She knew that what Gao Su did was for herself, so she was very grateful.

But the land burned by the war was far less peaceful than she thought. When she and Fusu Gongzi and her party went to the former capital of Yin Shang, they were welcomed to an ancient city by General Wang Jian and watched them closely, not allowing them to go out of the city for half a step. As for those strange and mysterious things, they have also been moved to the ancient city by the Qin army for the study of Fusu Gongzi.

Fusu fled from the old scholars in the capital of the Qin king, and was feeling a rare ease, and when he saw a large number of bamboo slips and cloths in front of him, he hurriedly pounced on them, immersed in these ancient words all day long.

Yun Yao had a faint premonition in her heart, but it was not clear. She didn't use divination again, but occasionally, she would ask Fusu to divinate a hexagram for herself, and then infer her future in the hexagram that Fusu was punctual and inaccurate.

She felt that it was close, but she didn't know when it would come.

In her spare time, she even began to write books, as her master once did, shoehorning everything she had learned in her life into her apprentices, as if she was dying. Although Fusu has not bowed to her teacher properly, she is usually treated as a teacher, and she wants to leave Fusu a gift before leaving.

Yes, before leaving.

She had a hunch that she was going to leave soon. The closer I got to the old capital of Yin Shang, the stronger the premonition became.

Although she didn't know where this strong premonition came from, she guessed that the change was related to the tortoise shell, seeing the strange vein on the back of her hand getting deeper and deeper, and the words of the former wizard still ringing in her ears from time to time. Or rather, it has something to do with the spirit that she raised herself.

It is said that a cultivator can often have a premonition that a catastrophe is coming, and she does not cultivate, but she can sense some of it.

And Fusu, who was buried in the pile of old papers, also felt a little wrong in his untimely divination.

But what is wrong, he is still young and his cultivation is still shallow, and he can't accurately describe it.

But now, at least Fusu already knows why Yun Yao said that their father and son were at odds at that time.

The terrifying majesty that his father displayed when he conquered the Six Kingdoms already made him feel faintly uncomfortable. He saw the future of the Qin State in the hexagram, sweeping the world, replacing the Zhou, and when that time came, the prestige of the King of Qin would definitely reach its peak, and ...... And the contradiction between him and his father will be irreconcilable.

The teacher is not wrong, it is the young self who is wrong.

Fusu Gongzi became more and more silent, burying himself in the pile of old papers every day, depressed. Now he didn't even have to do divination to deduce that there would be a violent conflict in the future. Born in the era of the coexistence of the Seven Kingdoms, he received the oldest and strictest aristocratic etiquette, and his nature was soft, and he was bound to have trouble with his father in the future; Because of many of his father's practices, Fusu did not approve of it.

After this depression reaches a certain level, it will inevitably erupt like volcanic magma.

The hexagram shows that his younger brother will be called emperor, which is also an inevitability. If he had a young brother who was born when the Qin State ruled the world, and accepted the fact that the King of Qin was unique as soon as he was born, then this young brother must be incomparably compatible with his father.

I can't help it, I can't bear it.

Although Fusu foresaw the future, he didn't know how to overcome this dilemma. If he were to sit idly by, it would be contrary to his usual principles of life; If he had a hard fight with his father, it would have been like what the hexagram showed, and their father and son would have turned against each other.

Therefore, during this period of time, Fusu completely buried himself in the pile of old papers, and no one could call it up.

What shattered this temporary calm was a letter from the state of Qin.

The King of Qin was very dissatisfied with Fusu's actions, and he ordered Fusu to bring the batch back to Qin as soon as possible and put it under his nose. The king had a very short temper and would not allow anything beyond his control to happen, perhaps due to his childhood experience.

His arms couldn't twist his thighs, and Fusu Gongzi packed his luggage and prepared to return to Qin.

But before leaving, he said a word to Yun Yao:

"I don't want to bring my husband back."

For the first time, he called Yun Yao a teacher.

Yun Yao was a little surprised.

Fusu didn't seem to see her surprise, and still said gently: "Father will take your life, you-you should stay here, although this place is simple and barren, but the world is so big, there is always a place for you." ”

The young man of Zhilan Yushu stood in the wind, and there was some compassion in his glass-colored eyes.

Innate compassion is as pure as glass, not mixed with the slightest filth.

Yun Yao was suddenly moved. She took two steps forward, wanting to say something, but suddenly Fusu took a step back, and her eyes were faintly gloomy. "Even the son of the Qin State can't keep your life from his father's hands." He turned his head sideways to look at her, his wide coat swaying in the cool breeze, like a butterfly disappearing with the wind, "You leave, never return to Qin." ”

Never, don't go back to Qin.

Even if the Qin State unifies the world in the future.

Fusu's expression was very serious and solemn: "If my father knew that you were still alive, he would definitely be furious, and then your situation would be even more ...... I will return to my father, and you died violently on the way back to Qin. You go, never appear in the Qin State. ”

The young boy tilted his head slightly, word by word, and his words were earnest.

Yun Yao thought about it and decided not to live up to Fusu's intentions: "Okay." ”

She cooperated with Fusu to act in a play, wrapped herself in a thick linen cloth, pretended to be seriously ill and could not recover, and coughed all day long. When Fusu felt that it was almost enough, he told his attendants that she had died of illness, wrapped her in a mat, and threw her in the wilderness.

But at some point, the little boy secretly stuffed a cloth bag in her hand, which contained gold.

Yun Yao suddenly wanted to laugh, but she was uncomfortable. She heard that she had been left in the wilderness, and the chariot and horse of the prince of Qin snorted away. In this era of lack of medical treatment, dying on the road is nothing. Now I only hope that the prince will return to the Qin State safely, and he will not be blamed for his death.

Her soul body was very difficult, and in the scattered stars in the sky, she could distinguish the convoy of the prince of Qin and follow them all the way back to Qin.

The king of Qin was very satisfied with what Gongzi Fusu brought back, and did not pursue the death of an insignificant witch.

I hope that this eldest prince who knows the future can save his life in the days to come.

Yun Yao wrapped herself in rags and turned herself into a beggar and groped her way to a new city. It was the royal capital of the Zhao State, which had only been attacked not long ago, and the Qin army had been resting in it for two months, and now it was leaving the camp one after another. Gao Su is not there.

As the most capable general under Wang Qian, he had already been taken to the new front line by Wang Qian.

Yun Yao stayed in the royal capital and had nothing to do, except for accompanying Gao Su at night and telling him about the recent interesting things, she planted yarrow. She carved out a small meadow in the yard, planted it all with yarrow, and watered and fertilized it every day with great interest until they grew up.

In her spare time when she was planting grass, she would occasionally make some trinkets to buy in exchange for some rations.

She lived an ordinary life for several months, and suddenly one night, when she found Gao Su, she found that he was seriously injured.

On the wound was a sharp arrow quenched with poison, and the arrow was glowing with a faint blue light, which was obviously a fatal poison. She supported Gao Su and desperately told herself to be calm, now is not the time to be sad...... Well, actually, what is even more tragic is that there is no one around her.

The howling wind blew through the wilderness, surrounded by mostly broken walls and lost lives, she felt fear at that moment, lowered her head and rubbed her arms, pressed down the trace of cold strangeness, and patted the cheek of the man in her arms: "Changgong? ”

Man moaning lowly. With a groan, the long hair was scattered over his shoulders, and the helmet gurgled and rolled to the ground.

She sat down with him in her arms, buried her head in his shoulder socket, and muttered, "What should I do?" ”

It's not that I don't know the herbs to stop bleeding and heal wounds, but the arrows of the wounds are clearly quenched with poison.

The slightest movement increases the flow of blood, allowing toxins to spread to the heart and die.

She heard the man laugh low in his ear and coughed twice: "Cough, cough......"

She patted him lightly on the back, but lowered her hand again. She didn't dare.

"A-Yao." He gasped low. He asked, "If I die, wouldn't it be better?" ”

She hugged him and didn't speak.

"Ahem, A-Yao." He raised his finger and stroked her hair, with a deep affection in his eyes, "You and I will one day leave and be born again, no need to ...... No need to be too upset. He coughed under his breath, took her hand, and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"It's a pity that in this life, I won't have time to marry you."

He leaned into her arms and said something intermittently, his voice a little muffled. She moved her fingers slightly, and finally lowered her head and looked at him, her eyes faintly shining, and she didn't know whether she was sad or angry.

"Gao Changgong." She gritted her teeth word by word and said, "Do you believe that I can leave you alone now?" ”

"Ahem." He coughed twice and coughed up some blood foam. She hurriedly wiped him away, looking at him angrily, her clear eyes were faintly angry, and she was unconsciously covered with a layer of mist.

Silly girl. He silently called out in his heart, wiped the water marks from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and said in a low voice: "Aren't you already used to it?" A-Yao, don't cry. He coughed twice more, took out a roll of blood-stained cloth from his bosom, and placed it in her palm, "Here you go." ”

There is a rough texture on the cloth, and there is a faint smell of blood.

She knew it was his blood.

"In the next life, I may wait for you for a long time." He clasped her hands in the palms of his hands, slowly covered his chest, and whispered, "I have a hunch that the next life may be very different from the original. I don't know where I got my hunch, maybe it's because I'm more connected to you. Ah Yao ......" He coughed twice, his eyes full of warmth, "You have to be well." ”

No more words, no more action.

He slept quietly in her arms, and the howling wind swept over the wilderness, whining, and melting the moonlight between heaven and earth. She looked up and calmly looked at the cold, dark night sky, where there was a cold silence.

Although it is not the first time, I still feel an endless coldness.

That's it, horizontal and vertical can't escape this level. She leaned over and kissed his face, shoved the cloth into her arms, and waited in the silent wilderness with him in her arms. One day, two days, three days. Three days later, as before, she lit a fire and calmly dealt with the aftermath.

The faint lines on the back of the hand have turned bright red. color, like a magnificent ancient totem, beats slightly on the skin.

She unfolded the blood-stained silk and read it word by word, taking every word in her heart. As for her ontology? Well, don't worry about it for the time being, people will die by themselves if they don't eat or drink for a while.

She has a good memory and a better perceptiveness. However, in a short period of time, I memorized the things on the silk completely.

It was a piece of silk from the Chu State, which recorded the final fate of the sorcerer.

Return, above the earth.

She watched her soul become transparent little by little, turned her head and threw the silk into the fire, letting herself become a little distorted, cold, and bright red unexpectedly. The color totem slowly passed away. When I opened my eyes, I was suddenly stunned on the bed, no, on the couch.

Long tassels hang from the corners of the curtain, exuding a faint exotic spice. Little by little, the memories of the past revived in my mind, brushing away the accumulated dust, and slowly returning to its original appearance.

The door creaked open, and a maid with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked in.

"Erniang...... Hey, lady, you're awake. ”