I seemed to have slept for a long time, but I was restful and did not dream again. When I woke up, I barely recognized what I saw.

It was already dark, and he was looking at the map again, only this time, close to the couch.

"Awake?" He spoke suddenly, without even turning his head. For a moment, I even thought that he was not talking to me.

He picked up his pen and swiped it on the map, and then he turned his head and brushed my forehead. In an instant, the cool temperature of his fingertips was very comfortable.

He frowned slightly and said, "Don't work so hard, I'll be distressed." ”

I didn't meet his gaze again, carefully staggering.

"Your leg ......," he asked, very carefully, "does it hurt?" ”

I thought about it and shook my head.

He didn't speak for a long time, just looked at me, the lights flickering, and his face was very gentle.

"I'm going to bring a bowl of porridge. You've been asleep for a long time. He tugged at the corners of his lips, "I've already captured two cities." ”

Has it been so long? The two cities are not something that can be taken down in a day or two.

"You're back, things are going a lot better." His smile was shallow.

I've been gone for too long, and I'm worrying him? In the world, he may be the only ordinary person who will worry about me like this.

He got up, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned to look at me, his eyes were deep, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, and just walked away.

The armor was still the same set of armor, but from a distance, the person in the armor was thin.

I came from Beijing and delayed for a long time, and when I came back, his army did not advance much south, and at that moment, I was worried about him, but I fell asleep so unhappily and slept for so long.

The days I left, he didn't feel much better than me.

The war did not go well, the southern demons confused the public, but there was such a natural disaster in Wolongkou. It looks, just like ...... It's like God is taking care of Vode. Mortals can't see God, they can only look at Him, he is the Son of Heaven. His words are very important and affect the world at every turn. He was alone, under all the pressure, and I left him at this time.

I'm not the only one who has been struggling along the way.

He came back in a short time with a bowl of porridge in his hand. My nose was blocked and I couldn't smell the fragrance, but looking at the steaming heat made my belly feel warm.

"Don't move, I'll help you up, and the doctor told me not to touch your legs." He said in a deep voice, strode over, put the bowl aside, and then put his arm under me, and slowly lifted me up, without pulling half of the wound.

He freed his hand, turned around, picked up the spoon, scooped a mouthful of porridge, blew it cold, and twisted it to my lips.

Without his right hand, he also had a hard time doing such a trivial thing as eating.

I opened my lips and took a sip of porridge, without saying anything or interrupting him.

He's working so hard that he doesn't need anyone to remind him of his cripples. He is willing to do it, no matter how difficult it is, I will stay by his side, watch quietly, and support him when he is tired.

"The old man has improved his craft?" He said with a smile, turning back with a filled spoon.

I nodded slightly.

Vegetable leaves were placed in the porridge, finely chopped, and boiled until soft.

"Eat more."

He leaned over and handed another spoonful.

The light of the jumping light suddenly fell silent, and his outline was clear for a moment. After many days of absence, the edges and corners of his face became more and more distinct. Obviously with a smile, the little wrinkle in the center of the eyebrows will not disappear, only in his twenties, with this wrinkle, won't he get old?

On the contrary, this subtle trace between his eyebrows is very tasteful. The way he smiled, he couldn't see the anger of the battlefield, and the appearance of a pair of eyebrows softening was actually a bit fairy-like, even beyond the negative one. It's just that he often wears cold, hard and heavy armor, and he always smells of war on his body.

I raised my hand and nudged his hand, pushing the spoon to his lips. The shape of his lips is clean and neat, and the slightly raised corners of his lips are very captivating.

He was stunned for a moment, looked at me, and smiled: "Don't dislike me?" ”

After smacking some taste, I turned pale and lowered my head, but he swallowed the spoonful of porridge in a big gulp. When he turned around and brought it to my lips, he didn't know what to do.

That meal ended in a situation where I didn't know how to eat, but it was a pity that the old man took care of me.

As if I couldn't wake up, I slept soundly at his place for two more days before I regained some energy. In just two days, he once again marched south.

I've only just returned, and his war seems to be going a lot better. Every time he talked about it, he took me more and more disregarded etiquette and said, "Aren't you auspicious?" "It's a very flamboyant mouth, and it's so natural.

After a few victories, the atmosphere in the barracks finally eased a little when I returned, and the people were no longer so panicked.

I suddenly remembered the victory that had taken me a long time to usher in when I was in another state, and he took me to chase the remnants of the ghost side on a single horse, and his horse was very fast, and no matter how close the generals were, they didn't follow. When the ghost soldiers laid out their bows and crossbows, I thought that everything was over, and people like Jimo would eventually die from carelessness.

However, no, he smiled lightly and said that I am Xiangrui, that day, God took care of him as if he really regarded him as the "Son of Heaven", let him survive the catastrophe, and let the ghost people flee without a fight.

It would be nice if we could have won like that this time.

The destiny of heaven is indisobedient, and I went north all the way, and there were many gossips among the people of Jiugao. If he can successfully capture Pingjing, then no matter how much Fu Qi takes advantage of the heavenly opportunity, the folk rumors will slowly fade.

He pondered the distribution of the siege sergeants even along the road, and I could not disturb him, and when I left the camp again, I could only signal the people next to me to come to the new camp and prepare another tent for me. When he returned, he lay in his tent, and I was tired and sleepy, and he had dragged his generals into other tents to discuss many of his military affairs, and I did not know where he would rest when he was tired. In this way, I don't know how to spread gossip and chew the root of the tongue among the officers and soldiers of the three armies? Emperor Jiugao was deceived by witchcraft?

Ordinary people are scolded by the world because of arrogance and lasciviousness, he is Mo Dongli, the first monarch of Jiugao, but because of witchcraft, he can also be called unique.

The negative man handed over the letter from somewhere, and handed it to me, a thin piece of paper, just a few lines, only a slight mention that Qingqiu Mountain is located in the south, and the rest are urging us to go over as soon as possible, he always said that there is no time, there is no time. I didn't know what his timing standard was, but I couldn't help but feel anxious when he urged him to do so. However, I know that if I don't capture Pingjing and completely destroy Fuqi, Jimo won't leave easily if he says anything.

There is no ice cellar like the palace in the battlefield, and Jimo has promised to end everything before the weather warms up, but how can it be so easy? The deed has existed for more than 100 years, and the emperor has lost the treasury extravagantly, but there is still a breath left, and not all the royal family are gentlemen. I heard that he has recently encountered a strong opponent, and he has fought back and forth many times, not losing or winning, not advancing or retreating, which makes people upset and irritable.

He was the one who couldn't be irritable, and every day he thought about it with a cold breeze blowing outside the tent. That day, I caught a glimpse of him as I served him tea, and he looked at his right arm in the north wind. Is he thinking that if his right arm is still there, he can still go to the battlefield, there will be no such and such troubles, and there is no need for such sorrows?

There is not much expression on his face, in front of others, he always looks majestic, in the eyes of the soldiers of the three armies, he must be a person who stands up to the sky, even if he loses the most important arm, he can be calm and find his suitable position. However, these people don't understand, since he first started his army and chased the ghost side all the way, he was wielding a sword and rushing to the front. The highest commander is also the most open-minded one. After ascending the throne, he will naturally not be like that again, he will be hugged everywhere he goes, but on the battlefield, he will also go to the battlefield in person, no matter how many people protect him, he always looks like the beginning, and because of this, the military heart is cohesive. After losing his arm, he couldn't go to the battlefield, and I don't know what the people in the barracks would say or think? Sympathize? Contempt? Scorn? Lament? Fear? None of them were what he wanted. He wants to be like a normal person, a normal him, but no one knows.

He survived such a thing by himself. He had nothing to be upset about.

But looking at his expression, I suddenly had a question in my heart, perhaps, let's go to Qingqiu Mountain first?

I didn't dare to ask him, for fear that he would be too sensitive to the matter of his arm, and that he would refuse too neatly, as if he was hiding something.

Later, he led the army to conquer, still the "fierce enemy", he commanded the army for three days and three nights, sleepless, I watched a sealed war report in front of him, one by one orders were transmitted to the battlefield, three days, inside and outside the camp, everyone was not allowed to rest. This time, the winner was finally decided.

He lost.

Under the gaze of everyone, he still looked indifferent, turned around, and entered the account.

I followed, and stood silently in the tent. And he stood there, unable to go into battle, but his armor had not gone, and now it seemed as if without those hard, straight armors, he was about to collapse before me.

I remembered the dream, the dream in which he turned into blood and dust in front of me, and all of a sudden, the dream overlapped with reality, and the vision made my heart palpitate.

I hurried over to hold him, but found that he was standing well, and there was no sign of him about to overturn.

Luckily, it was just a dream.

It took him a long time to turn his head and pull out a faint smile, the most ugly one: "Liao Xiao." ”

He didn't sleep for three days, his eyes were red and frightened, he hoarsed his throat over and over again, and his rough voice seemed to polish my cochlea.

At that moment, for some reason, I always felt that I had to say something, and his gaze fell on my face, as if if if I didn't say anything, he would fall in an instant.

“…… I'm here. I replied in a low voice, and he was stunned again if it was completely meaningless.

"I know." The corners of his lips raised again, "Don't worry, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and I won't collapse so easily." ”

It is true that victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, but such a defeat, three days and three nights, all the same wars, no one wants to lose. The more troops, time, and energy he invested, the less likely he was to win it back after a crushing defeat.

"It's been a long time since Vouche had such a capable general." His words were inaudible.

I watched him quietly.

"Wouldn't it be better if I had a right hand?" There was a little caution in his voice, a little uncertainty, not knowing whether he was asking me or himself.

I just nodded vigorously.

If he can go to the battlefield in person, then there is no possibility of the military situation being delayed, and the military spirit will be much more cohesive than it is now.

He lowered his head and looked at his right arm, very quiet.

I grabbed his left arm and shook it slightly, and he looked up and looked away. I took the letter from my sleeve and handed it to him. It's not that he hasn't read it, and Mr. Xu's letter will naturally reach him as soon as possible, but he read it, but he didn't say anything. At that time, he was reluctant to leave the battlefield.

But now, he just looked at the envelope in a daze, and didn't even open it again, he knew the contents, and he didn't want to look at it again.

"I can't leave." He opened his mouth for a long time, and he gave the reason, and I don't know who he was talking to.

I grabbed his sleeve and shook it again.

Some things, no matter how many reasons or fears, have to be faced, sooner or later.

"Wait until today's events are over." There was a compromise in his tone.

He tasted defeat, he was the coach and couldn't leave. I know that, but how long is there, how long is left? Without victory, no one's heart will be steady, but can he wait for the day when he wins the battle?

He looked at the letter he was holding in his hand again, moved his thumb lightly, and suddenly raised his eyes and said, "Qingqiu Mountain, is it in the south?" ”

I looked at him and nodded. That's what it says in the letter.

"In Vouche?"

I hung my head. All the way south, I have never heard of Qingqiu Mountain, and if there is, it can only be in Fuqi further south. But if we don't capture it, how can we go south?

"Departing in five days." His words were too crisp, appearing and disappearing. For a moment, I thought it was just an illusion.

He looked at my incredulous appearance and curled the corners of his lips: "Haven't you been thinking about this all the time?" What, don't want to go? ”

I thought, I was going crazy.

He has the pride to go against the sky, and he can not believe his words, but I can't help it. If that were the case, I wouldn't have gone back to Beijing to retrieve his severed arm. The south is mild, and it won't be long before an arm that leaves the body begins to rot, and we don't have much time to delay. But in this case, there is no way to talk to him. Now that he has promised to leave in five days, I am naturally glad.

However, who knows what will happen if you go south in such a hurry?

"Don't worry, we'll be very secluded and safe when we go over the mountain road." He patted me on the top of my head.

Since then, I have spent five days in anticipation, but he has not rested for a moment, mobilized troops and horses, attacked in small groups, took a granary in Volde, and commanded the team back and forth to interfere with the other party. His rival never told me who it was.

I don't have the heart to ask anymore, my mind is full of the south, the close-fitting weapons and soft armor are complete, the dry food and clothing are well retracted, and I feel that there are too many things, and they are all deleted. My legs weren't healed yet, but I started bouncing around on one leg in the tent.

The enthusiasm in my heart is a taste that I have not tasted in my life for nearly 20 years, but when I am idle, I feel a little disobedient and weird.

Nothing has changed me so quickly, and neither has Imo.

"Liao Wei."

I looked up, and he lifted the curtain and entered.

"Military affairs have been handed over to General Nan, we can go."

General Nan is the father of Nanqing, and he is a veteran under him, calm, capable, and very reassuring.

Until this moment, I began to get scared. My heart was up and down, my hands and feet were cold, and I didn't know what I was afraid of. I could only reluctantly answer him, reaching out to reach for the light burden.

The mountain road was difficult to walk and I could not sit in a carriage, and my leg injury was not healed and I could not ride alone, so I rode with him, and led a replacement horse, and then officially set off. Thinking that he is an emperor, such a reason is reasonable. Therefore, we had to go from the north and then back to the south, in order to avoid the mouth of Youyou.

Halfway along the road, I suddenly thought, if he wasn't a king, if he hadn't been born in troubled times, I wouldn't be like this, wouldn't I have to go through such a roundabout way to avoid sight? Is it possible to walk in the sun and be surrounded by no one?

didn't look up, just looked at the pattern on the placket of his heart, and sighed softly.

As fate would have it, he was a noble man. You can't escape, you can't hide.

Think about how I was cold, contemptuous, and disgusted with him at the beginning, but now, he has become an emperor, why am I willing to bow and worship?

No, no.