Chapter 801 Past Life Special Chapter Origination and Destruction
After Nu'er's war started, King Fengyang Jian's troops also made some changes.
Song Chengxuan had already been suspicious of King Jian. He had made arrangements before coming to Northern Xinjiang. King Jian's goal was the capital. He could contain Li Xu here so that the emperor would not be attacked from both sides and the king could still fight with King Jian.
Confronted for a while.
"By pacifying the northern border and protecting the southeast, we can win this battle." This was the message sent by the military advisor.
This battle also involved all Southeast Asia's efforts. Neither Northern Xinjiang nor the capital could make any mistakes. Everyone's spirit was focused on the war, and he should be the same. But when everyone left the Chinese army's tent, he was burdened with the responsibility.
Standing there with his hands, his mind was filled with her image.
He had met Mr. Liao before and knew that she had been sent to a Haixi tribe's village to recuperate.
Mr. Liao didn't say what her current situation was, nor did he ask again, so everyone knew it well.
Song Chengxuan's hands behind her back were slightly closed. The last time she said goodbye in a hurry was because the two armies were fighting, and she was afraid that something would happen if she stayed at the guard post.
He watched her get into the carriage, and before leaving, she opened the curtain and glanced at him.
Song Chengxuan thought about that face carefully. Her eyes were still bright, and a smile appeared on her slightly tired face.
She seems to be in good spirits. Although she is tired from this trip to northern Xinjiang, she does not seem to be too thin. Maybe her illness is getting better.
Just like after he rescued her, many doctors believed that it would be difficult for her to survive. As a result, she not only got better, but also came to Northern Xinjiang to take revenge.
Yongye brought the food and walked into the big tent: "Sir, let's have something to eat!"
Song Chengxuan did not turn around: "How long has it been since you killed Li Changyan?"
Yongye said: "It's been more than twenty days."
For more than twenty days, the young master led his troops to attack Li Xu and captured and killed more than half of Li Xu's troops. The troops in Li Xu's hands could no longer threaten Nuergan.
The young master led the troops to charge forward, and he has been working so hard until now. Anyone else would have been unable to hold on long ago.
"It's been so long," Song Chengxuan said, "Isn't there any news over there?"
Yong Ye shook his head: "Young Master is out fighting, Mrs. Yu must be afraid of disturbing Young Master..." Yong Ye couldn't go on. If a person really wants to send a message, there will be no way. Now he wants to know Yu
Regarding Madam Yu's condition, he was afraid that bad news would come. He could not imagine what would happen to the Young Master if something happened to Madam Yu.
Yongye stopped talking. Song Chengxuan's eyes fell on the map, staring closely at the direction of the Luqu River, where she was now in the village.
"Tell Generals Zhang and Tian to take over the affairs of the camp, and you follow me to the Qu River." Song Chengxuan said and turned around.
Hearing the young master's slightly hoarse voice, Yong Ye raised his head and couldn't help but be startled, but he immediately came back to his senses and said, "I'll make arrangements right away."
There was still some distance from the military camp to the Luqu River, so the two of them traveled day and night without any delay.
When we arrived at the entrance of the village, people from the Haixi ethnic group immediately came to greet us.
Seeing Song Chengxuan, the elders of the clan heaved a sigh of relief, but their eyes immediately became a little deeper: "We originally wanted to send a message to the Marquis, but my wife refused."
Song Chengxuan's face did not change: "Where is she?"
"I will take the Marquis there." The elders of the clan did not dare to delay and immediately led Song Chengxuan forward.
The small courtyard was crowded with people. The women of the clan gathered in the courtyard. Some people lowered their heads and secretly wiped away tears. A coffin was parked there quietly.
When Yong Ye saw this scene, he realized something, and his face immediately turned pale. He went to see the young master, but Song Chengxuan's expression remained as usual.
"My wife became ill three days ago," the clan elder said. "We thought we should tell the Marquis, but my wife has already given instructions not to alarm anyone, and everything after her death has been arranged..."
When the clan elder said this, he sighed deeply: "It's all the Li family's fault. In the end, my wife still wanted to save Nuer."
Song Chengxuan opened the curtain and stepped into the house.
People in the inner room stepped forward to salute one after another, and Song Chengxuan's eyes fell on Xu Qinghuan across the crowd.
She looked very thin, her face was pale without any blood, her small chin was still slightly tilted, and her face still had that stubborn and proud look that had never changed.
If she opened her eyes, her gaze would still be clear and firm.
Lu Ying wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes: "Master Hou, please talk to the lady. Maybe... the lady will wake up when she hears it."
Song Chengxuan slowly sat on the edge of the bed.
Everyone in the house retreated, and the surrounding area immediately fell into tranquility. Occasionally, I heard someone talking outside. It was the women in the village who were preparing things for the funeral ceremony.
Yongye stood outside the door and looked at the scene in front of him.
The young master looked like there was no change, but he remained silent all the time. Sitting next to Madam Yu, he seemed to be frozen, looking at Madam Yu steadily without making any move.
A heavy atmosphere enveloped the room.
Finally, Master Zhang couldn't help but said with red eyes: "Young master is like this, why don't you try to persuade me."
Never go too far.
"This is not a solution." Master Zhang wanted to say something more, but swallowed the rest of his words with tears.
Everyone around the young master knew what had happened. The young master's face had become the same as Mrs. Yu's, but he still held on without saying anything. Yong Ye couldn't bear to look at it again.
"Master Marquis," Lu Ying finally couldn't help but walked in, "Do you have anything else to say to my wife?"
When Song Chengxuan heard Lu Ying's voice, he raised his head and found that the sky was getting dark. Unknowingly, he had been sitting here for several hours.
Time passed so quickly, he felt as if he had only glanced at her.
Lu Ying pursed her lips: "The aunts all said that it's time to change my wife's clothes now, in case she leaves soon... I regret that those clothes were made by me and the women in the village, they are very soft...
"
When Lu Ying said this, she didn't know what was going on. She picked up the clothes and handed them to Song Chengxuan to see: "If you don't believe me, please touch it. It should be very comfortable to wear. I also made a piece of tulle to cover my wife's face.
But the lady doesn’t care about the burns on her face, and I’m not sure whether I should..."
"No need!"
Lu Ying heard a voice coming from her ears. This was the first time Song Chengxuan spoke since he stepped into the house.
The sound was low and weak, like the final sound of an exhausted person.
Song Chengxuan's hands touched those clothes, then stood up and walked out of the house.
The women guarding the door immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Song Hou's appearance, they suddenly realized that the prince had such thoughts for his wife.
It's a pity that God didn't fulfill his wish, and my wife had to leave at a young age.
The door was closed and the women began to get busy.
Yongye looked at Song Chengxuan and didn't know what to say.
"Is there anyone in the village who knows about wedding rituals? If so, please invite them over. I want to write two Geng invitations."
The clan elder hurriedly brought two people over and placed the red post on the table.
Song Chengxuan picked up his pen.
It was like going back to that year, when his mother's face was full of joy, and everyone looked at him with pursed lips and smiles, and their eyes were full of meaning. It was the first time he saw the birthday post, and he vaguely knew what had happened.
The little girl who holds his finger will become his wife.
Many years.
Watching her come into this world, and watching her leave.
Is it a deep or shallow relationship?
The door opened again, the woman had dressed her properly, and Song Chengxuan walked into the house again.
Lu Ying knelt beside him and cried silently.
Xu Qinghuan was lying there, as if he would soon lose his voice.
Song Chengxuan put the birthday sticker into her hand.
"Qing Huan," he called her name, "I am the eldest son of King Wei, and I made a marriage contract with you..."
There was no movement from the people on the bed.
Song Chengxuan continued in a slow and clear tone: "Qing Huan, there is no other woman around me, and I have never made a promise to anyone. If you agree, just nod, and you will be my only wife from now on."
"Qing Huan, did you hear that? I am...Song Chengxuan."
"I am Song Chengxuan."
I don't know how long he talked, but the lights were lit in the room, and his voice became hoarse.
"Sir, stop shouting, my wife has left."
Tears slowly burned across his cheeks, as if taking away all the warmth from his body, and it hurt as if a piece of flesh and blood had been cut out of his heart.
In a daze, he seemed to see a figure standing in front of him, smiling at him, then turned around and gradually left.
