In Du Luobin's eyes, Zhu'an said that he was a young man, it was not suitable, he was always firm and calm, hiding a youthful heart, although he was gentle and indisputable, but between being neither humble nor arrogant, he had left others far behind, and he was a little different from a real person.

He had never seen such a terrifying look on his face.

It was like a storm, the sky and the earth changed color, and there was a cold glow in the eyes.

Impatient and reckless.

At this time, he realized that it was probably not that he didn't have a youthful heart, but he didn't want to show it easily.

Du Luobin, who came after him, disappeared from the tip of his tongue with the words of questioning.

Looking at the mess in the girl's tent, I was a little overwhelmed, this ...... What's going on?

Did someone break into the tent and commit murder?

As if he remembered something, he hurried to the camp next door, but in just a few steps, there was a trace of luck in his heart, maybe...... Weaving dreams are in his tent.

But he didn't have to lift the curtain at all, he could feel that there was no human breath here.

He couldn't find Weaving Dreams.

He could only try to convince himself that Ah Meng had the illusion flower magic power to protect him, and he should be fine, it should be like this.

By the way, the last person who saw Weaving Dreams should be the only one who entrusted him to send the soup to the jailer, Lao Wu, who grabbed the curtain and didn't move anymore, and took a deep breath, "General Du, can you help me call Lao Wu over." ”

Du Luobin didn't ask much, turned his head and ran towards the wounded soldiers.

Zhu'an searched around inside and outside the tent, trying to find some clues, eager to catch a glimpse of some traces left by Weaving Dreams, however, in addition to the mess in one place, there were also a few dazzling traces of blood, Weaving Dreams seemed to suddenly evaporate from this small space, and they couldn't be found everywhere.

Zhu'an picked up the letter that Weaving Dream had been thinking about from the ground and carefully put it in his arms.

Something wasn't quite right, who could hurt Weaving Dreams?

Lao Wu soon followed Du Luobin to come, and when he saw the great change in the tent of Weaving Dreams, his face turned pale, and before he could ask Zhu'an, he knelt down with a plop.

The weaving dream was gone, Du Luobin was also anxious, and when he was on the road, he asked the fifth child a few words, and the fifth thought of the situation that happened at that time, and suddenly guessed a little roughly, and his heart became worried.

"Childe ......" He didn't dare to hide it, knelt on the ground and told Wan Zhaohe about running into Wan Zhaohe when delivering soup at noon, "...... Big, the eldest lady said that she helped send it over, and her subordinates didn't dare to be disobedient, so they had to give her the food box, and her subordinates didn't expect it to be, it would ......"

Zhu An didn't care about talking nonsense with him, reached out and grabbed his shoulder, and asked eagerly: "You haven't seen Weaving Dream with your own eyes?" You didn't come here, then, where is the food box?"

The fifth child was frightened by his appearance at this time, and stammered back: "Yes, it was taken away by the eldest lady!"

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When Zhu'an broke in, Wan Zhaohe was sitting at the table in a daze, and he saw the familiar food box at the corner of the table at a glance, and his face was ugly.

Wan Zhaohe was startled by him, and stood up at a loss, "Why are you here......"

Hearing Wan Zhaohe take the food box, he had some terrible conjectures in his heart, ignored her, walked straight over and opened the lid and reached out to pick up the bowl.

Wan Zhaohe's face froze, and he was in a state of confusion, so he brought the food box back in a daze, and was now thinking about what to do with this food box, but he didn't expect Zhu'an to come over.

...... He got it?

She was a little afraid to look up at him.

Looking at the residues in the bowl, a residual smell of medicine came to his nose, all kinds of medicinal smells were familiar to him, this medicine was obviously poisonous!

Therefore, the blood of the ground is ......

Not daring to think about it again, his fingers trembled a little and he could barely hold the bowl, and a wave of hatred rushed up.

Wan Zhaohe was a little anxious, "No, Zhu'an, you listen to me, I just, I just want to tease her......"

"Teasing her?"

He grabbed Wan Zhaohe's collar in a faux puff and yelled viciously, "Wan Zhaohe!

The panicked Wan Zhaohe subconsciously wanted to justify: "No, it's not like this, I ......"

Juan's collar loosened her collar, not wanting to look at her again, and ran out the door in a hurry.

"Hey, where are you going, come back!" Wan Zhaohe stomped his foot hatefully, and turned a deaf ear.

He's going to find her, he's going to have to hurry up and find her!

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In the northwest after the snow, the sky is high and the earth is far away, and the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The early spring has not yet revealed half of its color, the night dew wets people's clothes, and the sound of horses' hooves is urgent, with some echoes in this vast snowfield.

After the silver snake pass, not far away is the dock city, there is a high city wall built outside the dock city, the city gate towers, after hundreds of wind and rain baptism, towering vicissitudes, that is the last line of defense on the northwest land, bless this side of the world, block the wind and snow raging in the northwest.

The nearest house of the 100,000 people living in the dock city was only a few miles away from the root of the wall, and they turned a blind eye to the black and oppressive wall, and even merged into one.

The people of Wucheng are like the people of countless city-states in this vast land, busy living, and have always been attached to the land under their feet.

The lights were bright, and the high city wall shrank into a withered black shadow in sight.

On the snowy field, Zhu An rode his horse like crazy, only to feel as if something was shattered in the cold night wind of the northwest with his full emotions.

He searched almost the entire Northwest, but ......

He couldn't find Weaving Dreams.

He didn't even know where to look for her!

Could there be anything more painful and convicting than this?

When such a big thing happened, did his girl also expect that he would appear by her side in time?

However, he did not perceive the danger coming, did not appear in time, he left her alone, he made her miserable.

That expectation was probably nothing but disappointment.

Didn't he promise that he would always be by her side, protect her well, and promise her to be old, but he lost his words like this, how could he deal with himself, and how could he be embarrassed?

asked himself over and over again, and every time he asked, his heart hurt an inch more, tossing and turning, and Ling Chi was late.

As he ran, he felt his heart hollowed out.

Losing his drive, the horse under the seat slowly stopped, leaving a string of horseshoe marks on the snow, like a heavy sigh, Du Luobin rode behind him, his face was no longer the same as before, and he was a little serious.

He called him, "Childe ......"

He knew what Zhu'an wanted to do, but now, Zhu'an couldn't go.

Zhu'an's fingers rubbed the sword spike on the hilt of Changqing's sword, and he muttered in a low voice as if he was a little distracted.

"You know what? Amon needs me right now. ”

"She usually looks very strong, like an all-powerful girl, but in fact she is extremely sensitive, and can easily feel uneasy, if such a thing happens, if I don't go to her, how sad she must be......"

"She's going to be upset......"

His voice was a little low, and his tone did not tremble, but Du Luobin's nasal cavity was sour for a while.

Du Luobin is not too young, but he has always been a single.

After all, he is a genuine general with high achievements in the imperial court, and it is not difficult to get married.

It was he who did not want to.

It's not that I've never liked anyone, after all, who doesn't have a little soft-hearted and long-term love for children, but people who feel that they are fighting for their lives on the battlefield, once they have a concern in their hearts, they will become afraid of death.

Not only will he be afraid of death, but people he likes will also be afraid of his death.

It's all a disappointment.

Simply be free and easy, come and go alone, life and death.

He understands the weight of liking a person, and he also understands the heaviness of loss.

He heard Zhu'an's mood clearly.

It was like a thorn stuck in his throat, so blocked that Du Luobin couldn't say a word.

The armor on his body suddenly showed a piercing chill, cold and heavy, and it weighed heavily on his heart.

What is he doing?

Persuade him not to go to Weaving Dreams? Don't be rash at this time? Because the war in the northwest needs him, and because the army can't do without him, so I want him to think clearly and choose clearly? Do you want him to put the safety of the country first? Do you want him to give up the girl he loves?

When he said such a thing, he really looked like a bastard.

On the endless snowfield, in the silent lonely night in the northwest, the cold dew is shared, and their shadows are crushed into the night.

Zhu'an suddenly lowered his head and buried his face in the palm of his hand, like a painful little beast wailing.

The voice came out muffled.

"But I can't help it now...... There's no way to find her......"

I can't tell who is who, but it just causes people to cry.

Du Luobin felt the sourness in his nasal cavity and hurriedly burrowed into his eyes, as if he had poured a sip of spirits, the spicy taste, and choked out tears.

The road out of the northwest is just ahead, looming under the cover of dry grass covered with frost and snow, and behind him is the lights of Wucheng.

For the first time, Zhu'an felt lost in his heart.

The family and the country are all over the world, the love of children is long, how can there be great love without small love, and how can there be a long stay without a family and country.

This choice was placed in front of him, like a knife cut in his heart, and he had to cover his bloodstained scars and repeatedly self-defeating.

It's a really hard choice.