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Volume 3: Smoke and Clouds of Weicheng Chapter 47: Dust-laden Memories (2)

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    Scenes from the past are constantly echoing in Yan Xichen's mind. Those familiar scenes seem to have happened yesterday, and they are still deeply remembered today.

    Gradually, a flood of memories kept coming, and it seemed that Yan Xichen was suddenly transported back to those chaotic years when he was just starting out.

    That year, the late autumn frost was tainted with the vicissitudes of the world, and the boundless fallen trees rustled down. Years of learning in the mountains finally achieved something. 14-year-old Yan Xichen bid farewell to his master with a longing for the world.  Leaving the mountains, entering the hustle and bustle of troubled times.

    Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Yan Xichen was like a sharp sword when he came into the world. In just a few months, he disrupted the entire world. His unparalleled temperament and his experienced swordsmanship that was completely inconsistent with his 14-year-old age  He quickly became famous in the world.

    However, in Yan Xichen's memory, it was the second year that he came into the world that made him truly famous. That year he was 15 years old, and that year was also the time when his young mind was cast a shadow.

    The military border town in the southeast of the Qin State, the place called Xudu, originally belonged to a country called Nanming. Before the rise of the Qin Dynasty, Nanming was also considered a powerful empire.

    However, after the rise of the Qin Dynasty, it began to fight continuously and expand its territory. In the end, it finally touched the interests of the neighboring overlord, Nanming.

    So, a battle between Nanming and Great Qin began in Xudu, a small town that was still affiliated with Nanming at the time. The battle involving hundreds of thousands of people was extremely brutal, and almost half of Xudu was burned down by the endless flames of war.

    In the end, after months of hard battles, the Qin Dynasty, under the leadership of Emperor Qin Yang and with the strong support of the Sword-Making Mohists, was able to annihilate the hundreds of thousands of Southern Ming troops on the open plain outside Xudu with a relatively small number of troops.

    Many years before this, Nanming was severely injured by the killing of the Western Chu general Wei Qiwu, and was thus squeezed out of the ranks of superpowers and reduced to a small and medium-sized country.

    After recuperating for many years, Nanming, which still had not regained its strength, was defeated by the Qin Empire. After this battle, Nanming no longer had strong troops and retreated across the board to defend Yanjing.

    After this battle, the morale of the Qin army was strong. Emperor Qin Yang and general Dong Limo led their troops to march all the way to the Nanming base camp and capital Yanjing.

    Emperor Ming Zhu Cihuan opened the city gates and threw all the officials to the ground to surrender. Prince Zhu Rong refused to surrender and led some ambitious people to resist and retreat all the way to the south. In the end, he was forced to stay in the southern Xinjiang, which was full of poisonous insects and swamp gas, and to stand on his own.  He became emperor and changed the country's name to Nanzhao.

    However, when Prince Zhu Rong retreated to southern Xinjiang, for the sake of his future great cause, he left a secret team of only 8 people in the capital Yanjing - the Jinyiwei.

    And these people have only one mission, and that is to assassinate Qin Yang and create chaos at all costs before he returns to Xianyang, the capital of Qin, in triumph. The leader of these eight people called Jinyiwei is Chu Chunhong.  His father was Chu Chuncheng, the commander of the Forbidden City who was known as the best master in the Southern Ming Dynasty.

    The reason why Yan Xichen and Chu Chunhong met was also at that time, when the defeat of the Southern Ming Dynasty was determined. Zhu Cihuan led Pingyuan Jun to retreat to Huaibei to take care of his old age, and the prince also retreated to southern Xinjiang. The war that lasted for several months ended with the entire Qin Dynasty.  The victory ended, thus laying the foundation for Qin, Western Chu, and Northern Han to jointly aspire to dominate the world.

    At that time, the war had calmed down, and the exhausted Qin army did not return to Xianyang immediately. Instead, they rested in Yanjing City, and the luxurious Daming Palace became Qin Yang's palace.

    Yan Xichen, who was 15 years old at the time, also served Da Qin with his close friends Dao Feng Kong Qiang and Kuai Jian Lin Guozhou because his master Chao Feng was originally a descendant of the Mohist family and came from the same sect as Master Qin Yang.  Identity became the emperor's close bodyguard.

    I still remember that it was a rainy evening in Yanjing in late autumn. Everything outside the Daming Palace was in decay. On the decadent streets, three or two pedestrians were walking feebly. The brick walls and rubble around them were full of traces of war.

    At that time, Yan Xichen, although he had achieved some achievements in martial arts at a young age, his mind was still as playful as other children. Therefore, whenever the shifts were changed in the heavily guarded Daming Palace at dusk, he liked to be alone in Daming Palace.  Wandering outside the palace.

    At that time, the Chunci Restaurant outside the Daming Palace was his only home. As a fledgling, he also yearned for a carefree life like in the mountains and playmates of similar age.

    However, due to his special status, others never regard him as a child in need of care. More often, when people of the same age think that he is acting like a spoiled child in the arms of his parents, he needs to pick up the sword at his waist.  To kill, to fight.

    Even his close friends Kong Qiang and Lin Guozhou, who fought together, only regarded him as a knight errant and a warrior on the battlefield. In addition to drinking and having fun every day, he also went on patrol.?, just talking about martial arts moves, so the young Yan Xichen was lonely, at least no one understood the weakness in his heart.

    Until that rainy evening, Chu Chunhong, who was only 16 years old at the time, came into his sight little by little, giving him an occasional glimmer of color in his otherwise gray world.

    That evening, after the young Yan Xichen took a shift, she said goodbye to Lin Guozhou and Kong Qiang as usual, and then wandered into Chunci Restaurant dejectedly, singing over wine alone.

    Regarding this noisy world, Yan Xichen was full of unknown curiosity at that time. Everything in this world was so novel in his heart, so novel that it seemed as if the wine was a little sweeter than in the mountains.

    After drinking one glass after another, the world in his eyes quickly became hazy, and as his swaying body continued to tremble, Yan Xichen enjoyed this feeling at that time. In a daze, it seemed like this  The world trembles for him.

    The sky outside the Spring Speech was full of gloomy clouds, and there were faint raindrops connected in a line, pouring down from the sky continuously, cleaning the thick smoke in Yanjing City.

    At that time, Yan Xichen didn¡¯t know that he was walking out of Spring Ci like this, and just wandered in a daze in the icy cold rain of late autumn. The icy rain made his drunken and groggy head slightly sober.

    Vaguely, in his blurred vision, he only felt a blurry white figure coming towards him, and then he fell on his back in the rain and became unconscious.

    When she woke up again, it was already the next morning. When Yan Xichen opened her heavy eyelids, Chu Chunhong's delicate and tender cheeks came into view.

    "Where am I?"

    "This is my home. My name is Chu Chunhong. You were drunk yesterday and you were lying in the heavy rain. Dad and I brought you back when we met. Don't move here. I'll bring you a bowl of sobering soup.  Sober up."

    Back then, the words they said when they met for the first time, which couldn't be simpler, were always kept in Yan Xichen's mind, and they were recalled in his mind at the right time.

    Although the general process is a bit blurry, Yan Xichen vaguely remembers that he had a very happy life that day. Perhaps it was the nature of a young man. At a young age, he had almost no scheming. Under Chu Chunhong's meticulous care and care,  Over time, he gradually developed an almost dependent trust in her.

    At that time, he didn't understand love at all. Even Yu Qingli, his childhood sweetheart in the mountains, only had a vague affection. However, Chu Chunhong, who was only one year older than him at the time, gave him a special kind of affection.  The feeling makes him very willing to share everything about himself with the other party.

    When leaving, Chu Chunhong sent him to the door affectionately. A strong man with scars on his face walked towards him. When he looked at Yan Xichen, the man's face revealed a vague murderous look.

    It was not until the other party died under his sword that Yan Xichen knew that this man was Chu Chunhong¡¯s father, Chu Chuncheng. During the offensive and defensive battle of Yanjing, both of Chu Chuncheng¡¯s disciples died under his sword.

    Until now, he still has not been able to understand why Chu Chuncheng saved him while he was drunk and lying under the pouring rain. Perhaps only the dead Chu Chuncheng knew all this.

    Since then, the lonely Yan Xichen suddenly became a lot more cheerful. He would play with Chu Chunhong every day, and Chu Chunhong would take him to all the fun places in Yanjing City every time.

    Sometimes, the world of a child is so simple and sincere. In the midst of playing and playing, as time goes by, the friendship between the two gradually becomes deeper and deeper without realizing it.

    Before you knew it, it was early winter. That night, on a low mountain on the outskirts of the city, Yan Xichen and Chu Chunhong sat side by side, looking at the chaotic snowflakes in front of them, neither of them spoke.

    The Qin army is about to return to Xianyang, and Yan Xichen's guard career is about to end. After that, he will return to Xicheng Mountain on the border of the Western Jin Dynasty, return to his master, and spend the whole winter.

    This night was also the last time the two met, so they both chose to be calm with a tacit understanding and spend the last night quietly in the snowy night.

    It was not until Dao Feng Kong Qiang found him covered in blood that the peaceful snow scene was broken. A sudden change occurred in the Daming Palace, and an unknown assassin assassinated Qin Yang. The life of the Emperor of Qin was in danger.

    Yan Xichen didn¡¯t say anything, didn¡¯t even look back at Chu Chunhong, and just followed the crazy swordsman Kong Qiang as he ran towards the Daming Palace in the snowy night.

    Who didn¡¯t notice that at the moment Yan Xichen left, a hint of sadness and regret flashed through Chu Chunhong¡¯s deep black eyes.

    When Yan Xichen arrived, the guards of the Daming Palace had surrounded the eight assassins. However, these assassins were extremely powerful at the moment. Even though they were surrounded, they were still pressing forward step by step towards Lin who was guarding Qin Yang.Guozhou launched a fierce offensive.

    Looking at Lin Guozhou, who had two broken ribs, still guarding Qin Yang, Yan Xichen felt an inexplicable anger rising in his heart, leading him to draw his sword and rush into the battle.

    Outnumbered, as the Qin army continued to join the battle group, the eight assassins consumed more and more physical strength. In the end, except for a big man who used a giant sword to escape, they all died under Yan Xichen's sword.  Yan Xichen also paid the price with thirty-six injuries all over his body.

    Outside the Daming Palace, Chu Chunhong roared feebly, and the escaped man was dragged into the palace. The last moment, his father Chu Chuncheng died in the palace, and the man he saved died.  Little boy hands.

    Half a month later, when the army marched to Xudu, Qin Yang was assassinated again. When Yan Xichen pursued the assassin to the edge of the Yellowstone Cliff, the sharp sword energy sliced ??open the assassin's thin black gauze scarf, and Chu Chunhong  That pale and desolate face was fixed in the depths of his memory.

    "Put away your pitiful pity, I don't care about it." Chu Chunhong jumped off the cliff with a loud voice. Her decisive voice continued to echo in the valley. It also carved a shadow on Yan Xichen's young body and mind, and also carved a mark on her.  Chu Chunhong felt a trace of guilt.
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