The road to the south was difficult and dangerous, and he encountered ambushes several times, but fortunately, he easily resolved them. I also learned to borrow a black veil to shield myself from the sun and follow him, gradually without his overly attentive care. It's just that when he encounters an enemy army, he inevitably has to work hard. I thought about learning to dance with knives and guns, but I was out of breath after a few attempts, and he always said, what do women do when they learn this, and look down on him?

It was a joke, of course, but I listened to it very calmly.

He had to practice his sword with his left hand every day, and even if he camped at night, he had to practice for a long time. Thinking about it, he was also anxious. He is an emperor and a general, and he can't let go of the country anymore.

The journey was quick, less than ten days, to the southern front. It was just when he was resting for a while, Hairy Legs was dressed in a military uniform, and he lost his usual ruffianism, so he put away his knife and jumped over, looked at his arm, and his expression was slightly gloomy.

"How can it be cured so easily, it has been more than half a month since I arrived in Beijing." He rolled over from his horse and said in a pretended lighthearted manner.

"Didn't Mr. Xu say that there is a doctor in Jingshi who saves lives?"

Mr. Xu? He's back?

He raised his right hand, the empty sleeve was very desolate, but he still smiled and said, "What doctor can save such a life." I didn't have too many expectations, but I ran this trip and was spared many battlefield sins. I don't know what you've become of this kid in the south. ”

Hairy's expression darkened a little, and my heart also sank and sunk.

"The old emperor is back, and the rebellion in the south is very strong." He leaned closer and said, "On that day, there was a light in the camp of Voch, and many people saw it. ”

Bright?

"Xiangrui." Jimo's words are very certain.

"Yes. Since then, our Jiugao army has won fewer victories and lost more. If the emperor doesn't come back, he really can't fight it. ”

"Such an old man, are you really willing to lose at his hands?" Jimo flicked his sleeves and faced the warm sun, his eyebrows were deep, "Fortunately, they have auspiciousness, and we also have gifts from God." ”

I hung my head, hoping he wasn't talking about me.

Hairy looked over with a smile, turned back, and said, "The emperor is going to ......"

Jimo looked back, his gaze fell on me shallowly, and then he said, "What did Mr. Xu say?" ”

Mr. Xu, in their eyes, is a strategist who knows astronomy and geography, and in his current situation, it is most suitable for him to say auspicious signs.

Mao Leg scratched his head: "Mr. Xu is gone, it looks like there are 100,000 urgent matters, and we can't keep them." ”

Jimo was about to give up, but he suddenly added: "Mr. Xu seems to say that it is related to Miss Liao." The direction is also north. ”

Northward? Was it when I was still in Kyoshi? What does it matter if you come to me at this time? I haven't been in touch for a long time, and I have almost forgotten the somewhat inconsequential words he said, and I have forgotten the legends of the so-called dragon sons and dragon grandchildren.

Jimo looked at me again, raised his hand and motioned for others to take me to rest, turned his head and instructed Mao Er: "Gather the generals of the three armies to enter the tent to discuss." ”

The sun is very full, I can't see his eyebrows and expressions clearly, but inexplicably, I feel that momentum, swallowing the sky and the earth, as if at the beginning, the moment he pushed open the door in the mourning hall. I can't see anything, but there is a compelling momentum.

The practice of battlefield killing was average, and I was not allowed to participate in half a minute, and I did not know anything about when they left and when they would pull out the camp. Jimo got busy all of a sudden, but in my tent, it was no longer as cold and deserted as it was at the beginning, and every day, someone would bring the most vegetarian food, and he looked pious, as if he was worshipping some great god. They did a good job, as if I was really a good omen. If so, how could Jimo's right arm ......

To this day, he still doesn't mention it, and I don't even know who the person who attacked him is, and whether the wound will hurt or not.

In the past, Jimo always loved cavalry attacks, and a small force kept provoking the anger of the ghost side, and the time to go out of the camp to respond to the battle was uncertain. Now, he has a heavy army in his hands, and he is no longer dealing with the hussars of the ghost side, and the tactics he uses are no longer the same as before. It's rare to see him face the enemy in person, and he looks more and more like a strategist. Even so, the opportunity to see him was pitiful. He no longer faced the sword, but he was more tired than he was from the charge. Every time I went to see him, I always stuffed me with a cup of tea and pushed me into the account, as if I had to deliver that cup of tea.

The center of his eyebrows became deeper and deeper each time, and the tea was cold again and again.

It was a smooth southward journey, but it stopped in this small city, and it was a month.

The city seems to be small and vulnerable, and there is only one name that can be considered extravagant—Feather. But it's such a small place, and the attack will not last for a month. They say that the real wealth and prosperity are in the south of the feather, and this city is actually a wall, protecting the rich land in the south.

The strong attack could not be forced, even outwitting made the Jiugao army struggle hard, but in the end, it was resolved one by one. It was as if the town was solid, as if everything was false.

I sat across from him, his eyes still on the map, a pair of eyes that refused to let go of a detail, the slightest opportunity. I have seen him like this when he was under the city of Bezhou. At that time, I also came to hand him tea, and that cup of tea, like this, was cold a little bit, and there was no steaming heat. Last time, I saw the clue, but this time, I don't have a clue.

In the current situation, he must take down the feathers, otherwise, the army will not have enough food and grass to go south, so he can only return it to the north. After a month of empty consumption, the army's reserves were insufficient, so they left Yuyu and captured the nearby city. Even if the soldiers can endure it, there is no city that can fill the grain and grass as before, except for the feather buds, and the land behind the turtle.

Feathers, you have to take it! Even if it's all or nothing!

A cold wind blew, and when I turned around, it was a gust of north wind that rolled up the curtains, and it was cold for a while. I rubbed my hands, my already cold physique, and these hands were even colder at the moment. On his body, he was still wearing iron armor, cold and hard, and the candle shadow was swaying, revealing a cold light.

Lightly took out a robe and slowly draped it over his shoulders. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were stunned, and then he calmed down, pressed my left hand on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Cold?" ”

I withdrew my hand and shook my head.

"It's late at night, go back and rest."

I didn't answer, looking at the tea on the table. The cold tea is bitter when I think it is, but I don't know if he will take a sip if he calls someone to change a cup with him?

Suddenly, he subconsciously stretched out his right arm, and the position where the sleeve tube hung down was as abrupt as the distance between the teacup. I knew the distance, and if his hand was still there, he would be able to hold the teacup at this moment. Not far and not close.

His gaze dimmed as ashes for a moment. But it was only for a moment, and the next moment, he let go of my hand, held the cup in his left hand, and drank it up.

"Go and rest." He raised the corners of his lips, and I couldn't tell if it was a laugh or not.

I nodded, and at times like this, I didn't know what to say, what to do, what to say was superfluous, and what I did was like pity. I understand that what he wants is to be quiet by himself and vent by himself. He wants to carry it himself, I don't force it, and when he gets tired one day, I will be by his side, which is the best thing. At the moment, all I can do is fulfill his wishes. In the end, it is a man, and in the eyes of a woman, it must always be great. I understood, so I didn't go to poke it, took the teacup and left.

He lost his right hand, not in a day or two, but in the habits of more than 20 years before, how can it be easily changed. As an emperor, he should indeed sit behind ten thousand people and strategize, but more than that, because of his right arm. Now that he is at the forefront of the battlefield, he will be a burden just like me. Instead of worrying about others, it is better to settle down with yourself. After all, this is a battlefield, and a distraction is the difference between life and death. I understand, he understands better.

Give him time, let him get used to it, let him retain the pride of a man.

Lowering the curtain, I took one last look at him to keep the north wind from getting in.

Weather, very cold.

That night, somehow, I woke up suddenly, covered in sticky cold sweat. Looking down at the palm of his hand, he shivered coldly, he hadn't recovered from the dream, and he didn't have half the strength to hold it. But I don't know what it was in that dream, just like that day, in Jingshi, the night he came back. Heart palpitations for no apparent reason, and as a result, he lost an arm. At this moment, there is still something to be expected.

I didn't have time to think about it, I went out with my shoes, and there was still a faint light in his tent, and the rest were just patrolling guards, and nothing else. It's as quiet as a normal night.

Maybe it's because I'm too careful.

Watching life and death every day, it is indeed expected to have some nightmares.

I went back to the couch, but I couldn't sleep again, and my hands and feet were cold and I didn't warm up in the middle of the night. In my heart, I have been anxious, looking forward to the dawn, but that night seems to be too long.

It wasn't until there was a bustle of people outside, and it was dark in front of my eyes.

"What's going on on this day?"

Someone screamed. I turned over and got out of bed, and hurriedly opened the curtain, which was just Jimo. Hearing the sound, he looked back at me faintly, and after a while, raised his left arm and pointed to the sky.

Looking up, dark clouds swept across the sky, and lightning struck from time to time, shocking the earth.

There was no rainstorm, just such a depressing and treacherous scene. It was as if the clouds were right overhead, within reach.

"Are you afraid?" He asked in a low voice.

I shook my head. Such a sight may be terrifying, but it is much better than the thunder and lightning that day in front of the horse.

"Your Majesty." Hairy leaned over and lowered his high-pitched voice, "One more mouth, doesn't this look like witchcraft?" ”

Black art.

"Look at the clouds and the wind, they are clearly coming from the south. Isn't it what they call auspicious, just a demon? ”

"If you talk nonsense, go to the doctor and prescribe some medicine." His words were tepid, but they made people feel a little relieved and down-to-earth.

Hairy Legs pursed his mouth and didn't say anything more.

On the horizon, there was a sudden burst of blazing. A bolt of lightning clings to the sky, suddenly sweeping across the sky. All around, all silent.

The lightning looked like a real dragon.

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart suffocated.

He suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed me, and I was shocked to realize that my body was shaking so much.

"It's not a big deal to get back into the tent." He said it lightly.

No, for some reason, I was so sure in my heart that I couldn't go back, I couldn't hide. The fleeting dragon form of the sky whipped my heart like a whip, but I could only watch.

Negative, at this time, maybe only he can give an answer.

The auspicious swagger of Vode, the twinkling dragon shadow in the south. I don't believe that such an extravagant court can still attract the true dragon to come into the world and sing praises of virtue. Could it be that in this world, there is really no way of heaven and no right path?

"Your Majesty, is it to withdraw the army or ......" A general approached cautiously and asked in a low voice. In such weather, people are panicking.

"It must not be withdrawn!" He was adamant. At present, the army is discouraged and difficult to attack south, but once it retreats, the lives of those dead soldiers and his right hand will be wasted in the nearly year of fighting.

"The Emperor's ......"

"I want to see what a real dragon looks like! What does the way of heaven look like! He stood with his hands in his hands, his posture standing tall and majestic, and the look on his face was solemn. Suddenly, it was that murderous aura, sweeping the heavens and the earth, even more than the dragon shape on the edge of the sky.

After a while, the thick clouds dissipated, and the sky was clear and clean as if nothing had happened.

In the distance, there is a figure, with a half-scattered belt, a wide-sleeved shirt, with a bit of fairy wind bones, and falling asleep in white.

"Mr. Xu!"

Negative. Hairy said that he went north, but the direction he came from was south.

I frowned unconsciously, there were so many things that needed to be asked.

"Mr. Xu, please enter the account." Jimo opened his mouth and spoke warmly.

He just bowed his head in agreement, and the people next to him, he didn't even look at it, and walked forward.

Jimo personally lifted the curtain for him, retreated everyone, and then left me behind, even if I was puzzled, I stood in place, not moving.

"There is a vision in heaven. Some people turn away from the way of heaven and go against the sky. "For some reason, I always feel that when I say this, my eyes are on me.

Have I done anything that has caused the anger of man and God?

Fingers secretly twisted together. Is it because Jimo said that I am Xiangrui? After all, I was born as a demon, and naturally I am not auspicious. Such a thing, do you need such a painstaking warning from the birth of a real dragon?

"What the hell is going on, Ke Bu Ji is the murderer?" Jimo asked.

The negative man raised his eyes slightly, his gaze cold: "It is unknowable if it is not heaven and man." This is a scourge of heaven, and it will surely poison the four wildernesses. ”

"The Scourge of the Covenant or the Scourge of the Nine Gaos?"

Somehow, his gaze looked at me again, just a dragonfly glance that chilled all around me.

"The emperor's broken arm can be cured." He said this suddenly, ignoring Na Fu Qi and Jiu Gao.

Jimo's eyes flickered slightly, I know how seriously he values his right arm, his country, his war, all rely on this hand to maintain.

"It's been two months."

"Healable." The negative statement is categorical.

"How?"

I remember treating my wounds before leaving, but with a light touch from my hand, my broken bones were healed. If he says that ink is curable, I believe it.

The negative man finally tilted his head towards me, raised his sleeves slightly, and couldn't see half of his emotions in his eyes: "Give me Liao Xiao's soul, and I will heal your arm." ”

Mr. Xu...... What does this mean? ”

"You can't afford to keep her soul." The negative is approaching step by step. I stood still, pondering what he meant.

Others said that they simply wanted my life, so why did he have to say that he wanted my soul?

The bearer raised his hand to hold my wrist, and it was cold.

"It's gone." Jimo strode forward and snatched my hand, and in an instant, it was warm and hot.

"I still have my left hand, Mr. Don't work for it."

"You're gambling with the world!" The words of the negative are gloomy and frightening, "God is not on your side!" Keep her, you will be defeated, and you will be buried with the world without a whole corpse! ”

"I am a departure from the East, believing in the destiny of heaven and personnel. Sir, I don't need to say much. She, I will never let go. ”

They don't let each other go, but I only remember that sentence, there is no corpse to be buried in the world.

My mind was full of gibberish. Will he die? Because I? Am I really ominous, bringing only calamity and death? If so, I'd rather leave and offer my soul with both hands - if I still have a soul after nearly twenty years of life, it is also given to me by Jimo, and now, I should return it.

"Your Majesty, can you let me talk to Miss Liao." The mouth of the negative is bland and amazing.

"I ......"

"Let's talk about it alone." He added, truncating Jimo's words.

"Mr. Xu should go through a long journey today, so it is better to rest for a day." Jimo's tone, inevitably indifferent, sandwiched with stiff respect.

"The long journey is a bit of an exaggeration." He glanced into my eyes, as if to say that a thousand miles would only blink an eye at him.

I know, almost believe, that he is.

Secretly helped Jimo's hand, perhaps, I can talk to the negative servant, I need to understand, what is the soul. I should ask for the almost forgotten past, the words he said that he had never heard of in the Spiritual Realm, that could not be explained.

Jimo frowned and stared, his eyes were deep. I know that he already has a grudge against Mr. Xu, and it is inevitable that those who are in high positions will become more and more suspicious. This is a simple truth that has been evident since the book he gave me when I was seven years old.