Everyone looked at her with a kind smile. She became a little embarrassed, blushed, and said, "I mean, the scene that day was very thrilling!"
"That day?"
Xuanyuan Che opened his lips with difficulty.
Mo Yan'er nodded and said: "Sir, you have been unconscious for three days and three nights. When we found you, you were already a ball of blood. There was not a single part of your body that was healthy. Yun'er was in a coma at that time.
I was so scared that I started crying.”
Xuanyuan Che smiled and looked at Yun'er with loving eyes, then looked at Yan'er, "Thank you for your hard work."
Turning to look at Xuanyuan Che, Xuanyuan Che nodded, suppressed his smile slightly, and said to Xuanyuan Che in a serious voice: "Young Master, you still let that foolish king and treacherous minister run away, and you were really unwilling to kill them.
But our troops are too small, and most of them are unarmed civilians. They follow our cavalry in rebellion with only their passion. I am worried about whether they can persist, and I am even more worried about them becoming innocent souls killed by the sword, so I
We didn’t take advantage of the chaos to attack.”
Xuanyuan Che lay on the bed, nodded vigorously, and cast his eyes very approvingly at Bailiqing. This brother he met along the way, his former love rival, was really a good friend in times of need.
"I remember a young man who stood up to protect me regardless of his own safety. How is he doing now?"
Xuanyuan Che thought that before he fell into coma, a young man did stand up to openly support him, and then many people stood up. Without their support, he would not have been able to support him until now.
"When we found the young master, we did see many soldiers surrounding him. They all tried their best to protect the young master, but many of them died. I don't know if there is the person the young master mentioned among them."
"oh……"
A trace of sadness flashed in Xuanyuan Che's eyes. Once upon a time, he, a general who was galloping all over the world, also became so sensitive. I don't know if this is the beauty of maturity or the beauty of aging.
Although the responsibility on his shoulders forces him to take on the important task of saving all people from the fire and water, the voice in his heart reminds him all the time that blood, brutality, and power are not the life he wants.
Nan Meng anxiously walked around outside Qian Qian's felt bag. A maid came out. Nan Meng hurriedly greeted her and asked: "Miss Yu still refuses to see me??"
The maid nodded and looked at Nan Meng slightly shyly.
Nanmeng lowered his eyes like a deflated rubber ball and murmured to himself, "I knew she must be angry with me." Then he raised his head and looked at the maid with hope, and said
: "How about you go in and inform me again? It's been such a long time, and her anger should have gone away!!"
The maid looked embarrassed and said with a smile: "Sir, you come here almost three times a day. When has Miss Yu ever been soft-spoken?"
Nan Meng opened his eyes wide and asked himself, "Have I come here so many times?"