Chapter 61 Shengli

Xingchen felt that his strength was exhausted, and even his big breath was torn and his throat hurt. The cold air in late autumn poured into his throat like a live snake, making the fishy and sweet smell fade away. He was trembling all over, like a skinned lamb, lying on the ground and motionless.

The ghost warrior with a chain behind him slowly leaned over and pulled out a full moon-like machete around his waist to prepare to come forward to the madman. They have never seen such a terrible person, who has been penetrated through his shoulders, several visible blood mouths with bones all over his body, his hands are blurred, his nails have fallen off, and even grinded out white bones. But the madman's crazy demon and persistence make them feel that if they don't see him choking his breath with their own eyes will be their most terrible dream in the future. Hage.

A ghost warrior's voice trembled slightly: "Should he be dead? So seriously injured..."

"Supplement a knife and cut off your head. Like a madman, what if he suddenly jumps up again?

The motionless madman lying on the ground actually cried. The madman who killed three imperial forbidden army warriors was actually crying. His face was on the ground, and clear tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, mixed with the blood scab and dirt on his face. His eyes were clearly sad.

The imperial forbidden army warriors surrounded their horses, raised their heavy fights, and surrounded this bruised madman in the middle. Instead of saying that this madman is overpowerful and dares to crash into the royal car alone, it is better to say that they are afraid of this fierce madman. No matter who this person is, he has a rare blood, tenacity, persistence, and recklessness like a madman.

The loneliness frightened these strong warriors of the imperial forest.

"Kill, and the head will be presented to Your Highness. Go back to the queue, be vigilant, and stop going on business trips. A imperial forbidden army said gloomily.

The ghost warrior smiled ferociously and pulled the chain over. The chain barbed hooked the collarbone of the stars, and his body was pulled up, like the slaughtered and hanging pork in the city. The curved blade of the full moon machete was attached to the young man's slender and beautiful neck, waiting for a knife to swing and his head to fall to the ground.

"Sit--" A majestic voice sounded.

"Your Highness!" The imperial forbidden army and the ghost warriors knelt down and saluted one after another.

"Put him down, there is no need to kill him. This man is useful. You retreat." The second prince scolded in a low voice.

He squatted down, put his hand in front of Liang Xingchen's nose, and snorted coldly, "This won't die!"

"Tut, I misread it. I didn't expect you to do this. But I still can't help scolding you. What did you do earlier? Do you just remember now?" The second prince scolded. Yes, I have been looking at you to see how far you can hold on. I didn't expect you to fight for your life. Do you want to prove that you are not a coward? Ha ha, is that a little interesting?

Xingchen stretched out his hand with her nails, clenched the second prince's ankle, and said tremblingly, "Where's Ning Zheng?"

The second prince stood up and looked down condescendingly. His face covered the sun. The stars raised his face desperately and only saw that the resolute face like a knife and axe was thickly dark.

"If you have anything to say to her quickly, we have to hurry up." He left this coldly and turned to the carriage.

Ning was jumping out of the carriage with a happy face, but when her eyes fell on the motionless body lying in the middle of the road, her smile gradually froze. He stared at his brother and looked angrily: "You deliberately didn't stop them?"

"It's just a little pain to confirm his determination." The second prince shrugged his shoulders painlessly and didn't think so.

"Little pain?" The girl was furious and ran out like a stag.

The mackerel dance fairy wide-sleeved skirt swayed in the autumn wind, and she smelled the strong smell of blood in the air. Behind the boy was a trace of blood, with a huge barb nailed to his shoulder, a cold chain, and a knife edge all over his body, and blood surged like a spring. She can't imagine how Xingchen went all the way. With so many ruthless warriors guarding him, isn't he afraid of losing his life? Did you get such a serious injury just to stupidly come to see her for the last time?

She knelt down and wiped her knees beside Xingchen. She wanted to pick him up, but Xingchen's body was full of wounds, which made her unable to do it. She carefully wrapped her head around him, let him rest on her knees, and gently wiped off the blood stain on the boy's face with her sleeves.

"Stars, wake up, open your eyes and look at me!" Ning Zheng's voice was crying. She hated her brother's heart as hard as an iron stone. She hated that these warriors were too vicious and felt sorry for Xingchen's serious injury. How could she be willing to give up him, his persistence, his quiet figure, his gentle eyebrows, and the starry time spent in Shangji City? She doesn't want to leave at all!

The boy stretched out his hand tremblingly, like a leaf falling in the wind, gently put it on the top of the girl's head and gently stroked her hair. He killed people with a knife in his hands, but now he feels as if his hands are no longer his own.

His hand slowly fell again, and his bloody fingers stroked Ning Zheng's forehead. The girl felt the warmth of blood and the hardness of the skin rubbed by the white bones. She was afraid of blood, but she did not dodge. Xing Chen bent his fingers and gently wiped away her tears.

"Don't cry, Ning Zheng, won't I come here?" The sound of the stars is weak, like the faint sound of wind.

"I said at that time that when you leave, I will give you a gadget... Take it!" He groped for the sandalwood box with the ring from his arms and stuffed it into the girl's hand.

"Is this a ring?" Ning was opening the box and saw the exquisite and luxurious ring. Looking at the dazzling hot rose gold etched roses on it, as if it were burning. She put the ring on her ring finger, which fits perfectly with her finger.

Xingchen grinned and shook his left hand in front of her. "Look, this is a pair of rings. You will think of me when you see it - so do I, and I will think of you!"

"Don't cry, you don't look as good as laughing--"

Ning was stretching out his hand wearing the ring, clasped his ten fingers, and held it tightly, as if he was afraid that as soon as he let go, the people in front of him would disappear. She was in pain, but she still smiled, with tears in the corners of her eyes and a touching smile.

The star stroked her hair and smiled weakly and peacefully. The crazy madman was like a quiet child at this time, just smiling gently.

Many years later, the Emperor of the Dream Fan Empire recalled the gentlest time in his life. He walked side by side with his beloved girl on both sides. On both sides were towering and like majestic guardors of honor. They were like gods walking in the clouds. Sometimes Ning Zheng will hold his hand, but more often, Ning Zheng will jump in front of him, with a bright ponytail tied behind his head, and turn back from time to time to let him walk faster. They shuttle through the streets and alleys of the colorful Shangji City to find delicious and interesting food. When they see novel things, Ning Zheng will clap their hands and laugh, and sing songs for no reason. At this time, Xingchen always feels that he is having a long dream and will never wake up again.

Xingchen will desperately recall every bit with Ning. He is afraid of forgetting. He always looks at the sky and wonder if there has been such a moment. Ning Zheng also had such a gentle feeling for him, but he doesn't know. So he could only keep recalling the time when his fingers crossed Ning Zheng's hair, as if he had crossed the silky time. His fingers are too wide and the time is too thin. He can only witness what he once had in this brocade-like soft touch.

It's so silly. His head rests on Ning Zheng's knee and is surrounded by the magnolia-like smell on her body. After saying so many vague attachments and confessions, I still didn't understand, but I took hands and walked quietly on the brightly lit street.

He looked at his hand and felt that the brocade-like touch was still there, but a trace dissipated in the wind.

Ning was bending down and gently hugged him, like a butterfly flying across the sea, gently falling on the teenager. Her slender arms wrapped around him, and her white face rubbed against his earlobe. The breath of the stars was in her ear, itchy and warm. She hugged him like this, like an eternal reef.

As long as they are together, it is eternal.

However, the reality is still more cruel than blood.

"Your Highness, it's time to go!" The eunuch Guo Amon didn't know when he came to them, with a complicated look on his wrinkled face.

"I won't leave--" The girl's voice was stubborn.

"Your Highness, don't be stubborn and anger your majesty. It's not good for Your Highness and Mr. Xingchen!"

"Your Highness can feel at ease. Mr. Xingchen has you in his heart. Even if you are separated, you still miss him. Mr. Xingchen has a bloody courage and is a great success. There are old slaves around your majesty to buy time for Mr. Xingchen, and you still have a chance to be together!"

"Your Highness, think twice carefully. If you miss the deadline of returning to the imperial capital, these imperial warriors may be punished!"

"Your Highness..."

"Do you have to separate us?" Ning was raising his head, and his eyes were majestic for the first time.

The old eunuch couldn't help avoiding this cold look and dared not look directly. Separation now is for better together in the future, Your Highness, from a long-term plan!"

The old eunuch stretched out his hand, held the girl's arm, and gently pulled her up.

"Ning Zheng, let's go - wait for me in the imperial capital, and one day, I will go to the imperial palace to find you - this is my promise to you."

The girl stood up and sobbed.

"Let's go, Your Highness, let's go..." The old eunuch pulled her gently.

Ning was biting his lip, slowly retreating, and said, "Stars - don't make me wait for a long time - but I will always wait for you!"

After all, she turned around and left. The imperial family never did what they wanted and did whatever they wanted. It seemed to be glorious and rich, but it was much less self-owned than the people, and they couldn't even be calm with the people they liked.

All she can do is wait, leave a promise, leave a hope, and wait.

All the way back to the carriage, she did not look back. She put her fingers between her teeth, biting tightly, resisting the sadness in her heart, resisting the fog in her eyes, and resisting the impulse to turn back.

The ceremonial war continued to start, and the imperial forbidden army warriors with Huangfu's banner stigated the war horses. The golden and red flag rolled over like waves and went out of the city gate along Ziliang Street and disappeared among the mountains.

Star Qiang held his heavy head, watched the motorcade disappear from sight, and finally fell down heavily, and the last trace of strength was exhausted.

I had to accept the reality. Ning Zheng left. In the huge Shangji City, he was alone again.

Ning Zheng, when can we see each other again? Will we still hug each other when we see each other again?

Ning Zheng, you are engraved in my heart.

Now, let me fall into a deep sleep. Maybe we can meet in our dreams.

In a daze, Xingchen heard someone talking beside him.

"Stars, my brother is coming--"

He raised his heavy eyelids slightly and saw a man covered in a black robe standing in front of him in a low and gentle voice.