Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

Guang, hooked the corners of his lips to reveal a smile, raised his head and looked at him and said.

"General, after watching the sand table for so long, take a rest."

Hearing that what he said was not the two words he said just now, but he used a general who was similar to the commander-in-chief, Murong Chui no longer opened his mouth to correct the man in front of him who had been with him since he was a child, and when he went to the battlefield, he would not correct him again. The young man who became his lieutenant general and even his best friend, had a very faint smile on his lips, and shook his head with a little helplessness, and turned his eyes from him to the map behind him again, looking at the map behind him. When touching the ink color, it suddenly became obscure and difficult to distinguish.

Seeing him watching, subconsciously grabbing the cup of cold tea in his hand that had been sitting for a long time, Xiao Jingchu immediately picked up the cup of tea he brought and handed it to him, and immediately took the cup of cold tea away with his other hand, Turn around and go out of the tent.

"Drink this cup. I just went out to burn it. This cup is cold. I'll pour it."

"Brother." Before he could take two steps, the voice behind him suddenly sounded again, with a touch of gentleness, "You are my friend, not a servant, so there is no need to do such things again. "

Hearing his soft voice, Xiao Jingchu clenched the teacup in his hand and lowered his head, he could hardly hide his expression, but his tone was still so calm: "It's so late, there are only those big bosses outside, even though I am a general My friend is also the general's lieutenant general, it's nothing to take care of me once or twice, the general is still being polite to me?"

After getting out of the tent as if escaping, he poured out the tea in the teacup in his hand. Xiao Jingchu hid in the dark under the handsome tent for a long time before his face was completely stiffened by the cold wind. Looking at the map again, he was leaning on the table and lowering his head to look carefully at the sand map. There was still half of the hot tea in hand, but the lid of the cup was casually thrown aside, allowing the remaining half cup of hot tea to radiate heat.

Xiao Jingchu walked slowly to his side, picked up the lid of the cup and put it on again, not daring to look at him again, just looked at Shatu in front of him with him, and said again: "This is the strategy for dealing with the Xiongnu. Many days have passed, and you still haven't figured it out?"

Murong Chui stared closely at the military flag on the sand table, and didn't raise his head just after hearing the words, but his dark brown eyes deepened in the darkness, he paused every word when he spoke, and his tone was calm with murderous intent.

"When my father was in Anguo, the Xiongnu joined forces with the Dajin Wuya clan to eat away at our Dajin border. These people were fearless and extremely fierce. Ordinary Dajin soldiers were no match for them regardless of their size or force. After so many years I finally beat them to this bitter cold place, although it is considered a victory, this time I have already made a plan, but I don't want to just beat them back, I want to wipe them all out without leaving any traces!"

The whisper of that person resounded in his ears, Xiao Jingchu couldn't help but turned his head, looking at those eyes that shone with deep understanding of light, and his face that looked more and more handsome under the moonlight, Xiao Jingchu bit his teeth in an instant. lips, resisting the unstoppable clamor in his heart at this moment, trying to force a smile to echo the words of the person in front of him, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a word.

As if aware of the lengthy silence of the people around him, Murong Chui straightened up suddenly, his eyes turned to Xiao Jingchu's drooping face, his brows were wrinkled, his slender fingers raised and grabbed his wrist, although there was no expression on his handsome face, his expression was The meaning of inquiry is revealed: "First brother? What's the matter?"

Xiao Jingchu was caught off guard by his wrist, only to feel that the scorching heat in his palm penetrated through his clothes, almost making his whole body tremble, he finally hooked the corners of his lips pretending to be calm, but lowered his voice, Still vaguely hoarse: "It's okay... Maybe it's because I haven't been able to reach a conclusion in the past few days. I just looked at the sand table and felt dizzy. It must be okay."

"Your complexion is not good." Murong Chui looked carefully at the half face that was beautiful but exceptionally pale and was hidden by the drooping hair.

, the eyebrows subconsciously frowned even tighter, and pulled him a little harder, and said in a deep voice, "If you are tired, you don't have to come and accompany me

"

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Xiao Jingchu heard that there seemed to be blame for his coming in his tone, and he raised his face regardless of other things, and couldn't help explaining in a panic in his heart: "General, I'm fine, don't worry..."

But before he could finish his words, the hand holding his wrist pulled and pulled him. Xiao Jingchu felt his eyes blur, and the man pulled him to sit on the bed made of fur beside the sand table. On the bed, he pressed his shoulders to make him lie down, and before he could respond, he pulled up the brocade quilt on it, and his handsome face was slightly drooped so that he couldn't see clearly.

"Sleeping in the handsome tent today, don't open your eyes."

Xiao Jingchu was lying in that mass of soft fur, with the peculiar smell of fur coming from his nose, mixed with a faint scent of sandalwood, his body, which was already extremely stiff, suddenly relaxed, and Murong Chui let Murong Chui hold the quilt Tuck him in tightly, only those eyes that were glazed in color under the candlelight, had been staring closely at the person who covered him with the quilt, suddenly there was a faint mist, and the tone was still as indifferent as a cloud of smoke, very good It concealed the almost crazy and obsessive love deep in his eyes.

"...Yes, General."

[-]. Where to live at the end of the world

Murong Chengxi.

This name is the magic of his life.

In the endless darkness, he stumbled alone on the path made of stone slabs. His body was dripping with blood and he was almost cold. His trembling fingertips stretched out in front of him, but a sudden warmth came from behind him, and he turned around with difficulty. Come and take a look, I saw that handsome and cold face illuminated by the moonlight, before I could hold my breath, my warm lips pressed down, and the blood-stained clothes fell one by one, and the hot skin rubbed against him, covering him. The two words that cannot be spit out from the throat.

"...Cherish the past...Cherish...the past..."

The violent wind passed by his ears, and he slowly opened his glazed eyes, staring at the blue-gray oilcloth above his head for a long time, then slowly raised his upper body, only to feel that his whole body was already drenched in cold sweat, and the place on his body It was even more indescribably cold and sticky, and it felt as if the bones had been taken away from my whole body, and I couldn't exert any strength.

Since I fell asleep in the handsome tent that day, and when I woke up the next day, I found that I was hugged by that person, and the sleeping face of that person was close at hand, today is already the seventh day.

After that day, I went back to him and rested in my own tent, but I started to have this dream every day, such as being chased and killed by that person in my dream yesterday, and then I was rescued by that person, and that person was entangled with my skin. endless situation.

I don't know whether it's too longing, or like the man said, he is really tired and sick.

The embers of the dream seemed to have not faded away. Whenever he thought of that person, he could not help but feel hot all over. Xiao Jingchu closed his eyes a little dejectedly, not wanting to move a single finger, and then lay down again in the ice-cold bed. In the quilt, in a short while, the eyes are white and black, and they are immersed in the dark and boundless dream again.

When he first met that person, he was just a child less than ten years old.

In the dark and damp back alley, he huddled in a corner in ragged clothes, silently bit his lips and endured the fists and feet that were thrown at him, obediently and without any resistance—in fact, although he had already passed his tenth birthday, because of He and his mother had been skipping three meals a day for many years in the mansion, and he was extremely thin and weak. Whenever a fist landed on him, his eyes would turn black, and his ears would be buzzing.

He was about to be beaten to death by them... That's fine, anyway, except for his dead mother, he has nothing to worry about in this world.

Anyway, living and being hated by others is worse than just dying like this——

Thinking of this, he let go of his pale lips, allowing the blood in his hair to slide down his pale face. After he lost the consciousness of survival, the painful feeling of madness seemed to be gone too. After a while, my eyes turned black, and I couldn't even hear the curses that came with the cold wind.

"Bitch born of a bitch!"

"Kill you! Let you steal!"

"Bitch, why don't you hang yourself like your bitch mother!"

Just when there was darkness in front of his eyes, he lay dying on the cold stone slab, allowing those people to trample on him, and even hit him with stones to almost die, suddenly there was a cold light flashing, and several exclamations It sounded almost at the same time as the muffled sound, and he didn't feel the final darkness for a long time. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked towards the direction of the alley.

The moment he opened his eyes, a pair of pure white embroidered gold boots, and a white hem with moiré patterns, were illuminated by the only moonlight in the alley, and the cold and deep voice of the young man , Instantly covered the howling cold wind.

"roll!"

His whole body was numb with pain, and he couldn't lift his strength at all. He could only stare blankly at the corner of the clothes in front of him, and subconsciously traced the beautiful cloud pattern in his heart, until one hand suddenly lifted his collar, After examining it as if picking up a piece of rag, another young boy's helpless voice followed.

"Brother, this child has been beaten so badly that he looks like he is going to die, what should we do?"

The person who lifted him up by the collar was a young man who looked a few years older than him and was dressed in a light blue brocade robe. The young man had a fair and handsome face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the smile on his lips was somewhat evil. Every now and then, his eyeballs looked up and down at him, as if thinking of some bad idea in his heart, until his eyes subconsciously passed over a red line on his arm that could not be covered by the old clothes, then suddenly his fingers trembled, and he suddenly called out. stand up.

"Brother, wow! He's not a boy, he's a twin!"

He had no strength to respond to the scream of the young man in front of him, but the hand that was holding his collar suddenly let go, and his weak body couldn't use any strength, so he could only watch helplessly as he was about to fall back again, and he couldn't help closing it again in desperation. The eyes fell into a warm embrace the next moment, and the cold boy's voice sounded again: "It's not a monster, what is it called!"

Warm arms wrapped around his icy body, and easily hugged his whole body. He couldn't help but slowly opened his eyes, but he caught sight of the extremely handsome young man like a jade carving under the moonlight. He subconsciously held his breath, almost thinking that he saw a fairy in the sky.

While he was staring at the boy in white who was hugging him, the younger boy beside him seemed a lot more anxious, and he was walking around with a folding fan in his hand, muttering, looking a little nervous: " I always thought it was a boy, how could it be twins, this is wrong!"

"Don't be afraid." The young man in white glanced at Yaodi who was in an inexplicable state again, with a hint of helplessness in his brows and eyes, and lowered his head to see the person whose body was barely covered by the clothes in his arms, but his exposed skin was covered with scars. Pat's eyes showed a bit of pity, and he tried to soften his voice, "Close your eyes."

Even though that voice was as cold as ice and snow, he was still nostalgic for that warm embrace and strong arms, and closed his eyes little by little as if bewitched.

Before waking up again, he smelled a faint scent of sandalwood, and the skin under his body was pressed against the warm and soft bedding, and a completely unfamiliar, soft and calm voice came from his ears.

"The child found in the back alley of the Xiao family in the inner city?"

The cold boy's voice replied: "Yes, mother and father."

The moment the voice rang next to his ears, his heart suddenly moved, and after a very difficult struggle, he barely opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on a very luxurious bed that he had never seen before. On the big bed, sitting beside the bed was a man dressed in dark purple women's double clothes, with only a peony jade hairpin tied up in his hair, and a man with an indescribably beautiful face and a bit of nobility. The boy in white who carried him back had a respectful expression.

"You're awake." Realizing that he was awake, the man stopped what he had just said, with a smile on his lips, and whispered to the young man beside him, "Chui'er, pick him up."

The boy in white answered yes in a low voice, and immediately sat beside him and helped him to sit up.

"Your clothes are torn and you can't wear them anymore. Fortunately, you are tall in the old clothes of the children in the family, so I let you wear old clothes for the time being." The man picked up the jade bowl full of soup, The curvature of the corners of the lips is very gentle, "Most of the injuries on the body are skin trauma,

Although you didn't suffer any internal injuries, but you look too thin, drink this bowl of ginseng soup before leaving. "

He wanted to take the bowl and drink it himself, but he really didn't have the strength in his body, so he had to be fed one mouthful at a time, he was stiff and cramped, and almost choked.

After finally finishing a bowl of ginseng soup, he finally gained some strength. Before he could ask where he was, the young man in white who had been supporting him behind him suddenly said, "Mother and father?"

The man in front of him raised his eyebrows slightly, and a ray of light flashed in those black jade-like eyes, and he looked at the boy in white: "Why, you don't want him to go?"

He noticed that the people behind him were silent for a moment, and after a while, he lowered his voice to argue. Although his voice was still clear and cold, he could vaguely feel the worry in his words: "He's still hurt."

"If my guess is right, you should be a member of the Xiao family." The man smiled and shook his head, gently placed the jade bowl on the table with his slender fingers, and gradually turned his gaze to him, "I heard that General Zuo Weiwei Xiao Yu The second son had a favorite Tongfang, who was not only born in the brothel Chuguan, but was also accused of stealing valuables from the Xiao Manor a few days ago, so he hanged himself to death, and just left a twin under his knees."

"Mother...didn't steal anything!" He suddenly heard someone speak of his dead mother in such a tone, he felt chills all over his body, subconsciously pushed away the young man in white behind him, opened his eyes and clasped the edge of the bed panting low, exhausted With the last of his strength, he argued, "No...she didn't..."

The young man in white looked at his hoarse refutation, his thin body trembled as if he would fall down in the next moment, his eyes suddenly showed a bit of surprise, he quickly stretched out his hand and hugged him back to the bed, his tone was still cold, but Rarely with a bit of pleading.

"Mother and father."

The jade-like eyes took a deep look at them, as if they could see their thoughts clearly through their faces, and finally set their eyes on him: "Since Chui'er believes in you, you have suffered such a serious injury. , it’s fine if you don’t go back to the Xiao Mansion for the time being, I’m afraid that even if your mother is alive, your time in the Xiao Mansion may not be much easier, let alone now that no one is protecting you—well, I will know about the Xiao Mansion. Yes, take care of yourself."

After saying this, the man got up and left. The boy in white immediately got out of bed to see him off. When he turned around and came back after a while, he was accompanied by a man who was about the same age as the man just now, also dressed as a female double, but dressed like a housekeeper. The twins returned, and the twins bowed to the boy in white and reported in a low voice.

"Young Master, Neijun has already ordered that this little master will be taken care of by Mian Xing for the time being and will live in the Young Master's garden. After he recovers from his injuries, he will be sent back to the Xiao Mansion. Someone will come to take care of the little master every morning. To see a doctor, my little master should stay in the garden honestly and not run around in the mansion."

He looked at the two people who said this, and couldn't help but flinch slightly. He looked at the boy in white with a little panic, but happened to meet his gaze looking back.

"I'll watch him."

Hearing what the white-clothed boy said, the twins seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then smiled a little. After bowing down to him and the white-clothed boy, they said, "Since that's the case, Sleeping Star will step back first."

When everyone in the room had retreated and only he and the boy in white were left, he stared at the man in a daze and turned around to walk to him. There was a bit of softness in those glazed eyes, reflecting his Looking dumbfounded at this moment, the boy in white couldn't help showing a faint, breathless smile.

"You are hurt, lie down quickly."

When he finally lay down again, he stared at the young man who was looking down at him, and finally couldn't help but whisper.

"……Big brother."

"I'm Chengxi." Although the voice was cold, he couldn't help being close to him, "Just call Chengxi."

He raised his hand and grabbed the white corner of his clothes, looked up at the handsome face, and murmured from his lips: "Chengxi...brother..."

Seeing his dependent expression, the white-clothed boy saw a soft light flashing in his eyes. He couldn't help but lift up his slender fingers, brushing his hair gently, and the slightest warmth spread from his fingertips. He moved towards the direction of the boy in white, and murmured again before he completely sank into the darkness.

"... Inherit... the past..."

Three? Lovesickness hurts

"Uncle Mi, how is he?"

In the early morning of the second day, not long after he opened his eyes, the boy in white brought another twin with a delicate face and an extremely gentle expression to check his pulse. road.

"It's almost the same as the doctor's diagnosis yesterday." No matter what the boy in white called "Uncle Mi", there was a smile on the corner of his lips, but it was different from the peacefulness of the boy's parents yesterday, which made people unconsciously Relaxed, "Although it looks serious, most of them are flesh wounds. The reason why he is so thin is because of lack of energy and blood. He must have been hungry and full in the Xiao Mansion before, but luckily he is still young. As long as After a few months of nourishment, you will be able to restore your spirit."

The boy in white nodded: "Chui'er will take good care of him, and watch him drink the medicine. Don't worry, Uncle Mi."

"Of course that would be great."

It wasn't until the two of them were left in the room again that the young man in white softened his brows, sat down beside him and handed him the medicine bowl, and then lowered his head to change the medicine for his wound. The person with bright cheeks, followed by a cold voice

sound.

"I didn't ask you yesterday, what's your name?"

He was a little timid, shrinking himself back, while he was talking, carefully scrutinized the subtle expression on the face of the person in front of him: "I...my name is Xiao Jingchu..."

"Jing Chu." The white-clothed boy repeated in a low voice, and suddenly raised his face, his dark eyes gleaming in the sunlight, "Otherwise, how about calling your first brother?"

Seeing those beautiful eyes, he was instantly fascinated, and even his fingers couldn't help relaxing: "Okay, Brother Chengxi

elder brother. "

"When you recuperate your body, I'll teach you fist and kick kung fu." The white-clothed boy seemed to be relieved when he saw his expression relaxed, as if he was sleeping yesterday, he stroked his black hair with his slender fingers, Seriously instructed word by word, "After returning to Xiao's residence, you don't have to swallow your anger and be bullied casually."

Back to the Xiao Mansion... Yes, he is from the Xiao Mansion after all, but he is only recovering from his injuries for the time being, and he cannot stay here forever.In fact, he didn't miss this luxurious mansion, the soft bed and the delicious food.

only……

"...Brother Chengxi, if... I return to the Xiao Mansion, will you... still come to see me?"

The white-clothed boy looked at him sideways, and after a long time suddenly smiled, his fingers slipped from his hair, before he could react, he was hugged by the man, with a faint scent of sandalwood coming from his nose: " You can come to me anytime if you want."

He was nostalgic for that warm embrace, and couldn't help but move forward, his consciousness gradually blurred in the warmth, and he was immersed in the boundless darkness after a while.

"First brother... first brother?"

In the boundless darkness that seemed to bind his hands and feet, the cold voice of that person suddenly sounded.

He struggled subconsciously, opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at Murong Chui, who was frowning slightly at this moment, who was sitting beside his bed in light armor, and walked into the tent from outside the tent, especially the cold wind on his body. , thinking for a moment that he was back in his youth, he showed a weak and sweet smile, and murmured: "Chengxi...brother..."

Murong Chui saw that his body was completely sunk in the quilt, but his face was blushing abnormally, and his slender fingers immediately touched his forehead,

He touched his arm along his neck again, and his face couldn't help but sink a bit: "The fever is so bad, didn't you feel fine yesterday? Why are your clothes all soaked?"

Before he finished speaking, Murong Chui helped him to sit up, took off his cloak and put it on him, just about to lift the quilt to change his soaked quilt, Xiao Jingchu slowly came to his senses, raised his hand He grabbed his collar, shook his head and muttered in a low voice: "... General... I'm fine, there's no need to..."

But before he could finish speaking, there were white and black in front of his eyes. Murong Chui only felt that the body of the person in his arms was hot and hot, but because of his support, he was too stiff, and when the voice stopped, he suddenly felt Xiao Jingchu's body go limp. , when he looked down, he found that Xiao Jingchu had passed out.

"First brother?!"

He sank again into the boundless darkness.

This time, no one was chasing him, nor was he seen from the back of his beloved, he just kept walking forward, the fragrance of flowers coming from nowhere invaded his nose, and the bluestone slab under his feet was illuminated by the moonlight. He stopped slowly, and when he glanced at the scene beside him, his eyes suddenly widened.

This is...in the Palace of the Protector of the Imperial Capital...

The breeze blows, the moonlight shines, and the pear blossom petals exude an elegant fragrance, rustling by the white wall.

"Chui'er likes the little twin he saved very much. When the little twin was injured, every time he saw me go over, he was anxious

No, when the little twin recovered from his illness, although he was still as cold as his elder brother, the look in his eyes could not be deceived

"

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Turning around a door with hanging flowers, he stared at the person not far away who was dressed in women's double clothes, his face became more and more beautiful under the moonlight, and there was a smile on his lips. He lowered his head and took two steps back, and for a moment his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Those were the man's biological mother and father, who married into the Murong family as the emperor's son, and later established their own family with the protector of the country, Youweiwei General Murong Hao. 20 years later, as a close minister of the emperor Nan Jingjin and the beloved first wife of the Duke Protector, he himself held the position of deputy prime minister earlier in the court, and he is one of the most powerful and capable inner monarchs in the imperial capital .

"That child is just the illegitimate son of Xiao's mansion. My huge Protector's mansion can still protect him. If Chui'er really likes it, it's okay to keep him as a companion for Chui'er."

Standing beside the person dressed in women's doubles was Mi Qianqian, the first wife of the Murong family's patriarch, the young master Murong Ji. Hearing the words of the brother and sister-in-law beside him, a trace of contempt flashed across her beautiful face: "Brother and sister-in-law, why are you so gentle?" Qian listened, but it didn't look like she wanted to raise a friend for Chui'er, but it sounded like she was talking about a daughter-in-law."

"That child is just Xiao's illegitimate son, and he doesn't know what his temperament is. Chui'er is the eldest son of Nanzhao's Murong clan. The person who will stand with him in the future will be the mistress of Nanzhao's Murong clan. People who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Chuier and shine the clan, if only in terms of status, then the child is not qualified."

"That's what I said... Qianqian was thinking about it."

He stared blankly at the white fingers brushing against the red flowers, he didn't dare to look at the side face of the inner monarch illuminated by the moonlight, he just felt his heart sank endlessly.

"But hearing you mention it reminds me of one thing. Chui'er is almost twenty-nine years old, and it's time to get engaged in a blink of an eye. I really like the prostitutes of the Bai family's cousin's family. There is the eldest son from the Mu family, I think it's not bad, if not both

Draw up a portrait for Chuier to see. "

One evening when he and Murong Chui met and got acquainted for five years, because he ran the wrong road, he was delighted to hear the low voice conversation between Hu Guojun and Prince Shaoshi Neijun standing in the garden. The heart was instantly soaked in ice water, and it was so cold that people shivered all over.

After that day, he no longer read those two names that touched his heartstrings in front of that person, and the closest title was only the word "General".

Because he doesn't deserve it.

Yes, he doesn't deserve it.

Hu Guojun is right, his status is so lowly, he should have lived in the bottomless darkness all his life, how could he be worthy of being with that person, hand in hand to bask in the brilliant sunrise.

It is a luxury to even take a second look.

His illness was lingering for several days before he gradually recovered, and his fever stopped. Medicines were scarce in the bitter cold frontier, not to mention that when the battle with the Huns was stalemate, he would not be sent away if he got better. The medicine came, and it took half a month to finally grow up.

it is good.

"First brother?" It was another dark day, just after midnight, when Xiao Jingchu lowered himself into the tent with a cup of hot tea, a glance followed him, and those dark eyes saw that it was him. Coming forward, a smile could not help showing on the corners of his lips, he stepped forward to take the thing in his hand, and stroking his hair subconsciously with his slender fingers like when he was a boy.

"How did you come here? Are you recovering from your illness?"

"Of course it's all over, otherwise the military doctor wouldn't let Jing Chu pay the bill." Xiao Jingchu saw that he was making a kiss, his body stiffened immediately, he squeezed his lips tightly, forced a smile, and handed over the teacup, " General, hot tea."

Murong Chui withdrew his hand to take the teacup, his face looked extremely gentle in the dim tent, he still did not give up correcting him: "It's called Chengxi."

Xiao Jingchu curled the corners of his lips, but he didn't speak again, he just subconsciously avoided the man's gaze, lowered his head and walked around the tent, and suddenly fixed his eyes on the ebony table not far away. He couldn't help but walked over, picked up the letter paper that had been disassembled on the table with his fingers, and just threw it on it so casually, holding his breath and muttering.

"General...this is your letter from home?"

"It was written by my parents the day before yesterday, and I have time to open it today." Murong Chui seemed not to take the letter to heart, his eyes were still fixed on the sand table, and the words he said were light and emotionless, "It's not a big deal. He only asked me to get married one month after I returned to the imperial capital after defeating the Huns, and said that since I have passed the age of crowning, I should start a family."

"The general...agreed?"

Hearing his question, Murong Chui shook his head helplessly, but did not refute: "Mother and father are also right. When father and mother were married, father had just been crowned, so he is indeed old."

After saying this, it had been a long time since Xiao Jingchu responded. Murong Chui raised his head slightly, and glanced at him with his dark eyes, and when he saw his expression at the moment, he couldn't help but a look of worry flashed in his eyes: "Brother, why do you have such a complexion?" Pale? Is the disease still not cured?"

Xiao Jingchu tightly clutched the letter in his hand, struggling to pull out a smile, but no matter how hard he tried, the corners of his lips couldn't show any curvature, so he had to lower his head deeply, covering all the expressions on his face, and supporting himself The last bit of calm tone: "General, Jing Chu wants to go back and rest first..."

Murong Chui didn't notice his abnormality, he only thought that he was not feeling well, so he waved his hands and said: "Since you are not feeling well, you don't need to come to the commander's tent to discuss matters tomorrow morning, take a good rest."

Xiao Jingchu suddenly let go of his fingers, and placed the black-and-white letterhead on the ebony table again. His face was hidden in a dark place where the candlelight could not find him, and his voice was so weak that it would be blown away by the wind in the next moment.

"Yes, General."

Four? I heard tears across the river

The sky was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, the howling wind rolled over the corner of the tent, mixed with the smell of blood, deep in the bushes where the haze spread, the faint moonlight fell down, illuminating a corner of the clothes that was huddled in the corner.

Xiao Jingchu landed on an icy rock, his lips were abnormally red, but his face was pale and blue, his fingers clasped his palms tightly, letting the dark red blood fall down his wrists, as if he was holding back something all the time. Trembling, Fang slowly raised his head after a long time, staring blankly at the moon half covered by thin clouds above his head, the corners of his lips curled up suddenly, but tears fell down from the corners of his eyes.

Finally came this day.

He knew it a long time ago, thought he was prepared, thought that there would be no heartache, let alone despair——

He thought that he would look at that person after he got married, wishing him a peaceful and happy life, and at the same time clinging to the hope that he would never tell. He thought that as long as he could stay by that person's side, Just seeing that smiling face is enough for him.

Who thought he would be so greedy.

When the man was about to marry a wife so easily, without even looking at him again, he only felt that at that moment, the heart in his chest seemed to be torn into thousands of pieces, and his whole body Shang Xia seemed to have been completely drained of strength. He didn't know what he said afterwards, so he stepped out of the handsome tent and came here without knowing the direction.

When the tears at the corners of his eyes suddenly fell to the ground, he couldn't help shivering a little, hiding in the darkness under the shadows, only feeling that his consciousness was gradually blurring, a burst of very light footsteps came suddenly. It sounded in his ears, followed by the wind, but it was a strange fragrance and very lightly spoken Hun language.

When the Hun language and the Jurchen language were mixed together, his whole body seemed to be stabbed heavily by a needle, and his soft breathing softened even more, and he instantly suppressed the bloody pain in his heart, and he shrank in the air without daring to move. In a dark corner, hold your breath to hear the sound of plotting not far away.

The faint moonlight was projected, and after an unknown amount of time, the whispered Hun and Jurchen finally stopped, but Xiao Jingchu remained motionless in place until half an hour later, he remained in the forest The people in the forest seemed to finally believe that no one else in the forest heard the conversation between him and that person, so they left quickly with a few men in black.

As soon as those people left, Xiao Jingchu moved his body with difficulty, staggered and walked towards the direction of the big tent of the Chinese army again, and finally almost crashed into the tent, just in front of the rare sand table and map. The slightly surprised eyes of Murong Chui, who seemed to be facing the dark scene outside the window with lowered brows and thinking about something.

"First brother?"

"General!" Xiao Jingchu ran too fast, his body was not fully recovered, and due to the nervousness just now, cold sweat covered his pale cheeks, but he didn't notice it at all, he just grabbed the arm of the person in front of him with all his strength, intermittently He said, "Just now... I went to the grove behind the camp just now, and I heard someone talking in it. They used Jurchen and Hun language. One of them must be a spy in our camp! They want to kill you, I I even heard that they are going to poison you! As for the poison, I don’t know..."

"Junior Brother." Murong Chui listened to him, and felt that the hands that were holding him tightly were trembling. He suddenly became sharp, "Let's not care about that, what happened to your hand? Did those who spoke find you? Did they hurt you?"

"...Hand?" After he interrupted, Xiao Jingchu was stunned for a moment, then followed his gaze to look at his palm, and instantly

As if being scalded by something, he quickly hid the palm that was pierced by his nails when he was in extreme pain, and murmured to defend, "No...it's nothing, it's just that I didn't walk carefully when I went out, so I was caught by the people on the mountain. I got scratched by a rock, but it wasn't a serious injury..."

When Murong Chui saw him lower his head, he didn't feel that he was lying to him, but when he saw the blood stain again, he still couldn't help frowning, grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand, and pulled him to sit by the table: " sit down."

Xiao Jingchu was forced to sit down by him, but he still couldn't suppress his worry, and brought up the words just now: "General, but that man will poison..."

"Don't worry." Hearing his anxious accent, Murong Chui was silent for a moment, then dragged out a wooden box from the corner of the military tent, lowered his body and pulled out his hand hidden behind his back, wrapping it carefully while lowering his hand. Said in a low voice, "Do you still remember the golden unicorn lock that I always wore next to my body when I was young?"

"I remember, but..."

"Don't move, or it will be crooked." Murong Chui bandaged one hand very unskillfully, while the other hand firmly held his hand to prevent him from retracting, the voice in his mouth was still cold and could not hear joy. Angry, "That's not an ordinary golden lock, but my great-grandmother specially melted her own gold bracelets. My great-grandmother was originally a saint of Miaojiang. That pair of gold bracelets can prevent all kinds of poisons, even Gu insects." less than

I. "

Hearing this sentence, the person who was struggling endlessly and his eyes were filled with worry just stopped, and even the bandaged hand relaxed, and his voice changed from anxious to calm: "Is that so?" ……I see……"

Murong Chui didn't answer, just let go of the hand that was holding him, lowered his head and carefully bandaged him, until he tied the snow-white bandage into a tight knot with some effort, then he lowered his head and coughed lightly, stood up, Turn around and pick up the scattered bottles and

powder.

"General."

There was silence in the tent for a long time, Xiao Jingchu watched Murongchui close the medicine box, suddenly clenched his hand that was wrapped tightly, and said in a low voice.

"In a few days, it will be the decisive battle with the Prince of the Huns."

Murong Chui picked up the medicine box, turned around to put the things in his arms back into the distance, Xiao Jingchu, who had never heard his echo, seemed to know that he would not reply, so he paused for a moment, and then continued word by word.

"After that battle, Jing Chu asked himself to withdraw from the army."

When Murong Chui heard the words "retire from the army", Murong Chui's body froze for a moment, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he turned around to look at the person sitting at the table with his head lowered and his face blurred: "Junior Brother ?”

"It's not Jingchu's talkative 0" He didn't know how he could still raise the corners of his lips at this moment, but his heart was still being cut like a knife, but even though the flesh and blood were already bloody and the smell of blood was on the lips, he still had to hold on After finishing speaking, "The general should have a wife soon, and Jing Chu is not too young."

He is his savior, someone he admires all his life and will never forget even when he dies, but he can never hope for it.

Can't be around him anymore.

Just hearing that the man was going to marry a wife made him feel so painful. If he really saw the man put on the red dress and walk in front of him with his wife who was married by Ming Media, he might not be able to hold back the pain. You have to kill yourself, or you can't help but use all despicable means to get that person——

That's all.

He never wanted to see that person sad, and he didn't want to see that person's eyes of hatred and disbelief because of his crazy methods.

And this life is nothing more than that.

Only he advances and retreats, or he retreats and advances, and they—

Can never stand side by side.

Since you can't stay together, simply don't get entangled.

Hearing what he said, Murong Chui's eyes widened slightly: "The meaning of the younger brother..."

"General." Xiao Jingchu pursed his lips, and stopped looking up at him, his voice was low as if it was about to float, "It's getting late, Jingchu should go back to the tent."

Watching the light blue figure gradually go away, Murong Hao's already slightly frowning brows deepened. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He stretched out his slender fingers subconsciously to grab the The man's sleeves only caught the icy wind, and when he raised his eyes again in a daze, the man's figure had long since disappeared.

"...first brother?"

Half a month later, the city gates of Phnom Penh were opened wide, and the black military flag was flying in the sky