After walking to the southwest for two days, Wen Jiaojiao could see along the way that due to the spread of the war, many people living on the edge of the desert and fighting in the war were heading to the southwest and Yunzhou.
At the border, once there is turmoil, the first thing people think of is Yunzhou and nearby towns. The Xiao family army will protect them. The southwest is also an area well protected by the Beiyuan army, so Wen Jiaojiao can see many people traveling between the southwest and Yunzhou.
State routes.
She originally thought that taking the desert route would be a bit lonely, but she didn't expect to see so many people.
It was approaching dusk, and when we were still some distance away from the next station, a commotion suddenly broke out in front of us, and the people who had been lined up in several lines hurriedly ran to avoid it.
Song Chuan led hundreds of soldiers to guard the place, and now they are trying to calm the people when there is a riot.
Que Wu and Wen Jiaojiao stopped where they were, waiting for information to come from the front.
After waiting for a long time, a soldier from the front ran over and reported to Que Wu, saying that there was a small group of foreign troops in front, and the King of Qing'an was leading a group of troops to surround them.
After hearing this, Wen Jiaojiao and Que Wu looked at each other: "King Qing'an? Why is he here?"
Logically speaking, as the King of Qing'an, he does not need to go to the battlefield in person, and this is on the edge of the desert and not a main battlefield. How could there be a fight here?
Que Wu rode a camel and led Wen Jiaojiao to the outside of the crowd. Since Beiyuan's army was here, they couldn't use the men and horses brought by Song Chuan. They could only wait a little longer and wait for them to solve the problem before going over.
The soldiers brought by Song Chuan guarded their surroundings, comforted the people, and asked everyone to wait here.
After a while, sand and dust were rising in front of him. Que Wu became alert and put his hand on the scimitar at his waist.
Suddenly, the crowd in front ran back in fear. A group of Beiyuan troops wearing black armor appeared from a sandbag. Among the running people, Wen Jiaojiao saw a familiar face.
Wen Jiaojiao opened her eyes slightly. She didn't expect to see Wen Miaoran here.
Wen Miaoran was dressed like a foreign woman. She was supporting a man who was running towards her.
The man she was supporting was covered in blood and injured. Only when she got closer did Wen Jiaojiao see his blood-stained face clearly.
It's Jing Shu.
After going round and round, Wen Miaoran and Jing Shu finally came together.
The Beiyuan army stopped on the sandbags, and the leader was none other than King Qing'an.
When Wen Jiaojiao saw King Qing'an fully drawing his bow in Wen Miaoran's direction, Wen Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help shouting: "Be careful!"
Wen Jiaojiao shouted subconsciously when he saw the crisis. Wen Miaoran was startled when he heard Wen Jiaojiao's voice. He raised his head to look at her, and then suddenly looked behind him. When he saw King Qing'an loosening his bow, he immediately pressed Jing Shu hard.
On the ground.
The arrow that shot through the air still penetrated Jing Shu's shoulder blade.
Then another arrow came and hit Jing Shu's leg.
Jing Shu fell to the ground, and Wen Miaoran collapsed and shouted: "Stop, stop!"
Seeing this change, Que Wu took Wen Jiaojiao and wanted to go further away. Wen Jiaojiao held his hand holding the reins and shook his head at him.
She quietly looked at Wen Miaoran who was blocking Jing Shu with his back.
She knelt on the ground to pull Jingshu: "Get up, Jingshu, get up quickly, let's keep moving forward!"
Jing Shu struggled a few times, but still couldn't stand up.
Zhao Yunji rode his horse and walked towards her in a hurry. Waiting for her to finally help Jing Shu up from the ground, an arrow penetrated Jing Shu's chest from behind.
"ah!!!"
Wen Miaoran looked at Jing Shu who collapsed on the ground and cried, "Jing Shu!!!"
Zhao Yunji threw away his bow with a cold face, walked up to Wen Miaoran, sat on the horse and looked at her condescendingly.
Wen Miaoran touched Jing Shu's face with trembling hands, "Jing Shu, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone back, I shouldn't have given up on you!"
Jing Shu wanted to say something to her, but the gushing blood blocked his throat. He vomited blood and wanted to reach out to touch Wen Miaoran's face, but it finally fell down and lost his breath.
Wen Miaoran hugged him and cried loudly, crying until she couldn't make a sound.
"I regret Jing Shu. I shouldn't have coveted wealth and fame. I shouldn't have left you. Wake up. You said you would take me to see the sea of red mulberry flowers. Wake up..."
It wasn't until the moment Jing Shu died that Wen Miaoran completely understood her own heart and knew who the person who loved her most was.
She should have had a man who could cherish her and only love her wholeheartedly, but she failed to cherish him.
Holding the lifeless Jing Shu in her arms, Wen Miaoran felt extremely regretful.
Zhao Yunji looked at Wen Miaoran's crying and sad look, his expression did not change at all, he said coldly: "Go back, I can pretend that nothing happened."
Wen Miaoran laughed after hearing this.
She stood up staggeringly and looked at Zhao Yunji with tears on her face: "You can pretend that nothing happened, but I can't."
Zhao Yunji said with a serious expression: "Young Master, it was you who betrayed me."
"Young Master?" Wen Miaoran laughed self-deprecatingly: "I have never liked this nickname. It seems that I will always have a lot less than others."
After Wen Miaoran finished speaking, she looked at Wen Jiaojiao. She smiled with tears in her eyes and said, "Fourth sister, you are right, I will never know how to cherish and be satisfied. I understand now."
Looking at Jing Shu covered in blood on the ground, Wen Miaoran cried and laughed, looking crazy.
"I actually don't have anything less than others. It's just that I don't know how to cherish it. It's just that I don't understand..."
Wen Miaoran looked at Zhao Yunji with a sense of hatred: "You don't love me at all, why don't you let me go? You already have Yuan Lang. If I leave, you can just be a loving couple.
"
Zhao Yunji leaned over slightly and said without any emotion in his tone: "You are my possessions. I can only let you go if I say you don't want me. Your words don't count."
"Everything... Hahahaha, Zhao Yunji, it turns out that I am just an item of yours."
Wen Miaoran staggered a few steps, almost losing her balance. Zhao Yunji saw her put her hand on the scimitar at her waist, quickly turned over and dismounted, and struck her directly on the back of the neck, knocking her unconscious.
Zhao Yunji carried Wen Miaoran onto the horse, glanced at Wen Jiaojiao and Que Wu who were standing aside, and then rode back to the Beiyuan Army with Wen Miaoran. After a while, he disappeared with the Beiyuan Army behind them.
in sight.
It took Wen Jiaojiao a long time to come to his senses. Unexpectedly, Wen Miaoran would end up like this.
What could be more painful than losing the person you love most?
Thinking of Wen Miaoran's regretful cries just now, she could only sigh in her heart.
For the rest of her life, whenever she thinks about Jing Shu, regret will be like an ant biting her heart. It will not kill her instantly, but will only torture her day after day.
Moreover, the person Zhao Yunji really loves is Yuan Lang, and she has to watch the two of them falling in love in front of her, and she will always be just a concubine.
She should have had the opportunity to become Jing Shu's only wife, and more than once.
It is because she is not willing to give up that she can have better glory. It is because she does not know how to cherish and cannot see her own heart clearly.