Chapter 9: The Man Who Can't Be Saved

When the coachman stopped, I slowly stepped out of the carriage, knowing that my home was in front of me.

At the moment, I couldn't help but stop and look back.

How many more people will be devoured in this city?

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness."

Suddenly, the greetings of the palace maids on the left and right interrupted my heartfelt questioning.

I nodded, and then went back to my side hall with my grandmother.

Jing'an Palace.

I was exhausted and lay on the soft couch with my eyes closed.

I fell asleep without noticing.

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"Yuqian, you've found me. I'll help you, you trust me. ”

"Yu Qian, we agreed that I would come back in 2 years."

I looked at the person in front of me and urged him to leave.

But I was so anxious that I couldn't open my mouth for some reason.

I can only say anxiously in my heart, don't come back.

Please, don't come back. Yes, it will die.

I knew very well that I was dreaming.

I could only watch as the person in my dream went back to the point of no return.

I couldn't stop it.

I can't save him.

That was the day after I sent my brother and grandma back to the countryside.

I went out on the street to inquire about the situation and stumbled upon him among the homeless people on the street.

Lin Jue.

I've seen him a lot, but I've never seen him like this.

Unkempt and ragged.

I sneaked through the guards and secretly took him back to my room.

I looked at him and didn't know what to say.

I don't know if he knows that he is alone at this moment.

The two of us were relatively silent, silent.

"My dad and mother are gone, aren't they?"

I don't know how to answer yes or not.

"What are you doing now?"

"I work as a laundry slave in this family, and I inquire about the news when I am resting."

"I'll stay out and find out."

"No, you're so eye-catching, and a lot of people in the city know you."

I didn't think he took the dagger out of his shirt and cut a wound on his face from brow to cheek.

Drop by drop of blood, wet clothes.

I looked at him, tears streaming down my face.

He looked at it and asked with a smile, "Coriander, why are you crying?" ”

"I don't, your injuries."

I don't know what I'm crying about, maybe it's the company of someone, maybe it's to be glad that he exists, maybe it's sad about our future.

I have mixed feelings at the moment.

"That way people won't recognize me."

Yes, his face is too outstanding, and there are so many people who know him here.

After a long time, there will be people who will recognize it and leak the news.

It's the best way to do it.

And the only way to stay here.

We spent a few days peacefully, and Lin Jue's wounds began to scab.

But I didn't expect that the enemy army did not give up, and was still looking for people from the royal family, in order to force us to come out and kill people for several days in a row.

We know that if we can't find it, we won't be stable for a day.

One night, Lin Jue secretly kidnapped two children similar to me and my brother, and secretly left a letter to the soldiers as civilians.

This was my first argument with him.

I sat by the window and looked at him in disbelief.

He said in a low voice: "How can they die in our place when they are still children." You are crazy. ”

"If they don't die, you die."

"That can't be the case."

"So, do you want revenge, do you want to return to the country."

He interrupted me with a series of answers.

My intellect tells me that he is doing the right thing at this moment.

This is the only way to keep us from killing.

Even, subconsciously, I acquiesced to his methods.

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and asked, "How could we be like this?"

(The question here is, first, how we could have lost our country, and second, how we could have hurt our own people so much.) )

Lin Jue hugged me and was silent.

I wept bitterly.

My forbearance, my pain, my longing.

On the thirtieth day of the 16th year of the Yuan Kingdom, the new Chinese New Year's Eve of Chinese New Year's Eve was welcomed in the following year.

On the seventh day after the palace change, it poured out.