The whole world thinks I'm a nephew

The blood illuminated the sky, and the beacon smoke bursting out of the sky almost illuminated the entire Jiayongguan Pass.There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood all over the place, and snow kept falling from the sky, covering the smell of blood with a thin layer in a short while.

The tattered battle flag, half folded, was stuck obliquely in the snowdrift, and most of it was burned by the fire.

There is silence in the world, and even the birds flying south are silent when they pass by here.

In the desolate and endless valley, there is a man standing proudly holding a sword and half of his body erect. The armor on his body and the red tassel on his head have been completely stained with blood, and his body is full of arrows. There are many wounds with deep bones. He had been dead for a long time, and a thin layer of snow had covered his body.But his eyes are still fixed on the front, not looking at his eyes.

——That's Lu Qingyi.

It's still snowing.

Out of the corpses all over the ground and the sky full of gunpowder smoke and snow, they came out alone, one person and one horse.

If you look carefully, you can still see that there is still a person in his arms, the red tassel on the long knife is dripping blood all the way, and it seems to be dripping scarlet plum blossoms in the white snow.

The new wind blew on my face and I lost my feeling, and the snowflakes on my eyebrows turned into frost.

The horse's hooves stopped for a moment, Shen Zhuo clasped his hands together, forcefully broke off the arrow pierced into his back, and threw it into the soil.He exhaled heavily on horseback, the hot air dissipated as soon as it reached his mouth, and drifted down into the night where no one cares about it.

Shen Zhuo could feel that his body was getting colder and colder, his eyes were turning black, and his upper and lower eyelids were constantly fighting, urging him to close his clothes and sleep on the spot, the wound had become numb, but his reason did not allow him to just fall asleep In the past—he still had someone he wanted to protect in his arms.

"Walk out of Jiayong Pass ahead, which is the narrow road leading to Baiyujing." Shen Zhuo leaned into Lin Jingyun's ear, feeling the warmth in his arms, "Brother, your wish is about to come true. So you Be sure to stick with me."

With the onset of cold poison and his weak body, Shen Zhuo didn't dare to tell him to just let him fall asleep, so he could only talk in Lin Jingyun's ear over and over again, forcing himself to cheer up.

The difficulty of the siege of Jiangzhou has been solved, Wangtai waits to step up to move reinforcements, there will be no troubles with Wu Zhuyu and others sitting in the town; then Shen Zhuo's only concern at the moment is as long as his brother is fine.

After crossing Jiayong Pass and throwing off Shen Yu's pursuers, he saw a village living in seclusion deep in the mountains and old forests.At this point, Shen Zhuo let go of his heart that had been hanging for a while, a dog was tied at the entrance of the village, and when he saw them coming, he was lying on his stomach drowsily, but now he jumped up vigorously and barked at them non-stop.

But Shen Zhuo was completely exhausted.

He hugged Lin Jingyun with great effort, his feet went limp, and the two of them fell straight into the snowdrift.The blood stained the warm white snow red, and finally he couldn't open his eyes. Shen Zhuo took his last effort to hug his brother into his arms to keep warm. The two of them lay in the wind, frost and heavy snow, in the endless darkness of the sky, Quietly fell asleep.

The snowy night never stops.

"Well--"

Shen Zhuo seemed to have had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, Lu Qingyi hadn't died yet, and Lin Jingyun was still the same as before, a young man singing and drinking with pride.Only himself, without the title of Sixth Prince of the Eastern Qi Dynasty, went to the racecourse with Lu Qingyi to hunt tigers for skins during the day, and put away his wild clothes at night, meeting friends with Lin Jingyun with poetry, and replacing wine with tea.

This period of time was the happiest time he had ever lived.

Drunk with the lamp on, the moonlight was just right outside, and a pool of clear spring was like an old wine, the moon sank into the bottom of the lake carelessly, and whispered "shh" to him.

His elder brother was standing with his back facing him in the stone pavilion on the small island not far away. He was dressed in white and made his figure look loose, his black and thick ink-like hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he folded a willow in his hand and held it in the palm of his hand.

Shen Zhuo drank, but when he saw him, he suddenly became sober.

In the middle of the night, the story of the King of Chu, the God and the Witch, came from the gazebo, everything was quiet, only a water bay was able to peek into what happened in the gazebo.

Shhh, the Buddha said that you can't say it, you can't say it.

The days slipped away quietly visible to the naked eye, Shen Zhuo's eyebrows gradually became sharper, the young man's eyebrows were like stars, flying obliquely into his temples, and when he stood next to his brother again, he was half a head taller than him.

Even Lin Jingyun said with emotion that Ling Qiu grew up like this at some point.

Lin Jingyun didn't like to taint his official career, so Shen Zhuo gave up General Xiao Yu'an's favor for him, and accompanied Lin Jingyun to travel around mountains and rivers, enjoying himself freely;

From concentric knots of black hair to white heads, it seems that decades of time have passed like a fleeting moment, disappearing in a blink of an eye;

When his brother died in his arms, Shen Zhuo was already a gray-haired old man.

He buried the man under the plum tree they had planted with their own hands, and at the same time sealed two jars of spirits inside.

The aged spirits have sealed their memories so far, and the older they become, the more childish they become. Shen Zhuo stubbornly believes that if they can keep this jar of wine, they will meet again in the next life with the memories of this life. ... "Hey, why is he crying?"

"Huh—stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding, hold him down!"

The person who had been lying on the hospital bed for six or seven days suddenly looked as if he had been bitten by a mad dog. Originally, A Ling hadn't closed his eyes for several days and nights in order to treat these two people, and she wanted to make up for him during the time when he passed out But he didn't expect this person to be so restless, even in his dream he was clamoring to leave, saying that he was going to see some "safety".

Ah Ling blinked her eyes and turned her head irritably, what's the point of being safe and sound, why are you trying to be brave when you're about to die, my son--let's take care of yourself first.

Although it was a slander, Ah Ling reluctantly got up and checked his injuries, and after confirming that there was no danger of bursting again, she fell asleep in peace.

Sleepy, sleepy, sleep for a while.

Hiss, why do I want to eat chicken legs again? ... The young girl's still immature face was reflected under Shen Zhuo's eyes, he just felt that this dream seemed to drag on for a lifetime, and after waking up, he was in a daze and couldn't wake up; he didn't know if it was real in the dream or something outside real.

Shen Zhuo tried to move his arm, and the excruciating pain made his brain clearer.The gauze and wound medicine on the shoulder had just been changed, and there was still pain. He turned his head to check, but saw that all the wounds were stitched and bandaged very meticulously.

After a moment of dizziness, memories flooded in like a tide. He remembered how he got into the elite team of five thousand and followed Lin Jingyun all the way north, and how he used Lu Qingyi's cover after Shen Yu's intention to kill his brother. All the way to escape Jiayongguan.

His elder brother has not recovered from the cold poison in his body, so he doesn't know what the situation is now.

I don't know if he is... alive or dead.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhuo immediately lifted off the quilt covering his body, got up and got out of bed.However, after just a few steps, his feet felt as if he was stepping on cotton, and when his feet softened, he immediately knelt on the ground.

Shen Zhuo hadn't eaten for several days and nights, his limbs seemed to have been drained of strength, and it was extremely difficult for him to even breathe.

Ah Ling had just fallen asleep for a while when she was woken up by the loud noise he made. When she went to see the patient on the bed with sleepy eyes, she saw that the bed was very clean; all the drowsiness in her eyes was immediately dispelled.Ah Ling straightened up with a "huh", turned her head to look for Shen Zhuo, and saw him curled up on the ground because of the pain, with a pale face and beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Oh." Ah Ling hurried over to help him. Doctors don't like this kind of self-assertive and disobedient patients, so they became anxious immediately: "You are so disobedient!"

Shen Zhuo frowned and wanted to wave her hand away, but he had no strength and was restrained by a young girl.

The little girl slowly helped him to bed, removed the gauze bandage again, and gave him another dose of medicine. Seeing that Shen Zhuo's face was twisted due to the pain, she felt a little more comfortable in her heart, and said with satisfaction: "There are many places on your body that are deeply visible. The bone was injured by the arrow, and the body was also poisoned by Gu poison. If my master came back late that night and happened to meet you, otherwise you would have no idea whose house you were reincarnated in now!"

The little girl became more and more angry as she spoke. She pointed at his head with her jade fingers and scolded: "To save you, Master even made soup for you with ginseng collected from Tianshan Mountain. Tilt your head."

Shen Zhuo slowed down, but couldn't hear anything in the buzzing in his head: "What did you say?"

"you you you!"

Ah Ling was so angry that he stomped her feet, Shen Zhuo could see her appearance clearly at this time, the little girl in front of her was beautiful, but the clothes she was wearing did not look like those from Dongqi, judging from her age, she was probably just over cardamom.

Shen Zhuo asked her: "Have you seen the young man who came with me?"

After tidying up the decoction, medicine and silver needles, Ah Ling turned her head and glared at him, "You man, why did I save you, you refused to even say thank you to me, and you are safe and sound when you open your mouth, who is that? Your old friend ?”

Shen Zhuo's face darkened immediately, but because she saved her own life, she couldn't have a seizure, so she had to repeat it patiently.

"...you talk about him." A Ling put down the remaining soup bowl in her hand, and recalled thoughtfully, "I remember him. That young man is so beautiful. A Ling has never seen him in such a big age. Such a good-looking person—”

She paused, her eyes lit up: "I remembered!"

Shen Zhuo hurriedly asked: "What do you remember?"

A Ling said: "The cold poison in the young master's body has not healed, and his body is weak. Although he was not injured as badly as you, he still fell into a coma for several days before waking up."

"Then where is he now? I'll go see him."

"Oh, my brother," A Ling stopped him from getting out of bed, and coaxed him with a bitter face, "Don't go, lest I have to bandage you again—not to mention, that After the young master woke up, he left without saying a word. Where are you going to find him?"

--he's gone.

His brother left him and left.

Shen Zhuo only felt that his mind was buzzing for a while, and he even forgot who "he" was;

"No, no." Shen Zhuo murmured, "How could he just abandon me like this? You're lying to me, aren't you?"