Chapter three hundred and forty seventh dark night
For a son, being escorted by his father is a sign of love and care, but for a minister, being escorted by a king is not necessarily just love and care.
Especially since this minister is a military commander.
Eunuch Jinzhong sighed softly in his heart, answered the call again and retreated.
There was also a shoulder carriage placed in the deep cell. Several guards were waiting outside. Inside, Chu Yurong was sitting naked. Wang Xian carefully wrapped the wound cloth around him and quickly wrapped it tightly from his chest to his back.
"Okay." He said, supporting Chu Yurong with one hand.
Chu Yurong stood up slowly, and two more guards came forward to support him. He motioned not to, "I'll try to walk by myself."
After saying this, Wang Xian let go of his hand and was about to lift his feet to take a step. Chu Yurong almost stumbled. He said, "You can continue to support me."
The young man seemed to be frightened. Wang Xian couldn't help laughing and stretched out his hand to support him.
Chu Yurong was a little helpless: "Mr. Wang, how old are you and you are still so naughty?"
Wang Xian subconsciously wanted to say "Not as old as you", but now the person in front of him was no longer wrapped in layers of clothes, his tall figure was bent, his hair was dyed gray, and his skin was dyed wrinkled.
——He needs to look up at this young man now. However, he feels that the young man should be taller than he is now. In order to suppress the growth in the past few years, he has deliberately reduced his food intake, but in order to maintain his physical strength, he still needs to use force.
You need to continue to practice a lot of martial arts - from now on, you won't have to suffer this anymore and you can eat and drink as you like.
Wang Xian snorted: "This is revenge for your naughty behavior towards me when you were a child."
Chu Yurong smiled and said no more. He walked slowly to the shoulder and did not refuse the help of the two guards this time. He was supported by them and sat down slowly.
"But." He sat on the soft cushion with a look of discomfort on his face, "I think I should lie down on it."
Wang Xian put down the cover on his shoulder carriage and covered the young man's face: "How come you have become so delicate? In the past, I had three swords and six holes in my body and I rode back to the military camp from the ambush of the Qi army without seeing you say a word.
One sound."
The young man behind the gauze smiled softly: "It was different back then."
At that time, the wounds on his body were inflicted by the enemy, and he was not afraid of death or pain.
Wang Xian ignored him and motioned to the guards to lift up their carriages. He walked in the darkness for who knows how long. When he felt the fresh wind, his eyes were still filled with darkness.
"There are no stars tonight." Chu Yurong said in the crowd, seeming a little regretful.
Wang Xianhe said: "You can't see anyone now, so of course you have to leave when the moon is dark and the wind is high and you can't see your fingers. What else do you want to see the stars?"
After walking for a while in the dark night, the carriage saw light. A car was parked on the street. In front of and behind the car were dozens of black-armored warriors. Wang Xian helped Chu Yurong out of the carriage.
, and several guards worked together to carry it into the car.
You can lie down once you enter the carriage.
Chu Yurong lay down in the large carriage and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's still so comfortable."
The carriage swayed slightly, the horses' hooves clattered, beating forward in the dark night.
The torches at the front and back danced on Wang Xian's face through the closed car window. He leaned against the car window and looked out, and whispered: "There are so many people sent by your Majesty, they are as big as iron buckets."
The last sentence is profound.
Although the Sixth Prince has been pretending to be the Iron-faced General, the three armies only recognize the Iron-faced General. After taking off the mask, the Sixth Prince has no restrictions on thousands of troops, but he has been acting for the Iron-faced General for many years. Who knows if there is any
Gathering troops privately - the emperor was still very worried about this prince.
Chu Yurong didn't have any feelings. He was satisfied if he could walk in a comfortable posture.
"There's nothing to sigh about." He said, "I knew it from the beginning."
If you don't feel surprised, there will be no sadness or joy.
Wang Xian chuckled twice: "Okay, you old man has seen through the world and his heart is calm - then let me ask you, why on earth can you escape from this cage and go freely, but you have to rush in headfirst?"
If the original agreement is really followed, if General Iron Mask dies, the emperor will let the six princes live freely from then on. An empty palace will be set up in Xijing, and the sick and weak prince will live in isolation. The world will not remember him or know him. He will be reunited in a few years.
Die and disappear completely. The Sixth Prince in this world will be just a name——
The emperor would not be jealous of such a sixth prince, nor would he send troops to protect him but actually imprison him.
Now the Sixth Prince wants to continue to be a prince and stand in front of the world. Even if you do nothing, just because of your status as a prince, you will be tabooed by the emperor and guarded by other brothers - this is a cage.
Wang Xian asked: "I remember that what you always wanted was to jump out of this prison. Why did you jump back after you obviously did it? Didn't you say you wanted to see the interesting world?"
Chu Yurong rested his head on his arms, and as the carriage rocked gently, light and dark light and shadow flashed on his face.
"Because at that time, this place was boring to me," he said, "and there was nothing to miss."
"Then what are you missing now?" Wang Xian asked.
After being a general for a long time, does it mean the power of commanding the three armies? Does it mean the glory and wealth of a prince?
Chu Yurong said: "Those are nothing. If I miss that, the Iron-faced General will live forever. As for the prince's glory and wealth - have I ever experienced it?"
Wang Xian said: "So, is it because of Chen Danzhu?"
Chu Yurong leaned on his arm and turned to look at him. He smiled, and Wang Xian seemed to see the stars falling into the carriage.
"Why!" Wang Xian gritted his teeth, "Is it because you are as beautiful as a flower?"
As a prince, even if he is ignored by the emperor, beauties can be seen everywhere in the palace. As long as the prince is willing, it is not easy to find a beauty. What's more, he later became an iron-faced general, and beauties from the princely states were also sent to him -
—He has never looked twice, and now he is seduced by Chen Danzhu?
Fascinating? Chu Yurong smiled and reached out to touch her face: "When it comes to being as beautiful as a flower, she is not as good as me."
Wang Xian sighed.
"Actually, I don't know why." Chu Yurong continued, "Maybe it's because when I see her, it's like seeing me."
He still remembered the first time he saw this girl. At that time, she had just killed someone and ran into him. She was fierce, cunning, innocent and confused. She was sitting opposite him, and she seemed to be very far away.
Far away, as if from another world, lonely and lonely.
When she faced him, no matter what posture she made, whether she was really sad or fake happy, the fire deep in her eyes was so fierce that it wanted to light up the whole world.
If he leaves and leaves her here alone, the fire in the girl's eyes will burn out one day.
