When night fell, the barracks were as bright as day, martial law was imposed everywhere, and there were soldiers and horses running everywhere, in addition to the soldiers and horses, many civilian officials arrived.

A group of forbidden army eunuchs galloped towards the crown prince.

Seeing that the crown prince was coming, the civil and military generals in the barracks all rushed to greet him, and the three princes were at the forefront.

The prince jumped off the horse and asked directly, "What's the matter?" Didn't the doctor find a cure? ”

The third prince said softly: "It was very sudden, we just came to the barracks, and we haven't seen the general yet, just-"

He said the rest of the story.

The crown prince thought that the iron-masked general died suddenly and the three princes were present, so he would inevitably bear the emperor's anger, and then looked at the pale face of the third prince, and understood and was happy, he didn't ask much, and patted the third prince on the shoulder to show comfort.

The third prince greeted him and walked inward and asked, "Is my father alright?" I couldn't help but look outside the barracks, the night was deep, and the torches from the barracks to the capital were bright and swamming, as if a Milky Way had been built.

The emperor's chariot never came.

Earlier, when he heard that the general was sick, the emperor immediately came and stayed in the barracks, but now that he heard the bad news, he was too sad to come.

The prince sighed lightly: "Before Zhou Xuan, someone in the military camp had already come to report the news, His Majesty had been locking himself in the dormitory, and Zhou Xuan couldn't get in when he came, only a golden knife was given out." ”

The third prince accompanied the prince to the side of the Chinese army's tent and stopped.

"Go in and see the general yourself." He whispered, "I don't feel good, so I won't go in." ”

The prince looked at the big tent of the Chinese army, and Zhou Xuan stood solemnly with his sword, so he didn't force it.

Zhou Xuan watched the prince approach and leaned over to salute.

The prince asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?" Looking up at him again, "You didn't, did you do something stupid?" ”

The prince's eyes were solemn, uneasy, confused, and confused, but firm, indicating that even if it was him, don't be afraid, although he was very heartbroken and shocked, he would still protect him-

Zhou Xuan said in a low voice: "I haven't had a chance yet, the general didn't hold it himself." ”

The prince patted him on the shoulder, it's a pity, it's better to have a handle in his hand than no handle at all.

"Your Highness, go in and have a look." Zhou Xuandao took the first step, but he didn't say that he couldn't go in like the third prince.

Seeing Zhou Xuan holding the knife and looking like he was guarding him, the prince's eyes flashed with relief and satisfaction, the iron-masked general would not respect him as a king so much, it was better to be a young man.

The prince motioned for the eunuchs and guards to stay outside the tent, followed Zhou Xuan himself, saw the torn curtain of the tent, and sighed sadly: "Although I know that everyone is sad and flustered, the general must not want to see this." Instructed the guards outside the door, "Change the curtains, so that your majesty will not be angry when he comes." ”

The guards replied.

The prince gently stroked the broken curtain, and then walked in, and at a glance saw that there was only one person present in the tent except Zhou Xuan, a woman-

Chen Danzhu.

Chen Danzhu sat motionless on his knees, not caring at all who came in, and the prince thought to himself that even if the emperor came, she would probably look like this - Chen Danzhu was so arrogant that she had always relied on the old man lying on the bed.

The prince no longer looked at Chen Danzhu, his eyes fell on the bed, and he walked over and lifted the general's mask.

"Since the last time I said goodbye in a hurry, it turned out to be the last time I saw the general." He muttered, looking at Chen Danzhu who was like wood and stone on the side, and his voice was cold: "Miss Danzhu mourns, Miss Yao Si is dead, and you are lucky to be alive to see the general's corpse." ”

Probably because there was a dead man in the camp, and the two living people were no threat to the prince, and he didn't even pretend to be sad.

Chen Danzhu turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "I'm okay, I'm an unfortunate person, it's the same with or without a general, but Your Highness, you, are the ones who want to mourn, without the general, Your Highness is really-" She shook her head, her eyes sneering, "Pitiful." ”

The prince frowned, and Zhou Xuan said in a deep voice on the side: "Chen Danzhu, Master Li is still waiting outside to take you to the prison." ”

Chen Danzhu looked at him and smiled sarcastically: "Marquis Zhou really cares for His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Is this mocking Zhou Xuan as his own subordinate? The prince said lightly: "Miss Danzhu is wrong, whether it is the general or others, it is Daxia who cares for it wholeheartedly. ”

And he is Great Xia.

Does this woman really think that with the iron-masked general as her backer, she can ignore him, the master of the East Palace? Went against him again and again, and dared to kill people under the order of the Holy Emperor, and now that the Iron Mask General is dead, it is better to let her follow-

A hint of murder flashed in the prince's eyes.

"Your Highness." Zhou Xuan said, "Your Majesty hasn't come yet, and the generals and soldiers in the army are uneasy, so let's go and appease them first." ”

It was also the time to regain the hearts of the army, and the prince naturally knew that after looking at Chen Danzhu, without the Iron Mask General making a hindrance, it would be too easy to pinch her to death - for example, taking advantage of the death of the Iron Mask General, the emperor mourned, and found an opportunity to persuade His Majesty to dispose of Chen Danzhu.

The prince didn't bother to look at this dying man again, turned around and went out, and Zhou Xuan didn't look at Chen Danzhu anymore and followed.

Chen Danzhu didn't look at them either, listening to the chaotic sound of the crowd gathering outside the camp tent, the main generals in the army bowing to the prince, and then the prince's choking, and then everyone grieved together.

Chen Danzhu ignored the noise, and looked at the old man's corpse on the bed as if he was asleep, and the face on his face was a little crooked-the prince lifted the mask before, but it didn't fit well when he put it down.

She knelt down and moved over, stretched out her hand to put the mask in a proper position, and looked at the old man, wondering if there was something wrong with the old man in armor because he was lifeless.

Chen Danzhu's gaze fell under his helmet, her faint white hair was exposed, and she stretched out her hand to pinch a trace and pull it out.

The white hair is slender, almost invisible under the light of the white thorns, and it is different from the white hair she grabbed in her hand after waking up a few days ago, although it has been worn gray by time, but that hair still has a tenacious vitality-

There was a noisy cry of Qi Qi outside the tent, interrupting Chen Danzhu's distraction, and she hurriedly put her head back on the pillow of the iron-faced general.

What did she think, how could she pull the general's hair, and compare it with the hair she had gotten, was she suspecting that it was the iron-masked general who carried her out of the inn that day?

Isn't it supposed to be a bamboo forest?

Maybe it was because of the dream she had after she fainted on her knees, and the person who carried her on her back in the dream, the person who grabbed her in the lake, had white hair.

Is it a fantasy?

It's not a conjecture, Chen Danzhu sighed again and sat back, even if Zhulin saved her, it was also at the behest of the Iron Mask General, although she avoided seeing the Iron Mask General before leaving, but the Iron Mask General was so smart that he must have noticed her intentions, so he asked Wang Xian and Zhulin to rush over to save her.

After that, there will be no more iron-masked generals.

If she had known that meeting again would be an eternal separation, she should have met and thanked her in person when she left.

Thank you to him for taking care of her over the years, and thank you for agreeing to her conditions in the first place, so that she could change her fate.

Zhou Xuan is right, speaking of the Iron Mask General is her enemy, if it weren't for the Iron Mask General, she would probably still be a carefree and happy noble lady of the Wu Kingdom now.

She shouldn't be saddened by the death of an enemy.

Chen Danzhu hung his head, tears dripping.

Outside the tent, the prince and the generals mourned together for a moment, and were persuaded and supported by everyone.

"The general's funeral is also here." The prince put away his sadness and whispered to a few veterans, "Xijing won't go back." ”

The veterans nodded one after another, although General Yu's ancestral home is in Xijing, General Yu has little contact with his family, and the emperor must leave the general's grave by his side.

"The general and His Majesty have been with each other for many years, and they have passed the hardest and most difficult times together."

"Your Majesty doesn't know how sad you feel in your heart, the general is buried here, and Your Majesty can be seen often."

But speaking of which, why hasn't His Majesty come yet?

It can't be because the general has passed away, so there is no need for His Majesty to come, right?

Although the crown prince was here, the eyes of the generals kept looking in the direction of the palace.

In the deep darkness of the night, there was only one light on in the emperor's dormitory, and the eunuch Jinzhong was guarding the door, and there was no one else around the dormitory except him.

But in the night, there is a shadow that is thicker than the night, densely surrounded by layers.

Eunuch Jinzhong glanced up at the window and saw the figure cast on it standing still, as if looking down at his feet.

The emperor looked at the kneeling man at his feet, with gray hair, but his body was no longer a wrinkled old tree, his shoulders were straight, and his black clothes could not stop his youthful and heroic appearance.

"Chu Yurong." The emperor said, "In your eyes, you really have no king and no father." ”