Qi Kuo

The clear sky with his head up and the white snow with his head down, complement each other, imprinting his despair.

He stopped on the spot, looked at Chen Ke's back that was getting further and further away, let go of the hand he wanted to hold him, and tightened his clothes.

He didn't see Chen Ke turning his head, nor could he touch the belt that he had been wearing all the time. There was only himself left in the world.

In the silent darkness, he suddenly remembered the night when he and Chen Ke were alone for the first time.The sky is full of stars, and the sparks are all gentle.

He remembered the deep scar on Chen Ke's palm, a straight cut across the palm of his hand.

Chen Ke half supported his body and asked him: "Why?"

He remembered that he answered him swearingly: "Fight for my mountains and rivers, and win for my robes."

But later, Shanhe became him, and he was the only one left in Paoze.

He didn't know when his relationship began to deteriorate. Maybe it was because of what Chen Ke did in the Khanba King City, or maybe it was because of Chen Ke's approachability, or maybe it was just because he needed comfort at that time, and Chen Ke didn't like it. Ke happened to be by his side.

There are too many reasons, he can't tell.

It's harder.

He squatted on the spot, buried his head in his arms, and remained silent.

In the desert, he was left alone.

Silent yet noisy.

Zhao Jun didn't know how long he had been there alone, but he only remembered that when he came back to his senses, there were only one anxious call after another in his ears.

When Mo Xuan rushed to the battlefield, he happened to see the moment Zhao Jun fell from his horse.

He was stunned for two seconds, and without any hesitation about the obstruction of the people next to him, he clamped his horse's belly hard and galloped towards Zhao Jun.

On the other hand, the national defense army on the opposite side saw someone rushing out of Shanghan, so they couldn't help but mobilized one after another, and the two sides got entangled in an instant.

Mo Xuan rushed to the front early in the morning, ignored Chen Ke, and let the younger gang behind him block Chen Ke's attack.

Mo Xuan has grown a lot in the past six months, and is on par with Zhao Jun's height, and even slightly surpasses Zhao Jun's height.

With a little effort, he carried Zhao Jun on his back, and walked towards Shanghan slightly shaking.

Chen Ke was still a little dazed, but when he saw Zhao Jun's figure leave, he suddenly came to his senses, beat Xiao Yi to the ground with a few tricks, and prepared to go towards Zhao Jun.

However, the Shanghan army who had originally handed Chen Ke over to Xiaoyi suddenly seemed to have made a deal, and surrounded Chen Ke, restraining Chen Ke's pace, and asked Mo Xuan to go back with Zhao Jun on his back.

Mo Xuan was sweating profusely all the way back with Zhao Jun on his back. As soon as he arrived at Shanghan's residence, he saw a large number of people coming over, most of them were doctors.It also includes Shanghantuo and Shanghanchen.

Mo Xuan gave them a cold look, and ran to the place where Zhao Jun lived, carrying Zhao Jun on his back.

The doctors who came took off Zhao Jun's clothes in an orderly manner, and at the same time brought hot water to wipe off the blood on Zhao Jun's chest for emergency treatment.

Mo Xuan withdrew and walked out with Zhao Jun's clothes that had been taken off.Shanghantuo watched Mo Xuan come out, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's hard work."

Mo Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his head to look at him in disbelief.Shanghantuo looked at his expression and said with a smile, "Why this expression?"

Mo Xuan shook his head instantly, lowered his head and took his clothes and left.

Shanghantuo looked at the people coming and going in and out of the tent in front of him, and said to Shanghanchen standing beside him: "It's ok."

Shanghanchen touched his chin thoughtfully, and said, "What if they discussed it in advance?"

Shang Hantuo shook his head: "If you were the one to do this, would you let him stab your heart with a sword and kill you?"

Shang Hanchen was taken aback: "No."

Shanghantuo reached out to pat him on the shoulder, turned and left.Shang Hanchen stared deeply at Zhao Jun's tent, then followed Shang Hantuo away.

Mo Xuan hid in the corner and listened to their conversation, pursed his lips, took his clothes and left.

Mo Xuan stayed by Zhao Jun's bedside for three days without sleep, during which time there was a small episode.

A doctor ran out and said to him, "Prince, in the hands of the general..."

After hearing this, Mo Xuan rushed in, went to the bed and squatted down, looking at Zhao Jun's tightly clenched right hand.

A piece of white jade in his hand is transparent and clear.

Mo Xuan sighed softly, put his hand on the back of Zhao Jun's hand, trying to take the jade out of his hand.

But after trying for a long time, Zhao Jun's hand never loosened at all.

Mo Xuan sighed again, turned to those people and said, "Is he affecting your treatment like this?"

The man who came to him shook his head: "It's okay."

Mo Xuan nodded, and said bitterly: "That's good, I can't figure it out, so you just make do with it, thank you."

After he finished speaking, he saluted the doctor present, saying that the doctor might have never seen him so polite before, they were taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "Prince, you don't need to be so polite."

Mo Xuan smiled, and waved his hands to let them continue to deal with the hideous wound on Zhao Jun's chest.

Several doctors gathered around to deal with it again, and Mo Xuan went out by himself again.

Zhao Jun hadn't woken up for three days. He was in a complete coma without any movement. Mo Xuan asked people to change the medicine every day, but Zhao Jun didn't show any signs of waking up.

On the night of the seventh day, he asked the doctor standing beside him, "When will he wake up?"

The doctor shook his head: "I don't know, it depends on the good fortune. After all, the injury is too deep, even if you wake up, if you don't take care of it later, there will be many roots of the disease."

Mo Xuan looked down at the person lying on the bed with a calm face, but there was no ripple in his heart.He thought: at worst, go with him, what's the matter?There's nothing worth staying for.

That night, he moved Zhao Jun into the bed, and lay beside Zhao Jun with his clothes on, warming him with his own body temperature, while muttering: "Brother, wake up...at least look This pale world..."

He said a lot, some of which he told Zhao Jun, some not. It's for pity on me, wake up."

Zhao Jun still didn't move at all.Mo Xuan hugged Zhao Jun's arm beside him, curled up into a ball and fell asleep beside him.

Outside the tent, a figure hiding in the darkness came in when he heard there was no sound in the tent. He touched the bedside lightly, quickly touched Mo Xuan's sleeping point, and at the same time took out Zhao Jun's wrist, and carefully felt his pulse. , and his originally stretched eyebrows became more and more wrinkled, so that he finally cursed in a low voice: "Fuck!"

But he couldn't do anything, he stretched out his hand to unlock Mo Xuan's acupuncture points, and quickly left the tent.

He rushed all the way to the National Defense Army, opened the handsome tent, pulled off the black cloth covering his face, and sat down on his buttocks regardless of the eyes of the people in the tent, and said, "Okay, just wait, let's see the good fortune." .”

Luo Qize frowned and asked, "Liang Song, what's the pulse?"

As soon as Liang Song mentioned the pulse condition, he wanted to scold someone, and said in a bad tone: "His pulse condition is as if he didn't have one. The whole person is hanging on his last breath."

After Liang Song finished speaking, there was only the silence that could be heard in the tent.

Luo Qize thought for a while, and then asked, "What about the wound on his body?"

Liang Song thought for a while: "I saw it on the left chest during the day, it looks... the condition is not particularly good."

Luo Qize frowned and asked, "Is there any inflammation in the wound?"

Liang Song shook his head: "No, what kind of medicine did the military doctor over there use to completely cover the wound, but I went to see the medicine, and I can't name many of them."

Luo Qize stretched out his hand: "Did you bring back the sample of the medicine? Let me take a look."

Liang Song took out a small paper bag from his arms, put it in Luo Qize's hand, and said, "You'd better research it earlier, I'm afraid..."

Luo Qize opened the paper bag and hummed lightly.

Hu Chen poked Chen Ke with his elbow, and said softly, "Don't you want to say something?"

Chen Ke shook his head: "I have nothing to say."

Hu Chen put his hands on his shoulders and said, "Cheer yourself up? Anyway, he is like this because of us. If you collapse, won't he be very sad when he wakes up?"

Chen Ke nodded, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Get ready, we may have a tough battle tomorrow."

Gu Tan looked at him, tilted his head slightly and hummed.

Chen Ke sat upright and said: "When I went out yesterday, I saw Shanghanchen's army quietly moving towards our right, and it seemed that they were ready to launch a surprise attack on us... We took advantage of the morale of the army recently Zhengsheng, fight back, I've been hiding for so long, my hands are a little itchy."

After listening to the orders, everyone left, leaving Luo Qize to pick and choose from a ball of white powder in the tent.

Chen Ke watched him tossing about in a ball of powder, and just about to speak, Luo Qize suddenly stood up, slapped the table, and said, "That's not right!"

Chen Ke frowned instantly: "What's wrong?"

Luo Qize took a few deep breaths and said, "No, I'm afraid someone wants little Zhao Jun to die without a place to bury him."

Chen Ke didn't speak, Luo Qize went on to say: "In the past few years, none of the medicines seem to be poisonous, but if they are absorbed into the body for a long time, irreversible symptoms will appear at the end, which will cause weakness, and then..."

At the end of his speech, he couldn't help but kicked a chair over, and the powder in his hand fell to the ground because of the huge range of his movements.

Chen Ke was silent for a long time, and his voice was hoarse than usual when he spoke: "Is there any other way?"

Luo Qize nodded: "I'll try my best, but... if possible, call Wu Hongyan, maybe she can use some method to force the poison out of Zhao Jun's body."

Chen Ke agreed in a low voice: "Okay."

Sending Luo Qize to the tent, he whispered: "It's hard work."

Luo Qize shook his head: "We're all brothers, so it's not troublesome." He looked at Chen Ke's face and said, "Hold on...he's still waiting for you."

Chen Ke smiled: "I will, I said to wait for him to come back."

Luo Qize made a fist with his right hand, slapped Chen Ke on the shoulder, and said, "Remember what you said, don't forget, otherwise..." At this point, he shook his clenched hand and said, "You know what? ?”

Chen Ke smiled wryly, stretched out his hand to turn Luo Qize around, and pushed him out: "Okay, let's go, like an old lady every day."

Luo Qize left dumbfounded.

Chen Ke went back, took off his coat, lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, curled up in a ball, and opened his eyes to adapt to the darkness.

He didn't dare to sleep, and when he fell asleep, he dreamed of the scene of that day, with blood splattered everywhere and unforgettable pain.

He didn't want to recall it again.

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Under the devastation of high numbers, I choose to write about them, but the more I write, the more sad I become...