The deep meaning is self-evident.

The black-clothed man at the head glared at the person who finished speaking with a little dissatisfaction, and said coldly: "The emperor has an order that we can only act when General Shen returns to Beijing in triumph." Now that the time has not come, what are you panicking about? ”

"Subordinates know their mistakes."

"Don't use these crooked thoughts next time, or you won't even know how you died."

The words were addressed to the person who spoke up, but everyone tacitly understood it, and this was also a reminder to them.

The moonlight has not been hidden, and in the lonely and empty desert, there is a beautiful cold light.

The days passed like quicksand, and the night was very dark at night when the wind was high for a month.

As soon as he closed his eyes for a moment, there was a faint sound of fighting in his ears, perhaps because he was far away, and he couldn't hear it really.

The sound sounded like the wind blowing leaves, sleepiness kept coming, his eyelids were fighting, so that he no longer had the energy to think about these things, he convinced himself over and over again in his heart that it was the wind, and when he wanted to turn over and continue to sleep, Zeng Jiaotou suddenly opened his eyes.

How can there be leaves in the desert!

Even if there is wind, it blows yellow sand, where do the leaves come from?

He jumped up, didn't even have time to put on his clothes, and ran all the way over.

The closer he got to the source of the sound, the more nervous he became, and his pace couldn't help but quicken.

Running to the tent where Mu Zhao lived, the two black-clothed men guarding outside the tent saw a man coming with a sword from a distance, picked up the sword and fought with Zeng Jiaotou.

With one against two, Zeng Jiaotou's martial arts skills were good, and he gradually revealed his superiority under the combined attack of the two.

The man in black only attacked but did not kill, and after a few back and forth, Zeng Jiaotou confronted them on the one hand, and secretly said bad in his heart.

The two men deliberately dragged him to prolong the time and prevent him from entering the tent.

"Someone's coming...... There are assassins!! Seeing the situation clearly, Sect Leader Zeng quickly calmed down and shouted loudly.

Together, there was a rustling movement from the tent in the distance, and people rushed here one after another.

The men in black looked at each other for a few seconds, took out the whistle in their arms, blew it, and left quickly after signaling, and their backs disappeared into the night.

"Huh........." Zeng Jiaotou gasped, picked up the sword on the ground and entered the tent.

The house was stained with blood, a mess, looking around, and finally saw Mu Zhao lying in a pool of blood in the corner, Zeng Jiaotou was so shocked that his legs were weak and almost fell, he was so frightened that his throat changed color: "Returning to the junior brother!" ”

The people on the ground didn't respond for a long time, and Zeng Jiaotou raised his hand slightly trembling and sighed.

Thankfully, there's still breathing.

One after another, people looked for the sound to check, and when they saw the blood stains all over the ground, the timid people were suddenly frightened and exclaimed.

marched and fought, stationed at the border for many years, not frightened by the bloodstains on the ground, but because the injured person was Mu Zhao.

Who is Mu Zhao? Their son-in-law of General Shen, Miss Shen's beloved person who is beautiful enough to amaze everyone in the army, how can they not panic and worry.

The medic came quickly and quickly stopped the bleeding for him.

"It didn't hurt the vital point, it was all minor injuries, and it would be cured if the bleeding stopped and recuperated for a few more days."

The military doctor's words made everyone frown with a sigh of relief.

Zeng Jiaotou, who was standing in the corner and bandaged his wounds, had been paying attention to the movement here, and when he heard the words, his brows furrowed even tighter.

He was not blind, when he came in just now, the blood all over the ground, the bloodstained clothes almost stained Mu Zhao's whole body, if it weren't for the arterial bleeding, there wouldn't be so many bloodstains.

He thought that the assassin's target was Mu Zhao, and he definitely wanted to get rid of him quickly, but he didn't expect that although this assassin was ruthless, he didn't want to hurt his life.

Isn't it a joke that assassins come to kill people, only wound but not kill.

Zeng Jiaotou slowly recalled, remembering that he had just fought with the man in black outside, and they didn't take their lives in order to delay time.

The delay was not to kill Mu Zhao, it seemed that it was just to hurt him a few more points.

The person who can do this must not be simple, and he is afraid that Mu Zhao is not as simple as a simple disgust, but more like playing with him and applauding, easily insulting and hurting him.

Spending so much energy, financial resources and manpower, and risking being discovered by the imperial court, I am afraid that there is no one else here except for those few people who have traveled thousands of miles.

You must know that assassinating the imperial court official is a serious crime, after stabbing the imperial court official, he can still escape with his whole body, and he has a gap with Mu Zhao, and only that one is left among those people.

Thinking of this, there was a chill behind his back, a gust of wind blew, he shivered with cold, and the cold sweat that came out soaked the bandages on his back, Zeng Jiaotou stood up and glanced at Mu Zhao who was lying on the bed, his handsome face was pale and weak, his eyes were closed, and he didn't wake up for a long time.

He then found a clean-looking soldier with quick hands and feet, instructed him to take good care of him, and came out of the tent.

Suddenly learning such important news, he was afraid that his simple mind really couldn't bear such a fact.

Today, the saint wants to kill Mu Zhao?

Is this possible? Is this realistic?

Not to mention that Mu Zhao and the current emperor are like brothers and sisters, and the relationship is good, even for the sake of the overall situation now, it is impossible for the emperor to send someone to stab Mu Zhao.

Mu Zhao, as an official appointed by the imperial court, as a minister of the Qin Mission, was specially accompanied by the army to the border to support, once he was injured, it would inevitably cause chaos in the army, and the people would panic.

can rule out all possibilities, intuitively, this matter must have nothing to do with the emperor.

The crowd dispersed, and when Zeng's head left, only a small soldier was left in the tent.

He leaned over and carefully fed Mu Zhao the medicine, but the water didn't drink much, and it all flowed into his neck.

Because of the proximity, in addition to the medicine stains, he found that there was still a wisp of blood on Mu Zhao's neck, which should have flowed from the corner of his mouth, spread to the white placket and disappeared.

Helplessly, he took out the handkerchief in his arms, wiped the medicine stains and blood stains on Mu Zhao's neck, and after doing all this, he had to feed Mu Zhao medicine again. Before feeding the medicine, he thoughtfully put the handkerchief on Mu Zhao's neck.

After feeding the whole bowl of medicine in the porcelain bowl, the neck was not stained by the medicine stains.

After doing all this fine work, the little soldier was so tired that he panted, and he brought a pestle and placed it on the edge of the bed, and sat there with his eyelids drooping, barely trying to keep himself from falling asleep.

After a while, the little soldier was sleepy, leaned against the bed, and slowly fell asleep.

………

The night was already very deep, and the moon hung in the sky, and the cold moonlight seemed to be much dimmer, as if it was about to be robbed of its brilliance by the newborn moon at any moment.

"Yan Yan, you and I have no chance in this life, if there is an afterlife...... If there is an afterlife, it will definitely not be lost. The man whispered those words in a sickly and weak voice, and although his face was pale, his face was handsome and his posture was elegant, and he was the same as before.

It's just that there is a woman in her arms, red clothes are like fire, powder and fat are fragrant, and her eyes are smart and innocent, she is really a true and pure person.

She stared at Mu Zhao's weak handsome face, and couldn't believe it: "The king should be like a rock, the concubine should be a reed, the reed is as tough as silk, is the rock not transferred?" ”

When the man heard this, his pale and weak face turned pale.

"Ahem!!" "Ahem!" A few coughs suddenly sounded, leaving drops of steaming blood at the corners of his mouth.

She panicked forward, trying to hold him up.

The man was as gentle as ever, and said softly that nothing happened, stopping her movements, and looking into her eyes: "Yan Yan, in this life, I am destined to linger on the sickbed and be seriously ill for a lifetime, if you still remember our former husband and wife relationship, it is better to fulfill me." ”

The voice is gentle and considerate, and she is reluctant to say a heavy word to her, but there is no love in her eyes.

It's not that she doesn't love, it's just that the person she loves is not her.

He had looked at her with joy and given her love, and now he was the same, but the man in his arms changed from blue to red.

Her husband, the person she loves the most in this life, has been separated for a few months, but he has changed his mind.

She looked at the man and smiled bitterly: "If you don't love in this life, how can you talk about the next life?" ”

Full of joy, waiting for nothing but nothing.

So far in this life, she has lived like a joke from beginning to end, and her beloved has already made a promise to others, why is she still here to ask bitterly.

She made a mistake herself, why should she lose her soul.

The man did not answer, but stood there for a long time, not speaking.

When the sky was about to dawn, Red Sakura stepped forward to open the silver-patterned cicada yarn brocade tent, pulled up the tent, and called softly: "Miss, wake up!" ”

Shen Nanyan suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream. The three thousand green silks were scattered in a mess, stained with a little tear, and there was a little sweat on the dirty clothes.

When he woke up from the dream, Shen Nanyan sat on the bed in a daze, covered in a cold sweat behind his back.

It turned out that everything was a dream just now.

Fortunately, it was just a dream, otherwise what would she do, what could she do, what would she do.

If it weren't for Sakura calling her, she felt like she was going to be trapped in her dreams, enduring everything in her dreams over and over again.

Everything in the dream was so real, as if it was about to happen, those sudden shocks, and the overwhelming sourness and heartbreak, as if the emotions were uncontrollable, and they were rolling in her heart over and over again to make her feel it again.

Helplessness, despair, heartache, and heartache all hit her, she covered her heart and sat on the bed, her face already covered with a layer of cold sweat.

"Miss, what's wrong?!" Sakura asked with concern as she wiped the cold sweat from her face with a clean handkerchief.

In front of her was Sakura's concerned face, and she endured the cramping pain in her heart and comforted, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare." ”

Hong Ying looked at Shen Nanyan in a cold sweat, with an extremely painful expression on her face, and said thoughtfully: "Miss, do you want to ask a doctor to take a look, the slave maid sees that your face is a little pale." ”

The cool breeze slipped in through the gap in the window lattice, blowing up the corner of the veil, Shen Nanyan pulled the corner of the veil, and said softly: "Don't bother, you go and go to sleep after covering the window lattice, I want to stay alone for a while!" ”

Knowing that she had always been happy and quiet, Sakura got up and lit the candle on the orchid-shaped candlestick, walked to the window and closed the lattice, closed the door lightly, and went out of the house.

The sky is almost bright, although the room is not completely bright, but you can see the road, light a lone lamp, barely illuminate the square inch of the place, the light is not too dark, not too dazzling.