"Just this once, don't let yourself get hurt again, you know?" Putting away the medicine bottle and looking at the ten fingers holding the gauze, Shangguan Ye raised his head and looked at him deeply, with a tough look in his eyes, not as usual.
Soft, only cold, as if pressing harder and harder.
Murong Qiufeng also lowered his head and looked at the delicately held fingers, feeling a little sad in his heart. Judging from the familiarity of the bandaging, he knew that he must have been injured frequently on the battlefield and must have suffered a lot, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little pain.
Looking at the palm holding his own hand, it was not as clean and smooth as a pampered aristocrat should be. Instead, it was covered with large and small calluses. At a glance, it was obvious that he had been lying on the knife all year round and often climbed on the sand and rocks.
What is behind becoming famous all over the world is the hardships and blood and sweat along the way. What is the concept of going to the battlefield at the age of twelve?
When he was twelve years old, he was still recuperating in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and then he was taken to the Immortal Sword Sect. Although he was far away from his relatives, he always received the best care and care from many people, and lived a life without any worries about food and clothing.
But as for him, he has experienced so many lives and deaths since he was twelve years old, experienced those intrigues, and wandered on the edge of death again and again. If he was not wise enough, not tough enough, and not strong enough, then there would be no such thing as the military god Shangguan Ye today.
"How did you feel when you went to the battlefield for the first time? Are you scared?" I thought about it and couldn't help but ask.
Shangguan Ye was slightly startled, but seeing the flash of distress in Murong Qiufeng's eyes, his heart seemed to be stabbed lightly by something, and it was a little sore. He always thought that he no longer needed any so-called care, and his heart was already
I have practiced hard enough, but now I realize that my heart has always been the same, I just treat different people.
The warm feeling made my nose feel a little sore. I held his hand gently without realizing it, rubbed his palm with my thumb, and smiled softly, "Afraid."
Murong Qiufeng was stunned. He didn't expect Shangguan Ye to say he was afraid. He thought he was fearless.
Shangguan Ye took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly, looked at the clasped hands, and whispered, "When I first went to the battlefield, I was thirteen years old. Even though I had already had one year of experience in the army at that time, I saw
After many wars, I saw casualties almost every day, but when I rode on a horse and fought with the army for the first time, I felt a little excited and a little scared, but I was not afraid of death, but I was afraid that I would be bathed in blood.
Crazy.”
"I'm not afraid of killing people. The first time I killed someone, it was actually not on the battlefield, but in the palace. I was eight years old at the time, and my mother-in-law had just been murdered. I planned to poison all the maids and eunuchs who were serving him. Since
They were unable to take good care of her, so they had no choice but to bury her and continue to take care of her, otherwise the mother-in-law would be lonely. That's what I thought at that time."
Murong Qiufeng's eyes widened, she took a breath, and looked at him in astonishment, but she didn't feel a trace of fear or blame in her heart. On the contrary, she felt even more sad for him. He also knew that the most ruthless emperor's children were those who lived in the palace.
, in fact, it is much more miserable than children from ordinary families, or even those little beggars who are hungry.
"Later, the late emperor found out about this matter. Hehe, the late emperor was an old fox. Everything in the palace was under his control. In other words, everything happened according to his ideas. He
I was not punished at that time, I was just asked a question."
"What are you talking about?" Murong Qiufeng's heart tightened and she couldn't help but ask.
Shangguan Ye smiled softly, seemingly without much resentment, "He asked, how does it feel to kill someone?"
"What did you say?" Murong Qiufeng's eyes widened curiously.
"Very relieved." Shangguan Ye raised his eyebrows.
"Then how did the late emperor react?" Murong Qiufeng frowned.
Shangguan Ye seemed to think about it for a moment, and then laughed, "The late emperor just gave me a word and let me go, just as if it never happened."
"What words?"
"Not everyone can be obedient and let you use them as a tool to vent their anger."
Murong Qiufeng was a little confused. It seemed like he was just expressing emotion, but since the late emperor said this, did he have another meaning?
"If you want others to be obedient, there is only one way, and that is to be stronger than them. So strong that they can only come and beg you to kill them. Later, the late emperor began to train me and let people teach me martial arts and the art of emperors.
The way to be an official is to give in to everything. At first many people thought that the late emperor wanted me to inherit the throne, but later I realized that I was just a ferocious beast he raised. When appropriate, I would help him kill some people and control them.
Some people, it’s just that the late emperor’s only mistake was that he didn’t hold the chain that tied the beast properly, so that the beast ran away and even he couldn’t control it.”
Shangguan Ye downplayed it, but Murong Qiufeng seemed to be able to see the bloody storm of that year, and a child walked out of that bloody storm step by step.
Youxiang walked in cautiously, put the food on the table gently, and looked at the two people over there. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and her eyes were a little misty. She didn't know what the prince was like before, but on the battlefield
, but she watched the prince walk up step by step, step by step. In every war, he not only had to deal with enemies, but also with traitors, and almost always had a narrow escape.
She used to think that the prince would live like this for the rest of his life, with no desires, no demands, no intentions, no heart, and he would not be harmed. He would always be the feared iron-blooded Shura. But now she has changed her mind. Maybe what the prince really needs is a job.
Warmth, a warmth that can make him no longer lonely and his blood no longer cold.
The blood wolf whined, then swooped to the table, sat on the chair and swept its tail, as if waiting for dinner.
The two of them also came to their senses.
Murong Qiufeng withdrew his hand and looked at Shangguan Ye seriously, "Let me solve this matter by myself."
Looking into his firm eyes, Shangguan Ye felt helpless, "Maybe those people are coming for me, and you are just being implicated."
"Then it's more up to me to solve it. It's me who caused the trouble. If it's against me, it can be solved privately. If it's against you, then they can only stop here. Besides, I'm the one who helps you.
It’s a matter of duty.”
Shangguan Ye was stunned for a moment, and then raised the corners of his mouth. Maybe what Murong Qiufeng meant was not what he thought, but with that kind of deliberate protection, someone stood up for him and shielded him from the wind and rain.
The feeling may have been disdainful before, but now it makes him feel very warm.
"Okay, but if you need any help, you must tell me. Also, the shadow guards around me are at your disposal, as are the people in the palace. Whatever you want to do, just go ahead and do it, even if it turns the world upside down, I will be the official
Ye people can’t suffer a loss in vain, right?”
Murong Qiufeng nodded lightly, and finally understood why he was so angry. It was not because he was plotted, but because his stupidity brought trouble to Shangguan Ye, because his recklessness caused him trouble, and Shangguan Ye's trust and trust