Don't go down if you have a kind [Rebirth]

Go to war and plan.

Fourth brother is indeed a veteran.

The moment Jiang Pingrong opened the tent door, I knew it was not over.

She still had her head tied up in a high bun, her face was covered with green veil, and she was holding a squirrel and twisted beads in her hand. She hit me directly at the death point when she opened her mouth: "The horse is in the gap, the fire is in the stone, and the body is in the dream. When you are in a foreign land, your majesty will be safe?"

My mind suddenly went blank: "You... why are you here?"

She is not Jiang Pingrong in this life.

I seem to have returned to that bloody body again, lying on the majestic ancient city wall, the Changwu Gate is wide open under me, and the Qiang cavalry entered one after another. Muttering in my ears—is it all a dream?

"Why is Your Majesty here?" She brushed her clothes and sat down, took out a black lacquered square wooden box from her sleeve, opened the box, took out a stick of incense sticks, a piece of square cake, and a white jade medicine bottle about an inch in size, and shook them one by one. in front of me.

"I... don't know, is this a dream?"

She twirled the incense stick, lit it by the tea-warming stove nearby, and slowly put it on the desk: "What is a dream, what is reality?"

A sliver of cold wind mixed with water vapor penetrated through the crack of the door, passing by suddenly, the incense sticks did not fall down, only the curling green smoke scattered mistyly with the wind——

The colorful mist after the fireworks bloomed in the night sky, the full moon hung high, the sheng drums played, and the ghost-faced dancers wore armor and held swords, alluding to the Cangbei war that everyone kept secret... I stood beside my father, I saw the next prince, Qin Wang, Yan Wang and Jin Wang lined up one by one.

The dancer playing Jiang Fang on the stage is crouching and kneeling, handing the "March Map" to the "King Qiang". In another scene, the two armies start a war. Together with "Jiang Fang", followed closely by "King Qin" and "King Jin" leading reinforcements, they rescued the crown prince from the enemy's formation, but "Jiang Fang" was hit by random arrows and fell down. Down……

"Enough!" The prince suddenly overturned the food table and left the table.

The cups and plates were scattered all over the floor, and the audience was stunned.Behind the upside-down food table, a little man carved with jade is still sitting upright in a daze.

"How decent is the prince!" Everyone turned to the three-year-old son and blamed his father.

The young nephew's eyes were reddened, he raised his head aggrievedly, and looked at the emperor's seat.

I heard my father sigh in a low voice: "Come on, Mao Lang, come to Grandpa Huang."

The father took his grandson from the palace man and hugged him on his knees, as if he didn't see the farce just now, he just casually took a piece of pastry from the food plate and stuffed it for the child.

The dance music was played again, and the princes exchanged cups and glasses, talking and laughing again.It's just that this kid is very clever. He may have sensed the hostility of the uncles. After looking around quietly, he carefully broke the pastry in his hand into two and handed it to me, with a look of flattery in his eyes.

I took the pastry and ate it very ecstatically.Suddenly he didn't swallow a mouthful, choking so hard his eyes stared at him.

All of a sudden, the world was spinning, and I fell off the high wall with a bag of dried fruit in my arms, and pulled out the bruised and swollen Xiao Liang Wang from the hands of a group of eunuchs.

I rubbed a big bump on his head, and said angrily: "I'll go and tell Father, you wait, I want Father to make an order that you will live with me from now on!"

Wrapped in my robe, he sat upright on the steps in front of Zhengmeng Hall with his small waist, somewhat hopeful, but also a little apprehensive, looking up at me quietly, without crying out for pain.

Looking at it, his baby face suddenly changed into a boy's face.I became the one sitting on the steps, and he stood in front of me, reaching out to wipe my tears: "I'm sorry, Uncle Fourteen, it's me who deserves to be damned, not Tathagata. I can compensate you."

With snot and tears, I slapped the back of his head with a violent hook: "Little fool, can't you cry quietly with me for a while?"

He turned his head away from my slap, and just looked at me with his head slightly lowered.

The fine snow fell, the cold wind suddenly picked up, and the blood on his face suddenly faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he really wanted to "pay" his life to me.I hastily dragged him into the room, pressed him on the couch, and put on a quilt: "Mao Lang, Mao Lang, don't close your eyes, I'll call the imperial doctor..."

He seemed to have grown up a little bit, he looked like when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, with his head resting in my arms, his temples soaked in cold sweat, and his lips were black and blue.He desperately grabbed my wrist: "Don't go, no imperial doctor dares to come..."

"What did you eat?" I looked around the room, and there was only half a can of medicinal soup on the side table of the couch—the soup can is still the style that I often use in the Shibotai, but I haven't sent anyone to deliver the soup recently, and I haven't even heard of it. he is sick.

Seeing me looking at the medicine jar, he frowned slightly: "I know, it wasn't from you."

I grabbed the medicine jar and poured all the remaining medicine soup into my mouth...

He struggled to knock over the medicine jar with his hand, and was a step too late.

I pushed him back with great care: "Look, I'm right here, and the whole hospital has to sneak over here."

He didn't know whether it was cold, fear, or anger, and he was trembling all over his body, his eyes that were almost scatter were gathered again, and combined with the deeply furrowed brows, they pierced into my heart and lungs like cold hooks, hooking Pick my flesh and blood.

……

My heart ached, and I woke up suddenly, only to see the queen sitting quietly in the misty green smoke, raising her hand to push the cake on the table to me, and pouring hot tea into a new cup.

I broke out in a cold sweat, mixed with rain and mud, and my clothes stuck to my chest and back. For a moment, I felt a chill to my bones, and my heart was full of sadness: "What are these...why...I don't even remember?"

"I don't know what Your Majesty saw." She poured out a cup of hot tea, picked up the small white jade medicine bottle, dripped the liquid into the tea soup, and pushed the cup towards me: "'Sangtian', 'Canghai', 'Canghai' , 'Sangtian'...Your Majesty, please drink this tea first, and then serve this cake."

……

"Uncle Fourteen, you scared me to death!"

King Liang grabbed my elbow and dragged me off the horse suddenly. There were corpses all over the place, and wounded soldiers were dragging back and forth the brothers who died in battle...

"Have they withdrawn their troops? Has King Yan caught him?" I staggered and bumped into his shoulder armor.

He pressed me into his arms hard, trembling all over: "They're all dead! I told you to follow me closely! I told you to follow me closely!"

I felt the blood rushing up in my head, and I lost control just like him: "King Yan is dead? I said I want to live!"

"I'll tell you what you want to know, don't ask him!"

……

"What do you want to know? I'll tell you. You don't want to believe what I say. Do you have to believe others?"

The heavy rain is coming, and the grass is sprouting new.The snow-white military tents were bathed in golden sunlight, and a soft spring breeze blew across the fields.He was wearing a half-worn white robe, he rolled up his sleeves, and spread my hair into the basin.

With my body paralyzed, I rested my head on his lap and caught his gaze: "You know what I want to know?"

He gently rubbed my scalp with his fingertips, looked down at me: "...if you dare not ask, I dare not tell."

I couldn't bear his gaze, and turned the subject with a smile: "Then let me ask you something that dares to say, you are not too young, when do you plan to start a family?"

"I don't have a family," he said calmly, pouring water over my forehead, "Leave the emperor alone."

"If you say that, I won't ask any more questions. It's just that I'm more reserved this time when I return to Beijing. Xue Shang is not stingy, but you can't be caught by others right now..."

"My nephew has nothing to do with Mr. Xue, just gossip, uncle, don't judge others by yourself."

I sat up excitedly: "What do you mean? Who is the emperor in your eyes?"

Still pinching the end of my hair in his hand, he raised his eyes slightly: "You care?"

With wet hair all over my head, I panicked for no reason: "...Don't stare at me like this."

He lowered his eyelids dejectedly: "...all the words are worth the money, the fourteenth uncle should be a concubine, otherwise Liuzhou Yuewang will have a fierce battle. And we need to find the queen and stabilize the Jiang family. The soldiers are exhausted and have to slow down One or two years..."

"Okay, stop talking."

"Don't let me talk about it, and don't let me look at it." He twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, "Fourteen, do you want me to keep the tent outside at night?"

I...why did I ask him to keep the tent outside?

It was freezing cold, and the wind and snow were like a knife cutting the face.The last cluster of bonfires was also quietly extinguished, and people and horses huddled together in the endless night and snow.

"Report from the scouts, everything is suspected to be an ambush by the King of Yan, so we can only go north, and it will be even colder, Fourteen, you have some porridge." He patted my face lightly, and brought the broken bowl of porridge to my mouth .

But I was already in a trance, and I felt as if I was lying in the warm pavilion of Xuanyang Palace. In the pavilion, red silver bone charcoal was burning in the large smoke furnace. Qiu also seemed to have been roasted on the fire... I tore the neckline in the heat and was unbearable, and was suddenly strangled by the wrist, and a clear light suddenly flashed in my heart: "...Mao Lang...I'm afraid I can't do it, you don't care about me, drink it yourself , go out and win the battle..."

Frost formed on his brows, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth: "I don't, if you're dead, what else do I have to fight, I'll go too..."

"You are ignorant!" I slapped him on the face anxiously, "You are ignorant!"

But he took my "slap" indifferently, and looked at me quietly for a moment with his head slightly tilted, then suddenly he swallowed a big mouthful of porridge, bent down and forced me...

The hot soup entered my throat, choking me to cough.He put his hands into my clothes, caressed my back one by one, opened his robe again, and wrapped me in it.

He fed rice soup into my mouth again and again, licked my lips and teeth, and kept calling me "fourteen" and "fourteen"...

"I'm not sensible, you are sensible, you are sensible and you come to me?"

"...Is it cold? It's snowing heavily outside, I'm afraid it won't stop tonight."

"Uncle Fourteen, are the queen and I really alike? Are you afraid that she is your niece?"

"What if I'm not the son of the Eastern Palace? Has the emperor ever thought about it?"

……

"Uncle, I'm not sensible."

The huge Xuanyang Hall was dark, only the onyx white window screen reflected a bit of the snow outside, he stuffed a piece of sweet and greasy cinnamon sugar into my mouth, and then poured a mouthful of light salt water, squatting down to be at eye level with me , reached out and wiped the sugar residue from the corner of my mouth with my thumb: "Just pretend that you have never done anything, don't hate me..."

"You...what did you eat for me?" My mind suddenly seemed to be filled with a thick fog of chaos, and I became dizzy...

He vaguely saw him getting up and lighting the smoker, and sprinkled a handful of incense pills into the charcoal fire.

The green smoke rises suddenly, and the big dream has come back.