"Won the world's famous general Yama Yama Changjing, destroyed the world's strongest cavalry team Chibei, and repelled the attack of the Takeda army head-on with half of the troops, and it is even more likely to kill Takeda Shingen!" After listening to the description of everyone in the Yuqiu family, Tokugawa Nobuyasu was so excited that he couldn't sit still. At this time, a ninja who had just counted the number of corpses on the battlefield came to report it, and was grabbed by Tokugawa Nobuyasu and asked in a low voice, "How many people have died in the Takeda army!" ”

"There were about 1,000 corpses on the battlefield." The ninja replied in a low voice.

"Oh my God, that's a big win! More than 1,000 people in the Takeda Army! Such a record, Uesugi Kenshin has not been able to do it in Kawanakajima, His Royal Highness Momiji is really brave and invincible! Tokugawa Nobuyasu was completely excited when he heard this, and yelled several times in a row. However, to his surprise, all the Yuqiu family warriors around them hung their heads without saying a word, and no one echoed his cheers.

"Fukushima-sama?" Tokugawa Nobuyasu walked to Yasunari Fukushima, who was sitting under a large tree next to him, with some surprise. When the latter heard someone calling him, he quickly wiped his eyes with a very secret movement, and then raised his head, "What does His Highness Tokugawa command?" ”

"It's a big win, why doesn't everyone look happy?" Tokugawa Nobuyasu hesitated for a moment, but still asked directly.

Fukushima Yasunari was stunned when he heard this, and his Adam's apple squirmed violently. He lowered his head, raised his head again after a while, and said with some difficulty, "His Royal Highness Tokugawa doesn't know that the Yuqiu army also suffered heavy casualties in this battle. All 8,000 auxiliaries were scattered, and all the grain and grass were lost. More than 800 of the 4,000 soldiers were killed, more than 400 were seriously wounded, and more than 800 were slightly wounded..."

"More than half of the casualties can still fight to defeat the enemy, and the Red Leaf Soldiers are really the strongest army in the world." Tokugawa Nobuyasu couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart when he heard this.

"Colleagues below... Also..."Fukushima Yasunari was indifferent to Tokugawa Nobuyasu's praise, but pursed his lips, and continued to whisper with red eyes, "Colonel Company Commander Nobumi Anayama was killed, Major Company Commander Hara Nagashi and Aoki Ichimata were killed, more than half of the school officers were wounded, and countless lieutenants and non-commissioned officers were killed and wounded..."

Hearing this, Tokugawa Nobuyasu seemed to gradually understand why the samurai of the Yuqiu family were still so sluggish after the victory. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Yuqiujun has already done something almost impossible. But in Yuqiujun's own opinion, this was a fiasco.

"What about His Highness Momiji? Why not in the big camp. "Tokugawa Nobuyasu has also grown up, not a stunned young man who didn't understand people and accidents back then, so he took the initiative to change the topic and asked about the whereabouts of Yu Qiuping." There's something else to do with him below. ”

"On the battlefield over there." Yasunari Fukushima raised his hand and pointed to the north bank of the Nishi-Kanda River in the setting sun.

"Why doesn't Your Highness go back to the camp?" Tokugawa Nobuyasu was stunned for a moment, "Is that the place where His Highness annihilated Chibei?" ”

"Hmm." Fukushima Yasunari nodded, sighed again and said, "Because His Highness also has... Very important people were killed in this battle. ”

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As the sun sets, the two armies hedge against each other on the battlefield. Yu Qiuping was kneeling next to the corpse of the dragon son, unable to say a word.

God is pitiful, the two armies have trampled on each other so many times, and how many corpses have been trampled beyond recognition. It may be that the gods are reluctant to let this girl's beautiful face not hurt her cheeks in any way.

Except for the paper-white face and the bloody wound on her neck, the girl was as if she were asleep.

The blood had dried up, staining her white neck red.

Yu Qiuping only felt a lot of pain in his heart, a lot of pain, and he didn't even know how to describe this pain. It was either a mental pain or a physical heart-rending pain. For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Ryuko had said to him before hedging.

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"Your Highness, promise me that you will survive! If you die, Ryuko really doesn't know how to live! You must live well, only if you live, the life of the dragon son is meaningful. ”

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Silly girl... I'm living well, why aren't you here... Why are you so stupid to rush up and block that fatal knife for a man who has failed you.

Once the curtain of memories is opened, it can no longer be stopped, and the bits and pieces of getting along with Longzi for more than ten years are retraced in front of me, and Yu Qiuping's tears can no longer be stopped, slowly flowing down his cheeks. It was the hot water that was made when I got up in the morning, the hearty lunch when I ran back to the camp hungry, the blanket that I put on my shoulders immediately after sneezing in the cold wind, and the cute smile that was always by my side, like a little elf.

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"Don't leave me behind. I promise not to cause trouble, not to talk nonsense, Your Highness let me follow you. ”

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I didn't leave you, but you left me behind and took the lead.

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"I'm scared that if I don't talk about it this time, I may never have a chance again. You are also a samurai, and a samurai who has been on the brink of life and death several times. No one knows if you'll be so lucky the next time it's a matter of life or death. I'm afraid to express it, but I'm more afraid than to express it, I'm afraid that I'll never get a chance to tell you about it... I'm afraid..."

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Yes, I'm a samurai, and you're a samurai too. This time, I'm as lucky as ever, and you've been in misfortune. I will no longer be able to talk to you, I will no longer be able to see you smile, I will no longer be able to listen to you call your Royal Highness sweetly, and I will no longer be able to rub your hair to coax you who are coquettish.

What was the last thing I said to you?

"Take care of yourself."

Seems to be right. When you come to that world, you have to take care of yourself without me and your wife.

There was a long cold war before, and at the last moment, we finally reconciled, didn't we? I've started talking to you again, and I've called you silly girl again, you're going to be happy, right? You shouldn't leave with regrets, right?

Yu Qiuping tried to find an excuse to appease the guilt in his heart, but it was in vain.

Yes, how could Ryuko have no regrets...

She wants to marry me, she wants to be by my side for the rest of her life...

But I rejected her, and refused her such a humble request. I haven't said I liked her once, I haven't said I love her once, and I never have the chance to say it now.

"Bastard." Yu Qiuping wailed and hammered the ground with his hand, almost bleeding his hand. The huge tremor caused Ryuko's body to shake, and a neatly folded red scarf slipped out of the shattered armor on his chest.

This is a scarf given to her by Yu Qiuping, and she has been wearing it on her body for more than ten years. The scarf, which had faded, was now stained red again with blood.

Yu Qiuping opened the scarf tremblingly, but suddenly found an envelope falling out of the scarf wrapped around it. He was stunned for a moment, and the hungry tiger picked up the envelope like a hungry tiger, as if he could grasp the dragon's passing life by grasping it enough. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and it took a great deal of effort to open the envelope. It was a thin piece of letterhead, and on it was Ryuko's handwriting.

Yu Qiuping's ears seemed to sound the crisp and sweet voice of the dragon. The girl seemed to kneel in front of her, shyly squeezed the letter in her hand, and read it softly to Yu Qiuping in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

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Your Highness, I may have been gone by the time you read this letter. Because Ryuko has made up his mind that he will never hand over this letter to you, and he doesn't want to add any trouble to you because of his willfulness. So, if you see this letter, you must be sorting out the relics of the dragon.

Ryuko thought for a long time, if this was the last thing Ryuko wanted to say to His Highness, what would Ryuko say. Perhaps, the most is the "thank you".

The moment I woke up for the second time, I met His Highness.

You are the one who gave me the warmth that allowed me to escape the nightmare of my last life.

I've been chasing your back as if praying, but you haven't looked back.

Why are you in such a hurry, I pray that you will not leave me.

Even by your side, I am afraid.

But please don't leave.

As far as I am concerned, you are where I belong.

In such a beautiful and cruel world, I still have a reason to live and breathe.

It's because I still have someone I want to protect, someone who wants to protect even if I have to fight for my life, that unique person.

Because whenever I see His Highness, I feel as if a beam of light has dispelled the gloom under my eyes.

So I pray that you don't leave me, don't let me be a person again, please don't leave.

Only you are my destination.

As long as you're there, Ryuko can do anything.

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Reading the letter, with tears in my eyes, the illusory image of the kneeling dragon in front of me also seemed to be constantly looking back. From the gentle and considerate girl who takes care of Yu Qiuping's daily life; became the girl who was shy and embarrassed because she slept in the same bed with Yu Qiuping; Then become the delicate girl who will jump around in the hand shop.

Until the first time I met, the poor girl who was embarrassed and unclothed.

Memories came like a tide in an instant, so much so that the rain and autumn couldn't tell which one was illusory and which one was memories. He seemed to see once again that kind and simple girl, kneeling in the cold wind, reverently made two humble wishes to the meteor in the cold night.

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A cold wind blew, and Ryuko's bare neck was immediately followed by a biting cold. She hugged her shabby samurai suit full of holes, but it didn't cover her neck at all. She sneezed and clasped her hands tightly around her neck, trying to warm the cold neck with the futile warmth of her palms.

Suddenly, in the night sky far to the west, there was a meteor with a long tail, swaying, quietly streaking across the sky.

"Shooting Star!" Ryuko suddenly exclaimed with some excitement, "Can you make a wish?" ”

"That—" Ryuko let go of his hands covering his neck, folded his hands reverently, and closed his eyes facing the meteor. However, as soon as she left her hand, her neck was cold and aching again.

"I want my neck not to be cold...", Ryuko's first wish blurted out.

After saying that, Ryuko seemed to feel that this wish was a little too ordinary, and he was sorry for this rare meteor. She narrowed her eyes into a slit again, and glanced at the meteor quietly, as if hoping that the gods on the meteor had not heard her wish.

"That doesn't count—" Ryuko reverently folded his hands again, facing in the direction of the meteor.

"Hmm—" she pondered how to make a great wish and make the most of the opportunity. However, the cold wind blew on her neck like a knife, urging her to make a decision quickly.

"Yes—" she said timidly, as if she had brought up something very perverse.

She thought of the countless snowy nights in the past, when she shuttled alone through the streets and alleys, looking at the brightly lit houses, and the family smiling and sitting around the table; I thought of begging on the side of the road, and the parents led the children to walk along the road, and the children held a string of sugar gourds in their hands, and handed them to their parents to take a bite of it...

The word "home" is so distant and unfamiliar that I think of it.

"Can you give me a home?"

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Yu Qiuping picked up the scarf with tears in her eyes and wanted to wrap it around the poor girl. But as soon as I touched my hand, the image in front of me disappeared like fragments in the wind. Back then, he used a scarf around her neck. But it also took away one of her hearts.

I promised her a happy home, but now, I have personally destroyed the girl's hard-won home.

She is such a shy and shy girl, how determined she is to muster up the courage to confess. And her confession, her "like you", is not for possession, not for demand. She just wants to be by my side all the time, silently for the rest of her life, that's all.

Why the hell did I say such cruel things at the time...

Yu Qiuping knelt coldly in the north wind, holding the shabby scarf, and let the tears continue to flow out and be dried by the wind, until he could no longer cry a single tear.

He finally came to terms with this fact.

The little girl who has been by his side for more than ten years will never come back.

He lowered his head and looked directly at Long Zi's pale face, without even a trace of blood. The scar on his neck is so shocking.

The north wind is so strong, it must be very cold in the neck.

His Highness couldn't help you fulfill your second wish, and he couldn't give you a home.

At the very least, it will help you fulfill your first wish.

Yu Qiuping trembled and held up Longzi's neck, and used the burgundy scarf to help her around her neck for the last time, solemnly as if he had wrapped a scarf for her for the first time. Only this time, her heart was dead. What surrounds him is only Yu Qiuping's heart full of sin and remorse.

"Silly girl, so that your neck won't be cold."

Come home with me.