Mo Lingfeng immediately knelt down and tried his best to hold Zhao Shiheng's hand - Zhao Shiheng loved her like a daughter, but he also respected her and never called her by her nickname.
The blood rushed into Mo Lingfeng's ears.
She wanted to call "uncle", but she couldn't. There was a salty smell between her lips and teeth, and it felt like there was hot blood on the tip of her tongue, and it was about to spurt out when she opened her mouth.
Tears trembled in her eyes. She swallowed back the tears and held Zhao Shiheng's hand tightly, as if she believed that she could pull him back from the edge of death as long as she exerted enough force.
"Good boy..." Zhao Shiheng couldn't feel the pain in his hands anymore. As soon as he spoke, blood gushes out of his mouth and he couldn't stop it. He didn't know how a person could have so much blood on his body.
He told her softly, "Don't eat too much sugar, it will cause bad teeth."
He looked at Mo Qianlan again and explained what happened after his death: "Send me back to my hometown...the land of mountains and rivers...you can live a few more years, I am still young..."
Mo Qianlan gritted her teeth, forced back her tears, nodded repeatedly, her whole body twitched from the hold, and she couldn't open her mouth. As soon as she opened her mouth, her tone changed, and she suddenly became helpless, as if she had suddenly retreated into that helpless place.
The young man who helped me said: "No, no...it's okay. I was injured like that and I managed to save it...you just suffered from external injuries..."
He was shivering so much that he stretched out his hand to break the arrow shaft, but he was afraid of hurting Zhao Shiheng - he knew that it actually didn't hurt at this time.
He was close to death, so he knows everything.
Zhao Shiheng smiled reluctantly: "Lingfeng, remember to burn money for your uncle."
Mo Lingfeng's tears fell instantly, running all over his face. His tightly closed mouth opened with a "Wow": "No... uncle, don't die..."
Hot tears fell on Zhao Shiheng's hands. Mo Qianlan twitched the corners of his mouth, not daring to cry at this time - he had to hold on.
Zhao Shiheng's breath became weaker and weaker, and he suddenly whispered: "Wu Jin..."
Mo Lingfeng shook his head in tears, not knowing where Wu Jin was. However, at this moment, Wu Jin's voice suddenly came from the door of the house: "Sir, I am here."
He was sweating profusely, covered in dust, and his clothes were stained with blood.
Before he left Hengshan, he turned back resolutely and returned to Hengshan Fort, hoping to wait here for news about Mo Lingfeng.
When he rushed back, he met soldiers standing guard outside Hengshan Fort and learned that Zhao Shiheng was seriously injured.
He walked in step by step, his steps heavy and his breath stagnant. He knelt down behind Mo Lingfeng, bowed his head to the ground and kowtowed.
When Zhao Shiheng saw him saluting, he also smiled: "Gentlemen are harmonious but different... You still remember that I am your teacher, that's good... Come here..."
Wu Jin walked over on his knees, and the young man's sharp face was like a knife. He separated the Mo brothers and sisters who were connected together in front of Zhao Shiheng, and put his ear to Zhao Shiheng's mouth.
"Don't go to the science test, stay here, surrounded by tigers and wolves. When she grows up, teacher, please promise me."
Wu Jin froze.
His body turned into a solid stone, and when he moved his lips, he could only emit a feeble sound of air. The rich smell of blood around him turned into a raging fire, roasting him on top, making him unable to breathe.
He studied tirelessly and worked hard in order to one day be able to be named on the gold medal list, have a voice in the court, bring honor to his family, and provide rice fields for the people.
He had already missed spring, which happened once every three years. If he wanted to stay with Mo Lingfeng, he would have to wait two more times.
By then, he was nearly thirty years old.
Students cannot help but procrastinate. Repeated procrastination will only weaken their ambition, and they will also be unable to study hard because of life, and will not be able to keep up with the changes in the country.
While he was supporting his family, he also had to constantly collect newspapers and attend state schools in order to keep up.
And at nearly thirty years old, can he still escape from Mo Mansion?
And Zhao Shiheng, his teacher, made him realize it and let him go on this path with all his strength, but now he made him make a choice with his dying words.
His mouth was dry and it was difficult to breathe. When he saw Zhao Shiheng's eyes were a little distracted, he was still looking forward to an answer from him. That little glimmer of hope was enough to crush him.
He could only answer with all his strength: "Okay."
When Zhao Shiheng heard the answer, he smiled slightly, opened his mouth slightly, and exhaled his last breath. His remaining strength was exhausted, and his mind became hazy.
The auspicious moments in life flashed through my mind one by one.
His real name was Zhao Ji. He was the champion in the sixth year of Yuan Zhang. He once attended banquets in Qionglin, wore hairpins in the imperial palace, was high-spirited, wore red robes, and walked in the court. He also had his wife and daughter in the hall, and the whole family was harmonious.
In just six years, his promising future turned into smoke due to the prince of Jiyang County. When he resigned and returned home, his wife and daughter died of illness one after another on the way.
Hearing that his friend Mo Qianlan became ill due to the death of his wife, he rushed to Kuanzhou and took root in Kuanzhou from then on.
He wanted to see the failure of the imperial power, and wanted to see Mo Lingfeng grow into a towering tree, but he couldn't see it anymore. He didn't expect that he would die so early and die in a struggle for power.
There are also some words that he hides in his heart and doesn't need to be said to anyone.
For example, he misses his wife, and he also has a student named Qi Chang, who lives in Jiusixuan like a bug, waiting for the opportunity to show his prominence.
His head tilted to the side, his eyes closed, and his body quickly became cold and stiff.
Mo Lingfeng clutched Zhao Shiheng's hand and burst into tears.
She rubbed his hand, hoping it wouldn't get cold or stiff, but no, the Mo family would not be able to recover, and Zhao Shiheng would become cold and rot like other corpses.
Only in the face of death, everyone is equal.
Mo Lingfeng's mind went blank and she could only cry. Everything today seemed like a nightmare - death on the battlefield was related to her for the first time.
Wu Jin stared blankly, out of time, and remembered a few lines of poetry he had learned.
"The water pours down to the ground, and flows north, east, and west. Life also has its destiny. Can you walk and sigh and feel sad again? Drink wine to forgive yourself. It is difficult to break the road of singing with a toast. How can you not feel that your heart is not wood or stone? You hesitate and dare not speak.
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Big tears rolled down his eyes and fell to pieces on his legs. He didn't know whether they were shed for Zhao Shiheng or for himself.
Mo Qianlan silently shed tears all over his face, and quickly put them away - his emotions had already been restrained, and he stood with his two feet in a pool of blood. His mind was spinning rapidly, trying to think clearly about today's events.
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They had expected the emperor's killing move, but they did not expect that His Majesty had lost patience and wanted to completely bury the Mo family here, and was even eager to use a hard crossbow.
The Mo family no longer exists, and the emperor once again looks for huge treasures in them and in the palace.
Crossbows are sharp weapons, and crossbow arrows are specially made and are several times more valuable than ordinary bows and arrows. Crossbowmen do not learn to use guns and swords, but only specialize in crossbow machines, so they do not show off to others easily.
Nomad Qing, Yin Bei, and Yin Nan, even the three of them together cannot withstand the force of thousands of arrows piercing the heart!
The soldiers had searched Hengshan yesterday and found no ambush in Hengshan. Who could break through the many passes and ambush them last night?
It can only be someone from the Zhenrong Army. Who is it?