The emperor patted Fuxiu's head, gently stroked Fuxiu's hair with warm fingers, and sighed helplessly: "You have been in poor health, and you can't afford to travel like that, it's really hard for you." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Fuxiu hesitated for a moment, bowed his head and said: "Fuxiu is not bitter, as long as Fuxiu is by the emperor's side and serves the emperor, the emperor's heart will not feel bitter." Fuxiu has always been relieved of the emperor, but now when he sees the emperor, he is still at ease. ”

The emperor showed a smile at this time, "Fu Xiu, I know that you are good to me, but you are good to me and should not come to me, you are my treasure, if something happens to you, how can I and Lin'er live?" ”

Fuxiu gently took the emperor's hand and said with a smile: "The emperor regards Fuxiu as a treasure in his heart, but Fuxiu also said that the emperor is the heaven of Fuxiu and the land of Fuxiu. ”

"Yes! The sky is up, the ground is cracked, how can Fuxiu live? ......”

"Your Majesty, even if the soldiers of the Hemeng Empire are all killed in battle, you still have Fuxiu and Lin'er, you would rather not want the world, we will definitely not let you put yourself in the shoes of the adventure again! After tomorrow passes, I can recall all the soldiers I have recruited and invite you to protect you, as long as I protect you, then we can have more than a thousand soldiers, and the day of the northern retreat to Anyang is not far away. ”

"More than a thousand soldiers...... the emperor sighed, as if negative, as if laughing at himself.

Fuxiu knew that he was heartbroken by the fact that hundreds of thousands of troops were wiped out overnight, so Fuxiu did not dare to say anything more, knelt beside the emperor, and gently pinched his shoulder and knocked his back for the emperor.

After a while, the master ordered someone to bring a meal, and the emperor hastily ate it, and rewarded the Su brothers for their good life, promising that if they returned to Anyang, they would be rewarded.

Su Dahu replied: "The emperor has the heart of the dragon and the tiger, so he waved his army south, wanting to recapture the important border towns that were taken by the Qing Empire, but unfortunately he was in trouble. The dragon swims in shallow water, this is the will of heaven. The grass people are the emperor's people, and the emperor is the parents of the grass people, so how can a son be paid for supporting his parents? ”

After Su Dahu finished speaking with his brother, he saluted respectfully, and then retreated with interest.

The emperor straightened his back, waved his hand to the guards who were standing and waiting, and said, "Everyone has worked hard, go down early and have a good rest!" It is enough to have a concubine here. ”

The standing guards answered "yes" and quietly retreated, closing the attic door gently.

When the emperor saw that everyone had retreated, he exhaled slowly, put his hand on his forehead, and fell on the table, and his face was full of exhaustion and pain, as if he had knocked open an immaculate egg, and the yolk and egg white splashed out at once, and he could not stop it.

"Fuxiu, I'm defeated after all...... Defeated. I insisted on going my own way, and I was defeated...... Very thoroughly. He lowered his eyes, and the skin at the corners of his eyes slackened weakly, revealing a faint blue-gray circle.

Fuxiu really wanted to tell the emperor that even if everyone in the world gave up on him, she never gave up on him, and always regarded him as the only Ah Zheng in her heart. But even if Fuxiu said this, it would be useless.

Fuxiu's heart was blocked, and his heart was not as disappointed and sad as he was to see the rapidly aging emperor in front of him.

"Don't be like this, Ah Zheng, Fuxiu doesn't allow you to do this!" Fuxiu knelt down in front of the emperor, tears dripped down quickly, and he choked up and persuaded: "Ah Zheng, Fu Xiu's Ah Zheng." Where there is life, there is hope. You are still young now, this is the first time you have lost a battle, don't be sad, the reason for this failure is all because of the Gu family's fornication with the Qing Empire's meticulous work, and all these failures are not caused by you alone. No, Fuxiu was wrong. When did the prestige of the Hermon Empire ever waver? Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, since Ah Zheng ascended the throne, Ah Zheng has given too many concessions to the Qing Empire, Ah Zheng is just a royal driver and a personal expedition, and he failed once, what is this? ”

The emperor's rough and calloused fingers caressed Fuxiu's delicate and smooth cheeks, wiped Fuxiu's tears, and said in a low voice: "When will my Fuxiu shed tears like this?" Is that comforting? You are my blessing, the mother of Lin'er, although you usually like to hide things in your heart, but I know that I have never been the only one in your heart. I used to blame you, but do you still blame me? ...... Alas, all of this is just my own fault, and I can't blame anyone else, I just want to revive the military might of our Hemeng Empire. Merely...... In my life, I have never used troops on such a large scale, and I have never ...... What a failure! ”

Probably, maybe there will be no more opportunities for such a large-scale use of troops, right?

Some dreams have been shattered ever since, forever. Just like the original Tsing Yi woman's resolute departure, it can no longer be recovered.

The emperor's tearful fingers gradually curled up, clenched tightly, and the green tendons immediately stood out, and the blood veins could be seen beating suddenly.

"Ah Zheng. Even if you make any decision, Fuxiu will support you without hesitation, even if no one in the world believes in you, Fuxiu is willing to believe you. You should cheer up, only if you cheer up, can we really break through and succeed! Fuxiu whimpered.

Pull yourself together? Of the more than 900,000 troops, there are now less than 200,000 left, and the lives of more than 700,000 soldiers have all been lost on the battlefield.

Even if the emperor is willing to forgive himself, presumably the whole world will not forgive the emperor, and still regard the emperor as a tyrant who is reckless and militaristic. How many people can support such a "tyrant" and "faint king"? How many people can support his comeback?

Fuxiu didn't dare to continue imagining, quietly took the emperor's hand, and looked at the emperor blankly. The emperor's face was indeed much haggard, and the trace of childishness that still existed had been worn away, and the long black hair was now gray and gray. Even if the face is washed, can the sorrow and pain experienced be completely washed away?

After a long time, the emperor said lightly: "Yes! I still have a blessing, a son, and a queen mother, that is, the whole world looks down on me, and I must also look down on myself. I will never let Fuxiu and Lin'er suffer from the scolding of the whole world with me! The Emperor said, his eyes as if dull, and he stared at the wind-blown flames above the table. (To be continued.) )