Reverse Junhou

Zhao Fengci lightly touched the back of Wen Xuechao's hand with his knuckles, signaling him to be at ease.

Wen Xuechao seemed confident, but the hands supporting his back were shaking violently.

Warm blood trickled down his right shoulder and landed drop by drop on the back of Wen Xuechao's hand.Zhao Fengci didn't seem to feel the pain, so he pulled Wen Xuechao back behind him with his sword, and stood in front of him again.

Yu Chijing silently looked at the injured emperor in front of him, and Wen Xuechao who was behind him with a worried expression.After a while, he laughed in a low voice, mocking himself: "Master Wen, it's a good plan to make a sound."

The elite Habayashi guards behind him gradually crowded up, as if they were confronting the Sergeant Yanqu opposite.

Yang Shuyue winked at Wen Xuechao, took out a cloth bag containing the antidote from her arms, and threw it to Zhao Fengci.Zhao Fengci caught the antidote, held it in his hand and raised it towards Yuchi Jing.

Yu Chijing gritted his teeth, glanced at his unconscious father on the ground, and gestured in midair: "Open the city gate."

The heavy Shanyun West City Gate slowly opened to both sides, and Zhao Fengci signaled Bai Wan to take Zhao Yancheng and Yang Shuyue's carriages first.

Bai Wan led a part of the Habayashi guards, escorted Che Yu, and drove towards the city gate.Yu Chijing's eyes were soaked with blood, but he could only watch helplessly as Donghai King's carriage broke through the city gate, whistling and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The rest of the Habayashi guards guarded the emperor and Lord Wen to cut off the empress.Zhao Fengci clutched his injured right arm, and was about to get on the horse, but Wen Xuechao took a step ahead.

Wen Xuechao took the reins of the horse, sat firmly on the horse's back, and stretched out his hand to Zhao Fengci: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Zhao Fengci quietly looked at Wen Xuechao for a moment, then smiled with lowered eyes: "Okay."

Yu Chijing watched the two get on the horse one after the other, and slowly narrowed his narrow eyes: "You and the emperor of the Central Plains are so affectionate, it seems that this king is inhumane."

"Thank you King Guli for sending me off."

Wen Xue's face-facing smile was dazzling, and even Zhao Fengci, who was leaning behind him, lost his mind slightly.

Such a sincere and bright smile has frequently appeared on the mouth of the big prince who spends money like water in the Wenfu, but it rarely appears on the face of Zhongshu's important minister Wen Youcheng.

As for Wen Ji, the criminal minister who was exiled in Saibei.Zhao Fengci couldn't remember even more, how long ago was the last time I saw Wen Xuechao smile from the heart.

Seeing Yuchijing's earthy complexion, Wen Xuechao felt extremely happy and happy.He raised the rein in his hand, let Zhao Fengci lean on his shoulder, clamped the horse's belly and charged forward.

Yu Chijing looked at the corners of Wen Xuechao's eyes that were raised wantonly, and the bloodshot eyes were about to seep out of the eye sockets.

Bright eyes are good at gazing, handsome and agile.It is exactly the same as the boy in red at the age of 17.

He can't let him go.

The tense string in Yu Chijing's mind suddenly broke, he raised his head, and suddenly shouted: "Shooting arrows!"

He gave an order, but no one obeyed his order.

The horse's hooves stepped on the dirt, and a heavy hemp rope was tied to the reins, and a figure tied up with five flowers was being dragged forward by the horse.The sergeants of the Yanqu Department could only watch Zuo Xianwang being dragged behind the horse, fearing that they would accidentally injure their prince, no one dared to shoot the first arrow first.

Seeing that the horse was about to rush out of the city gate, Yu Chijing snatched the horse from his subordinates and chased after it through gritted teeth.

Wen Xuechao's figure was getting closer and closer, Yu Chijing raised his bow and arrow and pointed it in the direction of the horse's head.

Wen Xuechao felt a little sweat on his forehead, his riding skills were not as superb as Zhao Fengci's, so he could only steer the horse forward desperately.Before he noticed the strangeness behind him, he heard a familiar male voice from his ear: "Hold on tight, don't look back."

Zhao Fengci drew his sword and cut off the thick rope that was dragging Yu Chishuo, and threw out the antidote in his arms.Yu Chishuo's huge body rolled several times on the ground, just blocking the center of the city gate.

Yu Chijing hurriedly put down his bow and arrow, tightened the reins, and forced the horse under him to stop.The war horse raised its hooves and neighed a few times in mid-air, barely stopping in front of Yu Chishuo.

With ruthless iron hooves, he almost became the man who rode his horse and killed his father.

After Yu Chijing stopped his horse, he raised his bow and arrow towards the two people in front of him without thinking too much.

Zhao Fengci's movement of turning around made him a shining target on the horse's back.The sharp arrow pierced the void, Zhao Fengci had no time to dodge it, and immediately bent down, tightly protecting Wen Xuechao in his arms.

Wen Xuechao obeyed Zhao Fengci's words, even though he heard the rustling sound behind him, he didn't turn his head back, but grabbed the rein tightly, and hurriedly dismounted as fast as he could.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a sharp arrow piercing flesh from behind, and the person behind him let out a low muffled groan, but hugged himself even tighter.

Dark red blood flowed down the corner of Zhao Fengci's mouth, and a stream of warmth splashed on Wen Xuechao's shoulder.

Wen Xuechao was stunned for a moment, then his mind went blank: "Zhao Fengci?"

Zhao Fengci slowly let go of the hand holding the rein, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Xue Chao, it's all right—" He rested his forehead on the back of Wen Xuechao's neck, speaking with soothing tenderness, "It's all right..."

A cluster of black dots passed through the desert, rolled up the wind and sand, and galloped along the Yandang Pass.There were two people on the horseback, one was dressed in white Shengxue, but it was stained with a lot of red, and the other was dressed in black like ink, as if soaked in the moonlight.A few silver-white figures followed closely behind, and they were the elite Habayashi guards who covered His Majesty's retreat.

The desert sand is like snow, and Yanshan is like a moon.

The sky beyond the Great Wall is cloudless, and Shanyun City has been left far behind by them.

*****

Yang Shuyue took off the silver needle stuck on the odd point, put away the medicine bag, and walked out without saying a word.

Zhao Yancheng stretched out his hand to grab Yang Shuyue's sleeve, but it was in vain.

He let out a long sigh, and said shyly to the back in the corridor: "Yang Shuyue, are you still angry with me?"

Yang Shuyue kicked over a precious peony plant at the gate of the courtyard.

"Yu Chijing did bring a lot of women into the mansion. The world can learn from them. This king has never touched them, let alone doing such things." Zhao Yancheng smiled wryly, "Those Habayashi guards in Biefu All dark lines can testify for this king."

Yang Shuyue didn't say a word, just stomped on the broken porcelain on the ground a few times.

"The barbarian asked me why I don't get close to women," Zhao Yancheng said, sitting upright, "I said that the princess would be jealous, so you can't get involved with women at will."

Yang Shuyue couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed back to the courtyard, pulling up Zhao Yancheng's skirt: "You know that I don't mean it—"

"Zhao Yancheng, I did my best, I really did my best—"

"Yang Shuyue," Zhao Yancheng asked him back, "If I don't see you again from now on, will you not want me?"

Yang Shuyue's eyes were red, and finally, as if she was discouraged, she slowly loosened Zhao Yancheng's collar, and fell down on the chair beside her in a daze.

Zhao Yancheng's eye disease cannot be cured at all, even with acupuncture and moxibustion, supplemented by good medicine, it can only maintain clarity for a few days.

Ever since he was placed under house arrest by the Yanqu Department, Zhao Yansheng's eyesight problems have worsened day by day.Ever since he returned to Zhenbei Mansion from Shanyun, he tried all kinds of methods to heal Zhao Yancheng's eyes, but he was still helpless.

From now on, Zhao Yancheng might never see him again.

He knew very well in his heart that this day would come sooner or later, but he never thought it would be so soon.

Zhao Yancheng heard that the little doctor's voice had become nasal, raised his hand and rubbed it on the table for a while, and almost knocked over the hot teacup.

Yang Shuyue grabbed Zhao Yancheng's hand and said viciously, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Yancheng held Yang Shuyue's hand instead, and smiled slightly: "That's all."

"Ordinary people can look at the mountains with cold eyes, but I have a half ring of Shuyue." Zhao Yancheng said, "Yang Shuyue, you are my bright eyes."

*****

On the third day after returning to Zhenbei Mansion, Zhao Fengci finally woke up from the coma.

The warm daylight outside the window sill shone into the couch, Zhao Fengci woke up from the darkness, still feeling heavy eyelids, not knowing how many days and nights he had been lying down.The last scene that came to mind before passing out was Wen Xuechao's blood and red eyes.

Wen Xuechao helped him off the horse, but he fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

He raised his hand to caress Wen Xuechao's eyebrows, and wanted to ask him where he was hurt and why there was blood on his body, and after a few words, he found that he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing the bloodstains where his fingers passed, Zhao Fengci remembered in a daze that what soaked Wen Xuechao's clothes seemed to be his own blood.

Wen Xuechao whispered something to himself, but he couldn't hear clearly because of the persistent tinnitus.Wen Xuechao saw that he couldn't hear, so he simply put his cold palm on his forehead, blocking the glare of the moonlight for him.

Just like that, he fell into the boundless darkness, until the sunlight slanted into the bead curtain, waking up the sleeping people on the floor.

Zhao Fengci wanted to prop up the corner of the eaves and turn around, only to find that his right hand had already been firmly wrapped by a warm palm.

Wen Xue was lying beside him in his clothes, her white fingers firmly grasping his palm.The jade bracelet was pressed against the skin of the two of them, and there was a burst of cold touch.Wen Xuechao had two bruises printed under her lowered eyelids, it seemed that she hadn't slept well for several days.

The person who has been sketched thousands of times in the dream is now close at hand.

Zhao Fengci felt his tongue was dry, and couldn't help raising his sleeves and coughing a few times.Wen Xuechao seemed to have become used to this, he woke up suddenly from his sleep, got up and wanted to check the situation of the person beside him, when he turned around, he only met a pair of smiling eyes.

Zhao Fengci took advantage of the opportunity to kiss the corner of Wen Xuechao's lips.Their eyes met, and each other's light and shadow were reflected in their pupils.

Wen Xuechao didn't give Zhao Fengci a chance to be dazed, he pressed Zhao Fengci's slightly trembling palm with his backhand, and interlocked his fingers, and then pried open Zhao Fengci's lips, and poked at him with ease. go in.

Zhao Fengci let out a suppressed muffled hum, and put his fingers on Wen Xuechao's forehead, gradually sinking into his hair.

This was their first kiss after Wen Xuechao recovered his memory.

"Xue Chao," Zhao Fengci panted, rubbing the tip of the nose of the man in his arms, "follow me back to Beijing."

Wen Xuechao's back froze for a moment, and Zhao Fengci immediately noticed it.He didn't give Wen Xuechao a chance to think, and grabbed the hand of the man in his arms, pressing it tightly to his chest.

"I won't force you, and I don't want to force you to do anything you are unwilling to do. If you are willing, you can go back with me. If you don't want to, give me a few more years." Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, he opened his mouth slowly, "Wait for Feng Hui And grow up—"

"Your Majesty, I want to learn riding and archery." Wen Xuechao said suddenly.

Zhao Fengci didn't know why Wen Xuechao mentioned this all of a sudden, and looked up at him in a daze.

"Kill Yuchi and destroy Yanqu." Wen Xue said with a calm gaze, "I won't attack me if people don't attack me. But if Hu people attack my doctor and destroy my rivers and mountains, the only way to end the war is to fight."

"Zhao Fengci, you promised me."

The author has something to say: the sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan is like a hook.Li He's "Horse Poetry"

Yang Shuyue's name was inspired by Feng Shixing's poem: "Lu Wei drinks water, but only looks at the mountains with cold eyes."There are thousands of green gulls in the river, and the eaves are sparse and the moon is half-ringed.

He is his eyes.

感谢在2020-07-1821:09:49~2020-07-2011:56:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 463627441;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!