I was really on the battlefield at the moment, and although I was standing on one side, I could clearly see them fighting, fighting, charging, and resisting stubbornly, and they fell one by one, and a thick smell of blood came to my nose.

I can't find Lu Huai, I can't find Qianche, and I can't find Chu Muxiu.

Under the panicked feet of the Xiliang people, there is a picture scroll, thick ink rice paper, Su wood border, which is a portrait of the mother. I ran away, Shen Linxiao was angry, and simply threw away the portrait of his mother.

I saw the portrait of my mother rolling on the ground, people running around, horses running everywhere, and I saw that the portrait of my mother was about to be destroyed under their feet. I'm going, I'm going to pick up my mother's portrait, that's the only thing I have left.

Mo'er pulled me again, she knew what I was going to do, and looked at me with tears in her eyes, "Miss just picked up a life." ”

My heart softened, what should I do if I die Mo'er, I have nothing, but Mo'er still has me. But I couldn't bear it, without the portrait, I was not only sorry for my mother, but also had no face to go back to face my father.

I said to Mo'er, "I won't die!" ”

Mo'er was still dragging me to death, and when I turned my head, I saw Lu Huai, who was holding a long sword in his hand, and there were some blood stains on his face, and he said, "Don't go, I'll help you get it back." ”

Before I could recover from his composure, he left, and I caught up with him and grabbed him violently, "Be careful." ”

He finally smiled on his serious face: "Don't worry." ”

I didn't expect that to be the last thing I said to him.

I watched him plunge in again, and my eyes were fixed on him. He ran in the direction of the portrait, and soon and quickly, all the way, the oncoming Xiliang soldiers fell under his sword one by one, he was already wounded, and the drop of blood slipped from the blade. Approaching Xiliang's iron horse, Lu Huai aimed at the portrait, gently picked it with his sword, and then grabbed it with a hand.

The portrait is intact, except for a little blood stuck to it. When he ran towards me with the portrait in his hand, I grinned expectantly.

Halfway through the run, Lu Huai suddenly jerked forward and froze in place, the smile on his face gradually faded, he turned his head in a daze, and the arrow target was stuck on his back like this.

Several layers of dense arrows from the Xiliang people shot over, and one arrow after another was inserted into Lu Huai's back, and then flew over my head. My slightly open mouth gradually closed, and I wanted to scream but couldn't. Lu Huai's face was full of struggle, and he had no strength to lift his feet after several arrows in his body.

A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of his mouth, and I ran as hard as I could, and he was about to fall, and he fell in front of me.

I ran over to catch him and lifted his head up, his mouth was bloody, but his eyes were wide, his eyes were shining, and his hands were trembling on the ground, not knowing what to catch. I knew what he meant, so I immediately took his hand, and he laboriously passed the portrait into mine, and then smiled and said, "I, I said, I will definitely help you get it back." ”

Tears swirled in my eyes, I looked up and looked around, and then looked down at Lu Huai, a blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, I was so anxious that I said to him with my face attached, "Lu, Lu Huai, you hold on, I'll find someone to come to you." ”

He muttered, "It's too late......"

Seeing that he had been stabbed with several arrows in the back, and the wound was still bleeding, probably not surviving, I touched his face with my hand: "Why are you so stupid, is it really worth it for a portrait?" ”

He said he couldn't speak clearly, and always grinned at me, "As long as it...... It's what you want to do, I think...... It's worth it, that's the only thing you have left, I, I don't want to make you sad anymore......"

I wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with my hands, tears hit his face, I begged him bitterly, "I beg you, please hold on a little longer, I don't want to paint a portrait, I just want you to live well......"

The corners of Lu Huai's mouth moved, it was a smile, he opened his mouth tremblingly, muttering that he didn't know what he was saying, I leaned down and came to his mouth, I heard him say, "Your Highness, Your Highness...... In fact, he is a very good person, you, your life, he exchanged his military power for it, it's not that he doesn't save your father, yes, it's that he really can't do anything! ”

I never thought that things would be like this, why didn't Chu Muxiu tell me anything. Lu Huai spurted a few mouthfuls of blood from his mouth, his eyes were half-widened, and I cried and told him to stop talking.

He said let him finish speaking, otherwise there would be no chance, and then weakly clenched my hand, his hand began to stiffen and became cold, and my hands were covered with blood from his body, he said, "Don't cry, forgive Your Highness, okay, live well, I have no blessing to marry you in this life......"

Looking at Lu Huai, whose whole body was trembling, I really felt that the sky had fallen, I was already crying without a voice, and covered his bloody back with my hand, "I beg you not to die, as long as you live, you were so good to me before, I couldn't live with you before, I married you, this time I really married you!" ”

"But, I can't marry you, it's good to know you in this life." His voice was as small as a breeze, as if the wind blew and then disappeared.

"Okay, okay, alive......" He tried to reach out and touch my face, but when his hand was halfway through, it fell heavily and hit my hand.

I squatted on the ground and shook Lu Huai vigorously: "Don't, don't, you wake up, who of you will save him, who will save him......"

I helped Lu Huai, and behind me was the chaos of soldiers, and thick black smoke rose from the endless flames of war. He had already closed his eyes, and I was crying hoarsely to the sky, calling Lu Huai's name as I cried, and tears gushed out of my eyes like a flood, from my cheeks to my nose and then swallowed by me, it was really salty and bitter.

Lu Huai was lying in my arms, cold and motionless, his nose no longer exhaled, he was really dead, Lu Huai, who was so good to me, was really dead.

I really feel sorry for him, he likes me so much, but I always give him hope and let him down, I run away from marriage again and again, and I make him lose face again and again. But he never blamed me, he endured so much for me, but in the end he lost his life. How could God be willing to accept his life as such a good person, I thought that the person who died was me, Chu Muxiu, and Shen Linxiao, but why was it Lu Huai. I killed him, and if it weren't for the help I retrieve the portrait, he wouldn't have died, and there is no one in this world who smiles at me so carefree.

He died but told me to live well, but how can I live well, I wish the person lying on the ground was me, but why not me, this is God's punishment for me......

I looked at everything around me, my vision was blurred by tears, and they all held long swords and big knives with hideous faces, and slashed at a person when they caught them. The black blood poured out, and for the first time I had seen piles of dead people. Many times, a living person rushes in vertically, and this one will never come back.

Why fight, if there is no war, the people will not be displaced, Xuanwu will not become an orphan, and Lu Huai will not die. War is so cruel that it costs millions of lives......

In the end, I cried so much that I fainted, it was Chu Muxiu who brought me back, as soon as I opened my eyes, tears actually fell, I slept on the couch of the king's tent, and there was no one in the tent. I gradually regained consciousness in my hands, and I still clutched the portrait of my mother tightly in my hands. The scene on the battlefield just now came to my mind again, it was Lu Huai's smiling face, and I remember every word Lu Huai said to me, I remember it clearly. The portrait of the mother is back, but Lu Huai will never come back.

I was so tired that I didn't want to get up anymore, so I held the portrait of my mother with my back to the tent and curled up in the corner of the couch. I had a crush, my body trembled slightly, I really couldn't do anything but cry now, and I was already soaked from touching the pillow.

When did I become so crying?

Someone lifted the tent, and with a gentle footstep, I knew it was Mo'er, she put the plate on the table, and then sat on the edge of my bed, she reached out and touched my back, "Miss, get up and eat something." ”

I turned my head to look at Mo'er, her eyes were red, she had obviously just cried, but she was smiling at me like no one else. She helped me up, took the portrait of my mother from my hand, and said, "Let Madame rest for a while." ”

She brought the bowl of porridge on the table to me, and said in a colorful voice while stirring the porridge in the bowl, "Miss doesn't know, this porridge, I simmered it slowly for three hours, I smell it fragrant, you can taste it!" ”

I felt strange and shouted, "Mo'er? ”

"Oh, I forgot, Miss has a wound on her hand, or I'll feed you!" Then he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to me, winking and saying, "Come!" ”

"Mo'er, I, I really ......"

"Isn't it too hot, I'll blow it for you." After saying that, he put the spoon to my mouth again, "Eat, this time it's not hot." ”

"Where's Qianche?"

"Qian Che has eaten and chatted with His Highness outside."

"What are they talking about?"

"In ...... Talking about Lu Huai. ”

I was very sad and looked up at Mo'er, "Mo'er, why do you say that someone dies for me every time?"

Mo'er couldn't answer my question and turned her face away, I knew she was crying.

Yes, I can't figure out this question myself, so why bother to use it to confuse Mo'er?

In fact, I could see the shadow of Chu Muxiu outside the tent, he came and went, lingering for a long time.

After a long time, Mo'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and handed the porridge in her hand to me, "Miss, this is the last bowl." ”

"Hmm." I still took the bowl of porridge in Mo'er's hand and stuffed it into my mouth spoonful by spoonful, this porridge is very fragrant but the taste is a little bitter, I will probably remember the taste of this bowl of porridge for a lifetime.