Chapter 105 The end of the emperor's hegemony, only today is the ancient youth

My feet were soft and I almost fell to the ground.

Looking around again, I found that the week was desolate. The place where the eyes can reach is white, the grass does not grow, and it is gloomy and desolate. I don't feel cold on my back, and my hair is creepy.

I slowly raised my head, through the chaotic smoke. The round of tomorrow obliquely stabbed down in the sky, and the prickly people's eyes were painful and I couldn't open them. I still half covered my eyes with my hand and stubbornly met the sharp sword-like light. There are some things in life that you can't flint even if you want to. When you want to hide and can't dodge, you can only accept it proudly.

My eyes seemed to touch the light, but I forgot the pain of the pain of my eyes.

So... When did the dragon that day disappear? I suddenly turned around and looked at the four elephants in other directions. There was already no trace in the sky. The heart, which was already prepared for vigilance and exhausted, seemed to burst at this moment, beating heavily.

"Ye Yu..." I spit out these two words uncontrollably at the corners of my mouth.

Suddenly, a black fog fell heavily in front of me. When I saw it clearly, it turned out to be an injured and dying eagle. At this moment, the flesh and blood are already blurred, which is disgusting. I covered my nose and tried not to let myself spit out bitter gall without rice water for many days, and slowly approached. The eagle fell to the ground, full of blood holes, but it still fluttered its wings and tried to fly again.

Unexpectedly, even the most powerful and united eagle, who is used to the climate here, could not stand the magic sound from thousands of miles, and even ignored the lives of their companions and began to fight with each other.

Na Ye... Is he... still safe at this moment...

Suddenly, there was a "bang" in my ear. I don't know when, the eyes stung by the light began to gradually become blurred, until there was only white in front of me. There seemed to be some huge thing that was slowly approaching me with an earth-shaking momentum, but I stood still, and my hands hanging on both sides trembled slightly for a moment, and I couldn't move!

"Yu'er..." Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in my ear, and then my body was pulled up and floated in the air. The cold wind slowly in my ear seemed to blow a bunch of hair and wrapped around my eyes. Behind him is a thunderous and cold wind, which is in sharp contrast to his cool breath between the desolate and empty snowy mountains.

"Qin Huang..." I felt the man whose body was held in the air and called softly.

For a long time, it made me forget that my eyes were burned by the vast snowfield at this moment, and I could only see a piece of white in front of me; for a long time, it almost made me forget the fear and fear of the previous moment. I was put in a cold place, surrounded by snow, and the cold breath still filled my thin and almost irresistible body. The man gently stroked my hair that had just been blown by the wind. His voice was actually a little pity, and some... seemed to be weak: "Why did you come here?"

I try to see everything in front of me and try my best to feel where my eyes can reach. But it's still a vast white. The thick blood that pierced his nose became clearer and clearer: "Qin Huang..." I carefully looked for him: "Are you hurt? Where is the injury? Is it heavy... Is it heavy?

Suddenly, his hand was grasped by a pair of cold hands: "Hands are still so cold... cold, and you have to come to such a cold place..." In Qin Huang's weak voice, he was a little choked: "How... did you make yourself like this?"

I tried to comfort myself with a smile: "I... I'm fine... You don't have to worry, don't believe it, you see..." While talking, I tried to stand up. As soon as his feet stuck to the ground, his legs were soft and almost collapsed to the ground. Qin Huang took me in his arms, and his voice was even more sour than just now: "What's wrong with you two...!"

My nose also began to become sour, and my eyes warmed slightly. He dodged and tried to keep him from seeing his disappointing expression at this moment, but he forgot that he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't even see any direction in his eyes.

Suddenly, I remembered that I seemed to forget something in an instant: "Qin Huang... Where's Ye? Ye...where is he?"

Qin Huang carefully put me on the ground and used his cold hand to remove the snow from the corners of my eyes. He said, "Don't worry, Ye is very safe now. Is he in the imperial mausoleum of the State of Yan?"

"Oh..." I was a little relieved.

However, the more you listen to Qin Huang's voice, the more wrong it is. He seems to have been seriously injured and is very weak at this moment.

"Qin Huang, how are you? Where is the wound? Is it serious?"

Qin Huang's hand holding my arm tightened, and I could almost feel his frowning tightly at this moment because he was very uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand and carefully wanted to touch it, but he grabbed his hand in mid-air and said in a low voice, "Your eyes are burned by snow and sunshine. I'll carry you out of here..."

As soon as the voice fell, the body hung up again and landed on a solid and cold back. The person behind my back stepped smoothly in the thick snow and tried to carry me out of here on foot.

And I got a trace of safety on his back, and the vigilance I had been on guard slowly relaxed. Only then did I feel that my body was tired and weak. In particular, the water and rice have not entered for many days. On this road, the horse is bumpy, stepping on thorns and climbing over the mountains and forests, which has long been full of holes. On this safe back, he gradually lost consciousness.

I seem to see that the sky and the earth are ice blue with clear water, and even the unknown flowers in the branches and the birds squeaking in the sky are the same color as the sky and water. Ye Yu's ice-blue wide-sleeved shirt, with a melodious posture and peerless beauty, sitting cross-legged under an ice flower tree with nothing eyes, his clothes fluttering and hair flying. The fingers flew gently on a green jade bamboo, blowing the "Unknown Song" that only I and Qin Huang are qualified to hear

I seem to see the green mountains and phoenixes. The smoke curled in the mountains, and occasionally a few cranes flew by. After the master held it with one hand, he drove a crane and stood on top of a Kowloon Palace in the mountains. My mother is kind-looking, with a peaceful look and a smile. She is telling me a story about Chuhe on the mainland.

I seem to see the bustling market, with my narrow-sleeved top, a long blue skirt, and a high snake bun. He actually held a basket and bargained and quarreled with street vendors for a penny of cabbage and radishes.

I seem to...

Listening, there was a low voice calling me in my ear.

"Yu'er... Don't sleep. This vast snowfield is cold and dangerous. Once you fall asleep, you may never wake up again. Yuer, wake up, don't sleep..."

It's Qin Huang!

He carried me on his back. I don't know how many snowy mountains he has crossed. There is no village in front of him and no shop behind. How long he has walked in this snowy mountains. I don't know how many snowy mountains ahead we need to conquer.

"Qin Huang... How did you get here? Is it to save Ye? How did you get hurt?" A series of questions were asked. I feel that the fatigue of the two people is getting heavier and heavier. He didn't expect the strength to answer.

But I didn't expect to hear his voice after a long time: "When the Four Holy Arrays were untied, I took the opportunity to come from the West. Ye's legs are inconvenient, and he has more important things to do. You can't bury it here like this.

Sure enough, he came here to save Ye Yu. Ye Yu was sent out safely. What about him? If he hadn't met me and met me, a person who also needed to climb over this vast snowy mountain, would he plan to bury his seven-foot body under this iceberg for a long time?

There is a trace of coldness in my heart. I tried my best to turn my head sideways and didn't let the ** dripping from my eyes fall on his back, making him notice and worry in vain!

"Qin Huang, let me down! In this way, we will all die here!"

The man had no sound, let alone stop.

"Qin Huang... I'm so cold, so cold... You let me down!"

The man's footsteps finally stopped. It seems that it took a long time to carefully put me down.

"The chest is the closest place to the heart. You won't be cold if you lean against my chest." With that, he pressed my head to his chest and held me tightly in his arms.

Suddenly, the silent tears turned into choking: "Qin Huang, let's not go, heavy snowy mountains, over one, and another. We can't get out like this..."

"Even if I die, I will carry you behind my back, climb over this heavy snowy mountain and reach him..."

I couldn't help choking anymore, and my body began to tremble slightly in his arms.

"If my eyes are not burned by snow, what I want to see most at this moment is you!"

The man on the top of his head suddenly stiffened a little. For a long time, his voice was also a little stiff and said, "Don't be afraid. You can't see anything only temporarily. When you leave here, you can see it again."

I'm so afraid that I'm afraid to go out. When I see something again, I can see everything, but I can't find you!

I don't know how long it took, the man put me back on his back. The cold wind is constantly hitting our sore bodies. There is ice and snow under the feet, but the hot sun is on the top of the head.

I quietly put the hand that had just been placed on Qin Huang's chest between my noses. Tears cracked again in an instant. It turned out that his wound was in his chest. My head had been pressing there heavily just now, but he didn't say a word.

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How many years have passed, the stars have changed, the sea has become a song, and the imperial map has been completed. Even if the figure is beautiful and the face is gutter, many things have gradually been forgotten. But this matter is eternal, and the green mountains are not old. What's more, I can't forget Ye Yu's back that hugged Qin Huang and rubbed from me

Every time I think about the words in my ear when I wake up at the beginning, I feel that my whole body has been hollowed out, and tears are pouring up in an instant.

On that day, I was still exhausted. Finally, I was tired to sleep on Qin Huang's back. When I woke up again, I was already in Baitou Mountain, the imperial mausoleum outside the north city of the imperial capital of Yan.

The one holding me is Mrs. Fan, not Ye Yu.

But he sat far away on the cliff, holding another person in his arms, with a bleak figure and a pale face...