That was a sound I had never heard before. It was not Jimo or Negative. But stable and practical. I looked around, and there were only noisy crowds around me. They were obviously dead, but they still just wanted to live. Everyone was screaming in panic, and no one would say a word to me like this.
But this sentence made me feel like I was grasping at straws, and I wanted to live no matter what.
I hugged the little girl and huddled in the corner. It might be safer here. I might as well wait and see the situation before making any plans. She bent her legs and knelt on my shoulder. Time seemed to be very long, and everything in front of me was exactly the same as the last moment. Collapse, death, wailing, struggling.
"Ah!" My arms were suddenly empty, and I lowered my head. The weight in my hands made me frown.
The area where she was kneeling collapsed. I was sitting on the edge, and she was hanging in the air. She suddenly grabbed my hand, and the force made me almost fall down.
I bent down, trying to maintain my balance, and looked down at her, my heart aching.
That fear is all too familiar to me.
Did she see my face and think I was a monster?
She twisted her little body, eager to get rid of my hand. Doesn't she know? If I let go, she falls and dies.
Or am I more scary than death?
"Let me go! Let me go!" She struggled desperately, raised her other hand, and grabbed the back of my hand.
The child was weak and the wound was shallow, but blood continued to drip onto her arm. She looked at the blood stain, the fear and disgust in her eyes obvious.
There was a sudden shock and a loud noise in the back of her head. I didn't even feel the pain, but her eyes suddenly opened wide, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying. Scarier than me?
Behind the ear, something hot slid past, and there was a flash of bright red in front of his eyes. It dropped like a broken line and splashed to the next layer.
My body somehow fell with the redness, and my consciousness was lost a little bit. I only remembered to cushion my body underneath and hold the child tightly in my arms.
It was dark before my eyes. I don't know if it was because everything had been overturned, or because it was just my dreams and reality that had been overturned. Maybe, I will die like this?
Live! You keep me alive! Otherwise, I will never forgive you even to the death!
You will never forgive me even if you die?
Who is willing to accompany me to death?
Bury for me...
My heart suddenly felt heavy and I suddenly opened my eyes. My eyes were as dark as before, and the surroundings were filled with the smell of dust. Just at least, I'm still alive.
Warmth in my arms, warm numbness.
Still alive? Is the child who is so afraid of me still alive?
"Help...help..." Her voice was very weak, but she kept calling for help. She wanted to leave me, and she didn't even want to die with me.
No one came to rescue, no one. There was only deathly silence.
I lay there quietly, with no feeling at all on my body. The heat in my limbs dissipated little by little. Only the little girl in my arms was still warm. But this warmth is not for me.
Her voice faded away little by little, as if it had never been heard before. No one heard it, no one knew it. She was tired and her voice was too hoarse to speak.
I was drowsy and almost fell asleep. The moment my mind was disconnected, I suddenly heard a noise. It seemed like someone was struggling under the ruins, just like us. But the man's movements were so big that the layers of rubble made random noises, and suddenly a shrill scream penetrated the ruins like a ghost, and then there was no sound again.
That person, that person who was alive just now, should be dead.
She shivered in my arms and lost her voice.
If that is your destiny, don't struggle needlessly. At least, leave calmly and calmly.
Like my whole life. Living in the fear and hatred of others, even if Jimo can create an illusion for me, at this moment, the illusion collapses, and the beautiful dream goes silent along with this splendor. In the end, I will still die in the fear and hatred of others.
When I close my eyes, it seems that I can see the lies he carefully created for me.
I didn't want to die, I was just tired. My limbs were obviously numb and I had no feeling, but I felt unusually tired in my heart. I wanted to have a deep sleep, but when I woke up, I didn’t know what was waiting for me on the other side of the dream.
"If you dare to die, I will accompany you."
"If you dare to betray me, I will betray all living beings in the six realms."
"If you leave, I can pester you for eternity."
"If I die, I will be completely destroyed. I won't let you wait for me to come back in vain."
"I don't want your grave to be covered with aster flowers."
If I die, I will be completely destroyed.
Dream, suddenly woke up.
One pair of eyes, blurry.
I haven't forgotten a single word of what I said in the dream. Every word hits my heart, hard, one after another. Blood and muddy tears flowed.
No one has said such words to me, but that dream is as clear as a memory.
Every inch of his body felt as if he was being hurt by Ling Chi.
"Are you awake? Does the wound hurt?" A face came close to him, his eyebrows were gentle. It's negative.
I shook my head gently, but just such a small movement made me frown in pain.
His face was full of guilt: "I shouldn't have asked you to come."
I endured the pain and shook my head again. I can see the current situation and he is helpless. Every time he appears, he leaves in a hurry. If there really is a real dragon in the south, it will be very difficult for him. I understand, and I don’t expect him to come and save me. When he comes, I am content and will not blame him anymore.
"I can't stay too long. I have to keep an eye on the south. You..." He hesitated.
I reluctantly opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
I wanted to tell him that it was okay with me.
"Are you still going to the capital?"
I nodded.
He clenched his fists and held on to avoid hitting the edge of the bed. His words were spoken through gritted teeth: "If I hadn't..."
In one word, he bit off half of it and swallowed it with such difficulty.
If it wasn't extremely difficult for him, it would be easy for him to go to the capital to get his broken arm. But now, I have to risk my life. The powerlessness in his heart was very obvious, and I couldn't blame him.
He closed his eyes before saying: "Most of them are superficial injuries. Take care of yourself. That girl is gone. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself too much. Recuperate your injuries, get your things and go back. At least Jimo will take good care of you." Protect you."
I nodded.
He took out many medicines and taught me the dosage and effects of each medicine. I wrote them down one by one, but he repeated them again.
After a long silence, he looked into my eyes and suddenly said: "I'm waiting to drink your tea. No matter how much I make it myself, it doesn't taste good."
I nodded in agreement, and he stood up, fed me water and rice before finally leaving.
This time, I don’t know when we will meet again.
I had a very difficult time in those days, and it was almost a problem for me to walk. However, fortunately, his medicine was always good and I rested for seven days. Although there were still sporadic pains in my body, I couldn't stop. Set off towards the capital.
Wolongkou is in ruins, and the immortal aura accumulated over thousands of years can no longer be found. There is no one around in the surrounding areas. I don’t need to wear a hat anymore because there is no one here anymore.
The road was long and I had nowhere to buy horses, so I could only leave on one pair of legs.
Seeing the time passing by and the sun setting in the west, all I could do was to find a resting place as soon as possible, drink a sip of water, eat a piece of dry food, and wait to continue walking in the morning.
The days repeated like this little by little, until I no longer felt time. When the figure in front of me flickered, I suddenly realized that it turned out that having to wear a veil and a bamboo hat to spend the day was also such a nostalgic thing.
I can't remember how long it took until I found the horse, found the way, and arrived at the capital. I just remember the moment when I entered the city gate, I felt dazzled by the prosperity of the capital.
The dazzling prosperity, the dazzling comfort, the dazzling familiarity. I almost slipped off the horse.
I have spent nearly twenty years here, no matter whether I am happy or not. Although I have traveled with the army, this place has always been my home. Whether it is lonely, lively, desolate or war-torn, this is all. My shelter. However, at this moment, I held the reins tightly and warned myself not to relax. Once I relaxed, I no longer had the strength to leap onto the horse.
The scars on his body have long since healed, but his forehead was severely scratched by rubble, and the scar was ugly. Fortunately, I wrap myself up tightly every day, even my eyes are closed in the shadow of the bamboo hat.
When the guards at the palace gate saw me, they didn't recognize me. When I took off the veil that bound my face, the look of surprise was very funny.
"Miss Liao!" They wanted to kneel down, but I just raised my hand and motioned for them to open the door.
No pretense required, smooth flow all the way. When I was living in the darkness of the Liao family, I never thought that such a magnificent palace would allow me to come and go freely. The long and straight road can easily give people the illusion that the sun is born for me. But I know that it was not born for me. I have known it clearly since I was a child.
Chongyuan Hall, the high Chongyuan Hall, I rode up to it.
In Jimo's absence, even the court officials were lax. In the past, such disrespect would have been cut into pieces many times.
All the people in the palace were alarmed, but I just looked around alone without saying anything. Until a celadon bottle was knocked over, and broken porcelain pieces fell all over the floor. A woman fell to her knees.
"Miss Liao, don't embarrass these servants. If they break something, they will have to pay with their lives." A voice sounded, a clear and delicate voice that I recognized.
In the Southern Qing Dynasty, the fifteen or sixteen girl who accompanied him on the day he ascended the throne. She is still in the palace.
"What are you looking for, Miss Liao?"
I raised my right arm, wondering if she would understand.
To her, I am always speechless, unable to say even a simple sentence, like a mute.
She squinted her eyes, her eyes were as clear as water and so beautiful that it made people jealous.
Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and covered her mouth as if she had a sudden realization. After a long while, she said: "Brother Jimo's..."
I nodded quickly, but still couldn't stop her from saying "Brother Jimo." With all the servants here, how could she not call His Majesty respectfully? There was a horse neighing at the door, and I lowered my head. We could only be each other.
"If you want that...it won't be..." She hesitated, but I understood what she was going to say, her eyes were too straightforward.
Does she think I know the magic of witchcraft?
Lowering her eyes and looking at the palms of her hands, it was no wonder she thought so.
She shook her head, not intending to comfort her slightly frightened heart.
"Then why?"
The way I looked at her, it was clear that she knew but wanted to be troublesome.
He frowned at her, opened his palm and motioned for her to get it. I don't have time to waste with her. No one can predict what will happen on the way back and how much time it will take.
She frowned as if she was thinking about something, and looked at me again from time to time. I became more and more upset, and looked at her steadily, even more annoyed, and slammed my fist on the table hard. The jade pot trembled, and the sound was very pleasant.
She was startled and looked at me blankly.
It seems that I have never been like this on weekdays. Indeed, on weekdays, who would notice my existence, my joys and sorrows. Now that it is shown to her, she naturally cannot understand it and has no way of knowing.
"It was stored in the ice cellar and was already somewhat rotten when it was returned..." she said quietly.
I immediately ran out, put on my bamboo hat, jumped on my horse and raised my whip.
Something is rotten... I wonder if Fu Xi can still heal it? How can I take it back this way?
The weather is getting colder, and the ice cellar is no longer so tightly guarded. When I arrived, I was still dozing off slightly.
I waved an empty whip to wake him up. He stared at me blankly for a while, then tremblingly went to open the door.
Am I too terrible today? With no time to think about it, he got off his horse and went in to search. His arm was just there, sealed in ice, and turned into a strange color.
His right hand.
His right hand.
I took a deep breath, but my heart still felt suffocated.
What happened that caused him to lose his right hand?
No blood could be seen through the transparent ice, but how much blood spurted out from his wounds that day?
I bit my lip. I had no time to think about it anymore. I put the piece of ice that was unbearable to look at into the box and left a note for Nan Qing.
Ask the inn station going south to prepare enough ice all the way.
Although the weather is cold now, I want to make sure everything is safe.
Without any further stop, he ran out of the palace and headed south immediately. This road was still too long. We still had to find Qingqiu Mountain, and there were too many things to complete.
Without him, what would be the situation on the battlefield?
What will happen to Fuqi if the army presses on the border?
Without him, who can take charge?
If the final result is not satisfactory, who can tell the cause and effect of our thousands of miles of travel?
There are so many unknowns that I can't breathe. There is no escape. I don't know how to move forward like this, but I just move forward like this, with no way out.
No matter what, I breathe hard. People like me can only move forward without looking back when there is no way back.
This road is quite smooth. Think about it, the war in the south has turned for the better?
Halfway through the journey, someone came to pick him up. The post stations were arranged one by one, the horses were replaced, and the march became faster and faster. Counting the days, it would only take five days to meet each other on such a journey.
Natural disasters and man-made disasters have been avoided, and it seems that the broad road is in front of us.
The team he sent to meet them was only seven people, but it was obvious that all of them were practicing masters. Jiugao's armor was worn on his body, which looked cold but familiar, which made people feel at ease. A small team, equipped with both offense and defense, seems to be able to withstand all flying arrows.
However, just being with such a relaxing group of people caused me to have nightmares, such real nightmares.
At that time, there were only two days left, and the snowstorm slowed down the journey. They said that if they had better horses, when the snow stopped, they might be able to get back in a day and a night. Unfortunately, the good horses were on the front line and they did not dare to go back in the post station. Keep.
I relaxed, and it became a harmless thing for a day, night or two days. His broken arm was well protected, and I was satisfied.
It was already dark, so I had no choice but to go back to my room to rest, while seven strong and muscular men stood guard in the hall. Along the way, they took turns keeping vigil, which saved me the worry and half-asleep worry when I went to the capital.
I always sleep well on the night of the return trip, except this one night.
I understand that I am dreaming, but I will not wake up.
In the dream, Basil Jiyu was covered in blood, and there was a huge hole in his neck, proving that he was dead.
He chased me, his hands curled into claws, and he kept shouting my name and the way I would die. Burning to death, random arrows, skinning, cramping... each of them was extremely cruel and cruel torture. I kept running, trying my best to maintain the distance between me and him, but his voice It has been lingering in my ears and stumbling in my footsteps.
There was no end to that road, and I couldn't stop. I was stuck like this for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, I fell heavily to the ground due to a stumbling block. Basil Jiyu's miserable laughter was so close. Appearing behind my head, his breath and blood almost fell on me.
My heart felt like it had been dropped, falling rapidly in mid-air, leaving me breathless.
I waited quietly for the arrival of death, but there was no sound around me. There was no more Basiljiyu's evil smile, no more heavy breathing, no more sound of sticky blood splashing.
There was a pair of feet on the ground in front of me. I looked up and saw Jimo Dongli. He, complete and healthy, squatted in front of me, looking at me with leisurely eyes and slightly twitching the corners of his lips.
He tilted his head and handed over his right hand: "Get up, the ground is cold."
So I handed my hand over and he held it gently, the smile on his face remained unchanged. However, I felt a sudden chill in my heart. There seemed to be some cold wind swirling around.
