After the fall of the country, I became the male queen of my rival

"A few months ago, there was a big battle at the North Gate. Even if it was separated by a mountain, the old man could still hear the deafening sound of fighting. Until a month ago, the sound of fighting stopped. After that, I heard rumors that the North Liang State was defeated, and the Beimen Pass was taken by Yu State, and there has been no news since then.”

Luo Xiaojun lay on his side on the bed, what the village chief said echoed in his mind.

Will Beiliang really be defeated?

"Brother Xiaojun, if you are worried, go and have a look." Ah Jiu, who was sleeping beside him, said worriedly.

Luo Xiaojun turned over and covered himself with a quilt. "sleep."

Ah Jiu sighed, Brother Xiao Jun, why bother, he obviously cared a lot.

At dawn on the second day, the convoy set off in full gear, left the village and entered the official road, Li Dafu and Yu Sanyujiao led the way, Luo Xiaojun and the others were in the middle, and Mo Qi's carriage followed at the end.

Luo Xiaojun was absent-mindedly leaning in the carriage along the way, looking out of the car window, his gaze fell on the snow-covered mountains.

Behind the mountain is the North Gate Pass.

The carriage drove for a day, and arrived at Puzhen in the afternoon when it was getting dark. Luo Xiaojun went to Li Dafu's warehouse with a lot of thoughts, and took a look there before handing over the inventory to Yujiao and Yusan. Do.

He disappeared into the convoy.

As the sky gradually darkened, Luo Xiaojun rode his horse to the front of the mountain. He should have gone to count the goods and then returned the same way. He shouldn't have come here, and he shouldn't have thought about meeting him.

In this book, he is a character who should not exist, he is not Luo Junhuai, nor is he any definite character.

He is Luo Xiaojun, he can't have feelings for anyone here.

A snowflake fell on his nose, and he raised his hand to touch it, and the snowflake melted.

He is like this piece of snow, no matter how high he flies or how far he floats, it will eventually fall into the mud, melt on his fingertips, and disappear into this world.

Luo Xiaojun let out a deep breath, he turned and walked back, he shouldn't have come.

"help me!"

His footsteps stopped, and he seemed to hear someone calling for help.

Turning around abruptly, he swept across the snow-covered woods, his eyes fixed on a bloodstain.

He pulled out the self-defense knife at his waist and walked over, the more he walked, the more bloodstained, and finally stopped in a snow pit, where lay a man with an arrow stuck in his back.

"Are you a soldier of Beiliang?" Heijia is the symbol of Beiliang.

The soldier stretched out his hand tremblingly.

"save……"

Luo Xiaojun grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the snow pit. The soldier's whole body was stiff and his limbs were cold. The eyelashes on his face were covered with snow, and he didn't know how long he had been in the snow.

"Save...Save..."

He pointed in one direction, opened his lips one by one, and tried his best to say each word.

"Save what? Is there your companion over there?" Luo Xiaojun moved closer to his ear, trying to hear more clearly.

The soldier's breathing became weaker and weaker, and he lost his breath just like this while keeping the gesture pointing in one direction.

Looking at the black armor on his body, I remembered that the two deserters the village chief said should be him, and the direction he pointed should be the place where his companions were hiding.

Now that we have met, Luo Xiaojun has no reason to refuse to save him.

This is a mountain forest, the further you go, the thicker the snow, the mountain roads are covered by snow and there are no people here, walking in the snow can't tell where is the road, where is the grass, and where is the hillside, so Luo Xiaojun must be careful.

Following the direction the soldier pointed, after walking for a short time, they saw a hidden cave.

His companion should be hiding in it.

For safety's sake, Luo Xiaojun pulled out the knife and held it in his hand.

The cave was pitch black, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside from the outside, so Luo Xiaojun stood at the entrance of the cave and yelled.

"anyone there?"

No one answered inside, so Luo Xiaojun had no choice but to walk inside.

As soon as he stepped into the entrance of the cave, the wrist holding the dagger was clamped strongly, and his arm was spun around and pressed against the stone wall.

The man's knee was pressed against his lower back, and the sword was pressed against his neck with a chirp.

"Who are you!"

A strong smell of blood permeated the air, the voice was hoarse and weak, and the arm that was holding him was trembling slightly.

"You are hurt."

There was a heavy breathing sound in his ears, like the low moaning of a wounded beast.

"Your voice...is very familiar."

The hand holding his arm was released, and there was a muffled sound behind him, Luo Xiaojun turned his head, and through the dim light, he could vaguely see a person lying on the ground.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

Luo Xiaojun picked up a wooden stick and poked it to make sure that he didn't respond, so he went over boldly, squatted beside him and put his fingers in front of his breath.

"And breathing."

Luo Xiaojun noticed that there was a bonfire here, so he took out a fire pocket and lit the bonfire, and the fire illuminated the entire cave, warmly dispelling the chill.

Luo Xiaojun rubbed his red wrist and muttered to himself with his back to the unconscious man.

"Fortunately, you were lucky enough to meet me. Otherwise, you might have to freeze to death in the cave."

While speaking, Luo Xiaojun looked back at the unconscious man lying on the ground.

He was wearing a black armor, with blood stains all over his body. I don't know if it was his own or someone else's. His hair was messy and bloody, covering his face so that he couldn't see his features clearly.

Luo Xiaojun patted him, the man remained motionless, Luo Xiaojun looked at the dark sky outside the cave.

"I'm afraid it will snow heavily tonight, so I can't keep you here."

He grabbed his arm, put it on his shoulder, and helped him up with great effort, half on his back and half dragging him out of the cave. It was already dark and the road in the mountain was not easy to walk.

Luo Xiaojun followed the way he came, almost moving little by little, the distance that could be covered in less than a quarter of an hour, Luo Xiaojun walked for half an hour.

When they got to the side of the road, they worked hard to put the man on the horse, and Luo Xiaojun rode on again, leading him towards Puzhen. After arriving at Puzhen not long after, there was heavy snowfall in the sky.

Luo Xiaojun found a nearby inn, asked the waiter to help him upstairs, put him on the bed, took hot water to wash off the blood on his hands, and saw the man's fingers moving.

He walked over and looked at the man on the bed.

"Are you ok?"

The man opened his eyes half-opened, and then slowly closed them again.

Luo Xiaojun noticed that there was a very serious knife wound on his chest, although it was simply bandaged, it was still oozing blood.

"You wait here, I will go to the doctor."

Luo Xiaojun went downstairs and left the inn, the doors of the medical center were closed at night, so Luo Xiaojun had to knock on the door in the wind and snow.

The doctor opened the door, Luo Xiaojun grabbed his arm.

"Doctor, human life is at stake, please come with me."

The doctor went with him with the medicine box on his back, went up to the second floor, opened the door and went to the window, grabbed the man's hand to feel his pulse, and he said with a solemn expression for a moment.

"He's badly wounded. Go get some scissors and cut his clothes off."

Luo Xiaojun asked the waiter for scissors and came in. The doctor was wiping the blood on the man's cheek, "He has a wound on his forehead, and it needs to be debrided first."

Luo Xiaojun was about to hand the scissors to the doctor when his eyes fell on the face of the person on the bed.

"Boom." The scissors in his hand fell to the ground.

Luo Xiaojun covered his lips and took a step back in disbelief.

"It's him……"

Although he has lost a lot of weight, and there are blue stubbles on his chin, but he will not admit his mistake, he is Chu Hengyi, it is Chu Hengyi! !

"how so……"

The doctor sprinkled the golden sore medicine on the wound on his forehead, seeing that Luo Xiaojun was still in a daze, he urged him.

"Give me the scissors."

Luo Xiaojun's eyes flickered, and he hurriedly picked up the scissors that fell on the ground and handed them to the doctor.

The doctor cut off the clothes on the man's body, and a crumpled bandage under the clothes was tightly attached to the wound. The bandage was already soaked and somehow contaminated with something, exuding an unpleasant smell.

Doctor Rao frowned when he saw this scene.

"Come here." He looked at Luo Xiaojun.

Luo Xiaojun walked over, the doctor said:

"You hold his arm, otherwise if I treat the wound and he moves around, it will be very difficult to deal with."

Luo Xiaojun nodded, took off his shoes, went to bed and knelt on the inside, holding the man's hands.

The doctor's face was solemn, and he took a small knife to separate the gauze and the bloody wound bit by bit.

The gauze was almost growing together with the pus-filled wound, and taking off the gauze was equivalent to living flesh. Luo Xiaojun couldn't bear to look at it, turned his face sideways, and the hand holding the man's arm was trembling.

The candles were flickering, and the night was getting dark. The doctor put down the knife in his hand, sprinkled golden sore medicine on the wound, and re-wrapped it with clean gauze.

After doing this, he was already sweating profusely.

After wiping off his sweat, he took out a pen and paper and wrote a prescription, and handed it to Luo Xiaojun.

"Use this prescription tomorrow morning to go grab the medicine, and remember to change the medicine on the wound every three days."

Luo Xiaojun handed the consultation fee to the doctor, and the doctor took the medicine box and walked to the door to look back at him.

"The imperial court is chasing deserters from other countries who fled into the city. Anyone who is found will be arrested by the government. I advise you to take him out of here earlier, otherwise you will also be implicated."

"Thank you."

The doctor walked out of the room with the medicine box on his back, and he couldn't help sighing when he got outside the door. He had never seen anyone alive after being injured so seriously in his practice for many years. Moreover, his wound was not formed in a day, at least it took a month...

The snow fell harder and harder, and the house was quiet, except for the crackling sound of coals exploding in the stove.

Luo Xiaojun stood at the door, looked at the man on the bed, lowered his head and bit his lip tightly.

After a long time, he finally moved towards the bed.

"They said you lost, but I don't believe it."

He sat on the edge of the bed, his vision was blurred, his nose was stuffy, and his voice became more and more dull.

"You are the invincible Northern Liang Emperor Chu Hengyi."

A drop of tear fell on the man's cheek, the man opened his eyes, and there was a blurry figure in his hazy vision.

Who is he?

He tried to see the man clearly, but he was too tired to open his eyes.

At dawn the next day, when the snow stopped, Luo Xiaojun went to grab the medicine and went to the inn kitchen to boil the medicine himself and bring it up. He held up the back of his neck, let him lean against his arms, and fed the medicine into his mouth spoon by spoon.

Chu Hengyi had already fallen into a coma, and it was very difficult to swallow. Most of the medicine fed flowed down the corner of his mouth. Luo Xiaojun simply held the medicine in his mouth and fed him mouth to mouth.

After feeding a bowl of medicine with nothing left, Luo Xiaojun carefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

After taking care of him meticulously for two days, Luo Xiaojun came to say goodbye to him today.

"I have sent someone to send a letter to Rongyao, and he will find you soon and take you back." His voice was hoarse and muffled.

He stood up, and when he turned around, the wrist was caught by the man's hand.