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

Zhao Yan was completely destroyed.

He kept coughing, the red blood he vomited stained his chest, his pale fingers clenched Chu Qin's arm tightly, drowsy nightmares invaded his sanity, and the difficult illness cut off his vitality. Lang finally came to the end of the road.The 20 years of drinking poison to quench his thirst have ground his bone marrow and will also drain his spirit.

Chu Qin's throat seemed to have a piece of hot iron that melted into thick blood under the scalding heat.

The bright moon is gradually covered by wind and snow.

Outside the door, a woman in plain clothes stopped walking with a half-grown child in her hand.

The child asked, "Mother, why don't you go in?"

The woman sighed, "Let them stay for a while."

The child hesitated, "Are the people inside going to die like dad?"

The woman covered the child's mouth, "No nonsense."

The mother and son went away hand in hand, a dim light dragging the shadow on the ground.

Zhao Yan's condition was deteriorating, until she couldn't take any medicine or food, and she was as skinny as a stick.

If he has no ambition himself, even if he invites the most brilliant doctor in the world, he will be helpless.Zhao Ming was like a child who had a premonition that he was going to lose everything. He stayed by the sick bed all day long to prevent anyone from getting close to his elder brother.Chu Qin stood silently outside, allowing the gust of wind to pour into his clothes and tear open the wounds on his body that had not healed for a long time, and the red blood smeared a terrifying shape under his feet.

Once Zhao Yan woke up at night.

He had slept for so long that he had forgotten tonight and what night. His chaotic and tired brain had no time to think. When he opened his eyes and saw Zhao Ming lying beside him, he thought he was still at Zhao's house. Go to school?"

Zhao Ming held Zhao Yan's hand, tears like wax were about to flow from her scarlet eyes, "Sir, I have something to do today, so Ah Ming didn't go." Zhao Yan sighed softly, "Study should not be wasted."

Zhao Ming tried his best to restrain his crying. Years ago, he didn't obey Zhao Yan's instructions, and even had an argument with Zhao Yan when Zhao Yan advised him. This time he nodded in front of Zhao Yan, and Zhao Yan let go of it. Confused, leaning on Zhao Ming's shoulder, he fell asleep again.

Chu Qin listened earnestly outside the door.

Zhao Ming is Zhao Yan's life.

He held the silver knife at his waist, and unconsciously rubbed his thumb in the gap of the silver knife scabbard.

I don't know what he is in Zhao Yan's heart.

Is it a hypocrite who turns his back on his words, or a heartbreaker who doesn't match his words and deeds?

He longed for Zhao Yan to wake up countless times, but when Zhao Yan really woke up, he was timid like a coward, trembling so hard that he couldn't even open a door.

What is he afraid of?

Afraid of the cold hatred in Zhao Yan's eyes, or afraid of Zhao Yan's eyes as if looking at a stranger?

Love desires its life, hate desires its death.

The world hates Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan herself hated it too.

Even Zhao Ming couldn't pull back his ambition.

Blood was overflowing from the throat, and Chu Qin wiped the blood off his lips expressionlessly.

A few days later, Tong Zhang quietly came from Northwest Qingqi.

After explaining the important affairs of General Chu Qin to Tong Zhang, he saw Tong Zhang off outside Biezhuang.

Tong Zhang came all the way across the snow-capped mountains, and he was about to go back with a dusty appearance.

With Lin Shu in the army, he can't make trouble for a while, but he can't stay for a long time.

"Your Highness, take care."

Chu Qin didn't speak.

In Tong Zhang's eyes, the young and handsome Northwest King has now turned into a haggard body.He looked tired and unkempt, his black cloak fluttered, and his deep eyes were covered with red silk.

Like a beast that has trapped itself in a cage and been stripped of its keys.

Tong Zhang sighed, "Can't Liu Yanqing save him?"

Chu Qin shook his head, "Even if Liu Yanqing could be saved, she wouldn't be able to. What's more, Zhao Yan is now..."

Who can save a person who is determined to die?

Tong Zhang frowned, "Liu Yanqing is really unpredictable."

Chu Qin suddenly said, "Maybe he is right."

Tong Zhang was taken aback, "Your Highness, you..."

Chu Qin smiled wryly, this was indeed not what he would say in the past.

"I don't know how many days he has left, Northwest Military Affairs, please you and Lin Shu these days."

Tong Zhang cupped his hands towards Chu Qin, "Your Highness, be polite to me."

Chu Qin seemed to be chatting, "I am destined to have no descendants in this life. In the future, Zhao Ming will have a child, and that child will be the future master of the Northwest Army. You should support him as you support me."

Tong Zhang silently looked at Chu Qin with gray temples.

Ning Ke is dead, Zhao Ming is crazy, and Chu Qin is old.

Now only he and Lin Shu are left in the group of soldiers in the northwest.

"This subordinate understands that he will guard the northwest for His Highness, and I will wait for His Highness to come back to preside over the overall situation when everything is settled here."

There is no need to say more about the delivery between men, a look and movement can communicate with each other.

Tong Zhang and Chu Qin bid farewell outside the villa.

Before leaving, Tong Zhang gave Chu Qin a brocade box.

Tong Zhang didn't see it with his own eyes, but the guard in the barracks said that a white-haired boy in a long gown brought a young man with two braids behind him to stay in the barracks, and named him the Northwest King.

Chu Qin opened the brocade box, and in the brocade box was a golden machete beyond recognition.

After Tong Zhang left, Chu Qin's eyes darkened while holding the brocade box, and he quickly stabilized his figure.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, love, desire, hatred and jealousy are human nature, but when encountering them in real life, it is still unavoidable to feel heart-rending pain.Chu Qin was originally a person who had been slaughtered and had a firm heart, but even a mountain would collapse for a moment, let alone a body of flesh and blood.