[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The last batch of troops of the Northwest Army withdrew to the northwest.

Along the way, he detoured to Jizhou to pick up the wounded in the First Battle of Hedong.

Some of them were seriously injured and died, and some were lucky enough to wake up.

Jizhou City.

On the other side of the Chijiang River.

Tong Zhang has been suspicious ever since King Qin brought back a son from Jizhou City, but this son did not show his true face, so he had no way of guessing. It was not until King Qin took this son to see Zhao Ming that he had an idea in his mind. take shape.

When the King of Qin was fighting the Turkic people, Zhao Ming's condition worsened several times, and he went in and out of the gate of hell. I don't know what supported this body that was almost split in two to come alive.

On the third day of the great victory in the Western Expedition, Zhao Ming of Jizhou woke up.

I have been recuperating in Jizhou for some time. Although I can't walk on the ground, my mind is no longer drowsy.

When Zhao Ming fell asleep, he had bloody dreams intermittently.In the dream, there are gloomy evil spirits, Red Blood Yama.

He did not find Zhao Yan's frail figure beside the Naihe Bridge.

"This man was full of evil in his life, and after his death he was eaten by corpses, and his soul has long been scattered."

In the dream, Zhao Ming was holding a pile of bones on the ground, and his mind was completely lost.

After an unknown amount of time, the surging blood mist and red tide subsided, and he seemed to hear someone saying, if you die, only Zhao Changning will be left in this world.

So he struggled to wake up from the dark night.

The doctor in the barracks told him that the court situation has now been settled, the Rong family has been overthrown, and Hei Jia has retreated.

Zhao Ming couldn't accept that he had been in a coma for several months, but the emperor was still sitting on the dragon chair.

He gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

Until the king of Qin brought the last batch of troops from the Northwest Army back to the opposite bank of the Chijiang River in Jizhou, Hedong to join the wounded soldiers.

Zhao Ming always remembered that it was snowing heavily outside the window that day.

The charcoal fire in the warming camp is booming.

King Qin opened the curtain and went in, and there seemed to be people following behind him, Zhao Ming didn't care, King Qin looked up and down inside, and heaved a long sigh of relief. "It's good to wake up." Zhao Ming is still young, as long as he can wake up and recover, it will be a matter of time.

Zhao Ming didn't answer, he was still seriously ill, and he opened his mouth with a voice like a broken gong, and every movement of the wound on his body felt excruciating pain.

Zhao Ming had been in the army for a long time, and he was not usually so contemptuous, but now he hated King Qin's retreat in his heart, so he couldn't put on a good face.

Chu Qin shook his head and said, "The retreat is a long story."

This was already an explanation, Zhao Mingsen frowned and still did not reply.

The person next to Chu Qin suddenly pulled his sleeves, Chu Qin turned his head to look at the person, sighed softly, lifted the curtain and came out, only these two people were left in the tent.

After King Qin left, Zhao Ming said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? If you are his lobbyist, please tell His Highness King Qin that I, Zhao Ming, will never die with the court for the rest of my life."

The slender figure approached him, and Zhao Ming saw a white hem and a pair of soft-soled moire boots, and smelled the familiar fragrance of medicine.

The other party took off the bamboo hat, and the black veil covering the face fell to the ground, revealing a pale face.

The young man who had been ill for a long time saw the man's appearance clearly, he suddenly became short of breath, moved and touched the wound on his body, throbbing with pain, but his eyes were fixed on that face as if they were about to take root.

The five fingers are tightly gripped, and beads of sweat are dripping from the palms of the hands.

He asked stupidly, "Who are you, and why do you look the same as my brother?"

The young man who looked exactly like his elder brother approached him and took him into his arms. Zhao Ming felt wet spots on his shoulders.

Zhao Ming was trembling all over, his tall figure curled up into a ball, and his fingers carefully clenched a piece of moon-white sleeve.

He was afraid that he would cry like a child.

He shed a lot of blood on the battlefield, but never shed a tear.

A sigh came from Zhao Ming's ear.

With that sigh, Zhao Ming knew that his brother had returned.

Zhao Ming's eyes were blood red, his fingers were tightly clenched on a piece of sleeve, and he tremblingly said in his hoarse voice, "Is that you? Brother."

Knowing that the blood that was frozen all over Zhao Yan's body when she died hadn't melted yet, and suddenly boiled again, the tall young man wrapped his arms around his brother's waist and murmured, "Am I dreaming?"

If this was a dream, it would be too cruel to face the fact that the family was ruined after waking up from the dream.

There was only wind and snow outside the window, and the warm room was not lit. Zhao Ming heard a familiar voice, "This is not a dream."

Zhao Ming's desert-like pupils suddenly lit up.

The snowflakes were still falling, the curtains were still fluttering in the wind, he held his elder brother tightly by his side, his elder brother never disappeared as usual.

Zhao Yan's fingers stroked Zhao Ming's hair. Zhao Ming was pillowed on his lap, and his arms were around Zhao Yan's waist. The force was very strong, because the wound ruptured due to exertion, but no pain could be felt.

Zhao Ming rubbed her cheek against Zhao Yan's lap, like a child who has lost everything.And he was only in his 20s when he was full of efforts, but the knife marks all over his body were already shocking.

It wasn't until Zhao Yan smelled the fishy smell on the tip of her nose that she saw red blood from the wound on Zhao Ming in her arms. Never let go.