Chapter 570: Quzhou City (2)

There was a murmur in my heart, the sourness spread over my heart, the hidden thoughts converged into a river, and the flow continued. He was shocked and couldn't help supporting the city wall.
The generals on the side saw each other calmly and wisely as the emperors were so pale.
Xiao Fengyi looked at the first line of words and suddenly lost his courage to look down. All the voices faded, and I didn't know where I was. I still remembered her smiling like a flower, leaning against his arms, his hands covering her, and writing on the white paper.
At that time, the years were quiet, and the flowers in his eyes were like beautiful flowers in his arms. The glorious appearance of the country filled his eyes and easily covered his entire world ...
"Emperor. Emperor!" Several generals approached carefully and asked, "Mr. Emperor, what is written on it?"
Xiao Fengxi said nothing, and slowly walked along the city wall. As he walked, the letter in his hand was like a butterfly in the late summer.
"Yun Wushuang ..."
...
Willow head on the moon. Nie Wushuang stood close to the city wall and looked northward as he struck a lotus-colored cloak. There was a hoarse of war horses in the wind, and the centuries-old Xiongguan had long been hidden in the stacks of heavy mountains. What I saw in front of me was nothing but mountains and rivers.
If all this could be forgotten so easily, how good it would be.
Nie Wushuang smiled slightly bitterly, and Yang Zhi's thoughtful voice came from behind him: "Mother-in-law, the wind is strong here."
Nie Wushuang turned his head, looked at Yang Zhi, and asked lightly, "Are all arranged?"
"It's all arranged." Yang Zhi said, frowning, and asked, "Doesn't the lady need a guard to follow?"
"No." Nie Wushuang turned his head and looked northward. "This time, it's me and him."
"In case ..." Yang Zhimei was worried: "In case the emperor ..."
"Don't worry." Nie Wushuang interrupted him: "He's not the kind of person." She took a deep breath and watched the sunset that faded away: "Besides, this palace brought exactly what he wanted this time. . "
"What?" Yang Zhi could not help but surprise.
"Reconciliation." Nie Wushuang turned his head, his expression was not as calm as a real person: "And surrender."
Yang Zhi was suddenly speechless.
...
Night fell, and tonight was full moon again, with silver glow everywhere, and the road under the feet could be illuminated with almost no lights. Nie Wushuang sat among the bamboo sedan and looked at the bright moonlight silently.
After a while, the front was suddenly lit with soft light. Nie Wushuang's eyes were attracted to the past. I saw the guards standing on either side of the dark road. They didn't have swords in their hands. Some of them had only a lantern. The light of the candle illuminated the night. The mountain forest is not so scary anymore
Nie Wushuang jumped in his heart, looking at the bright end, and a very graceful figure stood lightly under the moon. All Yuehua does not seem to be as elegant as his whole body.
She lowered her eyes, in her long sleeves, her hands clasped tightly. The child in the belly seemed to feel the mother's uneasiness and sorrow and kicked slightly.
The pain and sorrow in my heart rushed out without warning. She clutched the embroidery in her hand, afraid that she would collapse in front of him like this ...
It's close, it's close ... Finally, the bamboo sedan stopped in front of him.
The light shone on his side, faintly the man who was calm and easy in his dream. He was always so, with a sense of mind, and the world was just a chess game in his heart.
A pair of clean hands reached out to her, and Nie Wushuang looked back from his contemplation, raised his eyes and fixedly looked at him, but stretched out his hand and held Yang Zhi's hand out of the sedan chair.
The empty palms hung in the cold night wind. Xiao Fengxi looked at Nie Wushuang in front of him as usual, but the vague beating of his forehead revealed the waves in his heart.
"Wushuang ... Meet the Emperor." Nie Wushuang made a slight courtesy, looked at Xiao Fengyi, and said lightly, "Thank you the Emperor for willing to see Wushuang."
"You ..." Xiao Fengying said only one word, but he couldn't find any words.
Nie Wushuang held Yang Zhi's hand, looked at Langyue in the sky, and exhaled: "Is the emperor standing like this and talking to Wushuang?"
Holding her sore waist, she said lightly to him, "Wusou is tired."
Familiar voice, familiar with the face that can be traced with closed eyes, she stood in front of him, her eyebrows faint, her face was like a white lotus under the moon, she could n’t even lose her beauty by pregnancy, but because of pregnancy She was full of motherhood.
The old grudges and hatreds disappeared in her sentence.
She is Nie Wushuang. She is really Nie Wushuang. It is not a dream, not the elusive trace in the dream of hundreds of battles.
The eyes were burning, and thousands of words stuck in my heart, but it was impossible to speak. Xiao Fengyi looked at her swollen abdomen, and her heart was already complicated. He turned silently and led the way.
One account is not far away, in the wilderness, which is half of the distance between Pojun Ridge and Luzhou City. He watched her go very slowly and waited patiently in front.
The curtain fell, blocking the cold night wind outside.
Nie Wushuang sat down awkwardly, and then looked at all sides of the account. He arranged it well, the lanterns on the road led the way, and this warm and fragrant account, he must have spent a lot of thought.
Xiao Feng's robe sat opposite her, two eyes converged under the lamp, each of them could not help but tremble in their hearts.
Nie Wushuang lowered his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "I haven't seen the emperor for a long time, but the emperor still looks good."
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