I know I was wrong

Xu Yan stood on the cliff with a blank face, wearing black clothes, red lotus sleeves, a cape, and a bow in his hand.

A few days ago, the father-in-law by Yan Qing's side hoped to find him and give him benefits, but he wanted him to put a cold arrow here and now.

——It was directed at Yan Shirong.

The benefits he said were too tempting, it was all Xu Yan's wishful thinking.Pingwang said that the emperor would allow him to take over the Honglian Division after the matter was completed.

Speaking of which, Yan Qing really counted every step exactly, closely linked, even figured out when the horse would be startled, when the two would jump the carriage, and led them here step by step.

Xu Yan called Xue Cuo, and Xue Cuo must have let down his vigilance when he heard the familiar voice. At the same time, Xu Yan shot an arrow, but it was not aimed at Xue Cuo—because Yan Qing said, Xue Cuo would lean forward to block him.

"If Xiao Liu doesn't follow my wishes, someone will be punished because of him."

——And I wanted to see how Xue Cuo was betrayed by the people around him. "

At this time, Xu Yan's back was shady, and then he felt scared, what a terrible king, what a precise calculation.

Xue Cuo relied on the tree to borrow strength and barely supported it.

Four years ago, he knew that Xu Yan would be a ruthless person, so he kept Xu Yan by his side and supported him all the way as his deputy, teaching him how to ride and shoot swords, but unexpectedly he bit him back.

Xu Yan's archery technique was still taught by him, piercing Yang with a hundred steps, and the arrows were shot without fail, but he didn't want to shoot into his chest one day.

"Tibetan jade... Tibetan jade..." Yan Shirong was flustered, and firmly grabbed Xue Cuo's arm to help him stabilize his figure.

Xue Cuo used his strength to stabilize his body, grasped the arrow with five fingers, pulled it out forcefully, and flung it hard on the ground.

Blood splattered.

Yan Shirong exclaimed, feeling his heart was bleeding.

Xue Cuo gently rubbed the back of his hand to comfort him, but unexpectedly, it was stained with blood, and Yan Shirong's eyes were wet.

Xue Cuo took Yan Shirong by the hand, gritted his teeth and walked towards Xu Yan, looked at him contemptuously, but said nothing.

His gait was not slowed down by the pain, it was a consistent pace, even if it was a little heavy at this time, it was not revealed in front of others.

Xu Yan was extremely guilty by Xue Cuo's look, his legs were heavy, but he couldn't take a step to stop him.

Xue Cuo and Xu Yan passed by, and then walked away step by step without stopping.

Xu Yan hurriedly turned his head, Ren Yan and Xue Cuo went far away.

If it weren't for the blood splattered everywhere, no one would have been able to tell that Xue Cuo was hit by an arrow just now, and then pulled out the arrow so resolutely just by looking at his back.

Xu Yan didn't chase after him, he didn't have the face to do so.

He didn't even have the face to call Xue Cuo "Master Commander" again.

After all, he betrayed Xue Cuo for his wishful thinking.

Even if it wasn't him, someone else would do it.

Even if he missed that arrow on purpose, it couldn't hurt Xue Cuo's life.

The cold wind was bitter, and a soft "I'm sorry" fell into the north wind at some point.

Yan Qing was reviewing the memorial in the Anmin Hall, and the vassal kings were so angry that they asked someone to question them.With Yan Qing's ink brush down, with just a few words, he has completely chosen himself.

Ping Wang came over with Yun Pian Cake, and said: "The emperor is really good at predicting things, Xu Yan really let Xue Cuo go."

Yan Qing lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and ate a piece of cloud cake. This cake was soft and sweet, but it was made by Yan Shirong who used to pester the small kitchen every day in the palace.Yan Qing ate it for five years in a row, but he didn't think there was anything special about this pastry, it was even worse than when Yan Shirong was in the palace.

But it has become a habit for him to drink tea and eat cloud cakes when reviewing papers, but he is too lazy to change it.

Pingwang poured another cup of tea for Yan Qing and said, "They have fled to a farmer in Zhuliu Village now, will the emperor send troops to capture them?"

Yan Qing closed the folder, his eyes were bent, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, only when he suffers outside will he know what's going on at home."

Pingwang nodded: "Then how should Xu Yan deal with it?"

Yan Qing took a bite of the cloud cake, but the young emperor's thoughts were as deep as the sea: "Let him sit in the position of commander, I really want to see, when that person goes back, he will occupy the magpie's nest, and the red dove will occupy the magpie's nest." What kind of situation is Lian Si?"

Pingwang retreated, and arranged for a group of people to go to Zhuliu Village.

Yan Shirong took Xue Cuo for a long, long journey, and when they got down, they were rescued by kind people, and temporarily settled in a farmer's house in Zhuliu Village.

Nian Feng, the owner of this farm family, is an honest and kind man. Seeing that Xue Cuo was seriously injured, he went to the village to ask a grandmother with some medical skills to treat him.

It's just that my grandmother only treated the villagers for wind and cold. It was the first time I saw such a serious injury, so I asked Nian Feng to go to the mountain to pick some herbs for Xue Cuo to stop pain and stop bleeding and apply it first.

Xue Cuo was in a coma for several days, with a persistent high fever. He was chanting Yan Shirong's name, and his hands were holding him tightly, and no one could break it.

When Nian Feng came in to deliver the meal, he saw this scene, and suddenly understood the relationship between the two, the dark man blushed.

"Eat... It's time to eat!" As soon as the plate was put down, he rushed out embarrassedly.

But after all, he didn't ask any questions. Looking at Xue Cuo's bloody wound, he couldn't help feeling worried.

Yan Shirong didn't know what to eat these days, wishing that he had suffered this injury, seeing Xue Cuo was seriously injured and comatose, his heart was crushed like a glass bead in his hand, and the shattered glass slag was held in the palm of his hand, causing scars all over his hand .

Nian Feng scratched his head and thought about something: "I don't know if Grandma's medicine will work, so let's just leave it at that, and I'll buy him some more medicine when I go to the city tomorrow."

Yan Shirong thanked her repeatedly, and took off the blood jade and Nianfeng from her waist.

Unexpectedly, Nianfeng didn't answer, his stubbled face flushed red: "I... I didn't save you for this!"

"But it takes money to get the medicine, not to mention that I stay with him at Brother Nian's house, and we need money for everything like food and drink."

Nian Feng still didn't pick it up, thought for a long time, looked at Yan Shirong's gorgeous brocade even if it was stained with dirt, and couldn't help asking: "Is it... all the young masters and young ladies in your capital are like this?"

"How are they?"

Nian Feng didn't say anything more, and went out to feed the cows.

The next day, Nian Feng bought medicine for Xue Cuo and went to suffer.

Yan Shirong watched how Nianfeng made the medicine in the kitchen, and quietly remembered it in his heart.Next time, he will boil medicine for Xue Cuo.

Day by day, his little white face looked like a dirty kitten, and when he wiped it with the back of his hand, the black spots got bigger and bigger.

The farmhouse was neither spacious nor warm, and when the wind blew, the broken windows creaked and filled with wind.But even so, when Yan Shirong fed Xue Cuo medicine, he suddenly felt a sense of home.After feeding the medicine, Yan Shirong started to cough again, with blood on the corner of his mouth.

Nian Feng saw it, and quickly handed him water, Yan Shirong thanked him with a pale face.

Nian Feng felt that the young master in front of him was not much better than the one on the bed.

When Yan Shirong stopped coughing, Nian Feng couldn't help asking him: "Is that your friend?"

A man in the country is so straightforward when he speaks, and a word of friendship is worth a thousand strands of love in his heart.

Yan Shirong thought about it carefully, chewing the word over and over in his mouth, it was the first time that he thought it was so beautiful.

He nodded hastily and said, "Yes."

With bright eyes, he said, "It's my girlfriend."

"But the family members stopped and escaped from the house?"

"Ah."

Nian Feng touched his eyes and smiled softly: "Very good, very good." Then he said nothing.

When grandma came to visit Xue Cuo at night, she found that the wound was healing, so she felt relieved.Grandma also brought a bowl of chicken soup, saying it was to nourish Xue Cuo's body.

Yan Shirong was amazed that the folk customs here were so simple, and was very moved for a moment.

Grandma looked at Yan Shirong lovingly, thinking of her grandson who died young.

Grandma asked him: "You are from the capital, right?"

Yan Shirong nodded.

Grandma said: "The capital is so far away from here, it's not easy for you to bring him all the way here. Don't worry here, Ah Feng is destined for you, and you can stay as long as you want."

Yan Shirong still couldn't help asking: "Why is brother Nian so kind to us?"

Grandma sighed, "He, a few years ago, he also rescued a noble lady from Beijing. The two of them were consensual, and they were destined for life. It's a pity that someone from that person's family came to pick her up, and she went back to herself. the phoenix's nest,"

Yan Shirong understood.

While talking, Nian Feng came in, pretending to be angry: "Grandma, you're talking about me behind my back."

Grandma smiled and left, entreating, "You must eat the chicken."

Yan Shirong nodded repeatedly.

Seeing that Xue Cuo's complexion was no longer so pale, Nian Feng was relieved, "The medicine is still effective."

He wore the coarse cloth clothes that Nian Feng found out for him, held the medicine he had boiled, brought it to Xue Cuo, and fed it to Xue Cuo spoon by spoon, occasionally coughing to cover up the blood.He thought, when Xue Cuo woke up, such a day didn't seem so bad.

However, after leaving Beijing for a few days, the Great Wei Palace and Sihua Lane seemed to be a matter of his previous life in his heart.

"Did you go to the capital to find that noble girl later?"

Nian Feng picked up Caicai's hand, and he was full of thoughts for a moment, knowing who he was talking about.

Yan Shirong explained: "Grandma told me."

Nianfeng laughed at himself: "I did, it was my wishful thinking. Later she got married, married to the son of an official, and her life was always perfect."

Yan Shirong stopped talking.

Nian Feng stood up, turned his back, and let out a heavy sigh——

"I thought I would feel better when I said this, but I didn't. When her family came to find her that day, I didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and let her be taken back to Beijing. But afterward, I thought about her and felt very sad. I exchanged all the livestock in the family for a horse, and rode into Beijing. She asked me why I let her be taken away, but I couldn't answer a word. She asked me to take her away, but I couldn't move. Because I thought that letting her go home and live a life of luxury and luxury was the best thing I could give her."

"What then?"

"Later, she was forced by her family to marry the son of an official. On the day she got married, she committed suicide at home with a glass of poisoned wine." Nian Feng's eyes were moist, "I did something wrong... If I had known that she would commit suicide at home, I would have killed myself just now. When I enter the capital, I will take her away—no, I will hold her hand tightly when her family finds me. I always do what I think is right, I think I am treating her well, but I don’t know that she Just want to be with me..."

Yan Shirong's heart was dulled, and suddenly he seemed to understand something, and was about to speak, when Xue Cuo's weak voice came from the other end, as if he was asking for water.

Yan Shirong walked up to Xue Cuo with a glass of water, and Nian Feng smiled: "Then I won't bother you."

Yan Shirong thanked him earnestly, but Nian Feng didn't say anything more.Walking to his own room, he took out the Bu Yao that he hadn't given away, and gently rubbed it on his cheek.

Pushing open the window, the white moonlight fell on the ground.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the wifi and the little girl's fat house water!

Thanks to Lei who is super fierce, honest, and hardcore fan!

Decided to change the copywriting guide, although I don’t think it’s [at all] cruel, but if you say it’s cruel, let’s do it qaq