Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The arrow pierced the air sharply, and came suddenly.

Li Xuanzhen's tall body hovered Li Yaoying and hugged her to avoid her. Several long arrows clung to his arms and wiped them, nailing them to the sand, dipping into the tail.

Swish a few sharp sounds, I don't know where to shoot the iron arrows, the arrows are full of strength, like a meteor rushing to the moon, and several Beirong cavalry shooting arrows in the distance fell off their horses one by one.

Li Xuanzhen hugged Yaoying who was trembling slightly, and she was unaware of the sound of golden horses and iron horses behind her. Her body was scarred, as if a sharp knife was being stirred in flesh and blood, but at this moment, he was already overwhelmed by the overwhelming joy and could not feel it at all. Pain in the body.

Chang'an is not far from Liangzhou, as long as she gets scared someday, regrets it, and asks him for help, he can save her at any time. However, she was taken captive by Haidu Aling to the Western Regions, and then to the more distant palace where she had little contact with the Central Plains. He crossed the Qilian Mountains, exited Yumen Pass, walked eight hundred miles of Mohe Yanqi, escaped from Yizhou, climbed the majestic Tianshan Mountains, searched for so long in the vast desert that seemed to be inaccessible forever, and found it all the way. She was finally found in a strange foreign land.

She was still alive, taller and stronger, her small face pressed against his chest, and the arms that hugged his waist were pliable and strong.

Li Xuanzhen tightened her arms and hugged Yaoying tightly, for fear that this was just an illusion under his thirst, hunger and pain. When he and Li Zhongqian were in desperation, they were troubled by a mirage and rushed over madly. There is only yellow sand in the sky.

The arms around her shoulders tightened like iron tongs, Yaoying was a little breathless, raised her head, a string of crystal tears slipped from her cheeks, but her eyes were full of smiles, and the tears could not conceal the overflowing joy.

Li Xuanzhen's face was covered with blood and dust, she couldn't tell her face, she could only see a pair of phoenix eyes.

He looked at her, lowered his head, pressed his fingers on her neck, and continued to embrace her.

Yaoying smelled the heavy blood, her consciousness gradually returned to the cage, and the sound of fighting around and the sound of long arrows breaking through the air forced her to calm down from her ecstasy.

They are still on the battlefield, can't be paralyzed, the dream scene may reappear at any time!

"Brother, let's withdraw to a safe place first!"

Yaoying gently pushed away Li Xuanzhen.

Li Xuanzhen was taken aback and shook. The tighter he hugged her arms to prevent her from moving, her fingers were tightly pressed against her neck, and she was not allowed to look up at him.

She hasn't reacted yet, as long as she takes another look at him, she will find that he is not Li Zhongqian.

"Brother?"

Yaoying felt the aura bursting out of his body and called out in a low voice, her fingers felt sticky and wet, and his body was full of blood.

"Brother, you are hurt, obedient..."

Yaoying raised her head.

Li Xuanzhen met her slender eyes.

The eyes of the two met, the smile on her face suddenly stagnated, and a trace of doubt passed through her eyes.

This suspicion made Li Xuanzhen's mind immediately awake, and the pain of the wound suddenly became extremely clear and intense. He shivered with pain and fell on the sand.

"Brother!"

Yaoying hugged him and called him anxiously.

"Awei, come here!"

The soldiers agreed loudly, ran to them quickly, took out the gauze wound medicine, cut off the ragged leather jacket on Li Xuanzhen's body with scissors, inspected the wounds, found out the bleeding wounds, and bandaged them to stop the bleeding.

"Brother, don't go to sleep, talk to me, I am a Mingyue slave, I am here..."

Yaoying shook her hands lightly, unwrapped the skin on her waist, poured out water and wetted Li Xuanzhen's chapped lips, wiped off the blood stains by brushing the towel on his neck.

The movement of her hand suddenly recovered from the panic, and she looked at Li Xuanzhen carefully.

Li Zhongqian has a tough line, and there are finger-long scars from his chin to his neck, which he left during the battle with the Nanchu general.

The man's eyes didn't look like brother.

In the next moment, Yaoying continued to pour water, no longer the gentle pity she had just done, she pulled away the messy hair on Li Xuanzhen's face, the towel wiped his face, and wiped off half of the blood.

His handsome facial features gradually revealed, sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a lingering gloom between his eyebrows.

In an instant, the joy in Yaoying's eyes faded completely, leaving nothing but nothing.

Great ups and downs, but so.

She held the towel kerchief blankly, and said nothing for a while.

Li Xuanzhen smiled bitterly when she knew she had recognized it.

Yaoying looked at him coldly. What she saw in her dream was Li Zhongqian. Why did she become Li Xuanzhen?

Almost the same scene, the same costume, the same golden hammer...How could Li Xuanzhen hold the double hammers that Li Zhongqian never left?

A thought flashed through her mind, Yaoying's blood faded, her expression suddenly became cold, and with a scream, she pushed her soldiers away, rushed to Li Xuanzhen, and drew out the dagger hidden in the leather belt around her waist. On his throat.

"Why is my brother's golden hammer in your hands?"

Her voice trembled, and her eyes fell on his face without a trace of tenderness.

"What did you do to him?"

Li Xuanzhen met Yaoying's indifferent gaze, opened her mouth with difficulty, but couldn't make a sound.

She looked at Li Zhongqian's eyes full of surprises, tenderness, admiration, trust, and closeness, and the joy was so intense that it almost overflowed.

Seeing his eyes, there is nothing but coldness.

The difference is so big.

For a moment, Li Xuanzhen's chest was full of jealousy, unwillingness and something he couldn't distinguish himself. I really hope that Li Zhongqian never existed in this world.

Yaoying pressed her hand, her dagger pressed against his throat: "Li Xuanzhen, what did you do to my brother? Why did you take his golden hammer!"

Li Xuanzhen looked into her eyes, "He is still alive..."

He coughed sharply, his lips were bloodshot, his body trembled, and his pupils dilated.

The soldier turned pale, took out a bottle of strong heart and life-saving medicine, and stuffed it into Li Xuanzhen's mouth: "Princess, there are several big wounds on his body, and bones can be seen. This is prostration and is going to die! I must give it quickly He stops the bleeding and sends him back to the camp!"

Yaoying frowned, retracted her dagger, stood up, and motioned to her soldiers to continue dressing Li Xuanzhen's wounds.

Li Xuanzhen's fate is so big that he can come to life from desperate situations every time, not so easy to die.

The soldiers all gathered around, recognized Li Xuanzhen, dumbfounded, wiped their eyes in disbelief, and confirmed that they had not made a mistake: "How come your Royal Highness is here?"

Yaoying tucked the dagger back to her waist, "He must have come to see Zhu Luyun."

When she met Zhu Luyun, she guessed that Li Xuanzhen would leave the Central Plains for Zhu Luyun, and he was chased by the North Army soldiers, maybe because of his identity revealed during the meeting with Zhu Luyun.

The soldiers looked at each other and asked: "Princess, save or not?"

Yaoying nodded, and said faintly: "Help."

Keeping Li Xuanzhen is useful. To regain the land of Hexi, you must form an alliance with him, and he holds Li Zhongqian's double hammers, maybe he knows where Li Zhongqian is.

After figuring out how he got Li Zhongqian's double hammers, settle accounts with him.

Yaoying sorted out her thoughts, calmed down completely, her face couldn't hide her loss.

She really thought that the scene in her dream had reappeared. The person riding towards her was Li Zhongqian. She was afraid that he would be injured, so she greeted him in a hurry without seeing his face clearly.

Didn't Li Xuanzhen fail to hear what she called, why didn't she say anything?

If he speaks out, she can hear it right away.

The soldier carrying the flag next to him scratched his head, "Why did your Royal Highness care about the princess just now? Still holding the princess and not letting go?"

When the arrows flew everywhere, Li Xuanzhen hugged Yaoying tightly to avoid Liu Shi, and they all watched.

The other soldier snorted and said, "It must be when I saw an acquaintance when I was escaping for my life. I was so excited and wanted to ask the princess to save him. I was afraid that the princess would ignore him, so I hugged the princess!"

Everyone agreed, and nodded together.

I hate it, I hate it, they still tried their best to rescue Li Xuanzhen, brought a horse, lifted the person up, and retreated to a place far away from the battlefield.

...

On the other side, Mópido ended the battle, leaving behind some people to clean up and retreat with the rescued Han Chinese.

Several Han people got out of the desperate situation, adjusted their appearance, **** their scattered long hair, and climbed up the hill.

The two most injured people suddenly lost their strength and fell on the sand. The others lifted him up, and the group was so silent, walking towards Yaoying step by step.

Yaoying waited by the hill, greeted him, and glanced over the severely wounded Han Chinese wearing Northern Rong cavalry costumes, and suddenly felt that they were familiar.

In the desolate twilight, several Han people described as embarrassed, bloody, with firm eyes, helping each other to walk in front of her, and salute her solemnly.

"Until Liangzhou, never look back. Your Royal Highness, fortunately not insulting your life!"

They raised their faces and looked at her with a smile, their eyes eager, innocent and bright.

The scene in the memory appeared before her eyes. Yaoying looked at the blood-covered youth in front of her, her heart surged with excitement, her heart pounding wildly, her mouth opened and her eyes moist.

The mood swings caused by Li Xuanzhen disappeared instantly.

Yaoying turned over and got off her horse, walked towards the Han people, leaned over and bowed, bowing to the end.

She once saw off the young people in front of them and said to them: in the future, you and I will have a reunion day!

Today, they reunited in the sand dunes. Those young men who were not afraid of the sky died, were wounded, and buried their bones in a strange place. Only these few people were left alive.

They looked at her with a smile, as they did when they left.

Young people are strong, and the country is prosperous.

One of the Han people carefully took out a booklet wrapped in yellow silk and held it in his hand. Chao Yaoying knelt down on one knee: "Princess, I will be ordered to pass through the blockade and arrive in Liangzhou, and find the guard of the Wei Dynasty in Zheng Jing. With the help of Du Sinan, the emperor of Wei Dynasty replied to the letter of Wanyan and the letter from the lord of the country."

The others knelt down on one knee and placed their right hands in front of their chests, with sparks in their eyes bursting into flames.

Yaoying calmed down, suppressed the shock in her heart, and accepted the letter.

Li De has unified the north and completely controlled Western Shu. It was just when it was necessary to reassure the people and stabilize the regime. The Western Regions that once belonged to the Central Plains dynasty asked the court to send troops, and the survivors of the Han family cried to the king to regain the homeland. He was about to write a thousand words Posted on the list, wrote an impassioned reply, weeping every word, and every sentence inspiring.

But he did not guarantee that he would immediately send troops to recover Hexi.

A look of shame flashed across the youth's faces.

"Princess, Zheng Jing told us that the court did not forget us, but they can't send troops now..."

They rushed back to Gaochang to report the letter, and did not dare to stay in the Central Plains for a long time. Although the officials in the Central Plains showed great enthusiasm, they shared the same hatred with them, and wanted to regain their homeland immediately, but when it came to sending troops, the officials hesitated. Pretending to be procrastinating, they could see that the Wei Dynasty does not have that many troops now.

Disappointment is inevitable, but they can wait until the Wei Dynasty unifies the north and south, they can send troops to regain their homeland!

Yaoying is not surprised to get such an answer. Li De is used to being cautious and will not easily put the elite Wei army on the battlefield to recover the Hexi Land. She never expects him to send reinforcements to fight directly with Beirong, as long as he gets the Central Plains Dynasty. With the support and response, things will be easier.

Now Li Xuanzhen is under her nose, Bei Rong is busy fighting the royal court, and the Liangzhou army can send troops to support them. Why should they put all their hopes on the elite of the court?

Only when they grow stronger and can pose a threat to Bei Rong, will Li De put his troops into force.

But by that time, the team had already gained scale, and Li De could only cooperate with them instead of ordering.

With tears in her eyes, Yaoying looked at the young people in front of her.

His guards surrounded one by one, kneeling at her feet like the young men.

The soldiers of the royal court did not approach, and stood on horseback, watching from a distance.

Standing among the hills, Yaoying smiled with glow on her shoulders.

"You are all Gaochang's bravest erlang. In Shazhou and Guazhou, there are many erlangs like you. You stand upright and are the hope of regaining Hexi."

"Yang Qian formed a rebel army and united the aristocratic families from all over the world who were committed to the Wei Dynasty, and the team is constantly growing."

"Without the soldiers and horses of the Wei Dynasty, we will go to the battlefield by ourselves."

"There is no food and grass, we raise it ourselves."

"This army is called the Western Army! We must unite all the tribes who want to return to the east, regain the homeland by ourselves, and take home the garden!"

The violent wind swept through, blowing Yaoying's robes, and her robes fluttered. Behind her, several flags representing her spread out in the violent wind, and fluttered.

The young people looked at her, their tired faces glowing with a strange look, their eyes burning, their fighting spirit rekindled, and their blood boiled--why don't men bring Wu Gou and collect Guanshan Fifty States?

They can definitely fulfill their grandparents' last wishes and return to their homeland!

...

Hunting in the long wind, the dusk is magnificent.

Not far away, a team stopped behind the sand dunes. The men on horseback put down their long bows and iron arrows, looking at Yaoying standing between the blue sky and the yellow sand, speechless for a long time.

Bi Suo on the side looked at Li Xuanzhen in the distance, and couldn't help but say: "I have never seen Princess Wen Zhao be so ghoulish. The princess must miss her brother very much and look forward to returning to her hometown as soon as possible."

In the afternoon, Tamaraga returned to the camp alone and talked with Bi Suo secretly. Suddenly, he received urgent news that Bei Rong people were haunting nearby. The two thought about Mobydo and Yaoying, fearing that something might happen, they brought a team out. Pick up people and stop Bei Rong people by the way.

When they rushed to the neighborhood, they heard the sound of fighting and waved a banner to the people in Mópido, indicating that it was their own person. They slowly approached, just in time to see Yaoying rushing into a man's arms, and the two hugged tightly.

Bi Suo's blue eyes were wide and round, his eyes almost fell out, and he subconsciously watched Tamaraga's reaction.

Tamara Gha was covered with a wind-proof mask on his face, and he bowed his bow calmly and shot down the northern cavalry with a few arrows.

He didn't let the bowstring loosen until Mopido led people to kill all the northern soldiers.

Bi Suo couldn't guess the expression on his face.

After a while, a soldier came over and spread a message: "General, Princess Wen Zhao seems to have found her brother!"

Bi Suo was in a complicated mood. For a while, he seemed to be relieved, and then a little disappointed, and his mind became a mess.

Tamara Gha never said a word.

Bi Suo sighed a few words and asked tentatively: "They are going back to the camp, can't we make it through?"

"No, go directly to the camp."

Tamaraga retracted his gaze, dialed his horse and turned around.

He had seen her gaffes, but only when she was dreaming, she regarded him as Li Zhongqian, clutching his hand tightly, rubbing it in his palm with attachment, and acting like a baby with him.

But that was not as good as seeing her rushing down the sand dunes, desperately rushing into her brother's arms.

Only in front of Li Zhongqian can she truly relax, like a child.

She has people who are more trustworthy and closer.

Before this, everything was like dreamy bubbles, like dew and electricity.

She came from thousands of miles away, across mountains and rivers, and traveled for thousands of miles.

Now she is going back.

The wind rolled up Tamaraga's robes, and he touched the bead holding on his wrist, and the space on his wrist was empty.

...

The two teams went down the sand dune one after the other and met head-on.

Mupido immediately greeted him and talked with Tamaraga and Bi Suo in a low voice.

Yaoying threw Li Xuanzhen to the care of her soldiers, and ordered her soldiers to pick up the pair of golden hammers. She was surprised when she saw Tamaraga, and she drove her horse forward. She wanted to step forward to see that they were discussing matters. Approaching, Jia Ma walked away.

Rushing back to the camp, Bi Suo continued to discuss matters in the big account.

Yaoying invited a military doctor to treat Li Xuanzhen and the others.

The military doctor pointed to Li Xuanzhen and said, "He was injured too badly, and the wound is easily infected. He must sleep in a tent alone."

The little soldier embarrassed: "Several tents are full..."

Yaoying frowned, "Let him live in my tent."

Yuanjue opened his eyes wide.

Yaoying whispered: "He is not ordinary, stay in my tent, and wait for the regent to come back, so that he can meet and talk with him."

Yuanjue suddenly realized that, helping to lay hands, moved the seriously injured Li Xuanzhen to Yaoying's tent.

Yaoying left her soldiers to take care of her. She went to meet the children of the Gaochang family and asked them about their detailed situation along the way and their experience in the Central Plains. How did they get together with Li Xuanzhen?

One of the children is of the same race as Yang Qian, named Yang Nianxiang. He is also very injured, but in good spirits, lying on the blanket, he will talk about the future.

"We left Gaochang, and went through many levels in the name of hunting down Haidu Aling. The princess method helped us solve a lot of troubles. But after arriving in Beirong, Mrs. Ina's warrant really didn't work. We Disguised as herdsmen, trying to get out of the town, Beirong was too tightly blocked. We lost too many people and we had to hide in the city."

"Later Bei Rong got into trouble. We met a group of monks who pretended to be their monks and soldiers, and took the opportunity to escape. Finally, the Bei Rong people found the trail and almost died by their swords. In a critical moment, a group of Liangzhou soldiers. Saved us... It turned out that the prince Li Xuanzhen went to Yizhou. The Liangzhou army didn't know when he would return, so he could only send a team to patrol the border areas every few days in order to respond. We were lucky and met them."

Later they sent the letter, and Liangzhou governor was greatly shaken, especially when he knew that Li Yaoying was still alive, he was even more emotional.

Soon after receiving the news, Zheng Jing, Du Sinan, Prince Concubine and others sent people to Liangzhou one after another to meet Yang Nianxiang and them in Beijing. Li De specially arranged for them to present a book of ten thousand words in public during the Great Court meeting. Tears filled his eyes and tears flowed.

Yang Nianxiang couldn't wait to return to Gaochang, and after getting the verbal assurance from Li De, he took the letter and set off immediately. The journey home was also dangerous. They passed through the checkpoints and tried every means to contact Yang Qian. Yang Qian learned from Xie Qing that Ale would lead the people to join Yaoying and inform them in a secret letter.

The situation is grim. They are hesitating whether to catch up with Alebu or Gaochang. Unfortunately, they encounter the Bei Rong people and are forcibly recruited to deliver food and grass for the Bei Rong people.

They wanted to escape from Beirong camp, but they hadn't formulated a comprehensive plan yet, and they accidentally exposed their identity and fled in a hurry. At that time, Li Xuanzhen was also being chased and killed by the Bei Rong people. Several people supported each other and fled all the way. They found the traces of Ale Bu and quickly found them. The Bei Rong cavalry kept chasing them, and everyone realized that Li Xuanzhen was extraordinary.

After listening to Yang Nianxiang's narration, Yaoying asked softly: "How many brothers did you sacrifice?"

Yang Nianxiang's eyes were reddish, and he said a number in a deep voice.

One by one brothers fell by his side, they did not retreat, and kept heading east until they completed their mission. Those brothers will never come back.

Yaoying poured him a bowl of hot tea, looked around, and stared at everyone in the tent.

"They will not die in vain and will not be forgotten. Their names will always be engraved in everyone's hearts. Books will record their stories, and their heroic deeds will be passed on from generation to generation."

"We can't live up to their sacrifices. We have to fulfill their wishes. Only by regaining their homeland and returning to the Wei Dynasty can they comfort their heroic spirits and let their names be remembered by the world."

Everyone should be tearful.

Yaoying didn't leave immediately, but took paper and pen to write down the name and birthplace of the teenager in detail.

What she said just now was to calm people's hearts and relieve Yang Nianxiang's guilt in their hearts. In fact, the truth is that ordinary heroes are easily forgotten.

She wants to write them down.

She wrote down the names of the soldiers who had escorted her and their relatives and died silently before.

They are all her soldiers, her trilogy.

...

Yaoying returned to the camp, but Li Xuanzhen was still awake.

She wrote a few letters at the desk and processed some papers. Before she knew it, it was late at night, when the wind shouted outside, and the sound of the squally flapping flags echoed in the camp.

At night, Yuanjue sent some medicine for wounds and said: "The regent asked me to send it, which is better than the military doctor's."

Yaoying asked, "Where is the regent?"

"He is busy."

"When the regent is finished, please come over."

The predestined feeling should be, bring the words to you.

Half an hour later, footsteps came from outside the camp, and her black gloved hand lifted the felt curtain. Yaoying immediately put down the pen and got up to meet him: "The general came back alone?"

Tamara Gha nodded, and his eyes fell on Li Xuanzhen. He was lying on the blanket, sleeping where she usually sleeps, pale and still asleep.

Yaoying whispered: "General, he is the prince of Wei Dynasty Li Xuanzhen, my half-brother."

Tamara Gha was speechless for a while.

The candlelight in the tent shook.

After being silent for a long time, he asked: "Isn't he Li Zhongqian?"

"No." Yaoying shook her head, "General, he may know the whereabouts of my brother, and he is the prince of the Wei Dynasty. When he wakes up, I want to talk to him about attacking Beirong and regaining lost ground, so I have to He stayed in my tent to take care of him. Bei Rong’s territory spanned east and west. Regarding the loss of the other, he must be willing to unite with the royal court to attack Bei Rong’s eastern territories while the main force of Bei Rong is concentrated here."

She raised her eyes, "But this might disturb the general's rest."

Tamaraga found his blanket in the corner, moved it somewhere, still partitioned it with a long case, and left it empty on the other end.

He said: "It's okay."

Yaoying smiled at him, her eyes were not smiling, she was worried.

Tamara Gha asked: "Where is the princess?"

Yaoying patted the empty place beside the bookcase and said: "I sleep here, just spread the blanket."

While talking, she spread out the felt blanket, lay down, wrapped the blanket tightly, looked at the top of the tent, and stopped talking.

Tan Moroga frowned slightly, sat quietly in the candlelight for a while, then suddenly got up and went out.

"I have something to do, go out for a while, the princess doesn't have to wait for me, settle down earlier."

Yaoying uttered a loud voice and didn't ask much.

...

The night breeze is cold.

Tamaraga stood outside the camp, looking at the starry night sky, and a passage of scripture flashed in the sea of ​​knowledge.

All wonderful desires are like salt water, the more you enjoy, the more greed.

What is greed?

Princess Manda is glamorous and charming, with a graceful dancing posture. He has never been emotional, let alone sensual.

Beauty is withered, beauty and ugliness are just appearances.

But greed is not just lust.

He knew that Li Yaoying would leave after one year's expiry, and he should let it go.

Today, he discovered that she can leave at any time without having to wait for the end of the year.

From now on, she will never set foot in the royal court thousands of miles away.

She would put her heart to heart and enthusiasm for other people.

Tamara Gha slowly closed his eyes.

He remembered that on the day of the blessing ceremony, Li Yaoying folded her hands and prayed to him, the brilliant beam of light in front of the Buddhist temple was spilt on her, her eyes were pious and her eyes were smiling.

At that moment, an unexpected thought suddenly came up.

If she enters Buddhism, she is one of his thousands of believers... He hopes that her bright eyes can only look at him.

She should only believe in him.

He has greed.