Da Qiao didn't care about Sun Ce's jokes, held back his tears, leaned on his arms, his heartbeat was no longer as loud as a war drum before, deep and shallow, as if it would disappear at some point, Da Qiao buried his beautiful little face in Sun Ce's arms, tears flowed endlessly, but his tone was trying his best to control the flatness: "Sun Lang, I also have something I want to tell you: Wan'er wrote a letter, saying that she changed her name, and I also want to change ......"

"Name change? Why is this a bad name? ”

"Good is good, but I have a word I like better."

"What's that?"

"Sheng, born for strategy."

Sun Ce was silent for a long time, Da Qiao raised his eyes in surprise, only to see a shallow tear stain on his pale face, Da Qiao whimpered, crying so much that he had no strength on his body, and finally Sun Ce patted her thin shoulders and interrupted: "Ying'er, I want to see our children's ......"

Da Qiao hurriedly wiped away his tears and sat up with his body propped up: "Wait a minute, I'll go and ask the nurse to bring them." ”

"Don't ......," Sun Ce hesitated a little in his words, "Don't wake them up, just let the nurse wrap them up and bring them, and let me take a look under the corridor." ”

Estimating that Sun Ce was unwilling to let Qiong'er and Shao'er see their father's weak and embarrassed appearance, Da Qiao's eyes were full of tears, nodded silently, and walked out quickly.

It didn't take long for the nurse to hold the two sleeping little dolls under the corridor, Da Qiao helped Sun Ce to get up, through the silk gauze window, he saw his two children with Da Qiao, Qiong'er was only three or four years old, Shao'er was just 100 days old, still so young, Sun Ce was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, turned around suddenly, and no longer looked at the two little people.

Da Qiao waved his hand with tears, signaled the nurse to step back, and his soft little hand climbed on Sun Ce's arm, and said softly: "Sun Lang, I'll help you go to ......."

Sun Ce was furious, slammed off the plaster on his cheek, and fell to the ground: "It's that I don't want this life!" And no one can harm me! ”

Jun Shengsheng's cheek reappeared that long scar, Da Qiao was so shocked that he couldn't stop crying, and touched the wound with trembling hands, but he didn't dare to focus on: "Don't ...... Sun Lang......"

Sun Ce staggered a few steps, his face turned from blue to liver red, Da Qiao hurriedly carried him back to the couch, his wheezing sound became heavier, the intake was longer, and the breath was shorter and shorter, Da Qiao cried so loudly that he refused to let go of him for a moment.

Sun Ce tried his best to catch his breath, and wanted to raise his hand to wipe away Da Qiao's tears, but he couldn't exert his strength anymore, seeing the person on the tip of his heart so broken, Sun Ce couldn't help but shed tears again: "Ying'er, I'm sorry...... No...... Accompany you to the White Head ...... But don't be sad, I don't want this ugly face, I don't want to live...... It's not someone else who can kill me......"

Da Qiao cried and couldn't speak, only shaking his head, Sun Ce fell backwards, let Da Qiao lie on his heart, and gasped hard: "Ying'er, don't be sad...... I, I won't cross the Lethe River, and I won't drink Meng Po soup, you live well, I'll wait for you, wait for you to pull Qiong'er Shao'er up, and then come...... Find me ......."

"No", Da Qiao choked and cried, "I can't live without you...... Sun Lang, I can't live without you......"

"Fool, you forgot that when we got married, you promised me that if you don't want to be Yu Ji, no matter what the future holds, you will definitely live well......"

"I forgot, I just know that without you, I even breathe ......"

Sun Ce's heart was like a knife, but a light smile appeared on his mouth: "I always remember what you looked like that night, Ying'er, I will never forget it...... You're still so young and so beautiful...... I know I'm going to die soon, but I can't say anything to ask you to find another lover......"

Da Qiao shook his head, tears splashed, and dripping on Sun Ce's heart: "I don't want anyone to ...... except you"

"In the past few days of coma, I have always had a dream in which you are wearing a blue dress, riding a horse, and running farther and farther away from me...... Ying'er, my grandson Bofu is not afraid of death, what I am most afraid of is that I will lose you, I thought we would have many more seven years, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect ......"

Sun Ce's breath became weaker and weaker, and his heartbeat gradually slowed down, Da Qiao understood that the limit was in front of him, and he couldn't cry, hugged Sun Ce tightly, and said word by word: "No matter how many times I enter reincarnation, I will be your woman...... Sun Lang......"

"With this scar...... I'm just afraid that I won't be so handsome in the next life", Sun Ce said with great difficulty, "You don't allow it...... I ......"

Da Qiao shook his head desperately and sobbed: "You must not forget me, you must not forget me......"

"Ying'er, do you know, that year on Tangshan, I ...... I fell in love with you at a glance, but I was afraid that you would think I was greedy, so I didn't dare to ...... Admit. I think...... In addition to beauty, it should be the fate of my previous life, leading me to lean towards you step by step...... Ying'er, you are not old, I will not cross the Lethe River......"

Sun Ce said, his voice became smaller and weaker, and Da Qiao responded: "I promise you not to do it...... Yu Ji ...... When the children are brought up and the mother-in-law is served, I will go to you. ”

Sun Ce raised his hand with great effort, caressing Da Qiao's white and tender cheeks, cherishing, nostalgic, and reluctant. Da Qiao held back his tears, obediently leaned his face against Sun Ce's palm, the temperature in his hand slowly dropped, and gradually became colder, Da Qiao looked at Sun Ce with tears in his eyes, and saw his hand slip off and fall heavily on the couch.

Da Qiao looked at Sun Ce in a daze, seeing that his eyes were closed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was still hanging, just like the first time he saw him in Tangshan seven years ago, as if he would open his mouth in the next moment, and said in an arrogant and confident tone: "If you don't change your name, you can't change your surname, first Wucheng Hou Changsha is the son of Sun Jian, and Sun Ce is Sun Lang of Wujun Jiangdu!" ”

Da Qiao choked in her throat, wanted to shout "Sun Lang" but couldn't shout anything, her internal organs seemed to be mixed together, but she was not able to fight the heartache, her small mouth opened and opened, and at the end of her vomit, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, Da Qiao cried out "wow" and fell on the couch.

In Baqiu's mansion, Zhou Yu dreamed back at midnight, and woke up for some reason, he got up slowly, only to see Xiao Qiao sleeping extremely sweetly on the side, his heart was stable, and the slightest uneasiness was slowly withdrawn, leaving only hesitation and expectations for the future.

A few days ago, when he heard that Sun Ce was injured, he was very worried, but when he saw that the letter said that it was the old poison of the past, and the wound was very small, he no longer cared about it. If nothing else, Sun Ce should be in the horses, and after finishing Da Qiao's canonization in the next few days, he will send troops north to attack Xudu.

The two of them are like matching jade, both have courage and resourcefulness, and when the two swords are combined, they can slash the world. The only night light in the room corresponded to the map that was several zhang long, Zhou Yu raised his eyes fixedly, and his eyes were as dark as a lake and stared closely at the two big characters "Luoyang" written in Lishu on the map, and his heart suddenly rose.

If this plan is done properly, will his plan be realized?