As always, his condition deteriorated slowly, and according to the shaman's estimates, he would have to throw himself into the arms of the gods, and it would be difficult for him to hold out until the beginning of spring next year. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This news was tightly sealed in the range of Bo Ji, Wu Qimai was infinitely happy in his heart, but after hearing that Pu Luhu was seriously injured, Wu Qimai almost wanted to go crazy. The only one he loved the most was Puruhu, who was originally sent to Zhongjing to supervise Xianye, but he never thought that his life would be in danger.

Zhongjing, Puluhu, who has been unconscious for ten days, still has no signs of waking up.

"Tiger Boy! Tiger Boy! Wu Qimai, who came from thousands of miles away, had red eyes and a cloak, and stumbled all the way into the tall Liao Emperor's bedroom.

Looking at his son, who was unconscious and sometimes convulsed, touching his face and body burned by gunpowder, his heart was like a knife.

"I want to know, what is the condition of the tiger boy?" Although he knew that the result would be more than auspicious.

The military shaman was about to speak, but Wu Qimai pointed to an old Khitan imperial doctor, "I want you to speak!" ”

This kind of vegetative person resembles an unconscious vegetative person, and there is no panacea in the future, let alone the northern minorities thousands of years ago.

The imperial doctor could only speculate with trepidation, "Your nobleman, the little prince is in a coma, but his heart has been severely damaged, so his consciousness is occluded, and he has been falling asleep. ”

"Is there any way to wake him up?"

"Returning to the nobles, it is difficult for ordinary decoctions to reach the essence of the gods. For the sake of the safety of the little prince, I am afraid that I can only recuperate carefully, as fast as ten days and half a month, or as long as three years and five years. ”

Hmph, Wu Qimai drew his sword with red eyes and cut off the head of the imperial doctor.

"I can't save my life, what do you want?!" The group of imperial physicians kneeling at the door screamed in fright and retreated, and behind them was a group of tall Jurchen soldiers, pushing them back.

Wu Qimai carried a bloody arc-shaped long knife, pointed at another Khitan doctor and asked, "You say, how to save it?" ”

The middle-aged imperial doctor was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he immediately knelt down, kept kowtowing, and begged again and again, "King, I have a sixty-year-old mother and a six-year-old child below, please do well and spare my life."

"Well, in order not to worry you so much," said Wu Qimai, "I will kill your sixty-year-old mother and six-year-old child," so that you can continue to take care of them in the underworld. After saying that, he slashed his head with a click.

The five Khitan imperial doctors were beheaded one after another, and it was not so much that Wu Qimai was coercing the doctors, but that he was venting. Wu Qimai knew that if there was a possibility, these people would desperately rescue Puluhu, and now this situation shows that Puluhu's situation is not optimistic.

Wu Qimai's biggest fear in his heart was that he was afraid that Puluhu would have any accidents.

For fifteen years, Puruhu has been regarded as a pearl in the palm of his hand, bringing countless times of happiness to himself. He can't face the blow of losing his son, and once there is a phenomenon of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, he doesn't know what he will become.

I beg you, all-powerful god, give it back to me, whatever you want, I will dedicate it to you! A thousand cattle and sheep, even a thousand slaves! As long as you give me back the tiger boy!

When Wu Qimai knelt down to the north and prayed, perhaps the golden wolf god heard his people pleading, and Puluhu actually slowly opened his eyes and tried to raise his arms.

The shaman shouted in surprise: "The little prince is awake!" ”

Wu Qimai couldn't help but shiver, got up and threw himself on the side of the bed, grabbed his son's hand, and burst into tears, "Tiger boy, my good tiger boy!" Woo"

Pu Luhu looked very calm and smiled, "Grandpa, I'm leaving, bury me in the tiger water, I want to guard the holy land of my ancestors." ”

Wu begged for a broken liver and intestines, hit his head on the bed, and couldn't cry, "Tiger boy, don't leave me, I will invite the best doctor and the best priest for you, and I will sacrifice a thousand slaves for you!" ”

"I'm tired!" When the light returned to the end, the last words left by Puruhu closed his eyes.

Yes! Wu Begging's heart-rending cry of pain resounded throughout the palace.

In this way, Wu Qimai guarded Puluhu's body for a whole day and night, no matter how Xianye, Zong Wang, and Zong Bi persuaded him, he was unmoved and did not say a word.

When the sun shone into the dormitory the next day, Wu Qimai, who was ten years old, walked out of the palace with Puluhu's body in his arms and put him in the prepared coffin.

With his back to the three of them, he said, "Catch all the soldiers of the winning streak!" ”

Zong Bi said, "They have fled back to Zhending!" Very tricky"

Wu Qimai didn't look at him at all, turned to stare at Xianye, and said word by word, "Whether it's Yanjing, Zhending, or Bianliang, catch them, catch them, and cut off their heads"

Zong Wang opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

Xian also knew that Wu Qimai was in extreme anger, and this kind of chaotic life could be ignored or even dismissed immediately according to the fierce system.

But Slash still pressed his right hand to his chest and swore, "Slash also obeys, wherever they are, catch them and cut off their heads!" ”

Wu Qimai turned his head and pulled the reins on his horse, but he didn't step on the stirrup twice in a row. The third time, with the help of his personal guards, he reluctantly straddled his mount, beat his horse and whipped to transport his son's body to press out the tiger water.

Poor old man!

Xianye, Zong Wang, and Zong Bi were full of sympathy in their hearts, and without Puluhu, there would be no backbone. But he still has to complete the chaotic fate of chasing and killing the winning army in the south.

"If you want to solve the winning streak, what do you two think?"

Zong Bi's head was hot, "I had to fight, I was afraid that the other party would be prepared, and we had too few troops." ”

Zong Wang looked thoughtfully at Wu Qimai's distant back, "No one is good, at most a dozen Yanjing, maybe you can scare and scare Master Tong." ”

Xian also said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense, you must go south, it doesn't matter where the winning army is, the key is to fight a dozen, Yanjing is in front of you, it doesn't matter if you fight or not." ”

Zong Wang's eyes lit up, "Then send a cavalry from Yizhou to Zhending, take their lair, and then return to Xijing from the bottle-shaped village." In this way, you should be able to explain to Wu Qimai. ”

Good! Since the troops are going to be dispatched, then who is going to make a trip?

Both Zong Wang and Zong Bi said that they could do it, and Xian Ye finally chose Zong Bi to carry out the order.

Zongwang thought that he was the best candidate, but he also said that "he has grown up, and it is time for him to lead the army independently and make his own decisions"

Zong Bi immediately responded, "Don't worry, you will definitely catch the Han brothers!" ”

"I'm afraid that you will go out for a walk, there is really no better way, and now there are only more than 10,000 soldiers in Zhongjing."

Xian also said helplessly, "The war has just been ten days, how can I hold back another big war." really fought step by step, 10,000 Jurchen sons, it is estimated that more than half of them will be damaged before they reach the real level. ”

Zong Bi nodded, "I understand, from Yizhou, bottle-shaped village, don't worry, you can rush to Xijing in seven or eight days." ”

Then go for it! (To be continued.) )