Chapter 39: I Heard I Died Once?
Of course, Yan Jing remembered what happened in Guangmao Mountain six years ago, but what the national teacher said was very different from what she knew.
At that time, Wan Yanjing had been married to Huo Xiang for more than a year, Huo Xiang had been leading troops all the year round, and she lived alone in Yunjing, the capital of Qin at that time.
Someone in Yunjing handed her a message, saying that the Qin State had gathered an army of 200,000 and wanted to tear up the contract, taking advantage of the natural disasters of Dajin for many years and the emptiness of the national strength, to attack on a large scale.
She didn't believe it at first, but after private verification, it proved that the news of Qin's army was correct.
Such secrets must be passed on, and Wan Yanjing managed to pass the news to Dajin's fourth prince, her brother.
Soon after, her brother sent someone to contact her, saying that the people of Qin had a beast's heart and persuaded her to return to China, so as to avoid Qin using her to threaten her father and do despicable things when the war started.
Wan Yanjing then disguised herself and ran away overnight with the people sent by her brother.
They took a lunch break overnight, and when they passed through Guangmao Mountain, they were ambushed by a large number of soldiers of the Qin State.
A group of dozens of them were completely defeated, leaning on the steep mountain, the master sent by his brother abandoned the war horse, carried her to break through the mountain road, and in the chaotic battle, she was hit by an arrow in the back, and then fainted.
When she woke up again, Wan Yanjing found herself lying in Huo Xiang's military tent, and there was only a deaf and dumb old woman serving her.
The military tent was surrounded by murderous military guards, and she was forcibly placed under house arrest to recuperate from her injuries, and she did not leave the tent for a month, and even the old woman looked beautiful in the back.
It wasn't until the army was about to leave the camp that she saw Huo Xiang, and the two had a big fight.
The quarrel was her one-sided quarrel, Huo Xiang had a cold face, and he didn't want to waste time explaining.
Wan Yanjing still remembers that she was like a moth fluttering everywhere.
She asked Huo Xiang if he wanted to tear up the contract and lead troops to attack her home country, asked Huo Xiang why he didn't tell her, and asked Huo Xiang if he wanted to threaten his father with himself.
But Huo Xiang didn't answer her anything, only told her that the army was ready to pull out the camp, and she would go with her.
For more than half a year, she followed Huo Xiang's army together.
Of course, the days of living in the big tent in the military camp are not as good as at home, and the squeamish princess can't endure hardship, and she is impotent and furious every day, shouting for Huo Xiang to kill her.
Huo Xiang ignored it as usual, and it wasn't until he was annoyed by her yelling that he transferred her two palace maids, Gan Tang and Luo Su, to the palace.
Later, she witnessed the destruction of Daikin......
Guangmao Mountain was the beginning of her and Huo Xiang's tearing of their faces, but what the national teacher said at this time was something she had never heard of.
She almost died!
It was Huo Xiang who saved her!
There is such a horrific and inhuman means of bringing the dead back to life!
Wan Yanjing scratched her chin, half-believing the statement of resurrection from the dead: "Was the National Teacher also present at that time?" Could it be that the expression is exaggerated, and I may not have been dead for long? If you really want to die completely, how can you still be resurrected? ”
Fu Ling Guoshi paused, then nodded, "I was there at the time!" Well, that's probably an exaggeration. ”
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Wan Yanjing had some question marks in her mind, are you so unrigorous?
Fu Ling coughed and began to describe the situation that day:
"You were nailed to the boulder by Bai Zhengfeng's arrow, along with the guards who fled with you on their backs, and that arrow hit the heart. When Feiqing and I arrived later, Bai Zhengfeng had already retreated and ran, and you were indeed out of breath at that time. As for how long this time is, I don't know, but if I really have been dead for a long time, no matter how unpredictable the means are, I can't resurrect a dead person. ”
"However, Poor Dao has read it in the book, it is said that south of Great Xia is a place where the witch Gu clan is prevalent, and there is a kind of Tianhuang Gu in their clan. The Tianhuang Gu contains a mother Gu and a child Gu, and the child Gu is attached to the mother Gu. It is said that a person who is implanted with a sub-Gu can absorb a large amount of life qi and blood from the mother Gu host through the mother Gu to live and die human flesh and bones. And when the host of the mother Gu is dying, the child Gu will in turn provide a large amount of qi, blood and life force to help the mother Gu host get through the difficulties. ”
When Wan Yanjing heard this description, she felt that she hadn't run away, and she was implanted with this worm by Huo Xiang.
In addition to being disgusted, she also relaxed a little, listening to the situation, she shouldn't have died because of this Tianhuang Gu, after all, Huo Xiang had woken up.
Since Huo Xiang saved her life back then, it doesn't seem to be a big deal for her to contribute some qi and blood to Huo Xiang's injuries.
However, she also unexpectedly learned one thing, how is the name Bai Zhengfeng a little familiar......
"General Bai Zhengfeng? That's impossible! Suddenly remembering who Bai Zhengfeng was, Wan Yanjing raised her voice.
"Wasn't it the army of the Qin State that came to chase me back then?"
She always thought that it was Huo Xiang who was chasing her back from Guangmao Mountain at that time, and the Qin troops who suddenly jumped out were Huo Xiang's subordinates.
Huo Xiang would not kill her on purpose, that arrow was probably her own bad luck, and unfortunately she was shot by a random arrow.
Unexpectedly, there is another inside story?
"Bai Zhengfeng took a thousand cavalry, wore the clothes of the Qin army, and disguised himself as the Qin army to make a detour to Guangmao Mountain, in order to kill you."
Wan Yanjing didn't believe it: "General Bai is my Dajin's guard, why would he want to kill me?" Could it be that I was afraid that the Qin army would use me to coerce my father? ”
Fu Ling took a sip of tea, turned the green wrench on his thumb with his index and middle fingers in one hand, and did not speak.
Wan Yanjing acquiesced, and fell into a huge blow for a while.
After Fu Ling drank the tea, his eyebrows stretched, and he seemed to be extremely satisfied with the expensive fragrant tea in the palace.
Although Wan Yanjing was not reluctant, she still noticed this and proposed to send a few packets of this Nanshan Cloud to the National Teacher's Mansion.
Fu Ling waved his hand, saying that he would come to the house to disturb tea in the future.
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After Yan Jing returned to Lin'an Hall, she found that Huo Xiang was practicing calligraphy with a brush, and what he copied was his handwriting before his amnesia.
He didn't go to the study, but on the desk in the living room, the papers were scattered and piled up.
Learning to write on your own is somewhat ridiculous.
Wan Yanjing was a little curious and walked over to take a look.
Huo Xiang's poetry, literary talent, calligraphy, and painting are all at the level of everyone, and the pen power contains the true meaning of swordsmanship.
His calligraphy and painting style is even more changeable, some are chic and uninhibited, some are gloomy and treacherous, some are calm and benevolent, and some are domineering, but no matter what style, the artistic value is extremely high.
Huo Xiang also created his own thin gold style of writing, which is unique and sought after by literati from all over the world.
Huo Xiang, who has lost his memory, has a very different handwriting than before.
But Wan Yanjing was surprised to find that although Huo Xiang's copied works were far from each other in terms of spirit, they could be six or seven points similar in shape.
Huo Xiang was full of energy and said proudly:
"Well, I'm okay with my imitation! Although this husband of yours is extremely accomplished in calligraphy and painting, he is still a little worse than me. ”
He put down his pen and said, "Who is that national teacher?" You talked to him for so long, and I didn't have a good dinner, so I asked the kitchen to cook a pot of white fungus red bean porridge, and if you are hungry, you can go and drink some more. ”
Wan Yanjing looked at his picturesque handsome and magnificent eyebrows, stunned for a moment, and remembered what the national teacher said to her.
Huo Xiang saved her, and it seemed that it cost a lot.
For a long time, she thought that Huo Xiang had to take her with her all the way to attack the city, in order to come in handy before the battle at a certain time, and for this reason, she thought about escaping many times.
Later, it turned out that he had no idea in this regard, and she somewhat looked down on Huo Xiang.
Taking her by her side is a kind of protection, after all, she was stupid at that time, easy to be fooled by others, and accidentally lost her life.
But she was cold, and Huo Xiang persisted in rescuing her, which was unimaginable, and it didn't look like he could do it at all.