When he arrived outside, Liu Xiu quickly raised his head, took out a handkerchief with one hand, and wiped the nosebleed carefully. Not to mention that he was a majestic emperor, even for ordinary people, it was very embarrassing to be beaten by his wife until his nostrils were bleeding.
He carefully wiped the blood off his face, then stuffed the bloody handkerchief into his sleeve, looked in the bronze mirror, and made sure there was nothing wrong before he was about to turn around and go out.
When he reached the door of the sleeping tent, he stepped back and said in a deep voice: "Don't even think about staying alone in Xinye!"
After saying this, he strode out of the bed tent.
As soon as he came out, he saw Xueying and Hongjian standing guard outside the sleeping tent, and Li Xiu'e slumped on the ground. Liu Xiu's face darkened and he asked: "Are you all doing nothing? You stayed up most of the night. , what are you doing here?"
Xue Ying and Hong Jian were scolded by Liu Xiu and shrank their necks. They didn't even dare to take a breath. They hurriedly pulled Li Xiu'e up from the ground, saluted Liu Xiu again, turned around and were about to leave, but the eyes of the two women suddenly widened. , looked at Liu Xiu in surprise.
Liu Xiu frowned and asked, "Didn't you hear me clearly?"
Xueying plucked up her courage and said cautiously: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty seems... to have... a nosebleed..."
Liu Xiu subconsciously raised his hand and touched it, and sure enough, his fingertips were sticky. He said nothing and walked straight towards the central military tent. At the same time, he took out a handkerchief from his cuff and covered his nose again.
Xu Ying, Xu Ting, and Xu Fei looked at each other, hurriedly followed Liu Xiu, and asked with concern: "Is your Majesty not feeling well?"
"No, no." Liu Xiu rarely stuttered when speaking.
Looking at Liu Xiu's back, which was almost running away, Xueying and Hongjian stood there dumbfounded. Could it be that His Majesty was beaten by a nobleman just now?
The next day, the news that Deng Feng was killed for escaping spread spread in the Han army camp. After hearing the news, most of the Han army officers clapped their hands and cheered.
The Han army had been fighting in Nanyang for so long, and suffered many casualties. Seeing that the comrades around them were injured one by one and died one by one, could the Han army soldiers not hate Deng Feng?
Now that Deng Feng is dead, the Han soldiers feel happy that their great revenge has been avenged.
The news soon spread from the Han army camp to nearby Wancheng, and from Wancheng to Nanyang.
Regarding the death of Deng Feng and Deng Zhong, some people in Nanyang were sad and sad, but most people were relieved. The people in Nanyang were no longer willing to fight anymore, nor were they willing to bear the breathless burden anymore. .
Now that the two brothers Deng Feng and Deng Zhong are dead, the war in Nanyang is completely over, and people are looking forward to living a stable and peaceful life in the future.
However, for the Deng family, this news was nothing short of a fatal blow and a devastating disaster.
These days, for Deng Zijun, it is like living in hell.
First, his second brother Deng Zhong was killed, which already made Deng Zijun devastated.
No matter what Deng Zhong's character was, he really doted on his little sister Deng Zijun to the extreme. He held her in his mouth for fear of melting and held it in his hand for fear of falling. The relationship between the two of them was also very deep.
Even Deng Zijun's feelings for Deng Zhong are deeper than her feelings for her eldest brother Deng Feng.
Deng Zhong's death kept Deng Zijun awake all night and shedding tears all day long. Liu Yan's murder was a huge blow to Liu Xiu, so now, it is a huge blow to Deng Zijun.
When Liu Yan was killed, Liu Xiu said, "If a tree has no roots, it will die, and if a person has no intention, how can it be possible?" Now Deng Zijun is in such a state.
But Liu Xiu is a person with an extremely strong sense of insensitivity, and he can crawl out little by little from the shadow of his elder brother's murder. Deng Zijun is just a little girl, and her endurance is far less powerful than Liu Xiu's.
During this time, Yan Guang stayed with her and patiently guided her.
The relationship between the two of them got closer because of Deng Zhong's death. Finally, Deng Zijun's situation improved, and just when Yan Guang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the bad news came again and Deng Feng was killed.
Deng Zijun had not recovered from her grief, and now she heard the news that her eldest brother had been killed. She felt as if her soul had been drained out of her body. She did not eat or drink, and just kept mumbling that she was the one who killed her eldest brother. , second brother.
Listening to her words to herself, Yan Guang's heart was as sharp as a knife. It was he who took Deng Zijun to Xiaochang'an to persuade Deng Feng to give up resistance and lead his troops to surrender. He promised Deng Feng and Deng Zijun that as long as he was willing to surrender, Liu Xiu will not kill him.
As a result, he was wrong. Deng Feng died, and Deng Zhong died too. Neither brother could escape the disaster.
The continuous bad news did not end here. Next, another more shocking bad news came. Deng Zhu, also known as Deng Feng, Deng Zhong, Deng Zijun’s father, set himself on fire at home. A family of more than ten people, old and young, , all perished in the sea of fire.
After hearing the news that Deng Zhu and Deng Feng were killed one after another, Deng Zhu's nerves began to become abnormal. Sometimes when he was sitting at home, he would suddenly draw his sword and insist that Liu Xiu sent someone to kill him.
In fact, Deng Zhong's worries were justified. Deng Feng, Deng Zhong was a rebel. After being killed, could Liu Xiu let his father, a rebel, go?
In Deng Zhu's opinion, Liu Xiu would definitely send someone to kill him. Instead of living in fear all day long and being scared to death, he might as well set himself on fire and die in one go.
When Deng Zhu self-immolated at home, the servants of the Deng family rushed to Wancheng overnight, told Deng Zijun about the incident, and asked her to return to Xinye to take charge of the overall situation. This bad news became the last straw for Deng Zijun.
Looking at Deng Zijun, who was neither crying nor fussing after hearing such bad news, and looking extremely calm, Yan Guang was worried. He walked up to Deng Zijun and called softly: "Zijun..."
Deng Zijun slowly rolled his eyes, looked at Yan Guang, curled his lips, and asked: "Ziling, can you accompany me back to Xinye? Accompany me to bury my father and mother!"
Yan Guang nodded repeatedly and said softly: "Don't worry, I will accompany you."
"Ziling?"
"Um?"
"You...will you still marry me?"
Yan Guang's nose felt sour, he took Deng Zijun's hand and said solemnly: "Yes! I will marry you!"
Deng Zijun lowered his head and said, "I am the sister of a rebel traitor. If Ziling marries me, Your Majesty will definitely blame you and it will delay your career."
Yan Guang said softly: "I never care about official career. Zijun knows that my ambition is not in officialdom."
Deng Zijun took a step forward, raised his hand, gently stroked Yan Guang's cheek, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's great to know Zi Ling in this life! It's great to be Zi Ling's wife!"
Listening to her words, Yan Guang hugged Deng Zijun tightly in his arms and said in a trembling voice: "Zijun, remember, no matter what time comes, no matter what kind of difficulties you face, I will always be by your side!"
Deng Zijun hugged Yan Guang's waist and pressed her face against his chest. Tears fell unconsciously, wetting Yan Guang's chest.
After a long time, Deng Zijun finally calmed down her emotions, with an innocent and bright smile on her face. As usual, she grabbed Yan Guang's sleeves, smiled innocently and brightly on her thin little face, and asked: "Zi
When will Ling marry me?"
Yan Guang said: "Whenever Zijun wants to marry me, I will marry you!"
Deng Zijun pouted and said, "I will marry Ziling today!"
"Okay!" Yan Guang said without even hesitating, "I will marry Zi Jun today!"
Deng Zijun looked around and said regretfully: "It's a pity that there are no red candles!"
"I'll go and buy."
"There are no guests coming to congratulate you!"
"It does not need."
"Ziling, do you feel wronged?"
Yan Guang held Deng Zijun's hand tightly and said, "As long as Zijun is by my side, I will not feel wronged!"
Deng Zijun smiled. She came close to Yan Guang, stood on tiptoes, and gave him a peck on the face. Then she said with a blushing face: "Zi Ling, go buy candles. Remember, you also need to buy my favorite snacks, especially sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
, buy more, I haven’t had it in a long time!”
Yan Guang didn't say anything. He patted Deng Zijun's little hand and said, "Wait for me at home. I'll be right back!"
Deng Zijun had not eaten for many days, and today she actually offered to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Yan Guang wished he could grow wings on his back and bring the sweet-scented osmanthus cake back to her.
Looking at Yan Guang's back as he left happily, Deng Zijun stood there, motionless for a long time. When she came to her senses, Yan Guang's figure had already disappeared from her sight.
"Ziling, I'm sorry..."
Ziling, I'm sorry, please forgive my selfishness and cowardice.
After losing my family, I am like a duckweed in the water. Zi Ling, I cannot spend the rest of my life with you, nor can I spend the rest of my life with my best friend who is the enemy of my family. Zi Ling, you will definitely find a better woman in the future, and I will also bless you.
Deng Zijun walked back into the house step by step. Under the bed, she took out a long white silk ribbon.
She threw Bai Ling's head over the beam and tied it with a fastener. Then, she stepped on the small wooden table and stood up. She looked around, this was not her home, but now that she was leaving, she was so reluctant to leave.
She looked around for a long time, as if she wanted to imprint everything in the room into her mind. Finally, she pushed the chair away from her feet with all her strength.
Many people will stand on the moral high ground and denounce those who commit suicide. They are not even afraid of death. What else is scary in this world?
They just haven't experienced the kind of desperate situation that can force people to death or crush them to death, and they haven't experienced the kind of pain that is heartbreaking and has no hope for life.
When Yan Guang bought everything and rushed back from outside, what he saw was Deng Zijun's cold body hanging on the beam.
Bang! The candles and cakes in Yan Guang's hand were scattered all over the floor. He walked forward quickly, hugged Deng Zijun's body, and put her down from the white silk.
Yan Guang is a master of medical skills, and he knows very well whether people can be saved or not.
He hugged Deng Zijun's body, knelt down, hugged her tightly in his arms, opened his mouth, but no cry came out, and tears flowed down.
——Ziling, I like you!
This sentence has almost become Deng Zijun's mantra after meeting him. In the past, Yan Guang could not avoid it. Now, how he wishes to hear Deng Zijun's words again, how he wishes to see Deng Zijun smile innocently and innocently at him again.
brilliant.
Yan Guang cried and hugged Deng Zijun's body tightly, holding her tighter and tighter, wishing to integrate her into his body.
He thought that he did not love Deng Zijun very much because he was a Taoist. He thought that he would never fall in love with anyone in his life. He only liked Deng Zijun a little bit.
But the moment he saw Deng Zijun's body, he knew that he was wrong. He really fell hopelessly in love with this girl who was always chasing him all day long.