"No, I just think that your energy now should be focused on how to deal with the situation in front of you, instead of worrying about me everywhere."
"Gong Yueyue?" Ah Chen felt angry and funny at the same time: "I admit that the current situation is very unfavorable, but it is not to this extent. You should trust your husband and believe that he can remove all obstacles for you."
Believe...her husband?
Suddenly she felt like laughing. It seemed that more than one man had said this, but in the end it was just a farce. Whenever nightmares struck, I was the only one standing there to bear the sword, gun, sword and halberd.
When emperors' hegemony failed, they would find an excuse for their failure.
Just like Sejong executed his beloved Queen Mo.
She didn't want to become such a sinner.
"What are you thinking about?" Achen Dajue said angrily: "I told you to go back with me, so I will go back with you."
"Go back by yourself." Gong Yueyue's tone was extremely calm, and she raised her head and looked into the distance: "Hedu will soon be a place of right and wrong - I don't know how many people will die in this war, and never...see
Not until dawn."
Seeing her expression like that, Ah Chen's face gradually darkened.
"It's not my fault." Gong Yueyue replied very definitely: "It's the fault of this world. We are born in this world, so we have to bear too many things that we are not willing to bear."
"That's right." Ah Chen nodded: "So if you don't want to go back with me, then where do you plan to go? Where I go has nothing to do with you."
Her eyes were as cold as ice and she turned around and left.
"Gong Yueyue!" Ah Chen stood on the spot and shouted angrily: "As soon as you leave today, we will never have to meet again in this life."
Gong Yueyue smiled coldly - all emotions are the same when they are broken.
But she did not look back, because Gong Yueyue knew in her heart that only in this way could she save him.
Achen, Gong Yueyue thought that one day, he would understand the reason why she did this, but by that time, he might really not be able to see her - their relationship is important, but compared to a country
Compared with the lives of thousands of people, what is their life and death?
She admits that she is not the kind of woman who pities the world, and the world has nothing to do with her, but she cannot care about you.
Please forgive Yue Yue for not being able to save you, and I'm afraid your current situation is not optimistic either.
Yueyue's departure is to reduce your enemies.
However, this is indeed intolerable for your pride.
After leaving Achen, Gong Yueyue speeded up and headed towards Heiyi's camp.
To her surprise, there was still some distance from the Black Yi camp, so she met the Black Yi cavalry head on.
"Hey, everyone, look, there is a little beauty from TECO here."
The black barbarian soldiers gathered around one after another.
"You guys stand back!" Gong Yueyue pulled out the hairpin and put it against her throat: "Everyone, stand back. If you dare to take a step forward, I will commit suicide immediately."
"Little beauty, who are you scaring?" The black barbarian soldiers didn't take it seriously at all. One of them wiped his face and said: "Girl, you look so beautiful. As long as you follow me, I will make you popular."
Yeah, how about something spicy?"
"Go and tell your Third Highness that his most beloved woman is here. If he wants me to die, there is no need to come to see me again."
"His Third Highness's most beloved woman?" Several black barbarian soldiers looked at each other, half believing it or not.
One of the Black Yi soldiers rolled his eyes and suddenly rushed towards Gong Yueyue: "It doesn't matter if you are his most beloved woman, but now that I have made love to you here, what will the Third Highness do if he knows?"
Gong Yueyue closed her eyes.
This was originally a bet. If it was destined to die, there would be no need to survive.
When the tip of the hairpin pierced her neck, Gong Yueyue felt a bizarre pleasure - perhaps dying like this would make more people remember her.
Whoosh——
The sharp arrow tore through the air and knocked away the hairpin in her hand. She looked back, smiled vaguely, and fell to the ground.
When I woke up, I felt warm all over my body, there was a fire in the tent, and there seemed to be the smell of broth.
There was a man sitting next to the felt mat, and the firelight cast his figure on the tent wall.
"I thought you would ignore me."
The man said nothing.
"Why don't you scold me?"
"I'm glad you're back." What he never expected was that what he blurted out was such a sentence.
"Oh." Gong Yueyue turned over and changed into a comfortable position.
"Sleep well, I'll have your favorite beef bone soup stewed." He raised his hand and gently rubbed her face, then stood up and left.
"Zhao Changyuan!" Gong Yueyue stood up and shouted loudly: "If you don't ask why I came back, don't you suspect that I have ulterior motives?"
"You're back, that is."
He did just that, leaving her in silence.
With a long sigh of relief, Gong Yueyue fell into a deeper sleep.
I don't know how long it took, but she felt a hand gently shaking her: "Duo'er."
His voice sounded extremely gentle, as if it was floating from the clouds in the sky.
"Doer, are you hungry? Get up and drink some soup."
"No." Gong Yueyue shook her head, feeling like she was back when she was a child, lying in the nurse's arms and refusing to open her eyes.
"Doer, be obedient." The voice continued to call my name.
"I don't want to eat, I want to sleep, I want to sleep forever." Gong Yueyue simply started acting like a baby.
"There's really nothing we can do about you." The man stood up, took the bowl and went out.
Gong Yueyue fell into sleep again. When she opened her eyes and woke up the next day, she saw Zhao Changyuan lying next to him, breathing evenly, with a very peaceful expression on his brows.
Gong Yueyue couldn't bear to disturb him, so she lifted up the quilt and stood up, put on her shoes and walked out slowly.
The sun has risen, and from below the horizon, the morning glow is exceptionally bright. The entire grassland looks green, and there are cows and sheep walking around in the distance.
She almost forgot.
It's spring now.
Only in spring can such a scenery exist, and only in spring can people feel so happy.
A pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind and wrapped around her waist.
"Zhao Changyuan, don't you hate me?"
"I don't hate it." The man put his chin on her shoulder and pricked her skin with his short stubble: "On the contrary, I thank God for allowing me to meet you, to meet a woman like you, it's you
You made me feel the warmth of the world, and it was you who made me understand that there is more to this world besides killing."
Gong Yueyue turned around and looked at him quietly. Just when she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a horn sound: "Woo, woo."
"No." Zhao Changyuan's face changed drastically, he let go of her hand, turned and walked away: "Wait for me in the tent, don't go anywhere."
Horn? Gong Yueyue's expression suddenly changed. She no longer cared about anything and chased after Zhao Changyuan. However, his pace was too fast and he had already blended into the crowd. Gong Yueyue had no choice but to shuttle through the crowd while looking for him.
, until they found that he had mounted a war horse and was standing at the front of the team.
He raised his arms high and shouted to all the black barbarian soldiers, who responded like thunder.
Faced with military exploits, a wider land, and young and beautiful women, the men fully demonstrated their passion and fighting spirit - this is the meaning of their lives.
But Gong Yueyue only had him in her eyes, just looking at the man blankly.
The drums beat in unison, and the cavalry roared into the distance, rushing towards the battlefield that belonged to them.
"Zhao Changyuan!" Gong Yueyue rushed into the cavalry regardless, stopped in front of his horse, raised her head and looked at him steadily: "Zhao Changyuan! Promise me one thing, don't, don't hurt him!"
"Is this the reason why you came back?" Zhao Changyuan's eyes were as cold as ice.
"You knew earlier, right? But you didn't blame me."
"I know it's one thing, but when it comes out of your mouth, it's another thing!" After Zhao Changyuan finished speaking, he took a deep breath: "Go back, go back to the tent, this is not what a woman should do.
The place to come.”
"No." Gong Yueyue grabbed his reins and shook him hard: "You must promise me. If you don't promise me, I will never go away!"
"You -" Zhao Changyuan's eyes turned red, and he was about to get angry when a cold voice came from behind: "Third brother, are you very free? Do you still have time to talk to women here?"
"Chamu!" Zhao Changyuan yelled: "Send her back!"
A horse galloped over. The man jumped off the horse and grabbed her arm: "Let's go."
"I won't leave!" Gong Yueyue struggled to break away: "Zhao Changyuan, promise me. If you refuse to promise me, then when you come back, you will never see me again."
"You really think highly of yourself!" Zhao Changyuan's eyes were as cold as two deep pools of water: "Cha Mu, take her back, tie her up with a horse rope, and throw her into a leather mattress."
"Yes!" Chamu agreed in an unusually loud voice. He slashed Gong Yueyue on the back of the head with a knife, knocked her unconscious, and then carried her back to the tent.
"Zhao Changyuan." In his sleep, Gong Yueyue felt that his world was extremely chaotic, a mess, and shapeless.
"Ah Chen..." She vaguely saw two people riding rich horses, fighting on the battlefield, and the blood dyed the yellow sand on the ground red.
"Achen!" Gong Yueyue woke up with a loud cry, only to find that her limbs were tightly tied with ropes and she could not move.
She looked around, and finally her eyes fell on the lampstand on the table - that needle, that sharp iron needle, should be able to help her.
Little by little, she moved to the table, slammed the candlestick onto the ground, then moved over and slowly cut the rope with the sharp needle on the candlestick.
Gong Yueyue didn't know why she did that, but one thing was very certain - if she didn't do that, maybe, maybe she would never see Ah Chen again.
She couldn't imagine the consequences.
Just thinking about it makes me feel painful.
"Madam..." A female slave walked in and happened to see such a situation. She couldn't help being startled; "What are you -"
"You will help me, right?" Gong Yueyue glanced at her, with a little hope in her eyes. (To be continued)