I pulled his clothes, he was injured, and he was caught in the rain last night. He has never been such a willful person, but what happened now.
"Your Majesty! I remonstrate with you!" The man knocked his head heavily on the ground. "If Your Majesty doesn't diagnose and treat you, I'm afraid you won't even be able to save your arm! Please Your Majesty..."
I was stunned for a moment, looking at the imperial doctor who was shaking like chaff but speaking powerful words. I looked at him again and called out softly: "Dongli..."
Don't let anything happen, don't let anything happen.
He sighed, tilted his head slightly, and patted my hand with his left hand: "You go ahead, I will treat the injury, don't worry, it's not a big deal, it's just a small injury, these people are used to making a fuss out of a molehill, you know of."
Small injury? It's said that the arm cannot be saved, but is it a minor injury? I didn't believe it, but I had to leave. I was afraid that if I stayed, he would refuse to treat me. He doesn't want me to feel sad, so I can't let him see my pain.
But what I didn't expect was that after I left, I wouldn't see each other again for half a month, and during this half month, things suddenly happened.
It is said that Fuqi's army has surrendered the auspicious beast, and its morale has greatly increased, and it has the tendency to move northward. Fu Xi, who had been away for a long time, suddenly fell into a dream. The words he spoke were broken into chapters, but every sentence asked me to leave. The Qin Tian Jian in the palace sent people to spread the news, saying that there was a true dragon's energy filling the sky in the south, the sky in the east was declining, and the north was dark and unclear, and there would be signs of destruction of the country.
Needless to say, the consequences were that the officials of the Qin Tian Jian were massacred. However, that night I went out to watch the sky. For some reason, I inexplicably felt that something was wrong in the south. Vaguely, I actually felt a bit of dragon energy, splitting the north side domineeringly.
The green dragon dominates the east, and the god of the south is Suzaku. Could it be that the real dragon has come to the world, approaching the majesty of Suzaku?
I shook my head. They were just legends. I had never believed them. What happened now?
However, it is not a matter of whether I believe it or not.
Half a month later, I couldn't bear it any longer and broke into his Chongyuan Hall. He held the sword in his left hand and propped himself on the edge of the couch. His right sleeve was blown up by the wind outside the door, making him look miserable.
He raised his head, looked at me, shrank his right shoulder and moved a few inches inward, and finally smiled self-deprecatingly and looked up at me.
"Have you heard about what happened in the south?"
I nodded, he already knew, no need to ask anymore.
"It's just nonsense, don't worry about it."
It's nonsense, why should his eyebrows be so deeply frowned?
"In a few days, I'm leaving."
Is it a southern thing?
"The auspiciousness in the world, I only believe in you. Fuqi's gimmick of lingering on is not something to be afraid of."
I nodded, I believe it.
"If you were around..." He suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Don't imagine, don't have extravagant hopes, so that the nothing in the end won't be particularly painful.
Being by his side will only drag him down. We all understand this kind of thing. The battlefield situation is changing rapidly, and it is impossible for me to follow his footsteps all the time.
For my own good, for his own good.
God is on his side, isn't it? Back then, weren't they all on his side when it came to convicting Niu Yaizhen? Didn't a thunderbolt resolve the crisis between him and Basil Jiyu? God helps me, so why should I worry?
"Take care of yourself while I'm away. If my servants bully you, move me out." He said with a mischievous smile.
They are not afraid of him, so what's the use of moving him out? What's more, although the servants are not afraid of me on weekdays, none of them have close friendship with me, so how can they come to provoke me.
"Liao Nan, come here." He raised his hand. There was obviously a large space on the right side, but he turned to the side and made a clear space on the left hand side. I always feel like it's a bit inconsistent. His right arm was injured. Was he worried that I would touch the wound?
I didn't say anything and sat next to him. He raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "Back then, you wouldn't even be touched."
Now, she has no inhibitions about sitting on the same couch with him.
"Liao Yan, let me ask you again, will you be my queen?" He looked at the gilded dragon-carved roof and said, "This is the last time."
The last time I asked, he would not force me if I wanted to or not. Just like at the beginning, when I hesitated, he opened the way back to Liao Mansion from the palace. He let go so freely that people didn't dare to refuse.
His hand touched the flowing white hair behind me and said softly: "You are auspicious."
Even if he lifts me to the sky, I still understand that I am just a freak and a monster. It's not auspicious, it brings chaos and end.
Being by his side was the result of all my courage and impulse. I no longer have the strength to stand shoulder to shoulder with him and look down at the world.
He looked at me, then turned his head back to the extravagance, and said: "In three days, the army will march south. If you agree, you will give me a ride. If you don't agree, don't come."
He gave me three days to think about it. I don’t know whether to give him or me a gap, a little hope.
Those three days were very painful for me. His child servant turned me away and kept saying that he was still in treatment. There are only three days left. Is he still undergoing treatment? Traveling all the way back to the capital just to treat an arm? I couldn't think of a better reason, so I couldn't force it, so I hid in the side hall and thought quietly. How should I tell him so that both sides will not suffer losses. Looking back carefully, apart from when I was a child, I have known him for nearly four years, and we have only said six words in total: Dongli, Dongli, Dongli. Could it be that after three days, I would be able to say a complete sentence and tell him that I wanted to but couldn't. Do you use a long paragraph to state the reason and persuade him to understand it?
I was very confused. Three days later, in the early morning, I was awakened by the sound of military drums while lying on my desk. It was just like the day he left for the expedition, and he left without even seeing him for the last time. Only this time, there was no hesitation, no stumble, just that moment, my feet had already made the decision for me.
I ran away, not caring about the many things, and ran out as fast as I could. The plain black sleeves were blown up by the wind, and I didn't dare to stop.
The heavy sound of the palace gate shook his ears, and there was a dazzling silver light in front of him. It's a soldier's armor! He hasn't left yet!
In the distance, there was a figure, tall and cold, sitting upright on a horse, holding a sword in his left hand. He seemed to be about to turn around and give the order to set off, and his slightly parted lips froze at that moment.
"Liao Yan, come here." His words were very soft and could be heard clearly as they fell next to me across thousands of soldiers.
The army immediately made way for him, and I held up my skirt and ran towards him. His figure became clearer in my eyes. Only then did I realize how much I hated this pair of eyes that could never see things clearly. But suddenly, there was something about that outline. The violation was just like the violation three days ago, as if something was missing.
What's missing?
Step by step, we are getting closer and clearer. Gradually it became clear, and there was a sudden pause at my feet. Just in front of his horse, he bowed, lifted me up with one arm, raised me high, and shouted to the three armies: "This is God's auspiciousness, God bless me Jiugao!" "
In this case, he really dared to say it in front of the three armies. But now, I no longer have the mind to think about how false these words are. I just looked at his right arm and stared at it. At this moment, I would rather there was something wrong with my eyes and what I saw was just an illusion.
But that's not it. Everything that happened in recent days has been explained.
Why did he smash the medicine bowl without knowing it, why did he yell at the doctor uncharacteristically, why did he put me on his left side, why did he hold me with one arm.
His right sleeve was empty.
That day, when I grabbed his sleeve, I thought I just missed his hand because of the cover of the wide sleeve. It turned out that I could no longer hold his hand.
The hard armor outlines the figure so abruptly.
His right arm was amputated halfway down the forearm, and the hand that supported me time and time again disappeared.
In the palace, he always wore wide sleeves to cover up, why I didn't realize it until now.
The oath of thousands of troops shook the world. I held his shoulders and held back the tears.
Why didn't he say it? Why did you hold back from telling me that night when you came back? It was so dark that I didn't notice it.
"When I come back, I will marry you." He raised his head and whispered to me.
I bent down and buried my head in his neck, holding his armor tightly with both hands. Hard, cold.
"Can't bear to leave?" He smiled softly.
I nodded.
I really couldn't bear to see him get hurt like this. How can he, who is right-handed, go to the battlefield now?
"Want to go together?"
His words didn't sound like a joke. But can I go? I can only be a burden to him. However, if I don’t want to go, I can’t say it out loud.
He raised the corners of his lips and said loudly: "With the blessing of the gods, this battle will be a victory! Let's go!"
The war horse under me suddenly galloped southward, and it was too late for me to say anything.
He straightened my body and said in my ear: "Hold the reins. This horse is very fast. Don't fall off. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold you back."
That last sentence was mixed with weakness.
Not seeing each other for half a month, how painful would it be for him to handle such a thing by himself? He is such a man who once had to endure hardships, but it was for the sake of today's glory and respect in the world. However, when he obtained this position, he lost his most powerful arm. He used this arm to hold the sword and fight to conquer the world. Now, I have an empty sleeve. How could he bear it?
I could only nod. I can't help anyone else around him. Protecting myself and not letting him worry is the greatest help I can do.
It's been a long time since I had such a bumpy journey. When I marched with him, I wasn't in such a hurry. Every time, everyone took great care of me. Now, seeing the sun getting a little brighter, he took me and ran in front of the army, unable to stop for a moment, and any care he took was superfluous. The thousands of troops and horses behind him are no longer the people who were as close as brothers to the big guys with hairy legs. They worked hard for him, maybe 70% of them were loyal, and the other 3% were just relying on money and food to survive. After all, the world is so big, there will always be some people who want to stay for various purposes. I only hope that my presence will not reduce this loyalty any further.
