Luo Jinyu's face was as pale as snow, as if all the color of life had been extracted, leaving only a vague sense of existence.
His eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fallen into a deep dream from which he could not wake up.
His breathing was weak and even, as if he was engaged in a silent wrestling match with death.
His body was like a dead leaf, lying there quietly without a trace of life.
The world around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. His body remained motionless, quietly waiting for the passage of time.
In this silent and indifferent atmosphere, Luo Jinyu was still unconscious, facing the edge of life and death alone.
Meng Haowen stood beside the bed, clasping his hands with a look of exhaustion and worry on his face.
He looked at the person on the bed, his voice trembling slightly but full of determination, he shouted: "General, wake up quickly."
Every word is like a cry squeezed out from the bottom of my heart, full of desire to wake up and fear of loss.
His voice vibrated in the air, seeming to penetrate this heavy dream and wake up the sleeping person on the bed. His eyes shone with a stubborn light, which was his persistence for life and his expectation to wake up.
"General, wake up quickly." Meng Haowen's voice became more determined. He was like a helpless child. He could only call weakly.
His heart was crying, his eyes were weeping, but his voice was always firm, like a sharp sword piercing the endless darkness.
"Wake up, general." The corners of Meng Haowen's eyes began to turn red, and his voice began to tremble, but he did not stop. He shouted over and over again, as if he had exhausted all his strength and hope. .
His shout echoed in the empty room, but the person on the bed remained silent.
Luo Jinyu did not wake up because of his shouting.
At this moment, Meng Haowen felt a sense of sadness. This time, the general suffered such a serious injury because of himself, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Luo Jinyu had been injured because of Meng Haowu before, so he could not repay the kindness he showed to the two brothers.
At this time, various pictures were wandering in Luo Jinyu's mind, from blurry to clear, each one was so strange, but at the same time, he felt as if he was very familiar.
Those pictures all have one thing in common, that is, they are all about that woman, Shu Zhihan.
He wanted to wake up, but found that he couldn't open his eyes.
In his daze, he vaguely seemed to see a scene.
As the sun set, the sky was dyed golden yellow. Luo Jinyu stood on the city wall and looked at the market below, which was noisy and lively. But he was not alone. Next to him, stood the man he loved so much. Woman——Shu Zhihan.
Shu Zhihan was wearing her favorite lavender dress, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently with her steps.
Her smile is like spring sunshine, warm, filling people's hearts with warmth.
She looked at herself with a smile, her clear eyes filled with deep affection and love for him.
They walked hand in hand in the lively streets, surrounded by pedestrians coming and going, but it seemed like they only had each other in the world.
The lights of the street stalls illuminated their faces and their eyes. Sometimes they confided in each other and sometimes selected small gifts for each other. The tacit understanding and sweetness between them deeply infected those around them. people.
The scene changes in the dream.
They came to a quiet lake, and the bright moonlight reflected on the lake, like a silver mirror.
Shu Zhihan sat quietly by the lake, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and she looked at the lake with light shining in her eyes.
Luo Jinyu walked to her side, and they looked at the lake together, holding hands, enjoying the tranquility and beauty.
Meng Haowen sat beside Luo Jinyu's bed and looked at him quietly.
Luo Jinyu lay quietly, his face handsome and calm, like a pearl on the still lake, emitting a faint light.
His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on his cheeks.
, making the bridge of his nose more three-dimensional and his cheeks thinner. From time to time, a smile would appear on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying the warmth of a sweet dream. That smile seemed to continue his story in the dream, which was irresistible.
However, his brows would frown from time to time, as if he had encountered some difficulty in his dream or was thinking about some complicated problem.
His brows were furrowed, like a lonely mountain peak standing in the cold wind, with endless perseverance and loneliness.
Meng Haowen just sat quietly by the bed, watching Luo Jinyu's face moving between a smile and a frown.
"General, general, wake up."
Meng Haowen kept shouting, but he still couldn't wake up the sleeping man.
He quickly called the military doctor and asked him to check the general quickly.
When the military doctor came to check, he found that Luo Jinyu's face was pale and his whole body was shaking.
Luo Jinyu was lying on the wooden bed, the sheets soaked with his sweat.
His body was shaking involuntarily, like fallen leaves in the wind, trembling and unable to stop.
His face was as pale as snow, like a snowman in winter, cold and fragile.
Occasionally, his eyelids would tremble slightly, as if he was suffering endless pain. His hands would grasp the quilt tightly, and his fingernails would dig deeply into the quilt.
The high fever burned like a fire in his body, causing him to become confused and have a splitting headache. His breathing was rapid and his breath was hot.
"Military doctor, what is going on? It was fine just now, how could it suddenly become like this?"
"Vice General Wen, don't panic. I'm very anxious too. Please wait a moment while I give the general acupuncture."
The military doctor opened his medicine box calmly and took out delicate silver needles one by one.
These silver needles shimmered under the candlelight, as if they were magic wands in the doctor's hand, ready to perform magical medical skills.
The military doctor's fingers gently slid over the silver needle, and then penetrated Luo Jinyu's skin accurately. Each needle prick was like cutting through the silence of the air, producing a wonderful sound effect.
Luo Jinyu's muscles became stiff under the needle pricks, as if they were frozen by ice.
Then, the military doctor took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box, which contained some shimmering medicinal powder.
He gently sprinkled the powder on Luo Jinyu's wound. Immediately, the cold pain began to ease, and a look of relief appeared on Luo Jinyu's face.
After the military doctor applied the needle, he placed his hand on Luo Jinyu's forehead, only to find that his high fever had not subsided.
Meng Haowen looked at this situation and could only worry on the sidelines.
At this time, he thought of Shu Zhihan and Lu He, and he thought of the box Lu He gave him, but at the same time, he also understood that there was nothing in it.
He thought about it again and again, and then said, "Send someone to ask Madam to come."
The soldiers were a little confused and didn't understand why the lady was invited here at this time. However, since Meng Haowen said that, there must be a reason.
At this time, Shu Zhihan and Mi Yue were sitting in the yard. When she picked up the cup, she accidentally dropped it to the ground.
At that moment, Shu Zhihan couldn't help but frown.
The cup shattered on the hard ground, scattering pieces and breaking the calm air.
Her finger was cut by a sharp shard of glass, and blood slowly seeped from the wound.
Suddenly there was an ominous premonition in her heart, which seemed to indicate the coming misfortune.
She looked at the blood on her hands and felt a sense of loss and helplessness in her heart.
Shu Zhihan stood up helplessly and looked at the glass fragments scattered around.
When Mi Yue saw her hand bleeding, she hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wrapped her hand, "Miss, sit down quickly and I'll take care of it."
She carefully wiped the blood on the ground, thinking that no one else would find it.
Shu Zhihan sat thoughtfully on the stone bench, with random thoughts in her mind. This ominous premonition lingered, making her heart skip a beat.
Feelings became heavy and depressing.
Although she tried to stay calm, her heart was filled with unease and fear.
Suddenly, a burst of rapid hoofbeats broke the tranquility, and the sound was like a flash of lightning, piercing Shu Zhihan's contemplation.
She raised her head and saw a reddish-brown horse rushing towards the gate of the courtyard at a galloping speed. The horse's hooves landed on the stone road, making a crisp echo.
The horse's mane shone in the sun, as if it was charged with electricity, making people afraid to look directly at it.
The rapid sound of horse hooves was getting closer and clearer, like a drum beating Shu Zhihan's heart.
The horse rushed to the gate and stopped there instantly without stopping at all.
Its breath spurted out violently, forming clouds of white mist, while the horse's hooves struck the stone slabs.
The visitor got off his horse and rushed in eagerly, and happened to meet Meng Haowu.
"Why are you here and what are you doing in such a panic?"
Meng Haowu frowned and asked, as if blaming him for his recklessness.
"Coming back to Vice General Wu, Vice General Wen asked his subordinates to come and invite Madam over."
"What's the matter? Why do you want to invite Madam?"
"this......"
Seeing him hesitating, my instinct told me that something must have happened.
Meng Haowu grabbed him and shouted, "Hurry up and tell me, has something happened? Is it my brother or the general?"
The visitor might have been frightened by him. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Vice-General Huiwu, he is... a general."
"General? What happened to the general?"
"The general was hit by an arrow in order to save Vice General Wen. The current situation is not very good, so Vice General Wen asked his subordinates to come down and invite his wife."
Meng Haowu relaxed his hold on his hand, as if he couldn't believe what he heard at that moment.
"Madam is inside."
Meng Haowu led the soldier towards where Shu Zhihan was.
When Shu Zhihan watched the two of them approaching together, her heart suddenly rose to her throat, and her intuition told her that something must have happened.
She couldn't help but clench her hands tightly, and her eyes looked back and forth between Meng Haowu and the soldier, wanting to know an answer.
