Startled Meng

This violent cough made everyone present terrified. Yu Fangzhi dragged Tang Shuang to the bedside. Tongue coating, complexion is very ugly.

Tang Shuang hesitated: "Master Yan is still heaving a sigh of relief."

"What do you mean?" The speaker was puzzled.

Tang Shuang carefully chose her words: "Actually, Mr. Yan has a very strong desire to survive."

"Strong?" Yu Fangzhi wiped the medicine stain on Yan Cijing's mouth with his fingers, "Since you want to live, why don't you take medicine?"

Tang Shuang held back, but still couldn't hold back, and said, "Master Yan seems...doesn't believe that he will get better. He is probably afraid that he won't wake up from sleep."

Yu Fangzhi whispered: "Why are you so stubborn? What are you doing?"

The situation of the people on the hospital bed was not optimistic, and the person accompanying the bed was also muttering to himself as if in a daze. Tang Shuang couldn't stay any longer, so she finally got up and left.

What Master Yan is obsessed with is not something she should think about, and she can't think of it either.

Yan Cijing lay quietly, the skin on his face was pale and bloodless.

In the distance, the gray smoke rising from Jiangling City is getting thicker...

In fact, he heard it all.

He heard someone calling him Master Yan, Yan Cijing, but his original name was Yan Jingping.

The heat all over his body made him feel like he had returned to the night when he was 12 years old, with red flames everywhere in his eyes, he covered his mouth and wept silently, doing Yan Jingping on the last night of his life.

What are you surprised about?Ping what?

He can't remember who was the first person to call this name, but he vaguely remembers a woman in a blue robe, her laughter is like the summer wind blowing a pool of hibiscus, and he remembers the pair of coarse cloth shoes that kept retreating , and the red string on her wrist.

Later, the red string hung on his hand, but the silver bracelet on his hand disappeared.

However, he has red silk shoes and a silver bell collar again. When he turns around with a wave, the bells will jingle. He remembers that he was lifted high above his head, and that there were thousands of people kneeling before him, as if he was flying in the sky.

After flying for a while and then falling into the mud, he recalled the sound of the wheels turning, the sound of children crying and shouting, and the sound of the whip on the flesh in the dead of night.

Later, he heard a poem, which he remembers till now.

"Lang came on a bamboo horse, and went around the bed to grow green plums. Living together in Changgan, the two little ones have no doubts."

He smiled, but he couldn't say anything, his hands were shaking, and he reached into the baby's cradle, the red rope around his wrist was caught by the baby in his hand, he was giggling, and the baby in the cradle didn't cry, Whoa whoa.

"My name is Yan Jingping, what's your name?"

The baby in the swaddle can only babble, and others can only answer for him.

"His name is Meng Jingyuan."

"Meng... Jingyuan?"

"Why do you call me by my name?" Meng Jingyuan jumped down from the tree and threw himself on him, smiling happily.

Yan Jing pushed him flat, and gave up if he couldn't push, raised his hand to help him straighten his dangling braid: "Then I will call you young master."

"You are not allowed to call me that!" Meng Jingyuan rolled down from him and sat on the grass in a rage, "I told you a long time ago that you don't want you to call me that!"

Yan Jingping crawled over and sat beside him: "Why?"

Meng Jingyuan took his hand: "Only the servants at home call this. The servants can only sleep outside the door at night, but I want you to sleep with me!"

Yan Jingping tugged at the corner of his clothes: "You still ask me to help you dress and put on shoes, isn't that a servant's job?"

Meng Jingyuan pouted: "Then didn't I help you get dressed and put on your shoes?" Putting his small arms around Yan Jingping's neck, "I don't want you to call me young master, if you call me again, then—"

"How about you?" Yan Jingping smiled.

Meng Jingyuan grabbed the red string on Yan Jingping's wrist: "Then you have to give this to me!"

Yan Jingping lowered his head and touched it for a while, then shook his head.

Meng Jingyuan didn't get angry if he didn't get it, he knew Yan Jingping's weakness, he always used this red rope to deceive Yan Jingping.

"Can you help me with my homework? Otherwise, I'll grab your red string!"

"Tomorrow my husband will test my endorsement, you have to remind me, otherwise..."

"Daddy punished me for copying books. I'm so tired. Can you copy for me? Or..."

Meng Jingyuan thought he had subdued Yan Jingping, but in fact Yan Jingping was secretly teasing him behind his back, even if he didn't use the red rope to threaten him, he would help the young master!

Not always coaxing with a smile, but also entrusting with a moment of shock.

Meng Jingyuan thought that the red rope in Yan Jingping's hand could not be fooled no matter what, but it was not, and he was willing to give it to him after being stabbed, lying on the ground bloody, took the red rope and stuffed it into his hand, telling him to run quickly , Bandit will come back, now, run out to survive.

Yan Jingping didn't want to die, but he thought that the red rope could accompany Meng Jingyuan instead of him, so he gave the red rope out and passed out too.

He remembered that Meng Jingyuan asked him later, why did he block that knife for him?

He said, because when I die, no one will remember me, but when you die, your father will be sad, your mother will be sad, and I will be sad too.

Meng Jingyuan hugged him tightly: "Neither of us will die, okay?"

Can you live without dying?

mirror element...

i feel tired...

It seemed that Meng Jingyuan's childish voice sounded in his ears: "Neither of us will die, okay?"

But you are dead, what am I still alive for?

Meng Jingyuan's voice changed, becoming mature and unfamiliar: "Are you living for me?"

Yes!

"You became the magistrate of Jiangling because of me?"

Yes, Jiangling is the place where Mr. Meng used to work, and I will protect it for you.

"But you are going to die now, how can you guard for me?"

Then I don't want to die!

"Are you really only living for me?"

Yes!

"Really?"

Isn't it?Here's what I've been thinking...

Mirror element?Mirror element?

……

At the same time, in Jiangling City, the flames of burning corpses roared into the sky, the bereaved widows wept loudly, and the corpses covered with white cloths kept being carried out in the medical hall.

Tang Shuang knelt down in front of the patient exhaustedly, too late, too late at all, no matter how fast the treatment was, it would not be able to catch up with the life-threatening chains of black and white impermanence.

"Doctor, come and take a look."

"doctor!"

On the Jiangling city gate, He Qian stared at the north where the official road spread, his eyes were sore, and the dripping water wet his armor, his eyeballs were sore but he didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing something.

Yue Junshan persuaded him to rest, but he didn't move. He was standing here for the officials who went home to go to the funeral, and for the survivors in the city who were holding their breath, guarding their increasingly bleak hopes.

"There are no soldiers sent to explore the road yet—general, general!" Yue Junshan suddenly exclaimed.

The soldiers on the tower cheered up, pointing to the fast horse that suddenly broke into the horizon at the end of the vast sky and shouted, only He Qian stood still.

The horse's hooves kicked up sand and dust, and the person on the horse was trapped in the yellow smoke and couldn't tell their faces, but the shocking sound of reining in the horse was clear and piercing!

He fell in front of the city gate, and just before he closed his eyes, he exhausted his last breath after a long turbulence: "Report! The Minister of Disaster Relief has arrived—"

"Boom—" Jiangling city gate restarted.

He Qian finally roared: "Soldiers, follow me to meet you!"

"Yes!"

In the distance, a team of chariots and horses was slowly approaching, and the yellow flags flying on the roof of the cars roared in the wind.

The author says:

almost done!Can't be abused anymore!