Chapter 2 Who will remember the day of our death?

Su Duluo remained on her knees in embarrassment, as long as she moved slightly, the fragments of her knees were like blunt knives cutting one by one. She looked at Yun Zeqi and asked in a dumb voice, "Why?" ”

Hearing this, his eyes sank, and he avoided answering, and a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes, "Give you a month." In a month's time, if you can stand up, I will marry you! Reverse the case for your Su family and redress your grievances, and posthumously crown your father as a loyal martyr who protects the country! Let your Su family and Daqi share eternal blessings. ”

Marry her as a queen?

What a loyal martyr who protects the country!

What a good one to enjoy eternal blessings!

Her father has been fighting all his life, and he has won the world for Da Qi, but he has condemned the Su family!

She escaped with her life, fought on the battlefield, and for a promise, she still guarded the Great Qi River for him, but he put her in prison and broke her tendons!

Now, he wants to welcome her as the queen and chase her father for the ......

He did all the most cold-blooded and ruthless things, but he still wanted to use her, use the Su family, in Daqi's army, among the people, and return with honor!

She couldn't help but have a sarcastic smile on the corner of her lips, and her eyes were sad, "What if I say no?" ”

Taking in her sarcasm, Yun Ze's dark eyes rolled over Ling Han, grabbed her wrist, pulled her forward, and his fingers crushed her wrists, word by word, and the words he said were like cold arrows, inserted into her heart one by one.

"I remember that this time I returned to Beijing with you, and there were four other generals and 200 elite soldiers."

The wound on her wrist was grinding against him again and again, and Su Duluo felt every nerve in her strain. But these pains were even more unbearable for her than the words of the man next to her ear, who seemed to be a hellish Shura.

"You live, and they live. If you die, I'm sure they'll all be proud of your burial. ”

He knew that she was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that others would die because of her, let alone the soldiers who fought side by side with her and fought bloodily. She really wanted to dig out his heart to see how ruthless it was!

"Yun Ze Urushi!" Su Duluo was so angry that he trembled, raised his hand and really wanted to wave it at his ugly face, but he waved his backhand, fell to the side, and hit his head straight into the stool where the medicine was held before, dizziness mixed with pain.

"Why! Why! Why! ”

She questioned almost paranoidly, but Yun Zeqi only glanced coldly at her red eyes and the blood that slid down her forehead, and walked straight away without a pause.

Before leaving, he only left one sentence, "If something happens to her, you will all bury her!" ”

Looking at his resolute back when he left, Su Duluo leaned over, clutching the placket of his chest tightly, feeling as if his heart had been torn open by someone, and blood was dripping ......

After a cup of tea,

When the physician took a fragment of her knee, he said, "If this fragment goes any deeper, the leg will be ruined." ”

Immediately, Su Duluo chuckled, "My leg, what's the difference between being wasted and not wasted?" ”

Her laughter was sarcastic and desolate, falling on the ears of the imperial doctor, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and the hand that closed the medicine box trembled, "Please take your medicine on time, and you must pay attention to keeping warm." ”

At this time, Su Duluo did not understand the deep meaning of the imperial doctor's words, and it was only later that she realized that the most painful thing was not to die, but not to die......

"General Wanwang take care of your health." After speaking, he saluted her before leaving.

This month, she was confined to this palace, and the beautiful name is called: recuperation.

Except for the palace maid named Wuwu and the imperial doctor who came to check on her wounds every three days, the only person she could see was a palace maid named Double Happiness who was in charge of her meal.

Su Duluo's recovery ability is better than that of ordinary people, and after more than half a month, with the support of worry-free, he can barely stand up.

She leaned in front of the window, looked at the snow outside, and counted the days, "Don't worry, today is the twentieth day of the first month, right?" ”

"Yes." Seeing that she had stood for a long time, her legs had begun to tremble, so he moved the mahogany bat-patterned round stool and placed it next to her, "Why don't you sit down and rest for a while?" ”

She waved her hand and commanded in a low voice, "You let Shuangxi prepare three meat and three vegetarian wine and rice for me after seven days." ”

Worry-free, isn't this something for sacrifice?

But since it was an order, he immediately responded, "Yes." ”

Seeing the worry-free and puzzled look, Su Duluo sighed lightly, Dad, you said, what are we doing for Da Qi Rongma's half life? Who will remember our exploits, and who will remember the day of our death?

Before Wuwu could retreat, he saw a father-in-law come in with a holy decree, "Su Duluo took the decree!" ”

She walked up to her father-in-law and made a big salute, "The grass people take the order." ”

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said: Su Shi, outstanding military achievements, loyal and virtuous, canonized, the queen, the mother of the world. The inner harem is peaceful, the outer auxiliary bows, the law is clear, and the virtuous ministers are near, so that the people of the four seas can live in peace and rise to peace, and look up to the dynasty together. Seven days later, ten miles of red makeup, phoenix crown, welcome into the Hehuan Palace. Chin this! ”