Yan Weier felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her hand holding the copper plate was cold and cold.
Sometimes, a little wrong judgment can lead to the annihilation of the entire army, and she made a big mistake. She had the upper hand for too long, thinking that everything was under her control, but it was better to stay calm and stay out of the situation.
From being captured to staying on her own initiative, even when Ji Lianbienuo came to rescue her late at night, she was rejected. She was once full of confidence and felt that she had all the opportunities.
Revealing military intelligence, disturbing the morale of the troops with homesick poems, revealing the location of food and fodder... seems to be perfect, but the things that should be paid most attention to are ignored.
With her instinct of observing faces, she actually ignored every flaw that she should have been alert to.
Who is playing tricks on whom? Who is controlling whom?
For a moment, she felt that Feng Chuyang had changed, and his sullenness had disappeared, replaced by frankness, so she no longer hated him, and decided to let go of her hatred, not caring about the past and regard the past as nothing in the past.
Obviously, this was her wishful thinking. She deceived him along the way, but also deceived some of her own knowledge. In the end, she thought of human nature too perfectly.
A few hours ago, she said to Feng Chuyang, "If you let go of your obsession and look at more beautiful things, you will have a better feeling. The country is not the only one."
Because I was leaving, I wanted to persuade him one last time to let go of his obsession.
Her thoughts were like the breeze and the bright moon, or the snow lotus blooming on the iceberg, but she ignored his repeated questions about whether she could marry him.
Even her wish to eat at the same table until death of old age was taken away by her with one word.
And his questioning and wish are the sword hidden with poison.
Yan Wei'er raised the camp tent. The night was dark, and the stars and moon were hidden in the clouds. She wanted to go out for a walk, but was stopped by the guard: "The third prince has an order that no one is allowed to go out."
Yan Wei'er retreated silently, turned her face to face Jasmine's flustered expression, and felt sad for a moment. In an instant, dozens or hundreds of ways to send a message to Jilian Bino came to mind, but none of them were feasible.
Their freedom was restricted. Even if Anu went out, based on Feng Chuyang's calculations, various mechanisms would have been set up to deal with Anu.
It was a dead end. How could Yan Weier be willing to let Anu take part in the danger even though she knew it was dangerous, and then watch it die in front of her?
The candlelight was full, and Yan Wei'er's shadow shone on the curtain of the tent, which was particularly desolate. This time, she was even more helpless than the first time she was captured by Feng Chuyang's design.
Jasmine and Anu stood aside, not daring to express their anger, and stared at Yan Weier nervously.
Time passed little by little, and the air solidified little by little.
Yan Wei'er suddenly laughed, her eyes flashing with calmness and determination: "Moli, you silly girl, I told you to go home but you refused and insisted on staying with me to die. Now, you can't go back even if you want to.
Already."
Seeing that Yan Wei'er was acting out of character, Jasmine knew that a disaster was imminent and that Madam had made up her mind, so she immediately relaxed and knelt down on one leg: "Jasmine will never regret it."
This is the salute that soldiers give to generals. My wife is a general, and she is a soldier.
"Only if we attack early can we warn Bie Nuo not to step into this trap." Yan Weier casually threw the copper plate in her hand that was almost watery on the table.
Feng Chuyang's last feint attack was not to cover the evacuation of the army, but to design a trap. The real battlefield was actually their camp.
The camp is surrounded by mountains and lush forests, with layers of leaves hiding the tents.
Yan Weier touched Anu's head, thought for a while, then smiled, but with an apologetic look on her face: "Anu, you are so kind. But I always let you run away with me."
Anu was lying at Yan Wei'er's feet, his tail wagging happily and lightly.
"Jasmine, please bring my piano." Yan Wei'er's beautiful face was calm and leisurely. Even the last trace of worry was gone, but the dark eyes were filled with layers of waves.
Jasmine followed the instructions and placed the piano on the long table.
Soul-destroying song.
With the sound of the piano, there is no way out. Yan Wei'er once thought that she would never be able to use this piece of music again, but she didn't expect that it was inevitable in the end.
Just like when soldiers meet each other, forcing the wind to force Chuyang to show up with a dagger. Only in this way can Ji Lian and Bie Nuo be kept safe.
Yan Weier, wearing a elegant snow dress, was sitting in front of the table. As she moved her delicate hands, the music played melodiously. Her eyes were calm, neither happy nor sad.
Two shiny black horses were hidden in the darkness, and two men in black dismounted and hid behind a big tree.
The sound of the piano is soul-stirring, lingering around the camp like an evil spirit.
The scene was strange and inexplicable. The guards near the camp were all lying on the ground in a mess, with ferocious expressions and unbearable pain.
A man in black whispered: "Did Wei'er also discover the trap?"
The other person seemed extremely sad and did not answer.
The man in black who spoke tapped a few acupuncture points on the other person's body, and then whispered a few words in his ear. Seeing that his breath was getting smoother, he said: "Fortunately, Uncle Xu taught me the method of breaking the soul song, otherwise, we
He will also be killed by Wei'er's Soul-Dead Song."
It was Jilianbino who spoke. He was teasing with a bit of pride, but then became serious again: "What do you want Wei'er to do?"
Another person breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "This soul-breaking song is really life-threatening. Fortunately, we arrived early, otherwise Wei'er would have to fight Feng Chuyang to the end with our own strength. This song is very consuming, and in the end it can only drag on."
It takes a while."
"San'er, let's go in first. She doesn't want to fight to the end, but she wants to make some noise and prevent me from stepping into this trap." Ji Lianbino said, taking the lead to walk out of the bushes, crossing over with Mr. Qin and falling to the ground.
The guards on the ground got into the camp.
Yan Wei'er was still playing music when she saw two men in black coming in. They were not disturbed by the sound of the piano. She was shocked. When she looked at it carefully, she felt sad and happy at the same time. She still didn't stop holding her hands.
The Song of Souls is like the waves of the sea, turbulent and turbulent. But Yan Weier was obviously weak and exhausted, and was dripping with cold sweat.
Jasmine stood aside and kept wiping the cold sweat on Madam's forehead with a towel. She didn't bother to salute Jilian Bino, and she couldn't tell whether she was saved or whether everyone had fallen into Feng Chuyang's trap.
"Wei'er, stop." An anxious flame sprang up in Jilianbino's heart, so urgently: "Quick, stop, Wei'er, if this goes on, you won't be able to bear it."
"As soon as we stop, Feng Chuyang's soldiers and horses will surround us. At that time, none of us can leave." Yan Weier's voice trembled: "Bie Nuo, you shouldn't have come. I can't do anything else.
This is the only way to remind you that this is a trap." There was a long sigh at the end of the voice: "You are here after all."
"Zheng!" The sound of the piano was broken by Jilian Bino.
Without further ado, Jilianbino destroyed her strings directly: "We must leave immediately while it's dark..."
Yan Wei'er stopped being stubborn and stood up. Her eyesight went dark for a while. Fortunately, Ji Lianbienuo held her with his hand, so she didn't faint. She weakly smiled at Young Master Qin: "Brother Qin Third, you're here too."
The Third Master of Qin smiled slightly and said calmly: "Bie Nuo doesn't trust you, so I chose this moment to come here. Silly girl, how long will you keep trying? To save all the people from the fire and water, you have to save yourself first.
"
Yan Weier said in shock: "I shouldn't have been in such a situation. I was careless."
"Let's go." Jilian Bino half-supported and half-armed Yan Wei'er out of the tent, and the group walked towards the big tree under the cover of night.
The fallen guards were still unconscious and no one woke up.
There was a hint of fish belly white in the distant sky, and the wind brought a cool feeling. The black horse hiding under the big tree was well hidden by the umbrella-like branches and leaves of the big tree.
It's very quiet, too quiet.
Ji Lembino nodded to Qin's Third Young Master, who immediately launched Qinggong and rushed towards each camp at an extremely fast speed.
"Feng Chuyang will not be in the camp anymore." Yan Wei'er's voice sounded strangely cold and trembling: "Bie Nuo, if my guess is right, there are already soldiers and horses ambushing around the camp, Feng Chu
Yang's withdrawal of troops is false, but using me as bait to lure you into a trap is true."
"Bah bang bang..." Not far away, a group of people walked out from under another big tree. The leader walked over while clapping his hands.
The applause sounded extremely harsh in the silent night.
Yan Wei'er couldn't help but hold Ji Lianbeino's hand tightly, and saw the man getting closer and closer, stopping leisurely a few feet away. He was dressed in new clothes, a dark red gold silk noble purple robe, and a
Wearing a black cloak and hair tied with a golden crown, he looks handsome and handsome.
Before Feng Chuyang could speak, the first beam of fire lit up on the top of the mountain. Then, as if blown by the wind, a prairie fire lit up the top of the mountain one by one. Soon, the fire on the top of the mountain connected together to form a huge
Encirclement.
At the same time, an almost invisible gray dot also exploded in the night.
"Ji Lian Bino, what a pleasure it is to meet you." Feng Chuyang spoke slowly, his tone full of hatred.
Jilenbino glanced at the extinguishing fires on all sides, lowered his head and said softly: "Wei'er, luckily it's not dawn yet, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see such beautiful fires." He didn't deliberately raise his voice, but still
These words reached Feng Chuyang's ears clearly.
Yan Wei'er suddenly laughed loudly: "No, this reminds me of the torches in the Jipal battle. It's so beautiful."
The two of them spoke to each other without taking anyone else seriously, and only focused on reminiscing about their past.
The fire on the mountain slowly tightened in a snake shape, just like making dumplings, wrapping several people into dumplings.
After a long time, Ji Lianbeino said loudly to Feng Chuyang: "Has the Third Prince's troops been displayed?"
Feng Chuyang didn't say anything, just stared at Yan Wei'er's face.
The sky became lighter again, and the slightly lit sky faded away from the harshness of the firelight.
"Feng Chuyang, did the soul-breaking song just now sound good?" Yan Wei'er smiled half-heartedly, obviously asking Feng Chuyang what to say, but casually patted the dirt off Jilian Bino's body, bit by bit, gently and pleasantly:
"I originally thought that I no longer had to play this piece of music for you. But I didn't expect that in the end, I still had to play this piece of music."
"Miss Wei's talent is indeed unparalleled in the world." Feng Chuyang gritted his teeth with hatred, and the sad and sad music in Dongyue City was still in his ears.
Unexpectedly, the sound of the soul-breaking song captured people's soul. Thinking about it this way, this woman could have left peacefully long ago.