Before the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, the north and south were divided and ruled by standing and dominating in the Central Plains. Emperor Taizu re-cultivated the text, raised troops in Yizhou, attacked the southern country, drove the northern country outside the Jiayu Pass, and unified the Central Plains. The country changed dynasties, changed its name, and its surname was Gao.

During the reign of Muzong, the northern kingdom was divided, and the remnants of the previous dynasty surrendered to the newly emerging Turkic tribes in the desert. In Mu Zong's later years, the rapid rise of the power of the two armies of the Great Zhou Dynasty frightened the Hu enemy and became a myth of invincibility on the battlefield.

Time has passed, and in the blink of an eye, during the reign of Jiarui, the emperor of the dynasty, the countries of the Western Regions surrendered one after another, Hu and Han blended, and the world showed a rare trend of peace. Since the eldest princess of Chengyang and the pro-Turks, the war between the Great Zhou and the Turks began to gradually subside.

Of course, this does not include the battle of Mobei three years ago.

In the fifteenth year of Jiarui, the old Turkic khan was dying, and the eldest princess of Chengyang secretly contacted the Zhou Dynasty to seek support for her to ascend to the throne of the empress dowager. Unexpectedly, the Turkic crown prince imprisoned the eldest princess, sent people into the DPRK to demonstrate, and repeatedly violated the border area between China and the DPRK.

The emperor was furious, and with an order, the army of 200,000 gods smashed the Turkic desert. The war was fought very hard, and the Turks plotted against the Western Regions Dawan and Qiuci countries, and united with Xiliang, obviously prepared.

During the campaign, Yuwen Chuyang only came back in a hurry. One day, I hid behind the pillar on the side of the Jinluan Treasure Hall, and watched him and the ministers of military aircraft frowning with a solemn face.

In those days, I slept very restlessly every night, and the sound of the Buddha played in the Xuanji Pagoda day and night could not surpass the dead souls. Standing in the backyard, I could hear the slaughter coming from the western desert, and even the wind in my face carried the smell of blood.

More than once I dreamed of the appearance of Chu Yang dying in battle, ten thousand arrows piercing my heart, and burying my bones in the yellow sand. Later, the dream finally came true. Since then I was afraid to smell a trace of blood.

The man who is now on the bed in my dormitory makes me feel like a great enemy.

At first, I thought he had just fallen off the wall and smashed his head, only to find out later that he had been slashed from behind, and the blood stains were fused with the black clothes, and they were long indistinguishable in the dark night.

If it weren't for the fact that Star Slaves are naturally sensitive to human blood, I would just turn around and walk away as if I was killing chickens somewhere.

Heaven has the virtue of a good life, although Zhizhi looked embarrassed on the way back to the palace, I still avoided the eyes and ears of everyone in the palace and hid him in the Lingxi Palace.

I think I am very wise to be like this, seeing that he is seriously injured, and according to the routine in the play, most of them are chased and killed by the enemy, if I expose my whereabouts because of saving him, and make myself go to bed like him and become delirious, will I not be wronged?

Sijiu looked at the man who fell into a coma on the bed, and looked at me with a look of embarrassment: "Princess...... What are we going to do? Seeing that he is so badly injured, do we have to go to the doctor?"

I set my eyes on him, and the scarlet blood stained the jade sheets of Tianshui, which was shocking.

He had an extremely heroic eyebrow, and his sword-carved face looked deep and handsome.

His chest heaved violently, his black robe soaked with blood, and his thin white lips were covered with cracked dry skin.

I probed his forehead with my hand, and it was hot, and I was afraid that it would not last long.

Just as I was thinking, my hand was grasped by him weakly, he seemed to want to say something but could not make a sound, I pressed close to his throat, and heard the two words he said from the countless chaotic roars, no.

He opened his eyes weakly, then half-lowered them weakly.

The wind rose in the middle of the night, and the moon disappeared behind the clouds.

I looked at him silently, and after a long time, I sighed: "Sijiu, don't alarm the other people in the palace, you ask Zhizhi to boil some hot water, and come and help me take off his clothes." ”

Even though I had already suggested myself many times in my heart, I still felt my heart beat when Sijiu took off his clothes.

On his broad, well-proportioned back, there was a two-foot-wide knife wound that ran from his spine to his shoulder, and blood was bubbling incessantly. It should have been injured by a blunt and heavy weapon such as a knife and axe, but fortunately, the wound was not deep.

Zhizhi boiled hot water and brought it in, but when he saw the injuries on his body, he was also shocked, and the movements of his hands became panicked.

When Sijiu scrubbed his wound with water, the pain made him wake up, I don't know if Sijiu had a heavy hand, and a few muffled snorts escaped from his mouth.

I sat on the side and watched the snow-white scarf stained with blood, and Sijiu shook his head while busy with the work in his hands. After cleaning his back, he revealed a marble-like texture, and in addition to this knife wound, his back was covered with various scars and bruises, like mottled mud walls.

I wonder how many enemies he has and how he survives until now.

Zhizhi leaned over and whispered: "Princess, the blood in this room is too strong, if you are not used to it, go to the side hall to rest, I will ask Jinglan to clean up for you, and I and Sijiu will take care of it here." ”

I looked reluctant, I have been out of the palace for a few years, and the side hall has been unattended, and most of it is already covered with dust now, and it will be difficult tonight. sighed for kindness but no good reward, but unexpectedly, my series of melancholy expressions were all in his eyes.

When I noticed his gaze, he was staring at me quietly, his half-closed dark eyes as if trying to see through me.

I coughed dryly twice, feeling very strange to this strange man, but I didn't think that my two dry coughs quickly summoned the star slave, seeing that he had lost his expression, and rushed into the house in two or three steps with a monkey on his face, I actually had some doubts about when he was so obedient.

Xingnu approached me, took out a gourd-shaped porcelain bottle like a treasure, and kept muttering "Medicine, medicine!" with an anxious expression.

I have to admire the role played by the Star Slave at the critical moment, the gourd was a treasure passed down to me by the presiding officer of the temple when I became a monk, and it contained a secret elixir.

This medicine is not spread out, and I don't know what to use to refine it, or when I rescued Xingnu and saw that he was covered in bruises but helpless, I knelt outside the host door for three days and three nights and even gave her a bottle of footwashing water for half a year.

At that time, he was a savior slave, and he was too generous, and there was only half of the medicine left in this treasure gourd, and I watched Sijiu medicate him, and the white powder was sprinkled on his scarred back like snow, and I was in pain again.

He was awake the whole time, and his eyes unconsciously fell somewhere.

The medicine was extremely painful, but he didn't even frown, and I was convinced: it was an old fritter.

After a night of tossing, I was yawning, but he was much more energetic, and although he was still feverish, at least his eyes were a little brighter, and he looked around at his surroundings.

Zhizhi urged me to go to the side hall to rest, and it was not too late to come back tomorrow to visit, I stood up and stretched out rather unladylikely, moved my neck, and prepared to grieve myself for one night.

Before leaving, I felt uneasy, so I walked up to him in a few steps and explained cautiously: "You are so resting, don't move." After thinking about it again, he gritted his teeth: "This is my boudoir, and today I will give it to you, you will lie down in peace, if anything happens, don't blame me for being unkind to you!"

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes were fluttering, and there was a smile in his dry voice: "Could it be that the girl is really going to eat for the next meal?"

I suddenly felt like I was choked with a ball of rice, and I was still steaming. I was stuffed with a flush on my face, just like he was with a fever at the moment.

I really don't want to admit that he is sickly and flirtatious, but it is indeed eye-catching.

When I came to the side hall, I silently finished washing under Zhizhi's service, and as soon as I lay down to complain about the cold bed, a hot soup woman stuffed into the futon at my feet.

Zhizhi tucked the corner of the quilt for me, stuffed a piece of something into my hand, and whispered, "Princess Zhilu Dao, you can't sleep without it." ”

I spread it out and saw that it was the old sachet I used to wear next to my pillow. The lingering faint aroma of herbs filled my nose, and my heart seemed to be filled with a warm current.

After Zhizhi left, I lay alone in the slightly cold side hall and thought nonsense.

It is very difficult for me to fall asleep at night, and when I practice, my heart is so peaceful, how can I have such ups and downs as today.

To put it simply, my mind has always flashed to the beautiful man who is lying in the dormitory next to me, and I think that I have read countless people in the past 18 years, but no one has such a good temperament.

It was probably only when I had the discerning eye to quickly see through the extraordinary temperament of his handsome skin even after being seriously injured that I was tossing and turning.

This kind of outstanding temperament makes me inexplicably anxious and uneasy. Because I think I'm familiar with this temperament.

I tried to search through the memories in my mind, trying to find out when I had seen him, or who was like him, but my mind was jumbled up like a breakpoint, buzzing open.