Before Liu Jing's tears were dry, he tore off a piece of his white clothes and tore the white cloth into two pieces, one for Shu'er's left wrist and the other for her right wrist. He tore off another piece of white garment, trying to wipe her blood-stained feet. The word "Song Prisoner" imprinted on the soles of Shu'er's feet is swollen and difficult to distinguish in the salt water. Liu Jing lifted her left foot, and before the strip of cloth had wrapped around her foot, he clearly recognized the two words. He also saw that the sole of Shu'er's right foot also had the same two words.

His heart seemed to be instantly branded with the word "Song Prisoner" by the red-hot iron seal.

He picked up Shu'er's shoes and socks, trying to cover up the "Song prisoner" brand on the soles of her feet for the former princess of the Song Kingdom, but Shu'er's shoes and socks were already soaked with salted blood. Without hesitation, he took off his two boots and gently put them on for his sister. He knew that she probably didn't feel any pain in the syncope, but he still couldn't bear to hurt her.

Liu Jing picked up Shu'er again and hurriedly walked outside the prison. He stumbled over loose socks, so he kicked them off his feet and stepped barefoot in the winter snow. He carried Shu'er on the horse, and Shu'er lay sideways in his arms, dying. On the stirrups, in the cold wind, King Song's feet were already frozen and unconscious, but he only cared about spurring the horse, holding Shu'er, who had been reading and waiting for him for thirteen years, and flew towards the White Jade Palace.

Ordinary people on the streets of Yudu were disturbed by the sound of horses' hooves in the distance. Everyone looked at a young man on a white horse, his white robe stained with blood and his clothes torn to pieces, galloping barefoot. He was still holding a man in his arms, whose hair was scattered, but in his scattered black hair was a red ribbon fluttering in the wind.

At the gate of the prison, Lu Hui was puzzled and grabbed Ling Fei, who was about to leave with His Highness, and asked, "Lord Ling, Your Highness, is he...... actually rescued the rebels of the Qi army? ”

Ling Fei knew that Lu Hui was upright, strict in the army, and a loyal minister, so he was not in a hurry to chase after His Royal Highness, but stopped and explained to Lu Hui: "The female general of the Qi army, Yan, is actually the leader of the Liang Chamber of Commerce of Zhao Guoping, and the boss Yan of Chen Guofanjing. When His Royal Highness took me to Zhao to participate in the Pingliang Chamber of Commerce, I had a good conversation with her. His Royal Highness also wanted to recruit her to the Song State as an official and take care of the silver grain and military salaries in the treasury for His Royal Highness. Our Highness cherishes talents, and will definitely not let General Yan die in the prison. ”

Lu Hui was puzzled: "But after I captured General Yan alive, I immediately went to the White Jade Palace to inform His Highness." His Royal Highness sent someone to tell me, saying that he was not available, and asked me to interrogate General Yan, and said that the punishment of the Heavenly Prison could not be missing, so I dared to order those severe punishments, trying to force her to tell her the plan of the Restoration Alliance to destroy the Song Dynasty. ”

Ling Fei raised his eyebrows and said, "I told Your Highness a long time ago that General Yan is the Boss Yan we met in Zhao Kingdom. Since His Royal Highness could come to the Heavenly Prison to save her in such a hurry, he must not have personally given such an order. General Lu, you can rest easy, wait for me to go to the palace and ask clearly, to see who instructed the person who falsely passed on the king's order. This matter should have nothing to do with the general, and the general should be asked to return to the southern suburbs to supervise the battle as soon as possible. After hearing that the Qi soldiers came to help, the two armies of Chen and Shu were even more courageous. They just can't capture the Jade Capital, and they can't let that group of mourning soldiers kill the tens of thousands of soldiers defending our Jade Capital. ”

Lu Hui saluted Ling Feifei and said, "Thank you Lord Ling for your advice." If His Royal Highness is to blame, I hope that Lord Ling can argue a few words for Lu in front of His Highness. But if His Royal Highness had to kill Lu to relieve his anger, Lu would know that he was guilty and had no complaints. Then he mounted his horse and wanted to drive to the southern suburbs.

Ling Fei also got on the horse and saluted Lu Hui in return: "General Lu, our Royal Highness is not a faint king. He knows that rewards and punishments are clear, and he also knows that those who don't know are not to blame. You do your job and don't get too caught up in it. ”

So both of them galloped south, one to the battlefield in the southern suburbs, and the other to the White Jade Palace.

In the long alley of the White Jade Palace, Liu Jing was walking barefoot with Shu'er in his arms, his face was even colder than usual, and his cold eyes were red and swollen mixed with blood. The palace people on both sides saw His Royal Highness's ragged clothes, white clothes stained with blood, and a person whose life and death were unknown and covered in blood, so they were so frightened that they knelt on the snow, and they didn't even dare to say anything to His Highness.

Liu Jing's voice was hoarse and dull at the moment. He shouted to the palace people on both sides: "Quickly Xuan Imperial Doctor, go to the widow's dormitory!" ”

Several palace people caught a glimpse of His Highness's frozen purple feet, and immediately scrambled to get up and ran towards the direction of the Tai Hospital.

Liu Jing's dormitory is located in the Bumeng Pavilion south of the Yongtai Palace. It was a small palace that he had ordered to be repaired, and the name "Bumeng Pavilion" was also given to him when he was sixteen years old.

At that time, in order to remind himself of the heavy responsibility of governing with full authority, Liu Jing wrote a poem called "No Dream":

The couch is warm and tired and does not dream, day and night diligent, loyal and filial.

Whoever said that the Song prisoner was lonely and crying, they all said that the king was infatuated with power.

Thousands of years of fame and fame are tireless, and the wind and rain are more dangerous.

Trying to rule the world with his body, he wants to settle down wherever he wants.

He felt that since he couldn't find the missing Shu'er, he would "try to rule the world with his body, and settle down wherever he wants."

He named the newly repaired dormitory "Bumeng Pavilion", which was intended to spur himself day and night, to be a generation of diligent and virtuous monarchs, to govern the Song State in a down-to-earth manner, to bring peace and tranquility to the people of the Song Kingdom, and not to do the Spring and Autumn Dream of expanding the territory.

In the Pavilion of Dreams, Liu Jing gently put the unconscious Shu'er on the couch, and when she took off the boots that covered her feet, she couldn't help but see the words "Song Prisoner" on the soles of her left and right feet. That was the sad word in his verses, and it should not be permanently imprinted on the soles of Shu'er's feet.

A few maidservants who didn't know why knelt behind Liu Jing, waiting for His Highness's orders. Liu Jing covered Shu'er with the quilt, revealing only a cold little hand that was held in his hand.

He looked at Shu'er's closed eyes and pale lips, suddenly stood up, and brought the cold lotus heart tea on the table to the couch. He stroked Shu'er's sideburns and called softly, "Wake up, I'm taking you home...... Would you like to drink water? ”

Liu Jing saw that Shu'er didn't answer, so he put the teacup slightly to Shu'er's lips, but all the cold tea flowed onto the pillow, and Shu'er didn't drink it. He knew that his forgiveness was not dead, but he should have been happy, but at this time, his heart was wrenching.

He didn't know how to do anything, and he couldn't even feed a sip of cold tea into her mouth. He could only hold Shu'er's little hand silently and wait for the imperial doctor to come.

His ears echoed the words that Shu'er had said to him before he fell into a coma:

Those who are about to die are also good in their words. Qi Wei's restoration of the country is alarmist.

The jade capital of Dongyang is all in vain. 80,000 Allied troops, a trick to cover the eyes.

There is Zhao Chen in the west, and there is neighboring Chu in the east. The plan to destroy the Song Dynasty -

Chen took Jiangyi, Chu occupied Yide, the soldiers of the nations, and surrounded the Song realm.

Liu Jing thought about Shu'er's words over and over again. Those few small and faint voices gradually became sonorous and powerful in his mind.

General Yan, you have endured the torture to extract confessions, but why did you say this to King Song? You say that the restoration of the alliance and the restoration of Qi and Wei are actually just a trick? Destroying the Song State is what Chen and Chu are planning behind the scenes? You asked me to support Jiangyi and Yide, and beware of Chen and Chu, but the territory of the Song State is huge, and although there are many soldiers, it really can't take care of all the cities with heavy troops. Unless...... I will transfer the Teng Yong army from the north to support the Yudu army, and then split it up and transfer it to Jiangyi and Yide.

But in that case, seeing that the alliance forces of the Qi, Chen, and Shu Kingdoms, which were already trapped in the southern suburbs of the jade capital, would have a chance to escape. As long as they can break out of the encirclement and stop attacking the Yudu, but the Teng Yong army does not come to set up the last encirclement, then the 80,000 Fu **, who had already fallen into the trap, will definitely not be wiped out in the Yudu this time.

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