Of course, she misses her homeland and her parents, but how many women who have been married since ancient times can return? What's more, she married in a foreign country again, and she thought about it in the first few years of marriage, but after so many years, she has already regarded Jin Kingdom as her home, and Fan Jiyou's body, where can she go?

Fan Jiyou nodded and motioned for Zhou Han to help him get up and sit down. He leaned on the folded quilt pillows of the two beds, sat weakly in front of the bed, stretched out his hand to help Zhou Han brush the messy hair on his forehead, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and said with a pale smile, "Ah Han, have you ever thought about going back?" ”

The second lady looked at Fan Jiyou in a daze, she hadn't seen him smile for a long time, she didn't know why Fan Jiyou suddenly asked like this, these questions made her feel very uneasy, she grabbed his hand tightly, and replied seriously, "I will be where you are, even if you go to Qin State, you will accompany our mother and son together, otherwise, if I don't go back, for me, you are the most important." ”

Fan Jiyou in turn shook Zhou Han's hand, "Ah Han, I don't have much time." Zhou Han couldn't listen to these words the most, and she was just about to speak out loud, Fan Jiyou patted her hand, "Don't worry, don't you listen to what I say?" ”

Fan Jiyou touched the hair on Zhou Han's ear, and sighed with a desolate smile, "I'm afraid I won't be better, I won't be able to accompany you for much longer, you don't think about it yourself, as a husband, as a father, I have to help you think about the future days of your mother and son." ”

"My lord, why do you always say such frustrating things that make me uncomfortable." Zhou Han's tears suddenly welled up again, her hands touched the big wizened hands that were touching her hair, those were the hands that used to be able to draw the bow and pull the strings, his strong arms and chest used to be a harbor for her peace of mind, but now, they are like two people.

"Do you think anyone else wants me to get better but you? What if I am cured, I get in the way of some people, and if I am cured, there will be people who will try to kill me. Do you know that in this world, I have no other relatives except your mother and son? Fan Jiyou looked outside the tent, his eyes fell on the lacquered wooden box on the square table, and a self-deprecating and desperate smile appeared on his face, which was the Yanguo Snow Mountain Ginseng sent by Fan Ji.

There are some things that Fan Jiyou has never said to Zhou Han, he is afraid that she will not be able to hold her breath, and he is afraid that she will be afraid, and he buried many things in his heart. In this family, he is powerless to protect her, and the only thing he can give her is to keep her from knowing those cruel things and leave a pure land in her heart. But now, he is barely able to breathe, and there really is not much time left, if he is gone, their mother and son will have to face this dark vortex alone in the future, and if they are defenseless, they will be swallowed up by this vortex of power.

They were close relatives, living under the same roof, in the same house, and born to the same mother, why did they end up killing each other?

"Ah Han, listen to me tell you a story." Fan Jiyou lowered her eyes and slowly told Zhou Han everything she needed to know in a hoarse and deep voice.

"In a powerful Central Plains country, there is a powerful family, the head of the family is in power in the court, and the housemother gave birth to four children for him. Of the four, two are brothers, one is sister, and one is the youngest. The eldest is the eldest and the elder, as the heir, he is quick and thoughtful, and is relied on by his parents and retainers, as the eldest brother, he takes the initiative to shelter his younger siblings from the wind and rain, and takes care of trouble, and is undoubtedly a good big brother; The second child is good at martial arts, and he is good at etiquette and archery, and he has also begun to help his eldest brother deal with family affairs since he was thirteen or fourteen years old; And what about the third and fourth, the third is a daughter, the only daughter, and a younger sister, everyone lets her and spoil her, that is really going to be held to the sky, the fourth is the same as her, they are all doted on, although they are sons, but they are children. In fact, parents will prefer their youngest son, and this family is no exception, but the pampering is too much, and the family is so prosperous, as long as it is what he wants, there is nothing that cannot be satisfied. He wanted the antlers to be used as a slingshot, and he immediately had people hunt and cut them, and if he wanted a good bowstring, he asked people to cut the spine of the cow alive to get the tendons. So tyrannical, but no one cares. When he was a child, he wanted these playful things, which were easy to achieve, but when he grew up, he wanted more than just these playful things, he wanted more, but those things were not so easy to get. ”

Fan Jiyou laughed sadly, and coughed again, he hadn't said so many words for a long time, and he wanted to cough it out, but he tried his best to endure it. Now that he stopped, he couldn't help it. Zhou Han patted him on the back, she didn't speak at the moment, and she was also worried in her heart, always feeling that if this story continued, there must be more things that she couldn't imagine. But she felt that there was something she should be told.

Fan Jiyou drank a few sips of cough-inducing lung soup, and then gradually eased up, he was half-lying on his back pillow weakly, sighed, with pain in his eyes, and said: "Who would have thought that even if he was tyrannical, he was also a younger brother." Besides, the brothers eat and live together every day, and the older children will take the younger ones to study and play together. They used to have such a good relationship, they had raced horses and hunted together, and they had also been in trouble and punished together. When Fan Jiyou said this, he raised his head, his voice was a little choked, he closed his eyes, raised his head, and tried to bury his feelings, but he still couldn't help it, and smiled bitterly: "It's a story, but I can't tell this story well, heh, Ahan, I used to think that our relationship would always be so good." ”

A teardrop wrapped in endless desolation flowed from the corner of his eye, his hand grabbed Zhou Han's hand tightly, put it on his chest and said: "I really thought so before, it was so good and so good, I never thought that the result would be like this, he has no feelings in his heart at all, any brotherly love, it's just that I am amorous." ”

At this time, Fan Jiyou opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Han, the teardrop had dried up on his cheeks, and there was no longer sadness in his eyes, but instead of hatred and hopelessness.

Zhou Han's hands clenched the sheets beside the bed hard and tightly, and his knuckles turned white. In that year, Fan Jiyou attacked Rong Di and won the battle, and on the way back to Xinjiang, he was seriously injured by a sword, and the wound was a little far from the heart. The person who assassinated him was caught on the spot, it was a Rong tribesman, the Rong people shouted that it was to avenge their parents and brothers, and committed suicide on the spot, the person was quenched with poison on the sword, and after the medical officer examined, it was the poisonous juice of black vine grass, which was produced in the western regions more west than the Rong people, and was extremely poisonous, if the poison was hit, people would gradually paralyze their limbs and breathe poorly within an hour, and finally die of suffocation.

She was still waiting for her husband to come home at home with great anticipation, her youngest son Hui'er had just been born and was still in infancy, and Fan Jiyou had not seen him yet. When Fan Jiyou was carried into the mansion on her dying, she was so frightened that she could barely move. When countless doctors were helpless, Fan Jishu brought back an old Taoist fan from outside and offered a pill that cured all poisons, which allowed Fan Jiyou to save his life, but his heart was injured and he could only linger on the sickbed all day long.

At first, she didn't suspect Fan Jiji. That's because it was Fan Ji who shot his second brother. It's just that the bloody reality later tore her to pieces. She said abruptly: "Back then, since you knew in your heart that it was him, why didn't you tell me and not tell your father?" If I hadn't become suspicious of him and questioned you, wouldn't you have told me? Why did you hide it from me in the first place? ”

Listening to this series of questions, Fan Jiyou smiled bitterly: "Father? He is the father, not the parent, I can perceive the things, the father of him, how can he not know. Yes, I am his son, but I am not his only son, he has three sons, nine sons, he has so many sons, I have abolished, become an outcast, he will not destroy his always favorite son for the sake of my outcast. ”

Fan Ji paused, some words were not said after all, he used to naively think that his father would administer justice for him, he got the evidence, but when he went to see his father with those ironclad evidence, his father threw all those things into the brazier in front of him, and the tongue of fire flew high, and he still remembered the sparks splashing on the back of his hand, and the black ash flying in the air.

Really, in an instant, everything turned into ashes, not only the evidence, but also the heart. Brotherhood? Father-son relationship? All scattered with the wind.

Later, his father gave him the Qinghui Courtyard with the best scenery in the house, which was called to let him recuperate with peace of mind, and also made him keep his mouth shut, determined to bury this matter.

Fan Jiyou put his hands on Zhou Han's hands, and said hoarsely and desolately: "Father doesn't want you to know, and he doesn't want everyone to know, so I can't say about this matter, if my silence can be exchanged for the safety of my wife and children, then I can be silent until death." ”

Zhou Han's mouth was slightly open, her eyes looked at Fan Jiyou's eyes in a daze, and her eyes fell on the box of snow ginseng brought by Fan Jishe, her lips trembled, and after a long time, she suddenly burst into tears, cried loudly, and cried like a vent, crying while crying: "No, I, it's me, it's me who is not good, I can't help at all, I can only drag you back, it's because I didn't fulfill my wife's responsibility." She put her head against the side of the bed, covered her ears with both hands, and asked herself over and over again, how could she be so stupid, in the first year, Fan Ji sent countless medicines, she accepted them all because of trust, she was resentful and afraid, are all those medicinal materials poisonous? Is it because she gave her husband those medicinal herbs that his health will get worse and worse? Isn't it....

The winter sun is always short-lived, and outside the house, a round of red sun slowly slid back into the mountains, it was red, dyeing the dim sky at dusk with a touch of crimson red, like the corner of the sad man's red eyes.

Fan Jiyou sat up with his arms propped up, covered Zhou Han's hands with both hands, gently took her hands away, carefully wiped Zhou Han's tears, laughed softly, and coaxed: "I forgot when you started to cry so much." ”

"Ah Han, I don't ask for anything else, if one day, promise me to take Cheng'er and them to Qin State." Fan Jiyou said: "My Fan family still has a clan in the Qin State, it is the bloodline left by my grandfather when he was a doctor in the Qin State, they take Liu as their surname, I have a very close relationship with Liu Yang of the Liu family, you can take my handwritten book to see him when the time comes, he will definitely help you." Besides, with the power of your Qin State Zhou clan, you will definitely be able to protect your mother and son. ”

Zhou Han cried and shook his head, not knowing whether he didn't want to go to the Qin State or didn't want to have that "one day".

"Ah Han, look at me, you promise me." Fan Jiyou forced Zhou Han to look at him, his face was already very pale, bloodless, his lips were chapped, and his eye sockets were sunken thin, but at this time his eyes were indeed burning, like the last dance of a red maple leaf on a branch.

"Good".

Zhou Han was choked up and couldn't make a sound, she nodded and replied, "Okay, I promise you, go, Qin State." I promise you. ”

Fan Jiyou hugged Zhou Han, stretched out his hand to caress her hair, and said in a deep voice: "There is only so much I can do for you." ”