Xianjun, please calm down

Yu Changqing put his arms around his waist from behind, bent slightly and put his chin on his shoulder, and said, "Mo Xiaoyu had a youthful friendship with the emperor, but since he found out that he has feelings for the prince that surpass that of a monarch and a minister, the first The first reaction was to stay away from the capital and guard the border. This idea showed that he never thought about the possibility that the prince would fall in love with him. Afraid that he would stay away, he stepped forward and announced that he would be appointed as the post. Presumably, he understood his temperament very well, so he would not bring up this matter when he was not stable, and blocked his way to leave Beijing in advance. This approach, although Selfish, but if the emperor has feelings, it is not difficult to understand.

It's like when I knew you didn't want to, but I still forcibly took you back to the sect. I just couldn't bear to be separated, even if I was mean and shameless, I didn't want to let you go. "

Da Zhuang quickly clarified: "I'm not unwilling! I'm so happy to see you, and I don't want to be separated from you at all!"

Yu Changqing smiled slightly, and tightened his arms around his waist before continuing: "After the emperor expressed his affection to him, although he accepted it, he did not let go of his guard. From the beginning to the end, his heart , never believed that the emperor might be sincere to him, the assassination order, the emperor did not come forward in person from the beginning to the end, so many things, you still have to go to the capital and meet the emperor before you can make a conclusion, if the emperor is ruthless Righteousness, we naturally cannot let Mo Xiaoyu die, but in case there is something hidden in this matter..."

Da Zhuang frowned slightly and said: "If the emperor is really affectionate, it will be a good thing. After all, wherever a person with a dead heart goes, there will be a pool of stagnant water. To untie the bell, one needs to tie the bell. Mo Xiaoyu is an infatuated person. Let him 'live', none other than the emperor."

Yu Changqing nodded and said: "There are no absolutes in the world, don't jump to conclusions lightly, it won't be too late to take him away after we are sure that the emperor is ruthless."

Da Zhuang couldn't stop nodding and said: "That's right! Xianjun, it's better for you to think carefully, and then we will also take a look at who the national teacher is, so we can casually say that he is a monster that harms the country."

Yu Changqing said: "This prosperous dynasty is in our territory of Cangyanzhou. If there are high-level cultivators who disturb the world, I should take care of it when I return to Yuanzong."

Da Zhuang continued to nod: "Yes, yes, yes..."

He was quiet for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "Xianjun, I have an idea..."

Seeing his smirk, Yu Changqing couldn't help but smiled and said, "Oh?"

Da Zhuang leaned on his ear, said this and that, and said, "Can you?"

Yu Changqing raised her eyebrows and said: "Yes, this is also a solution, but it needs Mo Xiaoyu's consent."

Da Zhuang said: "Of course! I'll go tell him!"

This afternoon, the two got into the carriage again without a sound. Da Zhuang told Mo Xiaoyu about his proposal. Although he thought about it, he really didn't want to face it, so he agreed.

Da Zhuang and the two followed the escort team. Before reaching Shengjing City, Da Zhuang had already mastered the swordsmanship proficiently, but he was not very happy, because he practiced something that his fairy lord had never practiced before. For a long time, this made him feel the crushing of talent.

Not to mention, it's all tears.

The convoy had been traveling for nearly a month, and it was not far from Shengjing City. Fang Mingzhi rode on the horse, looked in the direction of Shengjing, and then at the carriage in the middle of the team, and sighed softly.

He and Mo Xiaoyu used to be colleagues, fought bloody side by side, and met life and death. The man's body was made of iron, so he naturally understood, but as a subject, he could only watch helplessly as his former comrade-in-arms was trapped in the prison. The harem has become a ridiculous male concubine, and now, he has to travel thousands of miles to bring Mo Xiaoyu who escaped from the palace back to the capital.

On this journey, Mo Xiaoyu talked less and ate less, and was more silent than before. He didn't have the determination of his youth, nor was he depressed. There was only a silence, a stillness like stagnant water, which made him feel depressed when he looked at it.

He didn't know what was waiting for this old comrade-in-arms in the capital, no matter what it was, he was helpless.

Just as he was sighing, the carriage behind stopped suddenly, followed by an exclamation. Fang Mingzhi was startled, and ran over without waiting for the soldiers to report, loudly saying: "What happened?!"

The soldier driving the car panicked: "General, Yu Shijun suddenly vomited blood!"

Fang Mingzhi had already got off his horse while he was speaking, his heart sank when he heard these words, he jumped onto the shaft of the chariot, and said in a deep voice, "Where's the military doctor with the army?"

The soldier next to him said: "I have already gone to invite you!"

The door of the car has been opened, and the young general who was originally guarding the car is already inside, supporting Mo Xiaoyu with a flustered expression.

Mo Xiaoyu's complexion was pale, and the blood on his lips was even brighter. His eyes were closed tightly, his breath was short and short, his blood-stained lips were slightly parted, and he seemed to have fallen into a coma.

Shocked, Fang Mingzhi stepped forward and snatched Mo Xiaoyu into his arms, calling out, "Master Yu? Sir Yu?! Xiaoyu!!"

Mo Xiaoyu's body was limp, and she didn't respond at all.

Fang Mingzhi raised his head and said in a deep voice, "What's going on?!"

The young general who advanced into the carriage said in a panic: "General, this subordinate suddenly heard a few muffled coughs coming from the carriage just now. This subordinate heard that the voice was not right, so he asked a question, but Yu Shijun didn't answer, so this subordinate dared to open the carriage. The curtains, and saw that Mr. Yushi had already vomited blood and fell down!"

At this time, the accompanying old military doctor finally arrived. He was carrying the medical box, and was lifted into the carriage by two soldiers, and was grabbed into the carriage by the young general.

Fang Mingzhi said in a deep voice, "Old Meng, quickly take a look at Master Yu!"

Elder Meng stepped forward to get his pulse, checked his eyes, untied his clothes, etc. After busying for a while, he said in a deep voice, "General, Mr. Yu Shijun has a heavy old wound and a depressed mind, five..."

Fang Mingzhi said anxiously: "Say it directly!"

Old Meng sighed, and said: "His old injury has recurred, and his internal organs have been damaged. Looking at the pulse, there is no way to recover."

Fang Mingzhi froze on the spot. He loosened and tightened the hand holding Mo Xiaoyu's shoulder repeatedly, and said in a somewhat difficult voice: "Is there nothing else to do? He was... clearly fine before."

Elder Meng sighed again: "The old and new wounds on his body, the general also saw it just now, if he lives well and takes it easy, he will not live long, but he can last for a few years, but now...he is depressed. , with very little ambition, and having endured for these days, and now has a violent attack, even with the imperial doctor in the palace by his side, there is nothing he can do."

Fang Mingzhi closed his eyes fiercely, looked deeply at Mo Xiaoyu's bloodless face, and said softly, "That's fine..."