Chapter 47 Chapter Forty-seven

Ripple Lake mouth. Here is the narrowest section in the middle of the gourd-shaped Yihu Lake. The 200-step long dike connects the east city and the west city of Zeyi. At this time, all the remaining troops of the Jiang army gathered here, and all the boats in Zeyi were burned to the ground, and they swore to fight to the death! On the water surface on both sides of the long embankment, the wreckage of the boat is still burning fiercely, reflecting the embankment into a fiery hell. There is no need for military drums, command flags, art of war and strategy anymore, just rush to face the enemy on the opposite side, and slash and kill with all your might!When the spear is broken, use the sword; when the sword flies, use the hand;

The entire embankment was splashed with blood, and then covered with corpses. Every time a cold light flew out, blood gushed out, and the stumps flew away. People are no longer people, but bloody eyes. The wild beast, either you die, or I die! kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!kill! In the battle group, the most conspicuous thing was the magic sword, which danced in a circle and formed an array. No one dared to respond to its sharpness. The purple light on the sword, with the dancing of the sword, was connected into strands of ribbons, like The soul-stimulating spell from the underworld, captivating the soul.

Behind the magic sword is a black and heavy sword, chopping, chopping, chopping, stabbing, calm and powerful, with undisturbed tricks, every time the sword is swung, an enemy will die. Corpses pile up higher and higher, Jiang Jun's and Yang Jun's, young and old, high-ranking and humble...all the corpses are mixed together, blood fused with blood, flesh sticks to flesh, bones rub against each other Bones, hair and skin are tired and pressed against each other, but they are indiscriminately close to each other.Living people, every step they take, they step on their flesh and blood, crushing and trampling these souls that hate each other and attacking each other into one, they can no longer be separated...

Mu Bie left. Yan Wei looked at Mu Bie's clothes under her, and thought, he listened to her advice, no longer bare-chested... Then she thought, the country of parents that Mu Bie talked about, Yang Guo and Jiang Guo, would be very important to her. , is the same.It seems...somewhat different...maybe, the child in his womb is the next Mu Xuanshi. Yan Wei turned her head to look at Zhu Meng in a daze, and asked, "Where are your parents now?" Zhumeng lowered her head: "The servant girl is from Zeyi, and her parents live in the west of the city." After speaking, a tear rolled down. The colorful satin shirt did not absorb water, and the tear just rolled on her blue skirt hanging like dew on a lotus leaf.

"West of the city..." Yan Wei pondered, isn't that near the Tianwei Gate, half of the city fell, presumably Zhumeng's home is already under the control of Yang Jun, is the second elder in that home safe? "When the hail stops at dawn, let's go out together! Go to your house, and I will keep the two elders safe." Yan Wei said, feeling sore in her heart, since she can't keep the nightshade, then, let's keep the woman in front of her!In this way, at least the jade pendant and ring in the neck are not wasted. "No! Princess!" Zhumeng raised her head, her face full of tears, "His Royal Highness told me to serve you and stay in the palace. He said that once the city is broken, there will be chaos outside. Even if there are generals to restrain them, those soldiers will Do everything, stay in the palace, but it will be safer."

Yan Wei understands what Zhumeng said. Even though she has never experienced national ruin, she has read history, heard stories, and sung songs... Whenever a siege is broken, there must be burning, killing, looting, large and small, The princes and nobles in the palace confinement may still be preserved, and those worthless people can only resign themselves to their fate... But, for their own safety, do they just do nothing and let the deaths happen one after another before their eyes?No matter what... just like what Mubie said, but if there is a glimmer of hope, you should try your best! Yan Wei smiled slightly and asked, "Don't you want to go and see if your parents are safe?"

Zhumeng lowered her head and cried: "I want to! This servant is thinking about everything, but... the duty of this servant is to keep the princess and the child in her womb safe!" Yan Wei smiled sadly: "At this moment, who can keep who safe... If you don't have a safe life, you won't be safe even in the palace, but if you have a safe life, maybe you can keep your family safe .” "Princess..." Zhumeng still wanted to persuade her, but Yan Wei stopped her words: "I am the master and you are the slave. For many days, I have listened to you. Just listen to me once."

After hearing this, Zhumeng couldn't hold back anymore, and began to cry. The gale, thunder and lightning, and hail were all there, and the world was so quiet that it was hard to believe that just outside the palace wall, there was a bloody battlefield.The entire palace confinement was like a baby who was tired from crying and fell asleep, shrouded in a wet mist.The pale morning mist is like a veil wrapping a wound, making people feel safe. In the sky, before dawn, in the shadowy outline of the palace, dots of red and dots of green suddenly flashed out from behind the wall, and the figure of walking swiftly step by step with the corner of the skirt was gradually clear in the morning mist.The red one is dressed in colorful satin with twigs, and the green one is a small ball of damask twisted. They are Yan Wei and Zhu Meng.

They didn't meet anyone along the way, and the palace gate was ahead. When they walked out of the palace wall surrounded by arms, they had to face the real war, which the two young women had never seen or imagined. Stepping down the last step, Yan Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and finally... walked out of here... Lifting the skirt, looking back at the many palaces behind her, it is an indescribable sadness and joy. When I came, I was looking forward to leaving every day, but when I left, I felt disappointed; when I came, I held my waist and limbs, but when I went, I had a big belly and staggered steps.The best years of life are gently uncovered here... Like the flower branches that have already grown green fruits, two or three withered petals, even if they struggle to climb on the branches, it is in vain.This season's flower event is over, even if there will be more flowers next year, it will be a different person and event, how can the word "desolation" describe this state of mind...

Jiang Guo, this ancient country that has lasted for hundreds of years, will also wither. The flowers wither and the branches are broken, and the autumn frost has secretly replaced the spring breeze. No one can keep it... Yan Wei was in a daze, and faintly felt the wind passing by her ears. "Be careful!" Zhumeng exclaimed. Yan Wei turned her head sharply, but saw a shield smashing towards her.I want to avoid it, but my feet are soft, I can't move, I can only wait for death with my eyes closed. A spear flew by in the slanting stab, holding the shield firmly. "You can't hurt her, the young master has an order that no woman in the forbidden palace is allowed to hurt!" It was a deep and deep man's voice, it sounded like the local accent of Huaidu!

When Yan Wei opened her eyes to look, there was a Yang Guo soldier in front of her, tall and strong, with broad and powerful arms, spots on her clothes, and blood stains everywhere that could no longer distinguish the colors. In the mist, it seemed as if it had come out of the ground, and the surroundings were densely packed with Yang Guo soldiers.Now that Yang Jun has already approached the gate of the palace, could it be... the water mouth of Yihu Lake has fallen?Then Longyang...is Longyang safe? Yan Wei was stunned for a moment, as if she couldn't believe what she saw. The soldiers holding the shields had already withdrawn their hands, and together with other soldiers of the Yang army, they poured into King Jiang's palace like a tide.And Yan Wei, Zhu Meng, and the spear-wielding Yang Guo soldiers stood there helplessly like a rock in the tide. Suddenly, a rain of arrows shot down, and Yang Jun's surging momentum was blocked.On the wall, there appeared a group of Jiang's servants, mostly in crimson clothes, occasionally in green clothes, each holding a bow, forming a line of defense.Seeing this, the Yang Guo soldier with the spear dodges, spreads his arms, and blocks in front of Yan Wei and Zhu Meng. "It's dangerous here, you two, come with me!" said the soldier in front of him, turning his head sideways. Yan Wei frowned, a little hesitant. The man said again: "I know you, you are Yan Wei." Yan Wei raised her eyebrows when she heard this: "How do you know me?!" The man pulled out a piece of jade from the skirt: "Do you recognize this?" It was a violet-colored jade butterfly, with its wings spread out, and there was a small hole on the tip of each wing. A silk rope was tied with a knot at both ends, and the jade was worn through the small hole.Why didn't Yan Wei recognize it? She saw the big one when she was young, and it was Lu Jin's protective jade. "Could it be that you are Lu Jin's husband-in-law?" Yan Wei was both surprised and delighted. The man nodded and helped Yan Wei up: "It's me, let's go! It's dangerous here!" "Princess be careful!" Zhu Meng screamed again, before Yan Wei could react, she was protected by that person.Yan Wei only felt the body of the person beside him tremble, and when she looked up, a feather arrow was stuck in his arm, and the blue-gray feathers were trembling. "Let's go!" the man roared, dragging Yan Wei forward. "Be careful! The princess is pregnant." Behind her was Zhumeng's voice, clear and charming. The three of them walked for a long distance, looking at the distance, they had almost reached the limit of the feather arrow's range, Yan Wei secretly calmed down, and also felt that the speed of the person beside her had slowed down a little. "Ah..." There was a soft exclamation from behind, it was Zhumeng! This voice is very familiar, on weekdays when Zhumeng was doing needlework, if she accidentally pricked her hand, she would scream softly like this, and then put her finger in her mouth and sucked it.This "ah" is the same as the many times I heard it before, the volume and tone are the same, it seems to be just a small injury, a pain as big as the tip of a needle, as long as the warm lips caress it, it will be gone... … Yan Wei turned around, but was shocked, and saw Zhumeng lying on the ground, with a feathered arrow sticking out of the back of her heart, the arrow penetrated very deep, only half of the arrow shaft was exposed.The blood instantly soaked a large area of ​​the green clothes, and the small white flowers formed by twisting have now turned into a dazzling blood red. Yan Wei only felt her scalp tense, and all the strength in her body seemed to be exhausted. She couldn't say a word, and couldn't take a step. She just watched helplessly as the hideous blood color rapidly expanded and expanded. The bigger it is... Zhumeng's shoulders, waist, and limbs are dyed red, and it seeps stickily into the green grass, like a big blood-colored flower blooming under Zhumeng's body... Zhumeng's calf twitched slightly After two clicks, it stopped moving...