Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Ambush
In Hu Luguang's barracks.
In the past few days, Chang Gong has been taking care of Heng Jia in undressed clothes. He has lost weight and haggard, his face is dark, his eyes are slightly dark, and there are faint bloodshot eyes in his eyes. Even his moist and soft lips seem a little dry.
Heng Jia looked at her distressedly, but a narrow smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Chang Gong, you should go to rest earlier, otherwise, if this continues, others will think that you and I have a habit of breaking sleeves. "
Chang Gong raised his eyebrows to hide the embarrassment on his face, "I don't believe anyone dares to chew their tongues!" Then, she handed the medicine bowl in front of him, blew gently, and said in a low voice, "It's very It's almost ready to drink, but it's still a little hot."
Heng Jia nodded, and suddenly laughed softly as if thinking of something.
"What's wrong?" Chang Gong looked at him wonderingly.
He pursed his lips slightly, "Chang Gong, did you really say that at that time?"
Chang Gong's face turned red with a bang. At that time, he didn't know why he said Heng Jia, don't leave me alone so embarrassing. Well, now not only has he become the laughing stock of this fox, but even a few people with close relationships Good lieutenants all laughed very strangely.Could it be that she and Heng Jia were really separated.
"I'll answer you for the last time, without saying anything." She put the medicine bowl down angrily, "Drink it yourself!"
"Chang Gong..." He looked into her eyes tenderly, "I won't leave you alone, never. If it wasn't for your shout at that time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come back."
Chang Gong bit his lips lightly, remembering the moment when he almost thought he was going to be lost, it was just a recollection, and he still felt a little distressed and scared.
"Heng Jia, why, why did you take that remote path?" She hesitated for a while, but still asked the question that had troubled her for a long time.
Heng Jia avoided her gaze, was silent for a moment, and chuckled without a trace, "Because, I know you will definitely take that road. Yu Wenyong is a complicated person, and he will definitely think that I will change to avoid being hunted down." Xiaolu, he will never think that I will take the big road, then he will only send people to take the small road to intercept."
Chang Gong froze there, no wonder, no wonder she came all the way so smoothly, it turned out that Heng Jia led the enemies to the path...
"But you don't have to thank me, we're good brothers." He emphasized the words good brothers.
She opened her mouth, "Hang Jia, I..." Heng Jia, I -- I don't regard you as a good brother anymore.This sentence rolled in his throat several times, but he still didn't say it.
"You've taken care of me these few days, so we're even." He said reluctantly.
"No—" She glared at him slightly annoyed, isn't he a fox?Could it be that after sharing life and death like this, doesn't he understand her mind?
"Hang Jia, I, I don't treat you as a brother anymore, I, I treat you..." After all, she was so thin-faced, the word "like" almost melted in her throat, and said falteringly, "Actually, I am to you, I am to you..."
Heng Jia frowned slightly, as if he was suppressing the pain in his heart, "Chang Gong, I don't need sympathy, it will only make each other more painful."
Chang Gong blushed and shook his head quickly, "No...it's not sympathy..."
"If it's not sympathy, then what is it? Chang Gong, I don't need you to pity me. I don't need you to thank me with lies."
"It's not sympathy, I, I... Heng Jia, do you know that, these past few days, I have been thinking about every bit of being with you. I—"
"Chang Gong, don't lie to me anymore, I really - don't need sympathy," his expression became even darker.
"It's not sympathy!" Chang Gong also became a little annoyed, "If you don't believe me, I can prove it to you." After finishing speaking, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and her slightly red eyes looked at Heng Jia's cheeks, Then, as if mustering up all the courage, she attached herself to her lower body and kissed her gently.
At this moment, she saw Heng Jia's cunning smile like a fox, and a thought flashed in her head: I was fooled again!Before her lips touched his cheek, he had already grabbed her collar, pulled it lightly towards him, and quickly caught her lips.
His kiss was as soft as a warm feather, he kissed so delicately, so tenderly, so carefully, as if he wanted to explore and understand every tiny line on her lips, with deep love and affection, he kept circling around her lips .
The breath is entangled, the lips and tongue are entangled, and the hair is entangled.
Long, long, long, long kisses.
The sky that kissed until noon seemed to darken.
Kiss until it seems that there are only two people left in this world.
For a moment, the world was silent.
The moonlight poured down like water, and in the silent barracks, there was only their quiet kiss.
The night is still quiet, the wind is still cold.
The sun and the moon are constant, and life is like a dream.
No matter how deep the scar is, as long as there is someone you love by your side, maybe there will be a day of healing.
Unconsciously, half a month has passed, Heng Jia's injury has stabilized, and Chang Gong's leg injury is also recovering quickly.Yu Wenyong, who was stationed in Yiyang, seemed to have no movement, while Hu Luguang and Wei Xiaokuan had been in a state of confrontation all the time, because both sides were very strong and could be regarded as peerless military geniuses, so they did not do everything well. No one wants to act rashly before the preparation. But now the disastrous defeat in the battle of Yiyang forced Hu Luguang to change his original plan.Because of Zhou Jun's big victory, Wei Xiaokuan also felt relaxed here, because according to normal thinking, the opponent must need time to adjust and recover, and it is even more impossible to act rashly.But Hu Luguang acted decisively and did the opposite, and ordered to attack the Zhou army at this time, killing Wei Xiaokuan by surprise! When Wei Xiaokuan was defeated, Yu Wenyong immediately sent Yu Wenxian to lead troops to reinforce him, but he just fell into the ambush circle guarded by Chang Gong. Still the same cloudy weather. On the black land under the dark clouds, blood fell like flowers.The battlefield is filled with all kinds of sounds, crying, mourning, the sound of bones being cut, and the groans of blood clots blocking the throat... The banner with the words "Lanling King Gao" flying high, and Chang Gong, who was riding a horse and directing the army to charge around, brandished his sharp sword vigorously. Although the sword in his hand was cold, the blood splashed on his face was extremely hot. She felt With the abnormal drop in temperature, ignoring the number of oncoming enemies, he ended their lives one by one with the sword in his hand. The sharp sword seemed to be mad and refused to stop.The enemy's screams and the blunt sound of the clash of swords pierced her eardrums, and the sky and the earth seemed to be stained with a dark red of enchanting blood.Her black hair fluttered in the wind along with the blood flowers, dancing the strange and gorgeous dance of the god of death. The smell of killing blood confused people, and all they could see were the ghosts of hell.The scattered lives are like snowflakes falling into the palm, melting instantly. I don't know how long it took, but this tragic battle finally came to an end. At dusk at this time, the evening eyes that return to the light appear, and the setting sun is behind the clouds and cannot be seen. The entire sky was a spotless dark red. The whole world was dead silent, not even the sound of the wind blowing. At a glance, you can see the flag with the word Shuai broken and trampled, the chariot turned over and tilted, the dead horse lying on the ground, and blood flowing... After the war, only the corpses of the soldiers on both sides were seen, in the wilderness, with arrows pierced by knives. Chang Gong was walking on the battlefield where corpses were strewn across the field, his head was in pain, his feet either kicked this head, or stepped on someone's broken finger. "My lord, what should we do with these prisoners of the Zhou Kingdom?" the lieutenant general pointed at the hundreds of Zhou soldiers who had been disarmed. Chang Gong looked at her soldiers, and from everyone's expectant eyes, she felt strong hatred and killing intent.The cruel scene in Yiyang City has always been deeply imprinted in their minds. She knew that killing surrender was inauspicious, but she suddenly felt the need to get rid of them in time.First of all, killing these Zhou soldiers can boost morale and relieve the grief of seeing their comrades beheaded in Yiyang City; secondly, taking these Zhou soldiers back will not only consume a lot of food, but also waste marching time to guard them. Chang Gong glanced at those Zhou soldiers calmly, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.These Zhou people, apart from the difference in military uniform and Qi army, don't they look the same as Qi people?Like Qi Jun, they have hometowns, friends, and relatives waiting for them to go home. There was complete silence all around.All the soldiers and generals looked at her, waiting for her order. The north is whining, and the air is full of sadness. "Kill them." She ordered softly but clearly.At this moment, she suddenly felt extremely tired. Tired began to hate this kind of life. The wind suddenly became very strong, very strong, a hazy illusion, like countless pale faces floating in the dark blue sky, bleeding when laughing, tears when crying. This battle ended with a complete victory for the Qi army.The defeat of Wei Xiaokuan and Yu Wenxian forced Yu Wenyong's plan to be shelved.In addition, he had been away from Chang'an for a long time, and in desperation, he had no choice but to retreat temporarily and return to Chang'an. The news of the victory reached Yecheng, and the emperor quickly issued an imperial decree, telling them to return to Yecheng immediately.
In March, the weather was cold and warm, and the misty rain was lingering.The peach blossoms in Yecheng are in full bloom this year, as if preparing for a grand banquet.The branches of the peach tree stretch out gracefully. After the rain moistens, the flower branches hang down and are covered with a layer of pink petals. They are a bit sad and cannot withstand the wind.The flower branches are dotted with youth, all blooming recklessly, revealing radiant colors. A few years later, when she set foot on this familiar land again, looking at the familiar scenery and listening to the familiar dialect, she suddenly felt a sober pain, which gradually rose from the bottom of her heart, making her life uncomfortable.She seemed to have locked up all her memories, she didn't want to think about it, and she didn't dare to think about it.I'm afraid that if she thinks about it again, she will——completely collapse. Go straight from here, turn three corners, and cross two alleys to reach your original home.But that high mansion will never belong to her anymore. Suddenly, she heard Heng Jia's voice, "Chang Gong, after seeing the emperor, we will return to Mobei." She nodded, her heart seemed to be dipped in some warm water, and it softened a little bit. He will always be by her side and will never leave. As long as it is him, then she will feel warm. As long as it is him, then she will continue to smile. Who is doing everything to protect themselves again and again? Who can forgive her all the mistakes again and again? Who can be willing to give everything for himself and still have no complaints even knowing that the result will not be returned? Besides Uncle Jiu, it turned out——he was there. Hu Luguang rode behind them, watching the two young men with complicated eyes, as if he was thinking about something. When the group came to the palace, they heard the sound of killing outside the palace gate, accompanied by screams and the sound of weapons being handed over.A few people thought that something happened in the palace, and when they hurried in, they saw a scene that surprised them. I saw that many imitation cities were built in the palace, and many guards in black were imitating the enemy attacking the city, but the emperor himself shot and killed the "invading" "enemies" on the city with real bows and arrows. Who would dare to dodge the arrow shot by the emperor?So almost every shot was accurate, and not long after, there were already many dead or injured guards lying under the city wall. There were two other ministers beside the emperor, who lost no time in praising the emperor's archery skills.These two people are naturally the two courtiers who have been favored by the emperor recently in the legend——Han Changluan and Mu Dipo. "It's outrageous." Hu Luguang's face had turned ashen, but he tried his best to restrain his anger. Chang Gong also felt angry, does the emperor know what he is doing?This can also be used for fun!But when she saw the emperor's brown eyes that were exactly the same as Uncle Jiu's, she felt a little more sentimental... If Uncle Jiu knew that Ren Gang was messing around like this, he would be very sad. Gao Wei also saw them on the city wall, wiped his sweat and walked down in a hurry, and said happily to them, "General Hulu, your father and son are the pillars of my great Qi, this time I must reward you well." you!" Mu Tipo beside him also took the opportunity to say a few good things about Hu Luguang, but Hu Luguang just snorted coldly at him and said coldly, "I should serve the country, but if the emperor can Better stay away from these villains." As soon as his words fell, the faces of the two ministers became ugly. Heng Jia coughed lightly, motioning for his father to stop talking. Perhaps it was because of these persuasions, so Gao Wei didn't take it seriously, his eyes turned and fell on Chang Gong, his expression seemed to change slightly for a moment, and he blurted out, "Brother Chang Gong..." Chang Gong hurriedly took a step back, "I dare not be a minister." Gao Wei said as if remembering something, "By the way, since you're back this time, don't go back to Mobei. And Hengjia too, you are all staying in Yecheng, and I feel at ease." Chang Gong's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously glanced at Heng Jia, only to see that his smile seemed to falter slightly. "Prince Lanling, you have always been loyal to the late emperor. I have heard that you even dared to disobey the emperor's military order in the battle of Jinyang. You will be as loyal to me as you were to the late emperor, Prince Lanling." Gao Gao Wei narrowed his eyes. Chang Gong stared intently at those pair of brown eyes, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart. These are exactly the same eyes as Uncle Jiu's. This is Uncle Jiu's child, and this child inherits Uncle Jiu's legacy... The words that had been hidden for a long time sounded in her mind, "Uncle Jiu, I will protect this country for you." Thinking of this, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, "Your Majesty, I will do my best to serve the Emperor." Although Uncle Jiu is gone, she still has to keep her promise.Even if the emperor's actions are not satisfactory, she will still defend the country for him with all her might. "That would be great!" Gao Wei laughed happily. After meeting the emperor, Hu Luguang said that he would take Heng Jia to visit an old friend, and asked Chang Gong to go back to Hu Lufu by himself.At this moment, Chang Gong saw a familiar figure at the corner of the garden. Looking carefully, it turned out to be Uncle Jiu's personal servant Wang Ge. Wang Ge stepped forward, congratulated them a few words, and said to Chang Gong in a low voice, "My lord, the late emperor left one thing before his death, I think it's better to give it to the lord." He paused and said, "Please come here, my lord." Chang Gong nodded, looked up at Heng Jia, the eyes of the two met in the air, Chang Gong felt that there seemed to be a trace of worry in Heng Jia's eyes. The peach trees in the imperial garden are in full bloom at this moment, like a canopy flowing with clouds, very beautiful.Not long after Chang Gong followed Wang Ge, he suddenly felt his heart beating wildly. Isn't this road, this road leading to Uncle Jiu's Zhaoyang Palace? "The servant of the king..." She had just said a few words before Wang Ge turned around, "My lord, the things are in the Zhaoyang Palace." She nodded stiffly, but still followed. There seems to be no change in Zhaoyang Hall, and all the furnishings are the same as before. Those bits and pieces of memories, like the sorrow that has no place to hide in the deep sea, made her have to, had to breathe as hard as possible, so as not to be suppressed by it at a certain moment, and then—suffocate... "My lord, that's what it is." Wang Ge carefully took out something from the room and handed it to her. When she saw something like that, great sadness ran over her empty heart like a wheel.In that empty place, some kind of sour vines quickly spread out, entangled her heart tightly. The empty eyes were suddenly filled with sadness. It was the little tiger sachet... It was the little tiger sachet he bought for her and she returned to him... "My lord, when the late emperor was alive, he often looked at this sachet and said to himself, this sachet must be very important to the late emperor. So..." "Why did you know to give it to me..." Wang Ge hesitated, "Master He asked me to hand it over to you." Chang Gong's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he squeezed the sachet tightly with all his strength. "I accept it. I will take good care of this sachet." At night, the clouds were in the sky, covering the crescent moon and the sky full of stars. In the dim and uncertain candlelight, Chang Gong clutched the sachet and lay down, vaguely had a long, long dream haunting her, making her unable to feel peaceful even in her sleep.That dream was like a dagger, piercing into her chest bit by bit, but not deep, it only carved slowly along her bones, as if a piece of satin was torn, the pain was slight but unforgettable.Finally, wake her up.She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, opened the window, and went to the window to blow the cold wind for a while to wake up.The moon has already poked out from behind the clouds at some point, and sprinkled a piece of silver faintly. Heng Jia, who came over with a tea bowl, saw such a scene when he came in. Chang Gong, who was climbing on the window sill, was lost in thought, the hair covering his forehead was blown by the still cold wind, and his white skin was blown The moonlight shone almost transparently, revealing a bit of restless haggardness and sadness.The silvery moonlight poured down from the branches and flowed over her pointed chin, making her pale and distressing. His heart trembled, and the teacup placed beside him touched the hard table, making a small crisp sound. Chang Gong seemed to be shocked by the sound and broke out of his thoughts, and slowly raised his eyes to look at the teacup. Looking at him, his face was undisguisedly lonely and fragile. "Seeing that your room is still on, I know you can't sleep." Heng Jia smiled, "Why, aren't you used to sleeping on my bed? This is not good, you have to get used to it earlier." "What..." Chang Gong blushed slightly, "Fox, you are talking nonsense again." "Then tell me, what's wrong with you today? I don't know you yet? You must have something on your mind to sleep well." As he spoke, his eyes fell on the sachet in Chang Gong's hand. "I, it's nothing." She quickly pulled out a smile and changed the subject, "By the way, I won't go back to Mobei now, and I will continue to disturb you until I choose a new residence." "Then I hope that you will never be able to choose a suitable mansion." Heng Jia stared into her eyes with a smile, "Wouldn't it be nice to live with me here? Anyway, it's not like I haven't slept together before..." "Hey, you're here again. What's the matter!" Chang Gong interrupted him in embarrassment and annoyance. "Oh? It's not the same, so why don't you tell me what's different?" He was squinting at her with a playful smile on his lips, "Fox... be careful that I will eat your house poor and then take advantage of you If you don't pay attention, take all your good clothes and give them to beggars..." She rolled her eyes. "It doesn't matter, anyway, everything I own belongs to you. You can dispose of it as you like." Unexpectedly, seeing Chang Gong's face flushed even more, he smiled softly, and his expression became extremely gentle, "Chang Gong, whether it is joy Pleasure, or unchanging feelings... Everything that belongs to me, Huluhenga, can belong to you. However, I am a selfish and stingy man. If I want to get these, I have to exchange everything from you. Use everything you have to exchange everything I have, including your sadness, your distress and your troubles, if you still agree... then take everything from me. Just, you have to use everything to make up for it." Chang Gong's heart trembled, and he looked up at him, his eyes were not particularly dazzling under the moonlight, but they were so bright, as if they had penetrated the darkness and passed through hell, but they were firmly shining down from so far away; It is flickering, but flowing with faint splendor, exuding soft warmth, so warm, it has been warming into people's hearts, so warm that people seem to melt into it. "Hmm..." Her nose was sour, and she couldn't help but grabbed his hand. He held the soft tenderness in his hand back, and said softly, "Chang Gong, this is an agreement... an agreement that can never be changed." Promise, two words, one word, will not be dimmed by the brilliance of the morning sun, will not be dimmed by the residual red of the setting sun, and will not fade away with the passing of days. Between the past and the future, the attributive word of the agreement is—forever. In the cold age of wanting to speak, there is no intense love language.Under the moonlight, once we join hands, we will make a promise for a lifetime.From then on, it is a lifetime.
Unconsciously, half a month has passed, Heng Jia's injury has stabilized, and Chang Gong's leg injury is also recovering quickly.Yu Wenyong, who was stationed in Yiyang, seemed to have no movement, while Hu Luguang and Wei Xiaokuan had been in a state of confrontation all the time, because both sides were very strong and could be regarded as peerless military geniuses, so they did not do everything well. No one wants to act rashly before the preparation. But now the disastrous defeat in the battle of Yiyang forced Hu Luguang to change his original plan.Because of Zhou Jun's big victory, Wei Xiaokuan also felt relaxed here, because according to normal thinking, the opponent must need time to adjust and recover, and it is even more impossible to act rashly.But Hu Luguang acted decisively and did the opposite, and ordered to attack the Zhou army at this time, killing Wei Xiaokuan by surprise! When Wei Xiaokuan was defeated, Yu Wenyong immediately sent Yu Wenxian to lead troops to reinforce him, but he just fell into the ambush circle guarded by Chang Gong. Still the same cloudy weather. On the black land under the dark clouds, blood fell like flowers.The battlefield is filled with all kinds of sounds, crying, mourning, the sound of bones being cut, and the groans of blood clots blocking the throat... The banner with the words "Lanling King Gao" flying high, and Chang Gong, who was riding a horse and directing the army to charge around, brandished his sharp sword vigorously. Although the sword in his hand was cold, the blood splashed on his face was extremely hot. She felt With the abnormal drop in temperature, ignoring the number of oncoming enemies, he ended their lives one by one with the sword in his hand. The sharp sword seemed to be mad and refused to stop.The enemy's screams and the blunt sound of the clash of swords pierced her eardrums, and the sky and the earth seemed to be stained with a dark red of enchanting blood.Her black hair fluttered in the wind along with the blood flowers, dancing the strange and gorgeous dance of the god of death. The smell of killing blood confused people, and all they could see were the ghosts of hell.The scattered lives are like snowflakes falling into the palm, melting instantly. I don't know how long it took, but this tragic battle finally came to an end. At dusk at this time, the evening eyes that return to the light appear, and the setting sun is behind the clouds and cannot be seen. The entire sky was a spotless dark red. The whole world was dead silent, not even the sound of the wind blowing. At a glance, you can see the flag with the word Shuai broken and trampled, the chariot turned over and tilted, the dead horse lying on the ground, and blood flowing... After the war, only the corpses of the soldiers on both sides were seen, in the wilderness, with arrows pierced by knives. Chang Gong was walking on the battlefield where corpses were strewn across the field, his head was in pain, his feet either kicked this head, or stepped on someone's broken finger. "My lord, what should we do with these prisoners of the Zhou Kingdom?" the lieutenant general pointed at the hundreds of Zhou soldiers who had been disarmed. Chang Gong looked at her soldiers, and from everyone's expectant eyes, she felt strong hatred and killing intent.The cruel scene in Yiyang City has always been deeply imprinted in their minds. She knew that killing surrender was inauspicious, but she suddenly felt the need to get rid of them in time.First of all, killing these Zhou soldiers can boost morale and relieve the grief of seeing their comrades beheaded in Yiyang City; secondly, taking these Zhou soldiers back will not only consume a lot of food, but also waste marching time to guard them. Chang Gong glanced at those Zhou soldiers calmly, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.These Zhou people, apart from the difference in military uniform and Qi army, don't they look the same as Qi people?Like Qi Jun, they have hometowns, friends, and relatives waiting for them to go home. There was complete silence all around.All the soldiers and generals looked at her, waiting for her order. The north is whining, and the air is full of sadness. "Kill them." She ordered softly but clearly.At this moment, she suddenly felt extremely tired. Tired began to hate this kind of life. The wind suddenly became very strong, very strong, a hazy illusion, like countless pale faces floating in the dark blue sky, bleeding when laughing, tears when crying. This battle ended with a complete victory for the Qi army.The defeat of Wei Xiaokuan and Yu Wenxian forced Yu Wenyong's plan to be shelved.In addition, he had been away from Chang'an for a long time, and in desperation, he had no choice but to retreat temporarily and return to Chang'an. The news of the victory reached Yecheng, and the emperor quickly issued an imperial decree, telling them to return to Yecheng immediately.
In March, the weather was cold and warm, and the misty rain was lingering.The peach blossoms in Yecheng are in full bloom this year, as if preparing for a grand banquet.The branches of the peach tree stretch out gracefully. After the rain moistens, the flower branches hang down and are covered with a layer of pink petals. They are a bit sad and cannot withstand the wind.The flower branches are dotted with youth, all blooming recklessly, revealing radiant colors. A few years later, when she set foot on this familiar land again, looking at the familiar scenery and listening to the familiar dialect, she suddenly felt a sober pain, which gradually rose from the bottom of her heart, making her life uncomfortable.She seemed to have locked up all her memories, she didn't want to think about it, and she didn't dare to think about it.I'm afraid that if she thinks about it again, she will——completely collapse. Go straight from here, turn three corners, and cross two alleys to reach your original home.But that high mansion will never belong to her anymore. Suddenly, she heard Heng Jia's voice, "Chang Gong, after seeing the emperor, we will return to Mobei." She nodded, her heart seemed to be dipped in some warm water, and it softened a little bit. He will always be by her side and will never leave. As long as it is him, then she will feel warm. As long as it is him, then she will continue to smile. Who is doing everything to protect themselves again and again? Who can forgive her all the mistakes again and again? Who can be willing to give everything for himself and still have no complaints even knowing that the result will not be returned? Besides Uncle Jiu, it turned out——he was there. Hu Luguang rode behind them, watching the two young men with complicated eyes, as if he was thinking about something. When the group came to the palace, they heard the sound of killing outside the palace gate, accompanied by screams and the sound of weapons being handed over.A few people thought that something happened in the palace, and when they hurried in, they saw a scene that surprised them. I saw that many imitation cities were built in the palace, and many guards in black were imitating the enemy attacking the city, but the emperor himself shot and killed the "invading" "enemies" on the city with real bows and arrows. Who would dare to dodge the arrow shot by the emperor?So almost every shot was accurate, and not long after, there were already many dead or injured guards lying under the city wall. There were two other ministers beside the emperor, who lost no time in praising the emperor's archery skills.These two people are naturally the two courtiers who have been favored by the emperor recently in the legend——Han Changluan and Mu Dipo. "It's outrageous." Hu Luguang's face had turned ashen, but he tried his best to restrain his anger. Chang Gong also felt angry, does the emperor know what he is doing?This can also be used for fun!But when she saw the emperor's brown eyes that were exactly the same as Uncle Jiu's, she felt a little more sentimental... If Uncle Jiu knew that Ren Gang was messing around like this, he would be very sad. Gao Wei also saw them on the city wall, wiped his sweat and walked down in a hurry, and said happily to them, "General Hulu, your father and son are the pillars of my great Qi, this time I must reward you well." you!" Mu Tipo beside him also took the opportunity to say a few good things about Hu Luguang, but Hu Luguang just snorted coldly at him and said coldly, "I should serve the country, but if the emperor can Better stay away from these villains." As soon as his words fell, the faces of the two ministers became ugly. Heng Jia coughed lightly, motioning for his father to stop talking. Perhaps it was because of these persuasions, so Gao Wei didn't take it seriously, his eyes turned and fell on Chang Gong, his expression seemed to change slightly for a moment, and he blurted out, "Brother Chang Gong..." Chang Gong hurriedly took a step back, "I dare not be a minister." Gao Wei said as if remembering something, "By the way, since you're back this time, don't go back to Mobei. And Hengjia too, you are all staying in Yecheng, and I feel at ease." Chang Gong's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously glanced at Heng Jia, only to see that his smile seemed to falter slightly. "Prince Lanling, you have always been loyal to the late emperor. I have heard that you even dared to disobey the emperor's military order in the battle of Jinyang. You will be as loyal to me as you were to the late emperor, Prince Lanling." Gao Gao Wei narrowed his eyes. Chang Gong stared intently at those pair of brown eyes, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart. These are exactly the same eyes as Uncle Jiu's. This is Uncle Jiu's child, and this child inherits Uncle Jiu's legacy... The words that had been hidden for a long time sounded in her mind, "Uncle Jiu, I will protect this country for you." Thinking of this, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, "Your Majesty, I will do my best to serve the Emperor." Although Uncle Jiu is gone, she still has to keep her promise.Even if the emperor's actions are not satisfactory, she will still defend the country for him with all her might. "That would be great!" Gao Wei laughed happily. After meeting the emperor, Hu Luguang said that he would take Heng Jia to visit an old friend, and asked Chang Gong to go back to Hu Lufu by himself.At this moment, Chang Gong saw a familiar figure at the corner of the garden. Looking carefully, it turned out to be Uncle Jiu's personal servant Wang Ge. Wang Ge stepped forward, congratulated them a few words, and said to Chang Gong in a low voice, "My lord, the late emperor left one thing before his death, I think it's better to give it to the lord." He paused and said, "Please come here, my lord." Chang Gong nodded, looked up at Heng Jia, the eyes of the two met in the air, Chang Gong felt that there seemed to be a trace of worry in Heng Jia's eyes. The peach trees in the imperial garden are in full bloom at this moment, like a canopy flowing with clouds, very beautiful.Not long after Chang Gong followed Wang Ge, he suddenly felt his heart beating wildly. Isn't this road, this road leading to Uncle Jiu's Zhaoyang Palace? "The servant of the king..." She had just said a few words before Wang Ge turned around, "My lord, the things are in the Zhaoyang Palace." She nodded stiffly, but still followed. There seems to be no change in Zhaoyang Hall, and all the furnishings are the same as before. Those bits and pieces of memories, like the sorrow that has no place to hide in the deep sea, made her have to, had to breathe as hard as possible, so as not to be suppressed by it at a certain moment, and then—suffocate... "My lord, that's what it is." Wang Ge carefully took out something from the room and handed it to her. When she saw something like that, great sadness ran over her empty heart like a wheel.In that empty place, some kind of sour vines quickly spread out, entangled her heart tightly. The empty eyes were suddenly filled with sadness. It was the little tiger sachet... It was the little tiger sachet he bought for her and she returned to him... "My lord, when the late emperor was alive, he often looked at this sachet and said to himself, this sachet must be very important to the late emperor. So..." "Why did you know to give it to me..." Wang Ge hesitated, "Master He asked me to hand it over to you." Chang Gong's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he squeezed the sachet tightly with all his strength. "I accept it. I will take good care of this sachet." At night, the clouds were in the sky, covering the crescent moon and the sky full of stars. In the dim and uncertain candlelight, Chang Gong clutched the sachet and lay down, vaguely had a long, long dream haunting her, making her unable to feel peaceful even in her sleep.That dream was like a dagger, piercing into her chest bit by bit, but not deep, it only carved slowly along her bones, as if a piece of satin was torn, the pain was slight but unforgettable.Finally, wake her up.She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, opened the window, and went to the window to blow the cold wind for a while to wake up.The moon has already poked out from behind the clouds at some point, and sprinkled a piece of silver faintly. Heng Jia, who came over with a tea bowl, saw such a scene when he came in. Chang Gong, who was climbing on the window sill, was lost in thought, the hair covering his forehead was blown by the still cold wind, and his white skin was blown The moonlight shone almost transparently, revealing a bit of restless haggardness and sadness.The silvery moonlight poured down from the branches and flowed over her pointed chin, making her pale and distressing. His heart trembled, and the teacup placed beside him touched the hard table, making a small crisp sound. Chang Gong seemed to be shocked by the sound and broke out of his thoughts, and slowly raised his eyes to look at the teacup. Looking at him, his face was undisguisedly lonely and fragile. "Seeing that your room is still on, I know you can't sleep." Heng Jia smiled, "Why, aren't you used to sleeping on my bed? This is not good, you have to get used to it earlier." "What..." Chang Gong blushed slightly, "Fox, you are talking nonsense again." "Then tell me, what's wrong with you today? I don't know you yet? You must have something on your mind to sleep well." As he spoke, his eyes fell on the sachet in Chang Gong's hand. "I, it's nothing." She quickly pulled out a smile and changed the subject, "By the way, I won't go back to Mobei now, and I will continue to disturb you until I choose a new residence." "Then I hope that you will never be able to choose a suitable mansion." Heng Jia stared into her eyes with a smile, "Wouldn't it be nice to live with me here? Anyway, it's not like I haven't slept together before..." "Hey, you're here again. What's the matter!" Chang Gong interrupted him in embarrassment and annoyance. "Oh? It's not the same, so why don't you tell me what's different?" He was squinting at her with a playful smile on his lips, "Fox... be careful that I will eat your house poor and then take advantage of you If you don't pay attention, take all your good clothes and give them to beggars..." She rolled her eyes. "It doesn't matter, anyway, everything I own belongs to you. You can dispose of it as you like." Unexpectedly, seeing Chang Gong's face flushed even more, he smiled softly, and his expression became extremely gentle, "Chang Gong, whether it is joy Pleasure, or unchanging feelings... Everything that belongs to me, Huluhenga, can belong to you. However, I am a selfish and stingy man. If I want to get these, I have to exchange everything from you. Use everything you have to exchange everything I have, including your sadness, your distress and your troubles, if you still agree... then take everything from me. Just, you have to use everything to make up for it." Chang Gong's heart trembled, and he looked up at him, his eyes were not particularly dazzling under the moonlight, but they were so bright, as if they had penetrated the darkness and passed through hell, but they were firmly shining down from so far away; It is flickering, but flowing with faint splendor, exuding soft warmth, so warm, it has been warming into people's hearts, so warm that people seem to melt into it. "Hmm..." Her nose was sour, and she couldn't help but grabbed his hand. He held the soft tenderness in his hand back, and said softly, "Chang Gong, this is an agreement... an agreement that can never be changed." Promise, two words, one word, will not be dimmed by the brilliance of the morning sun, will not be dimmed by the residual red of the setting sun, and will not fade away with the passing of days. Between the past and the future, the attributive word of the agreement is—forever. In the cold age of wanting to speak, there is no intense love language.Under the moonlight, once we join hands, we will make a promise for a lifetime.From then on, it is a lifetime.