Big Han Weiyang

Only after sleeping all night did I feel that the burden of the past few days was lifted yesterday.

When I woke up, the misty sunlight came in through the curtain, and the room was quiet, and there was no one there.Dust floats in the air.

A brazier was burning in the empty meeting hall, and the charcoal made a slight crackling sound from time to time.

The outer armor of my middle coat was taken off, and it was neatly folded on the left side, and a thick quilt was covered on my body.Han said that he fell asleep on the side of the couch, and put on a thick quilt like me, and put aside his blood-stained armor.

Han said that he had just come down from the battlefield, so he didn't have the energy to undress me. Looking at it this way, Sang Hongyang probably settled everything last night.

I wonder why Sang Hongyang didn't take Han Shuo elsewhere.

Although I regard Han Shuo as a confidant, I have always regarded him as a close servant rather than a respectable subject.Therefore, it has never happened that the emperor and his ministers sleep together on the same bed in order to show that they are in harmony with each other.

But compared to Han Saisi's hand holding the mattress, and his scarred body between the gaps in his jacket, I understand.It's not that Sang Hongyang didn't want to take him away, but he couldn't.

When I was the most tired, I subconsciously thought that the empty meeting hall was a safe and warm place.And Han Shuo, who has followed me since childhood, probably thinks that my side is the place where I can rest.

Han said that he was so calm and calm during the day, but he kept frowning in his dreams, as if he was immersed in the nightmare of the battlefield.

I touch Han Said's face lightly.If he closes his eyes, the most beautiful thing on his face is the pair of delicate long eyebrows.

Han said he woke up in a daze: "Your Highness, ah, why did I fall asleep here."

He stood up in a hurry, but the wounds all over his body were sore from the movement, and he couldn't exert his strength no matter what.The anxious expression didn't look like the young general who was resolutely going to the battlefield, but rather like the beautiful but silly little companion of Weiyang Palace reading back.I helped him up and said with a smile, "Are you awake? You go take a shower and sleep again."

"But..." Han said he didn't dare to disobey, but his expression was very embarrassed.

"I need a Han Shuo who can serve me, not a Han Shuo who needs my service. You need to recover your spirit as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Highness." Han said blushing.

Sang Hongyang brought several court ladies and eunuchs in after hearing the sound.The two eunuchs half-supported and half-lifted Han Shuo out.Four court ladies helped me dress and wash.

"What was the situation of the battle yesterday?"

"Returning to Your Highness, yesterday afternoon, two generals stationed in the middle of Yanmen came to the rescue with 1000 cavalry. Together, we killed [-] enemies and captured [-]. The rest of the Xiongnu army fled back to the grassland."

Guo Sheren and Zhang Ou also came in together.Guo Sheren said with a smile: "Your Highness, it was really a close call at that time."

I shake my head.A close call doesn't count.I left at least an hour of buffer time.Even if the reinforcements come a little later, it can be tolerated.

"Can anyone from the capital come to the rescue?"

"Your Highness, no. The two guards did not come here by the emperor's order." Sang Hongyang said.

I have been in Yanmen for so many days, and Emperor Jing doesn't care about it?Whether he was too reassured about me, or the news channel was blocked, he didn't know that I was trapped.Or maybe for some reason they gave up on me.

Whether I want to solve my doubts or the end of the year is approaching, I need to return to Beijing as soon as possible.As long as I enter Chang'an, I believe that all problems can be easily solved.

but……

"Sang Hongyang, why do you ask and answer each question? What's the situation on our side?" The maid tidied up my clothes back and forth and tied my girdle.

"Your Highness, I am the military governor, so let me answer." Zhang Ou's voice was a little low, "On our side, the Han army killed more than 700 people and seriously injured more than 3000 people. The common people... died 300 [-] people, [-] seriously injured and [-] missing.”

I waved the maid away and sat down tiredly.These people, I let them die.Little by little, I instilled in them the idea of ​​dying.I can't help but blame myself for this.

I calculated from the very beginning that time was running out and we might not be able to wait for rescue.So he made a plan to let these people go to the battlefield.

It was the cruel Huns who were trapped in the back, and the people were desperate.They were moved by the fact that the Han army blocked the city gate without fear of life and death, and the continuous reduction in the number of the Han army deepened their despair.

The granaries were burned down, and the remaining grain from their homes was confiscated.

The Huns claimed to massacre the city, which made them terrified.

Feng Jing wanted to sacrifice his life for the country. He planned to die in battle, but I begged him to commit suicide.

That night, Feng Jing was somewhat contemptuous of my request.He guessed that I was asking for a sum.As a county guard, it is humiliating not to be killed in battle, but to use his own head as a tool for peace.

But from the effect point of view, suicide can make his image look taller than death in battle.First, it can stimulate the blood of the people.Secondly, only in this way can his head come in handy when he surrenders at Juli Lake.

I did not tell him these reasons.

Later, Feng Jing's suicide transformed the fear of the people into gratitude and guilt.

The old couple were not the adoptive parents of Juli Lake, but two volunteers.Their death is also a hint that they will never surrender to the psychology of the people.

Then we moved to the second line of defense.This made the people's frightened hearts a little more stable.The porridge and quilts I distributed made them willing to shrink back and not remember the Han army who used corpses to pave the way for their migration.

However, the coldness after the warmth is more devastating than the consistent cold winter.

Thus, the head of General Qian, the clamor of the Huns massacring the city, and the fire in the north of the county burned down their last spiritual barrier.

The cold winter is coming, there is no clothes, no food, nowhere to live, no one to rescue, nowhere to escape.Even the only vague hope of dredging the road was abandoned by me.There is only one dead end before them.

Only such people can fight with my back.

The end of despair can be weakness or anger.Just look at how to guide.

So I let them die with me.

If the situation was not so critical later, the ending would not be so tragic.

"His Royal Highness's decision is not wrong," Zhang Ou said, "If the Huns come in without resistance, there will be more casualties. And at that time, even if the general's rescue arrives, it will be impossible to organize a powerful attack."

I shook my head, I don't need comfort.If people's sacrifices during the process can be forgotten because the ending is good, it is too despicable.

"Where's Gouli Lake? Has it been rescued? Where's Li Danghu?"

Because Huns spies were infiltrated on the day of the war, I thought it would be better to use this opportunity to convey the news I wanted to the Huns.

For example, the prince was unfair to Gouli Lake, who was born in the Huns, and almost put him in a place of near death many times; for example, Gouli Lake seems to have the noble blood of the Huns; If you are angry and kill, you will surrender to the enemy.

Naturally, Juli Lake never really betrayed.Nor can he betray.From the first time we met, he was in my palm and never escaped.

Last night, under my instruction, General Qian attacked the Hu camp at night to create an opportunity for the poisoning of Juli Lake.

This question made the atmosphere in the room suddenly heavy.

Sang Hongyang forced a smile and said: "Your Highness, Ali has been rescued. He was seriously injured and is recuperating. And Li Danghu... on the way back from saving Ali, he died of serious injuries and has already gone."

War always kills.Enemies will die, friends will die, people you don't know will die, and people you know will die too.There was a thick layer of snow outside the window.There are also some small snow powders, which are scattered from the gray sky.

Walking out of the mansion, the common people were wearing sackcloth and filial piety, crying.Someone comforted me: "It's good to cry out, it won't be so painful if you cry out."

I saw this scene in the carriage, sighed, and went to see Li Danghu for the last time.

Before Li Danghu died, he asked to be buried outside Yanmen Pass.

In the majestic green mountains, after this battle, I don't know how many loyal bones were buried.

I sprinkled the last handful of new soil on his tomb, and prayed that his heroic spirit could guard this river and mountain forever.

This day was busy with rectifying the barracks, maintaining order in the county, and handing over power to the county magistrate, and it was only vacant at night.Han, who had rested for a day and a night, said that he supported his injured body and came to my side.

I finished talking with Wu Cao about the last thing of the day, watched them leave, and saw Han Yue standing by the door anxiously and hesitantly.

"What's the matter?" I stood up.

"Your Highness, go and see Ali, he is dying soon."

"Isn't he alright this morning?" I went out, and the eunuch put a cloak on me under Han Shuo's instruction.

"Your Highness, when Juli Lake was rescued, he was not in good spirits. He just managed to hold on with his will. This time I heard about Li Danghu, and I was too sad to bear it." Whenever I When I am anxious or unhappy, Han Shuo's voice is always soft, which makes me calm down a lot.

At the end of the day, two or three stars hung in the sky.Outside the corridor, the snow has stopped.Occasionally, the wind blows, and the snowdrifts on the treetops rustle to the ground.

Pushing open the door, the smell of wound medicine hits the face.I remember that at that time, an arrow fell from a horse in Gouli Lake and was seriously injured.I don't know how he poisoned General Qian when he attacked the Xiongnu army.

The candlelight swayed in the cold wind, Juli Lake closed his eyes tightly, his cheeks were flushed with heat, his face was dripping with cold sweat, and his red eyelids showed a touch of charm amidst his fragility.

I waved to Han Shuo to close the door and go out, sitting sideways on his couch.

"Don't...leave me, don't...don't leave me alone." Julihu clenched his fists tightly, his hair wet with sweat.I was afraid that he would catch a cold, so I wiped him.

I don't know what he recalled in the dream.

"Why, why... Everyone doesn't want me... No one wants me..." He repeated nonsense over and over again.

I sighed deeply.

"I'm so scared...I'm afraid of being alone...I'm afraid that there is no one around me...No one will remember me...I'm afraid...don't..." He shrank into a small ball, the sweat on his face and The tears were mixed together, and they couldn't be wiped clean.

The first time I saw Juli Lake, I knew his fear of loneliness and forgetting.After getting in touch with him slowly over the years, I guessed the reason from his few words.

According to him, he appeared at the border when he was four or five years old, and was adopted by a couple.The days before the adoption must have been difficult.Perhaps both Han and Hu people ignored him and laughed at him.

I have no way of knowing the days after being adopted, but when he came to Weiyang Palace, the couple had their own child, and he was neglected again.Now Li Danghu, who had raised him for several years, died.That Wanqichang, the uncle of Juli Lake, was killed by him himself.

He probably felt that he would always be alone, with nothing, nothing to gain, and nothing to love in life.

"Give it back to me...Give it back to me..." Ju Lihu whimpered while groping for something with his eyes closed.

His eyes turned to the bronze buckle next to his pillow, is this it?I opened his curled fingers and put the buckle in, his palms were cold and sweaty.

He didn't hold it tight.

Once the buckle is in, it slides off.I was just about to pick it up, but he groped for my sleeve and pulled it to my chest.

I looked at him in surprise and found that his expression relaxed a little.Perhaps, a living person can indeed warm the heart better than a cold bronze buckle.

I hold his fingers, which are wet and cool. Although there are many calluses, the joints are still slender, delicate and soft.

"Okay, okay, I'm here. I won't leave you. Sleep well and don't think about it." These days, both physically and mentally, he has suffered a lot.

I tuck him in with the other hand, patting his back.Seeing that he was sleeping more peacefully, he called the eunuch to come in to wipe his body and change his dressing.

The youthful and slender body of the alien teenager was covered with layers of scars.The old wound has not healed, and the new wound is coming again, blue, red, black and purple, and the bone can be seen deeply.It is shocking on the white and greasy skin.

I ordered the eunuch to bring the candle closer, and sat quietly on the edge of the couch, reading the bamboo slips presented to me by Liu Rong.The boy's breathing gradually became steady.After a long time, Han said to come in, saying that the soldiers were going to have a celebration banquet, and they were waiting for me now.

"You tell them, let them have fun, the widow has something to do, so I won't go tonight." I looked at the brief book without looking up.

Han said slightly startled, and said softly: "His Royal Highness really attaches great importance to Ali."

I smiled casually: "Naturally. It's just a banquet. It's not as important as a widowed general."

Wearing a fur coat, I read half the night and slept half the night.In the early morning, the fever in Juli Lake had subsided.

"Your Highness, the generals invite you to discuss matters." Han said.

I glanced at the peacefully sleeping alien boy, nodded, and put down the bamboo slips.

Carefully let go of Gouli Hu's hand, he was a little uneasy, and dazedly tugged on the sleeve of my cloak.

I drew out my saber, cut off the edge of my sleeve, and followed Han's instructions and walked out the door.

"Your Highness, let's go back home and change." Today's Han said that he had let go of the slight gloom of last night, with a slight smile in his eyes.

"Ah."

The author has something to say:

The Yanmen Incident is basically over

Here is another stage of growth~

The preview is at this stage, we have been waiting for many years to restore memory, and the bird will happen~ look forward to it~ look forward to it~

Also, Ah Yue's character is slowly slipping into a certain abyss~