It's me.

Lou Xiaolou heard the girl in front of her say clearly.

It's her.

Feeling the position she had accurately touched on her back, Lou Xiaolou's eyes widened in a daze.

Although he had guessed before, he didn't expect to hear this sentence from the girl's own ears, and he didn't expect that she would be willing to tell him the secret.

The shock of his heart for a moment made Lou Xiaolou unable to judge whether this was a dream or reality.

"You ......" Lou Xiaolou stared at the girl sitting in front of his bed with a calm expression, unable to come back to his senses for a long time, "You are ......"

"You must have been aware of it before, right?" Ying Baoyue withdrew her hand, looked into the eyes of the man on the bed and smiled, "Why are you so surprised now?" ”

Lou Xiaolou's eyes lit up when he heard this, and then nodded.

But the next moment he realized the gaffe and raised his head suddenly, "But Your Highness, I don't doubt your identity, the subordinate is ......"

"I know," Ying Baoyue interrupted his flustered words, "I know what you mean. I'm not doubting your loyalty. ”

Lou Xiaolou, as the leader of the wedding team of the former Qin princess, he was loyal to her identity as a body and recognized her as the princess of the former Qin.

But because he understood the original appearance of Princess Qianqin, as a middle-aged general with rich combat experience, it was impossible for this man not to notice that something was wrong with her.

But even so, he escorted her to Nanchu, and returned to Qianqin without the princess being delivered. Although Ying Hanri probably didn't have time to be distracted to recall him recently, if he took the initiative to return, Ying Baoyue believed that the former Qin King who wanted all the generals to stay behind to protect him would be very welcome.

But Lou Xiaolou did not leave.

And when she asked him to intercept Qianqin's intelligence line, it was actually contrary to the position of the captain himself, but this man agreed without asking anything, and it was done very beautifully.

At this time, Ying Baoyue knew that he was probably aware of something.

Noticing the gaze of the person at the head of the bed, Lou Xiaolou also looked at her face, and the next moment her gaze moved down to look at Ying Baoyue's hand on her lap.

The hands were originally delicate and white, and they were also the hands of the princesses and ladies of the family that he was familiar with.

It is precisely because of these hands that when Ying Baoyue disbanded the wedding team, although he was shocked by the boldness of the princess, he did not realize that there was anything wrong.

did not choose to flee back to Nanchu with the other guards and soldiers, on the one hand, because of his loyalty to Qianqin, and on the other hand, because he was shocked by the girl's determination at that time.

The former Qin royal family has not had such a person for many years, and such a person should not die.

But as they went all the way to Nanchu, Lou Xiaolou gradually sensed that something was wrong.

He originally thought that he was escorting her to Nanchu, but as he walked, he found that it was this girl who was leading them to Nanchu.

Lead, it's a word that almost never appears on a princess.

It's like the girl's hands now.

Lou Xiaolou looked at Yingyue's knee-hugging hand, but in just over two months, the girl's palm was already calloused.

It was a sword cocoon sharpened by countless blood blisters.

This is not a hand that the princess of the deep palace can raise, and at the same time, what these hands do is not something that an ordinary princess can do.

A month ago, it was these hands who drew a map of the distribution of the twelve intelligence lines from Southern Chu to Former Qin.

Lou Xiaolou appeared in front of his eyes, and there was not only a clear location on it, but even the time to change guards and the common shelters and mechanisms for arming.

Detailed ...... It's scary.

Lou Xiaolou stared at the girl sitting next to his bed for a long time.

The princess who has lived in the deep palace for a long time cannot be so familiar with the terrain and the secrets of the army.

But just as she handed him the picture, what shocked him was the girl's trust in him. It was just that she couldn't have known that he would be suspicious when he saw this picture.

But she did it anyway, and didn't even coerce and lure him, just admonished him.

"If there are too many enemies, retreat to save your life, and remember to return safely."

Remember to return safely.

That's right, that's the kind of sentence.

Lou Xiaolou stared at the eyes of the girl in front of him that were as clear as a lake, and at that moment, he suddenly remembered someone.

Someone he knew well but had never met.

A man his brother would mention in almost every letter to his family.

Lou Xiaolou looked a little stunned.

Their family is a military household. It's not a general, but an ordinary military household.

His father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, all three generations died on the battlefield. He is also a brother or a brother, and he has known since he was a child that the word peace does not belong to him.

Their role is to keep a queen, and the better thing is to use their lives to fight for the title of future generations, and the unlucky thing is to die on the battlefield as fertilizer for weeds without making military achievements.

Old soldiers know that on the battlefield, most of the recruits basically can't survive the first battle.

Three generations of their ancestors died in the first war, leaving no credit for half the job. In their generation, the family was so poor that they could not even afford to marry a daughter-in-law before their two brothers served.

Fifteen years ago, he was fourteen and his eldest brother was fifteen, and the township chief who was conscripted brought people to beg for people, and their mother, who was already seriously ill, ran to the mountains in despair to collect medicine for some money, but fell off a cliff and died.

From then on, he and his brother were left with each other, and they didn't care about what to leave behind. Closing the door of their tattered home, Lou Xiaolou remembered that he and his brother glanced at each other and lit the torch in his hand.

Everything in their hometown was burned, and they went to their respective military service.

That's right, each.

At that time, the number of places assigned to the army by their family was located in two different places, one south and one north.

At that time, military households all knew that most of the soldiers who went to the south to serve were to clear out the outcasts, and the officers and men were well-equipped and had the advantage of being able to make meritorious contributions without being dangerous.

And go to the north......

Lou Xiaolou's hands under the quilt clenched.

To go to the north is to go to the Great Wall of Eternal Night and to resist the Xijon people.

Not only more than ten years ago, but until now, going to the north to serve as a soldier is the most feared thing for military households in the interior of the Central Plains.

Passed down from generation to generation among military households, the Xijon people are man-eating monsters, and children can stop crying at night in the Great Wall of Eternal Night.

On the battlefield, the casualties of the battle with the Xijon are always the greatest, and every battle is tragic and unusual.

Moreover, the main force of the northern army is the soldiers from the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the physique of the Northern Wei people is much stronger than that of the southerners.

Fifteen years ago, his brother's building gave him a place to go to the south.

It is equivalent to giving him the only chance to live.

Because at that time, none of the people in their village who went to the north to serve as soldiers returned.

All are dead.

Going to the north is a dead end for southerners.

Although he was the eldest brother, the boy was only fifteen years old at the time, but he left his vitality to his younger brother and the danger to himself.

When he resisted, his eldest brother knocked him unconscious, tied him to an ox cart, and let the village chief take him away.

And the boy who carried everything at the age of fifteen.

So alone, I went to the Great Wall of Eternal Night in the north.