Chapter 672: Her second brother, her husband

The stars are like a fight.
Jin Wuwei, headed by Shen Yijue, rode his horse toward Shengjing City.
Halfway, Shen Yichao suddenly stopped the horse.
Shen Yijue glanced at him: "Adi?"
Shen Yichao said in a low voice: "My veil fell in the wild persimmon forest. I want to go back and look for it."
Shen Yijue only thought he didn't want to see Xiao Yi, so he didn't say much, and left with Jin Wuwei alone.
Shen Yichao turned his horse's head and galloped towards the wild persimmon forest.
I found that cave. The whole cave had already collapsed. The mountain wind had blown away the smell of gunpowder. The burning withered grass and cracked warm stones around it vaguely proved that there had been an explosion here.
He rolled over and got off his horse, lifted the iron wind lantern hung in front of the saddle, and walked towards the collapsed cave.
The eyes are full of ruins and stones, of course nothing can be found.
He squatted on one knee, put down the air lantern, took out the bronze compass and dragon-finding ruler from his arms, and examined them carefully.
The mountain wind blew his snow-white cloak into a whisper.
He closed his cloak to cover the mountain breeze, only staring at the Dragon-hunting Ruler in his arms.
Looking at the pointer of the dragon ruler, slowly and slightly tremblingly turned to one direction, as if to prove that the girl was still alive.
Shen Yichao's eyes moved slightly.
He stood up and said, "Excavate there."
Several secret guards emerged from the darkness, looked at each other, and acted immediately.
They were all top masters of Dayong, but within a short while, they dug up where Shen Yichao pointed out.
The smell of fire rushed over his face.
Under the ruins, the young man knelt on his knees, with his arms bent, and with his not broad and strong back, he abruptly propped up a small square in the ruins.
The two girls curled up in his arms, their chests wavy slightly, and they barely breathed.
Just a quarter of an hour ago.
Nan Baoyi and Nan Yan were tied together, and when they were desperate, someone came out from the depths of the cave.
Nan Jing was wearing a guarding the city gate, carrying an oil lamp, and staring at them in horror.
While guarding the city gate, when he saw Nan Baoyi riding out of the city, he followed him with curiosity for a while, hiding in this cave and secretly looking around. He didn't expect to see his two sisters in desperation.
Even he himself fell into a desperate situation.
He glanced at the dynamite packets and swallowed: "You guys, who did you offend? Someone is guarding outside the cave. Is it safe for me to go out?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Hope raised in Nan Baoyi's heart, "Nan Jing, help us untie the rope!"
Although he and Nanjing have hatred, but in a desperate situation, in addition to counting on him, no one else can be counted on.
Nan Jing pondered, and looked at Nan Baoyi for a moment, thinking about Xiao Yi's noble identity, so he drew out his sword and cut the hemp rope.
Nan Baoyi clutched his bleeding wrist and said calmly, "Is there a way out in the cave?"
"No." Nan Jingyan said concisely, "Looking deep, in fact, you can only walk two feet away if you go inside. It's a dead cave."
His voice fell to the ground, and the roar of feather arrows came from outside the cave.
A blaze fell on the lead.
"We are going to die here..." Nan Yan opened her beautiful eyes and screamed in horror while covering her head!
Nan Baoyi held his breath, his heart beating like thunder, and rushed over regardless, trying to step on the fuse.
But it was too late--
The minds of the three siblings were blank.
Time seems to stand still.
This moment, it seems to be very long.
Many people gradually emerged in Nan Baoyi's mind.
The grandmother who planned for herself for a lifetime, confused but loved her dad, Zhuzhu who was greedy but righteous, and...
Her second brother, her husband.
The girl burst into tears instantly.
Nan Yan was full of despair.
She has been tied to Nan Baoyi all her life. In order to fight for the victory and defeat, the agency has failed to live up to her youth. Unexpectedly, in the end, she would die in this place with her...
Nan Jing raised his hand and gently placed it on the position of his heart.
It was strange that at the moment before his death, he was not worried about fame and wealth.
He actually wanted to return to Jinguan City again, to the small house in Qingqiao Hutong, and take the test paper that was commented on by the master as the first one for his father and mother to watch.
At that time, the young man was full of spirit and unrestrained, how big his heart was, how big the world was in his eyes.
At that time, my sister was still very young, so she would innocently hold his hand and call his brother softly, asking him what the college was like and whether the master and classmates bullied him.
At that time, the mother was still alive, and on the day he came back from the academy every month, she would cook the most nourishing pork bone soup for him and make him his favorite sweet and oily fruit.
Dad loved him very much at that time.
I will save three months of petty expenses and buy him a set of precious four treasures of the study.
Hearing the scholars outside praised Qianxi Academy for its goodness, Dad took him by the hand, holding all the cash, and braving the fine mountain rain to take him to school.
The old master disliked him as an outsider, and refused to accept him. Father laid down his dignity and kneeled down. He whispered, his Jing'er is a sensible and reasonable boy, and he will surely be awarded the top prize in the future, and ask the old master to give him a view. One chance...
Daddy's life is useless, but he prefers his son as fate.
Nan Jing raised his sleeve to wipe tears, but wiped more and more.
It is strange that he still remembers such a long memory so clearly.
He choked, remembering his father's warning before leaving:
It's just that, Xiaojing, you are the brother, you have to love your sister. In this world, there is no other girl who is so close to your blood... Xiao Jing, you have to love your sister.
The lead has burned to the end.
Nan Jing didn't even think about it, handed a little girl with one hand, and ran to the depths of the cave desperately.
A deafening explosion came from behind.
The hot waves of fire hit his back, and he rolled to the deepest part of the cave, kneeling on his knees, holding his two sisters firmly in his arms, raising his hands high, using his weak hands and back, Desperately hold out a world for them...
The moment the tears rolled down, they were evaporated by the flames.
Before dying, the young Nan family murmured softly in the flames of the explosion: "Daddy..."
However, that person will never hear again.
The breeze is bright, and the mountains are silent.
Shen Yichao walked to the ruins.
The young man's body had been scorched long ago, and it was difficult to tell who it was.
He reached out and touched it lightly.
The scorched corpse collapsed to the ground, completely turning into bones that were difficult to join together.
Shen Yichao looked at Nan Baoyi and Nan Yan again.
The two men were ragged and bloody, but their chests were slightly undulating, obviously there was hope of survival.
He pondered for a long time, and whispered: "Send them to the old village in the deep mountains, and you will never find the way out. Don't let anyone know."
The dark guard test: "Can't the empress also know?"
Shen Yichao stood up, expressionless: "Anyone."
The dark guard went to handle it immediately.
Shen Yichao stepped on the horse in silence and headed to the Shengjing City Palace.
At this time, the palace hall.
Xiao Yi's face was bloody, and he was crushed to the ground by five iron rods.
Shen Jiangju condescendingly: "Is it true?"
Xiao Yi smiled grimly, and spoke clearly: "No, accept."
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