It was already the third day of their escape from the Beihu tribe.

The water they were carrying had been depleted, and only half a scoop of liquor remained in their sacs.

The horses suffered a lot of arrow wounds in the melee that night, and thanks to the Hu people's skill in taming the horses, they can still survive until now.

It's just that the two of them can only let the horses hunch their luggage and move forward step by step.

The green of the grassland in late autumn is not bright, but has a withered and boring yellow, which makes people feel restless.

The two of them moving forward in silence like this is a kind of torture.

Wei Heming licked the corners of his lips that were too dry.

He had only managed to moisten their throats by collecting a little dew in the morning, and then he had not been dripping all morning, basking in the autumn sun after noon, which made him more and more anxious.

Sometimes he couldn't help but want to say something, but he was afraid that his anger would collide with the people around him, so he had to swallow it silently.

After all, Chu Fengge is used to coming and going in the wind and rain, and he is much calmer than him.

Every time he walks for a while, he will also be reminded to stop and rest to maintain his optimal physical strength.

At sunset, Wei Heming finally saw the clear river that Chu Fengge had said.

At that time, the end of the river was dyed with bright red glow, like a golden-red satin, and Wei Heming picked up a handful, but it was clean and clear water.

Wei Heming drank enough water, washed off the dust on his face, and finally felt refreshed, cheered up and prepared to set up camp.

Don't you know that Chu Fengge has already cleaned up the place, and even lit a bonfire.

The two of them leaned side by side beside the grassy knoll, wrapped in two layers of leather jackets.

"Is it cold?" Chu Fengge tugged the leather jacket on his shoulders for him.

Wei Heming shook his head: "It's not cold, but Your Highness should pay attention, the old wound has not healed, and it is terrible to catch a cold again." ”

Chu Fengge smiled and buried his head in his neck socket: "Sir, I don't hate this. ”

Wei Heming was stunned: "What?"

Chu Fengge said in a low voice: "Just like this, there are only the two of us in heaven and earth, and no one can take you away." ”

Wei Heming almost wanted to kick it up: "What an adult, why are you still like a child." I don't know if I'm ashamed?"

It's just that he knows very well in his heart that in front of the person he likes, probably no matter how mature a man is, he will turn back into a child.

Even himself.

It's just that he can't follow Chu Fengge to mess around with him.

In the past two days, they have also collided with the Hu people several times, but most of them are stragglers on the opposite side, or the old and weak near the tribe, and they have not collided with the real pursuers - in fact, Wei Heming does not know whether the Hu people are still chasing them, and where the envoys of the Jing Dynasty have gone.

The lack of information and the pressure of survival have left his people and spirit trapped in this vast grassland, not knowing what awaits him in front of him, but he has to struggle forward.

They died nine times and fled from Beihu, and what happened after that?

Will the emperor who intended to get rid of Chu Fengge really admit the fact that King Wenrui returned safely?

As an envoy, can he still return to the court?

Jing Chao's move, the border situation is bound to be tense, and if the war resumes, he will definitely not be able to turn things around on his own.

The wheel of fate turned like this, squeaking over the bones of Wenchen, running over the corpses of military generals, and finally going in the direction he had identified.

Wei Heming could only reluctantly admit that no matter how many times he did it all over again, he was just an ordinary person - an ordinary person who tried his best and could fail.

There are always things that he can't change, even if he tries his best, and even goes in a direction that worries him even more.

The road ahead was long, and Wei Heming tried his best not to show a dazed appearance, because he didn't want His Highness to feel helpless, but he himself had to think twice about these problems, and tried his best to find a path to the future from the desperate situation.

Because he is Chu Fengge's husband.

Because he wanted to be Chu Fengge's support.

Wei Heming stared at the hazy moon in the night sky, and suddenly asked, "Does Your Highness remember what I asked at the beginning?"

Chu Fengge asked, "Which one?"

"Why do you want this world?"

Chu Fengge's expression was complicated for a moment, and he seemed to see the appearance of Mr. Chu bowing in front of him again.

"In the beginning, it was about survival. Chu Fengge's voice also became clear in the quiet night. "If I don't fight, I have to be practiced, and I will be treated as fish and meat on the table. ”

"Later, it was greedy, unconvinced, and it was difficult to ride a tiger, once the power was in hand, it was much more difficult to let go. Chu Fengge continued. "Standing in such a position, I don't fight, and I will always be put to death by others. Don't you and Chu Shen treat me as a big problem?"

Wei Heming nodded, but this time he was not in a hurry to apologize.

has two lives and two lives, and he wants to take a serious look at what Chu Fengge has in his eyes and what he is thinking in his heart.

At first, no one was willing to take Chu Fengge's mind into account, and then no one dared to speculate on what he meant, and even Wei Heming, a military advisor, himself did not really look at this person.

Wei Heming then asked, "What about later?"

"Then ......" Chu Fengge suddenly laughed. "It's for you. ”

Wei Heming was stunned.

"At that time, I thought that power can't keep you, interests can't bind you, even coercion and coercion are not a long-term solution. ”

"But you always have something you care about, you care about the world, don't you?"

Chu Fengge's hand was on Wei Heming's shoulder, and his lazy posture seemed to be joking: "In this case, I will use this world as a cage, just to imprison you as a crane." ”

Wei Heming wanted to laugh a little, but he wanted to cry a little.

Finally, he exhaled slowly: "Your Highness's plan is very clever. ”

Chu Fengge said: "But after all, it's still a bad move." ”

Who would have thought that Wei Heming would leave so early.

The Wei Heming who shouted that his life was hard all day long, hung his breath and couldn't go up or down, and was hated by others but couldn't die.

On the day Chu Fengge rushed into the palace, he left.

Chu Fengge sighed: "But I really govern the world very well, I didn't tell you this sentence." ”

"Then I thought, what if you weren't dead, what if you were alive again? or...... What if we can see you again under the Nine Springs?"

"If I don't remember what I said, you're afraid you won't see me again, right?"

"I've got to make you ...... Something owes me. ”

Wei Heming whispered, "Thank you." ”

Chu Fengge's admiration is extremely naïve, extremely distorted, and extremely humble...... But he is extremely sincere.

Perhaps in the swampy darkness, the only light was the flame called Aimu, jumping and jumping, so that he had not completely lost his way.

The bonfire gradually went out, and Wei Heming was tired after a day of walking, and gradually fell into a fog.

Chu Fengge was still awake because of the vigil.

Wei Heming was dazed and didn't forget to pull Chu Fengge's hand: "Your Highness remembers that you asked me to get up and change guards in the middle of the night." ”

Chu Fengge let out a low "um".

Wei Heming didn't have the strength to withdraw his hand, so he closed his eyes heavily.

Chu Fengge clenched that hand and didn't let go again.

In the middle of the night, Wei Heming fell asleep, and Chu Fengge didn't wake him up.

But it was raining lightly from the sky.

Chu Fengge frowned, peeled off the leather jacket on his body, and propped it on top of the two of them.

Wei Heming frowned uneasily in his sleep, not knowing what kind of dream he had.