Chapter 10: Healing

Who was pushing him, was it in a dream? Bo Yan, who had been asleep for two days, slowly opened his eyes. It was a shaky blurred sky.

The wounds all over his body were scorching, and his limbs felt like they were not his own. He struggled to turn his head to see who was carrying him, but he couldn't move. Tired, he closed his eyes again. His lips were chapped and his throat ached as if it had been burned by fire. "Water, water..." A low moan drowned in the dust of the horse's hooves.

The carriage suddenly stopped shaking. "Do you want water?" As soon as the voice came from the ears, it was less delicate and more bold than the Central Plains woman. A round, hard object touched his lips, and the cool water flowed into his dry throat like the juice of life. He gulped, his Adam's apple squirming. The slightly trembling lips stirred up faint ripples, and the water, running down the corner of his mouth to his neck, was cool and comfortable. "Thank you." He heard his own whispered reply.

"Can you see me?" The sound was crisp, as if he had just jumped off a horse, and the sword at his waist made a soft sound against the steel armor.

He tried to open his eyes, but all he could see was a few vague shadows. A hazy figure seemed to be looking for something, making a slight sound.

With an unheard aroma, a brocade carefully wiped the water from the corners of his mouth for him.

A wave of weakness struck him, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

"Hey!" Di Ji shook his shoulder vigorously, and when he saw that there was no reaction, he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "This guy knows how to sleep!" Chagudona, who was next to her, noticed that something was wrong, put her hand on Bo Yan's head, and retracted it as if she had been burned. She exclaimed, "Emperor, he's having a fever!" ”

"What?" For the first time, Di Ji showed an anxious look, "How can you find a doctor in this wilderness to treat his injuries?" ”。 The maid looked at her puzzled, and the emperor kept saying that she didn't care about the life or death of this Han man, but she never left him half a step even at night.

After a long silence, she made up her mind. "Chagudona, you lead the team first, and then I'll take him to the town of Changhe in front first." Tsagudona was about to object, but the emperor had the sleepy boy lay him on his horse, took the reins of the two horses, and whipped them violently, and the three horses were gone.

Even the nearest town on the map is two days away. Seeing that the red sky had already set west, the emperor unwillingly stopped the horse and prepared to light a bonfire for the night. Seeing that Bo Yan, who was almost as tall as herself, was still unconscious on horseback, she frowned and pulled him down with great difficulty.

The unconscious Bo Yan fell down. The road kept jolting, and the wound was oozing blood. Sighing, Emperor Ji took off her robe, tore it into strips, and wrapped it around a few times. The person in his arms was still feverish, and he talked nonsense from time to time. There was no time to listen on the road, and now I pricked up my ears, but most of them couldn't hear clearly, but a name called 'Kyaukyue' kept repeating.

Is it the girl who is going to marry far away? Her heart ached slightly. There was a hint of warmth from the jade bracelet on his wrist, and he subconsciously stroked the emaciated face, and his chin was already scum. "Is this the person who will stop her iron rider even if he doesn't care about life or death?" She thought.

The crescent crescent crept up, and the silver moonlight sprinkled every corner of the vast meadow. A bonfire, two young people with completely different destinies, lying quietly. The night breeze was blowing, and a pair of bright eyes were quietly staring at the face that was close at hand.

whipped all the way and finally arrived at an inn in Changhe Town in the evening of the next day.

Changhe Town is the only large town within a radius of 100 miles. Although it is a large town, it has no more than 1,000 inhabitants, and it is a medium-sized village compared to Kyoto. Most of the people in the inn were merchants who came and went to the Western Regions. When the guy greeted him with a smile, he was startled by Bo Yan, who was still dripping blood immediately, and hurriedly ran back to the store to report to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper was anxious to close the door of the store, but was kicked open by Di Ji, "How can the store drive customers out?" "The eyebrows are raised, but they are also very attractive.

The shopkeeper hurriedly smiled: "Miss said that she was laughing, but this master was covered in blood, not to mention, and he couldn't pass tonight with his face, and it was really unlucky to carry a dead man to the store." Besides, if the enemy comes to him, the small shop will not have to ・・・・・・" His words were immediately unable to continue, a bright short sword lazily rested on his neck, and he could feel the cold of the blade when he was close, and the shopkeeper who had seen many of the world's treasurers was almost scared to pee his pants.

A cold voice sounded in his ears: "Do you want his enemies to smash your store, or let me start smashing it now?!" The shopkeeper knelt down and begged for mercy: "This young lady, no, the hero spares his life." The little one is just talking nonsense. You live for free, stay for as long as you want, small please, please・・・・・・"

Putting away the sword, Di Ji sneered: "Who will use you to invite, are you afraid that I can't afford to give it?" He took out a certain amount of gold and threw it on the cupboard, making a muffled noise. Several big men who were eating exchanged glances, and then buried their heads and continued to eat without a sound.

The shopkeeper and his men stared at the ingot of gold, and their eyes were straight. Busy with a smiling face: "The small shop is a century-old store, you are satisfied..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted impatiently by Di Ji: "I want the best guest room, go to a doctor again, bring that guy in for me, and deliver the meal to the room, go quickly." The shopkeeper glanced at Bo Yan, muttered in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Dare to ask Miss, do you want one room or two?" ”

Emperor Ji opened her mouth, but did not spit out a word, and her pretty face turned red. The shopkeeper saw it in his eyes, and carefully tempted, "Then you want two?" "Seeing that she didn't say anything, she was ready to keep the account." Wait", said Tiji, "one room is enough." ”

Looking at the person who was still unconscious on the bed, Di Ji, who had never shown mercy on the battlefield since she was a child, was full of worry on her face. Even she didn't know why she cared so much about the life and death of a captive.

Hearing the footsteps, Di Ji, who was helping Bo Yan wipe his face, answered, "Coming,"

The door opened, and it was a white-haired old man with a wooden box in his hand, and before his master could speak, he stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed and began to check his pulse.

Answering the old man's question, Diji's heart calmed down a little. After a few days, Di Ji's face was also a little haggard. After two days of rapid travel, even if she had been in the army for many years, she was a little tired.

The doctor frowned at times, and bowed slightly. Although Emperor Ji was anxious, she didn't dare to disturb. Until the doctor put his hand back, "The patient is seriously injured, the arrow has not been taken out, and the high fever does not go away, I'm afraid there is some trouble"

"What should I do according to the doctor?"

The doctor sighed: "Only take out the arrow first, deal with the external injury, and then prescribe a few pairs of medicine to recuperate." ”

Emperor Ji stood quietly aside, holding a basin of hot water, looking at Ebo Yan in a daze. The sharp silver knife cut through the blood-soaked clothes. Emperor Ji subconsciously turned around, and quickly turned back, blushing and closing her eyes. The doctor wondered: "What is the shyness of a wife when she looks at her husband? ”

Maybe the little daughter's expression made him suddenly realize, but he didn't give up: "Isn't it just elopement・・・・・・" Di Ji, who was just breathing slowly, almost overturned the basin. glared at the doctor, "Why is this doctor full of nonsense, I would have ・・・・・・ it a long time ago for the sake of him saving people" but he didn't say anything, and secretly watched the large area of blood being wiped clean little by little.

When the knife cut through the festering wound, Bo Yan moved slightly, frowning, as if he was enduring great pain. Di Ji gently wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead with a towel, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?" The soft voice suddenly broke into Bo Yan's heart. What a familiar voice, he seemed to go back to the old days. The hand that had been holding the long knife for a long time suddenly clenched the small hand tightly. His mouth was straight up: "Don't leave me. ”

The towel slipped to the ground and didn't notice it, Di Ji's heart was full of bitterness, even if it was hurt like this, he was still thinking about that person in his heart, he thought of himself as the bright moon.

The old doctor said lightly: "I look at the girl's expression, it doesn't seem to be his sweetheart." With a 'ding' sound, he threw a gouged arrow into the copper basin.

After a moment of silence, Di Ji turned to the doctor: "What the senior said is right, I am indeed not. just happened to meet him and was chased and killed. I've never met him, but always, always worried about him - is that love? ”

The old man smiled slightly: "Is the girl asking the old man?" The girl already has the answer in her heart, so why do she still ask the old man? Can't the girl even believe herself? The relationship between men and women is already complicated and unpredictable. People who really love each other can't be together; People who don't love each other end up growing old together. Best friends can become enemies, and enemies can become lovers because of love. Speaking of this, the old man intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the emperor who bowed his head and was silent, "The girl is not from Middle-earth, is she?"

Di Ji looked up in surprise: "How did you see it?" ”

"I've read countless people all my life, how can I not see it. The girl's mother is Han? And is it the princess of the dynasty? ”

Teji looked incredulous: "How do you know?" ”

The doctor chuckled: "How could I not know? The girl speaks in the Kyoto dialect; There are thousands of kinds of incense in the Han family, but incense in the Western Regions has its own flavor. Although she looks like a Han girl, the girl never looks at anyone when she speaks, but she doesn't want people to see her green eyes, right? The girl is dressed plainly, but her hand is very generous, although she is vigilant and abnormal, but I don't know that someone has already peeped in secret・・・・・・ all of the above, how can I be wrong, Your Royal Highness Princess! ”

Di Ji stared at him without shying away, her eyes sharp: "Who are you?" ”

"Who am I?" He threw an arrow into the copper basin casually, "I almost forget who I am, Your Highness Princess, you just treat me as a dying man." The old man's face was full of vicissitudes.

Emperor Ji slowly withdrew her sword, "Then he..."

"Don't worry, you can't die," the old face disappeared immediately, and teased her with a smile: "I didn't expect that Your Royal Highness, who is a princess, would come all the way to the Central Plains to see her lover, hehe-the little girl is moved by spring, right?" ”

The angry Emperor Ji was about to teach this nonsense liar a lesson. The old man turned around, and a familiar face appeared.

"Sister Murong!" She exclaimed, "How are you?" ”

"Silly girl, you broke in so recklessly, aren't you afraid that those officers and soldiers will arrest you? Do you know how much your head is worth? What a fool - that's not the point - who are you lying down? ”

"Yes, it's one of mine, it's a friend" Di Ji Na Mu Duo'er was a little weak, and extended to dodge and dodge, "He was strongman..." Before she finished speaking, she saw Murong Yan glaring at her from the side. "What strongman? That strongman is you, right? Don't think I don't know what your men are capable of. If you hadn't fought each other, those of yours would have gone out shopping with you, and by the way, brought back a half-dead one? ”

Namu Duoer stuck out her tongue, knowing that she couldn't hide the smart woman in front of her, and told her 1510: "That's ・・・・・・, I think he's weird and pitiful, so I took him with me..." ”

didn't bother to debunk her, this elf-quirky Tubo princess didn't lie again and again. There are a few truths in it, even if it is rare. Murong Yan looked around: "What about those guards of yours?" Why don't you see any of them? ”

"I told them to go first."

Murong Yan frowned: "Miss, this is not a joke. If you are discovered by the officials, you will not be able to fly. There are rumors that the whereabouts of the princess are unknown, and I don't know if it's true or not. ”

Namu Duoer smiled: "It's not a rumor, it's a fact." Moreover, the disappearance of the princess is more detailed than you know. ”

Murong Yan suppressed his anger: "You did it, right?" Why are you doing this, where is she now, is she locked up for you? ”

Namu Dor'er smiled bitterly: "I don't know where she is now, and I haven't heard from her since that night." As you know, our state affairs in Tibet are gradually declining, and we have proposed to the Emperor of the Great Zhou several times to resist and return to the country. Your Great Zhou Emperor always shirks left and right, refusing to ally with us. Now that the Hui have blocked the border, it is difficult to bring in even food. Last month, my brother wrote to me saying that people in the mainland were dying of starvation. So, I had no choice. After provoking the war, Tubo can breathe again, and as for the future, it will be something that others have to worry about. ”

Murong Yan faintly felt a little strange: "Later? What are you doing? ”

Namu Doer's expression was sad and resolute: "Pretend to be a princess and assassinate the king!" ”

"Are you crazy?" Murong Yan gasped, "Do you know that no matter whether you succeed or fail, you will not have a way to live, and no one can save you." ”

"So what do you say you should do?" The Tibetan emperor looked excited, "Do you just watch my Tibetan civilians starve to death one by one?" ”

Silence, silence in the room, breathless.

Murong Yan understands that unlike the Han people, in the hearts of the Tubo people, an identity means a responsibility. Even if you are the emperor, you must do your part for the motherland.

But now, she is the only one who can dissuade this girl who is determined to die.

"You're still young・・・・・・" Murong Yan didn't know how to continue. What can she say to a princess who has grown up in the flames of war? What can she say in the face of a girl who wants to save her motherland with her life? Being far away from the war-torn Central Plains, it is impossible to imagine how the desolate people in Tibet lived day after day with hunger and cold, looking forward to the ethereal relief day after night.

It turns out that the line between life and death is so close that it can't be put down overnight.

The girl cried, helpless, but had no choice. Being young may be a reason, but it is not an excuse to escape.

threw himself into Murong Yan's arms and sobbed quietly: "I don't want to die・・・・・・ I haven't liked someone yet, and even, I haven't waited for someone to like me・・・・・・"

Murong Yan gently stroked her hair, life would leave her the most brilliant memories, but she was stingy and didn't give her one last moment of smile.

War, how many good sons and daughters will you bring to death.

"It's okay, you're going to be okay." Knowing how pale and weak this lie was, Murong Yan still used it to comfort the crying girl in her arms - rather, it was better to use this lie to make her heart feel better.

At this time, it was already late night, and the moon hung in the starry sky. The lights were lit in the distance, and they were still not extinguished in the wind. It seems to be a homeless ghost, telling the coldness of the world. Bo Yan, Jiaoyue, and this girl were swept into the tide of history one by one and struggled hard. Scenes from the past emerge in front of me, recording a little cold time.

The girl was already asleep, as if in her mother's arms, revealing the most beautiful smile in the world.