.

This is the fate he has carried since birth, and it is the arrogance bestowed on him by the blood in his body.

It has been less than a month since they left Tianhe City, but the bad news has never stopped.

Fengjianhua and Mozhu died together in the ruins of the ancient city; Mei Wangting, who stayed in the Chiyue Palace, wanted to remonstrate with death, but was hacked to death by the swarming guards; The Yonghe army was slaughtered overnight, causing countless casualties.

Yan Lin, who was waiting in full force in Zixia Pass, was suddenly chased by the Dayou army, led by Liang Shan and the seventh prince Murong Ye.

Even Ji Ci, who was far away from the Hongshui Gang, lost contact.

……

Lowering his eyes, there was a celadon jug and a stack of rough pastries on the simple table. Today is New Year's Eve. These are what he asked Linxi to exchange with the herdsmen for the little money left. Let the soldiers who followed him feel the atmosphere of the New Year to some extent, but now, I am afraid that even this small wish is not available.

He picked up the celadon jug and drank the strong wine in one gulp. The inferior liquor choked his throat and chest with a sharp pain.

Those gorgeous days with flowers and brocades are gone, and on the last day of this year, he is only accompanied by cold, fleeing, death and a hopeless future.

【The tenth day of the fourth frost month, night, snow】

Spring is coming and autumn is coming, and another year passes away silently. The south of the Yangtze River is still full of autumn colors, but the north is already cold and windy. The north wind brings heavy snow all over the sky.

As time goes on, big and small things happen every day. Some people are prosperous, some are singing songs, some are crying, some are laughing, just like many years in the past, there is not much difference.

Bai Shuo's Xiying Emperor Ji was canonized as a noble concubine by Emperor Yong'an after her marriage, and the wedding ceremony was extravagant.It was rumored that Empress Yin held a grudge against Concubine Ban Wei everywhere, and even caused Concubine Ban Wei to have a miscarriage. Emperor Yong'an was furious about this, and after punishing Empress severely, he moved Concubine to Xingyue Hall where Queen Dowager lived, and Concubine Ban Wei was honored and favored. It was very prosperous for a while.

Because of Bai Shuo and his party, Wei Nange, the young chief assistant of Wenyuan Pavilion, was highly valued by Emperor Yong'an, and he became the prime minister in his first year, and became the best husband-in-law candidate in the eyes of the noble girls of Dayou.

After the Baishuo Khan King Ban Weilian married his daughter, he begged the twelfth prince, Ban Weiji, to marry Princess Dayou'an. Now the princess and his party have arrived at Zixia Pass, and will enter the pass soon.The relationship between Dayou and Bai Shuo was unprecedentedly harmonious.

In the north, since the death of the Juze Yonghe army, which led Fengjianhua and the four elders, the group has no leader, and they have been attacked by Dayou and Baishuo, and they have become more and more disintegrated. In the desert to the north, another part of the elite who stayed at Zixia Pass fought desperately under the leadership of the famous Juze general Yan Lin. Unexpectedly, Yan Lin's son secretly took refuge in Dayou. A generation of famous generals, together with thousands of soldiers under him, was finally captured by the seventh prince Murong of Dayou. The wild was wiped out at Zhema Mountain Pass, a hundred miles west of Zixia Pass.

With Yan Lin's death, the Yonghe Army has existed in name only, and no one cares about the whereabouts of Shen Qianchi, the last prince of Juze.

The wind with gravel and snowflakes hit hard, covering the sky and making it difficult to breathe.

A small group of soldiers marched hard against the wind and snow, and finally hid in a small piece of stone forest that was riddled with holes by the wind and sand. They dismounted from the leeward side, quickly dug a shallow sand pit, and drove the horses to surround them for a while. After the fuss, he hid in the pit exhausted.

At this time, the clouds and dust in the sky were rolling, and I couldn't see my fingers when I stretched out my hands. The wind roared in my ears, and a sandstorm was coming.

The most terrifying natural disaster in the desert made these already exhausted soldiers even more terrified. Only Feng Yuan, who was in the middle of the crowd, remained unmoved. He tightly hugged a blood-soaked man in black in his arms, his eyebrows lowered, His face was expressionless, only his arms trembling slightly.

The wind sofa let out a terrifying whistling sound, and the man in black in his arms suddenly moved. Feng Yuan hastily stretched out his palm, and the inner breath in his palm was continuously flowing, forcing the opponent's already vague pulse.

"Linxi, don't sleep, wake up quickly."

"My lord..." Linxi gasped for breath, grabbed Feng Yuan's lapel with all his strength, and said with difficulty, "Don't worry...I...don't..."

Feng Yuan said in a low voice: "Don't talk yet, I will cure you."

Linxi shook his head slowly, he knew his own situation best. In that tragic battle, he was shot in the body with arrows, and the knife in the back went deep into the viscera. Even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save him, let alone Feng Yuan.

He knew that there was not much time left for him, but he had to say something.

"Don't...don't care...don't care about anything...go, go far away...live..."

He has been by the young master's side since he was a child. They once watched the destruction of Juze together, and were bullied and insulted by the noble children of Dayou together; , Witness him planning in every possible way, step by step... He is the one who has walked the farthest and longest with him.

Now, he can no longer accompany him to go on.

Even him, have to leave him.

In the last moment, he just wanted to tell the person in front of him that if he let go now, there was still time.The dignity of the royal family and the pride of blood are all vain.As long as you can live a good life, even if you are an ordinary person.

Will the son understand?Will you understand...?

Linxi looked at Feng Yuan expectantly, but his pupils began to slack.Feng Yuan felt the breathing and heartbeat of the person in his arms gradually stop, and the already cold heart became even more chilly.He stretched out his hand to close Linxi's eyes, and looked around. In the raging wind and sand, the heavy breathing of the soldiers was full of despair.He understood what Linxi meant, but the world was in chaos, even if he gave up, where should he go?
No, he won't give up, he's not dead yet!
He already has nothing, so how can he lose his last dignity!

[Twenty-seven Snows of the Five Frost Moons]

What day is this?

Since entering this desert where even the bravest herdsmen of the Han people in the north have never set foot, day and night have completely lost their meaning, and the Baishuo cavalry who are chasing endlessly behind them have also stopped. I heard that they call this desert "the grave of the gods." ", those criminals who were condemned to exile were driven into here, and no one ever came out alive.

People around him died one by one, serious injuries, beasts, hunger and thirst...everything can kill a person.Now, he is the only one left.

It started to snow again, with numerous waves, covering the sky and the sun. He had already lost his direction, and now he was aimless, just moving forward mechanically, until the fresh snow gradually piled up to his knees, making it difficult for him to walk, and he stopped at a place covered by snow. He sat down slowly in front of the rock where he lived.

Even wearing armor, you can feel the bone-piercing chill penetrating into the bone marrow.However, Feng Yuan didn't feel that uncomfortable. Today, what could be colder than his heart?

It hurts very much, the whole body hurts, and I can't tell which wound is festering. After a year of fighting, even if he has special skills, he can't break through the thousands of troops safely every time. There is a wound on his right arm. A knife wound, an arrow wound on his chest, a broken left leg, his eyes were so smoked that he couldn't see far away... In this year, he has encountered all kinds of difficult battles, bad weather, dangerous terrain, and betrayal by his subordinates ——This year seems to be longer and more difficult than a lifetime.

He knew he couldn't stop, once he stopped, the falling snow would soon bury him, in such cold weather, he couldn't move, he could only freeze to death.But so what, dignity and pride supported him to get here, far enough.

He is so tired, he wants to take a rest.

Feng Yuan brushed away the messy hair in front of his eyes with his hands. He didn't know how long he hadn't looked in the mirror. He didn't know if his face covered with dust was stained with wind and frost. Would those old friends who were thousands of miles away still remember him? Goodbye... No, I won't see you again, it's better not to see you again.

He exhaled lightly, looked at the dense snowflakes between the sky and the earth, and suddenly thought of some people.

His mother and concubine was a princess from Shiya, a sea country, and she was once the most honorable woman in Juze. He still remembers her complicated and gorgeous eighteen-layer gauze dress, and the golden hairpin on her hair was inlaid with countless gemstones. His The whole childhood was permeated with the fragrance of her sleeves. It was she who told him the pride and responsibility of being a royal family. It was she who taught him forbearance and unscrupulous methods.But this woman who wanted to be the mother of the world did not teach him how to love and how to give up.

His father, King Bai, once owned the richest country in the world, but was cruel and violent, full of suspicion, and always locked himself in the deep palace.He doesn't remember much about his appearance anymore, he only remembers his pale face, and the unsteady figure in the empty hall when the Dayou army broke through the city.As a king, he gave up his country and subjects. As a father, he gave up his children and wife. He once hated him to the bone, but now, he seems to be able to vaguely understand that deep-seated despair.

There is also the elegant and cold descendant of the Feng family, who inherited the beliefs of the entire family as a woman.Like him, she has shouldered too many responsibilities, and she will never die.When the news of her death came from Linxi, he even envied her very much. When she died, she could be reduced to ashes with the one she loved. She was liberated, but he still wanted to move forward.

By the way, there is also the pampered and willful Emperor Ji Xi Ying who gave him all her sincerity.Although he doesn't care about hurting and using a woman he doesn't love at all, he still hopes that she can completely forget him after becoming Emperor Dayou's favorite concubine;

and also--

Linxi who stayed with him for the rest of his life but buried his bones in the sand; Yan Lin who kept his faith but was betrayed by his own son; Ji Ci who swore to be loyal to him and finally obeyed his heart...

And... her.

That person, in fact, in this year, he thought of her very little time, but it was not because of forgetting, but because of fear.

Although he had countless opportunities to escape these killings and battles, to return to the pass, to go south, to travel all over the world to find her, but he didn't, he knew he couldn't, so he simply didn't want to.

Now, those beliefs that made him persist have been shattered, and he can finally recklessly let the fire in the deepest part of his heart rekindle and start a prairie fire again.

Murong Yan, the only woman he ever married in this life, the only woman who wanted to give up the world for her - if he wasn't Shen Qianchi, if she wasn't Murong Yan, what would happen to them now?Will she travel around the world with a bridle as she wishes; will there be a lovely child calling them father and mother; the wine; will you join hands to watch the fish dancing, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers will fall on your head; will you raise your eyebrows and grow old together, will you...

Will it?Maybe, he closed his eyes gently, and smiled——

Sure... it will.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the pure white and cold snowflakes gradually submerged his heavy armor, his scarred hands and feet, and his face that was once astonishing.The world was in chaos, in the vast snow, far away, between the gaps swept by the wind and snow, there seemed to be a woman in red riding a white horse, with a smile as bright as the sun, she bent down towards him, stretched out her hand, and said with a smile:

"Shen Qianchi, let's go home."

(End of this chapter)