087 Where is the love

"Prince...Your Highness..." As soon as the man saw Xue Xijian, he reacted to Shangguan Chen. He was so scared that he was as if he had seen a ghost.

"General Zhu, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm all right." Xue Xijian raised his eyebrows and smiled.

The general surnamed Zhu knelt down and couldn't help saving Rao: "Your Highness, everything that day was the voice of Shangguan Mo, which had nothing to do with the villain..."

"Don't dare to do it! Since you have the courage to collude with the old thief, why don't you dare to admit it? Xue Xijian sneered and said, "It's useless to keep you. It's better to send you to see the king of the den."

"Your Highness... If you kill me, you will... regret it."

"Regret? What else can I regret? Now that I'm alone, what are you afraid of doing? Xue Xijian was not wordy. The long sword was aimed at the chest of the general surnamed Zhu and penetrated his heart. The man's blood escaped from his lips and died immediately.

"Come on, take his head, Your Highness has another use." Xue Xijian said in a low voice.

In a war, blood and killing, like marching, are inevitable steps. Those soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time are used to it and do not even blink their eyes. Although Murong Xueyan and Xue Xijian have been born and died several times, they still can't bear to see a person die with their own eyes.

A soldier had been ordered to cut the head of the dead general. Xue Xijian suddenly thought of Murong Xueyan behind him and thoughtfully interrupted, "Go somewhere else to cut."

Most of the people in the army are old soldiers from the Yinshan Mountain. They all know Murong Xueyan's female identity and that she has a close relationship with Xue Xijian, so many people will smile.

On this day, everyone was in a good mood. It was exciting to capture the enemy's commander during the day. At this time, at night, another enemy general was killed. And for two things, Murong Xueyan has made great achievements.

An old general from Yinshan smiled and said, "Miss Murong is unparalleled in wisdom. She is a perfect match with our Highness."

"Yes, if your Highness is restored every day, he should make Miss Murong a concubine." Another person echoed.

Xue Xijian has always been kind to his subordinates, and everyone occasionally laughs in private. At this time, someone started and they rose up one after another.

Xue Xijian listened and just laughed it off, but Murong Xueyan was not happy.

The relationship with Xue Xijian seems to have gradually changed. When we first met, he thought she was a benefactor and a friend, and she just saved him and helped him out of kindness. She never thought that one day he would have other thoughts about her. Four years ago, when they met, she made him flutter. At that time, he was just out of an instinctive appreciation and obsession with "beauty". Four years later, things have gone wrong. He and she are not who they used to be. She thought that he should be more mature and could no longer devote himself to a hopeless relationship. Unexpectedly, he seems to have been in love with her for a long time...

But, how can it be? She already has Nangong Yi. She hates Nangong Yi, his betrayal, his shamelessness and ruthlessness. However, this extreme hatred is the source of lingering love. She tried her best to learn to forget and made herself too busy to think too much. However, in the dead of night, she would still miss him uncontrollably.

Murong Xueyan stood absent-mindedly. I don't know how long it took, and everyone left, leaving only she and Xue Xijian standing side by side outside the tent.

"Xueyan, thank you." Xue Xijian held her hand.

"Thank you, I said we were friends." Murong Xueyan pulled out her hand so naturally.

"Xueyan, in fact, I treat you..."

"Brother Xue, you are like my own brother to me. Now your first task is to fight against Shangguan traitors and run back to your own world. Everything else is not important. Murong Xueyan interrupted him lightly.

He woke up Xue Xijian with one word. He nodded, secretly blamed his recklessness, and remembered the old saying, "The Xiongnu is not destroyed, why do you think it's home?" He immediately smiled.

Seeing him like this, Murong Xueyan couldn't say anything more. She just whispered, "I'll help you make the bed." Immediately turned around and left.

Xue Xijian looked at her curling figure thoughtfully. Even if she used to be Princess Jing of the Northern Qi Dynasty, for him, she is still the best woman in the world. He felt that it was God's gift to meet Murong Xueyan. If he was lucky enough to appreciate her beauty four years ago, it was just an accidental opportunity; four years later, he found that her kindness and her intelligence made him feel that it was the inevitable arrangement of fate. If he has the ability in the future, he must hold on to her and be desperate...

2

In front of Murong Xueyan's tomb, the grass is sad.

Nangong Yi stood silently, and his white hair was blown wild by the wind.

She died, and his heart died together from then on. It seems that there is nothing worth caring about in the world. Therefore, he took the initiative to ask the emperor to garrison on the border of Northern Qi.

Tomorrow, he will rush to the eastern border of Northern Qi to take office. It is adjacent to the Eastern Wei Dynasty and no more than a thousand miles away from the capital.

Maybe, after leaving the sad place of the capital, he will slowly calm down and forget...

"Sueer, I'm leaving tomorrow. You can have a good rest here." He slowly raised the wine jar and smiled, "I respect you."

The warm wind was fragrant, and the flowers were fragrant, but another man came with a braided wreath in his hand.

Nan Gongyi only looked back and didn't care about the arrival of the man he had never met. The handsome man who looked similar to his age smiled and said, "When she was alive, you didn't cherish her well. Now that she is dead, what's the use of being sad in vain?"

What's the use...

Nangong Yi was full of sadness by him, and he did not refute it, but continued to stand. The man put the wreath in front of the grave, turned around and walked away.

It's Murong Xueyan's former friend... At the beginning, she invested in brothel and opened a winery, and she was also a good businessman. It was reasonable to make some friends.

"Xue'er, he's right. I was wrong." Nangong Yi's eyes slid down two lines of tears.

The man didn't shed tears, but he didn't feel sad.

Even if Yan Moyun chose to marry into the East Palace in accordance with the imperial edict, he knew that he would miss her all his life, and he was not so sad and helpless. This time, he shed tears for Murong Xueyan.

How many people do you have to fall in love with in your life? Who knows which one is the one that he really cares about? Some people don't know what they want all their lives, and some people don't know that they have fallen in love for a lifetime.

Maybe, between toss and turns, the love of a lifetime will be missed.

Nangong Yi is glad that in his lifetime, he can see his heart clearly and understand his true emotions.

"Xueer, I'm going to guard the border. In this life, we have no fate; in the next life, we will continue our fate. Nangong Yi looked up to the sky and smiled, hiding two drops of tears that were about to fall.

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The moon is like water, and the wind contains smoke. After making the bed, Murong Xueyan went out of the tent and stood under the night. Looking up at the starry sky, her mood fluttered and flew to the country thousands of miles away again.

Nangongyi, Nangongyi, Nangongyi... The whole world is full of his face, his smile, and his name.

How can I forget a person?

At this time, she really hopes to have a bowl of Meng Po soup. Let her forget and let her put it down. People, why are they so contradictory? She thought she could forget and put it down, but his shadow still linger in her heart more than once.

"Xue Yan." Xue Xijian's voice sounded from behind.

"Brother Xue." She didn't look back, she just dealt with it indifferently.

"You still can't forget him, can you?" He asked gently.

Forget... The world wants to forget, want to forget the people and things they want to forget. But... forget the words, the heart is dead, the heart is dead, can forget. It turned out that her heart for Nangong Yi was not dead yet...

All she can do is to press him and everything in a corner of her heart without touching it easily. And her heart has been closed for a long time, and she can no longer be emotional. No matter how good Xue Xijian is, he can't replace the person who used to be Canghai.

"Brother Xue, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight." Murong Xueyan smiled and said, "Why don't we worship as brothers and sisters? What do you think?"

"No." When Xue Xijian, who had always been gentle, refused her for the first time, "I don't agree."

"Why?" She looked back at him. His eyes were dark and deep, making it impossible for people to easily see what he was thinking.

"One day, you will understand." Xue Xijian didn't want to reveal more.

Why do you understand? Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty said that he was "rarely confused". For Xue Xijian, who she could not understand more and more, she would rather be "confused" - if she saw his heart clearly, she was afraid that she would hurt him.

She would rather they keep the status quo forever. There are some things that can be kept in mind all the time.

Murong Xueyan pondered for a long time and suddenly said, "Brother Xue, I guess Qin Huan's injury should be almost better. Maybe he will be against us tomorrow. Do you think he will obey you?"

"After Qin Huan was a loyal minister, his father Qin Zheng was a border general at the beginning. I think that if we meet before tomorrow, I will hang the head of Zhu Huai, and then the officials will have to submit to me at that time. Xue Xijian analyzed it clearly, "I asked the letter that chased the wind to write clearly the cause and process of my persecution. I think after reading it, he must be able to focus on the overall situation."

"I hope everything goes as well as you expected." Murong Xueyan smiled, and her face was charming.

Xue Xijian looked at it in a daze, but he was crazy and intoxicated.

She pretended not to see his gaze, turned around and went into the tent.