Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

The sounds of shouting and killing constantly came from every corner of the border city. The people in the city couldn't get out, but this battle was rather strange. They only heard the sounds but not saw anyone. The people were terrified but couldn't explain why. They said it wasn't a fight because there were soldiers clashing swords under the city wall, but they didn't know how many people died. However, they didn't care how many people died, as long as the city gate wasn't breached and the people of Beiming Country didn't enter. What else mattered,Fu ZiMo brought Qin LuoYan to stay quietly in the inn for a few days. He didn't speak, and Qin LuoYan didn't ask. She only noticed that as the days went by, more and more carrier pigeons arrived in the courtyard. Those carrier pigeons flew in from all directions, carrying unintelligible words and handwriting. Fu ZiMo’s daily work was to constantly read letters and reply to them.,The two knelt before Xiao Fan's grave for a long time, their backs straight, yet still giving off a mournful feeling. It wasn't until the sun emerged from behind the mountain peak, its rays filtering through the branches of the peach blossom tree and falling upon the two figures, that the air of sorrow lessened by a fraction.。