The crescent moon is like a hook, and the frost is outside.

Shuhua has been sitting alone in the dream weaving tent all night.

She and Weaving Dreams once slept together in this small tent, talking heartily at night.

She once said to her, "You can always use me as your retreat." ”

She really thinks so.

However, things are not people, and the mountains and rivers are wide, which hurts people the most.

Although he carefully cleaned up the mess in the post, the blood stains on the ground still could not be erased.

It's like a burst of melted tears.

Watching quietly, Shuhua was a little distracted, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

At least, before she came to the northwest, she never thought that this would be the result.

At that time, she also wrote a letter and made an appointment with Zhimeng, saying that she wanted to come to see her.

But now?

Why is it like this?

Weaving dreams have been taken away from their families since they were children, growing up alone, suffering from the betrayal and hatred of their masters, such a broken fate has been bitter, she finally found her again, she really wants to make up for the missing years between them little by little, at least, she has to protect Weaving Dreams, so that Weaving Dreams will not be hurt in any way, she said, in the future, there will be her.

Shuhua buried her cheeks in the palm of her hand, only to feel a lot of pain.

When she left home, her mother repeatedly told her that when she returned home this time, she must bring Weaving Dream with her, so that she could take a look.

However, she could not do anything, and she broke her promise.

When she was suffering, did Weaving Dream also want her to be by her side.

It is said that there is a unique telepathy between twins, and when one person is injured, the other person will immediately feel it even if he is thousands of miles away.

Is it because Weaving Dream doesn't want her to suffer, so he ruthlessly cut off the induction between them?

She didn't notice anything.

She was still hurrying with joy to see her sooner.

How so?

She now wondered where Weaving Dream had gone, and how was she doing?

Are you okay?

She wanted to be by her side at once, to protect her so that they would never be separated again.

In a low voice, only his face was wet.

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In order not to arouse the vigilance of the Huns, the camp of the Northwest Battalion remained the same, everything was as usual, and even the camp tents where they were stationed were not removed, and even the soldiers who patrolled the camp were arranged as usual, standing guard and patrolling one after another, so as to play a cover, so that the Huns could not detect anything unusual.

Under Du Luobin's orders, he divided the large army into small batches, gathered the momentum, and left secretly, so that it would not attract attention and facilitate the deployment of jurisdiction, and the generals and soldiers also actively cooperated, performed their duties, and carried out orders in an orderly manner.

The evacuation was done neatly, and in less than a day, most of the affairs of the general had been neatly sorted out and began to be quietly transferred.

In view of the urgency of time, the grain and grass sent by Shuhua and Mu Feibai had already left the northwest camp on the way to evacuate, and the soldiers followed closely behind, rushing to Wucheng in a low-key manner, preparing to assist the people of Wucheng to evacuate.

According to the estimated time, it should be possible to evacuate all the people in Dock City before the arrival of the tenth.

As long as it is ensured that the dock city has been evacuated before the Xiongnu attack the city, it will be regarded as breaking the deadlock and preserving the people of the dock city.

Shuhua didn't sleep well last night, and Mu Feibai was naturally not in the mood to sleep peacefully, but he didn't go in to disturb, just quietly accompanied Shuhua outside all night.

Now that he was also needed in the army, he cheered up, ran around the army, and helped Du Luobin command the soldiers to reorganize their armaments and leave.

The "shell" of the Northwest camp remained, and most of the contents still had to be taken away.

After most of the soldiers withdrew in a low-key manner, the huge camp looked a little empty, except for the soldiers who stayed behind to defend the city, only a few people remained.

Among them were Emperor Jing and other ministers.

If you have to stay behind, generally speaking, the high-ranking courtiers will always leave before the soldiers.

However, the ministers looked in good spirits, and it seemed that they had not recovered from the blow of that day, and they couldn't pull them down, and when the evacuation began, no one rushed to leave, and it dragged on until the end.

Besides, Emperor Jing Wei Feng, he didn't want to leave so easily, but the army began to retreat, and it was meaningless for the ministers to insist on staying.

The ministers also followed Emperor Jing slowly, preparing to leave together.

No matter how you say it, it is also the king's royal drive, so Du Luobin asked Zhu'an to send him off, and he also counted the number of courtesies of the monarch and ministers.

Mu Feibai didn't want Shuhua to be too sad, so he asked Zhu'an to take care of Shuhua, and Zhu'an took Shuhua over with him, but Shuhua was not very interested, and followed Zhu'an indifferently.

They greeted Emperor Jing and his party at the gate of the camp.

When he practiced, he should have said some words of encouragement, however, Emperor Jing and Zhu'an looked at each other and were silent.

Emperor Jing looked tired, his eyes were slightly sad, in the past few days, he seemed to be living in dire straits, and he couldn't be at peace for a moment.

The sword marks left by the Changqing Sword on the neck have not completely subsided, and there is a faint pain.

Maybe Zhu'an was right, not killing him would make him even more painful.

There were a few more gray hairs in his hair, and the whole person seemed to suddenly fall into old age.

When a person's heart grows old, it really can't stop the erosion of time.

All kinds of emotions are tumbling and unsettling, indescribable.

He looked at Zhu'an, who was standing silently, and after a long time, he finally said that sentence.

Perhaps, this is already his biggest concession.

Wei Feng said, "I'm sorry, Lin Xiao. ”

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Love or hate, it's too heavy.

After the taste of love and hate, you will understand how valuable it is to simply be by your side.

The cost of war is too tragic and people have lost too much.

Zhu'an just wants to end this catastrophe as soon as possible, if it is ...... If he can live, he will go and get the dream weaver back.

The loss of Weaving Dreams is not an exaggeration for him, and the past companionship is so gentle, but now the pain is only a lot more.

He didn't want to see such a tragedy again, although it was a lie, but many of them were very sincere.

He hopes that there will be no more wars in this world, that everyone can live and work in peace and contentment, and that there is no longer a need to worry about their lives, and that there will always be the person he wants to see waiting ahead.

It's not too late, he hopes.

Zhu'an nodded, his gaze left Wei Feng's face, and gently drifted into the distance.

That was the direction of the general's mound, where two empty graves were buried.

That was the cause planted by Emperor Jing Wei Feng, and it was also the fruit of past grievances.

Grievances, love and hate are tired, and tears become lotus love.

However, no matter how much people repent and make up for it, those deep sorrows will not be erased, it is the snow between the eyebrows, the mole in the palm, and the heart that will never be cured.

Zhu'an glanced at it from afar, as if making a final goodbye, and spoke.

"You don't have to apologize to me, I have no right to forgive you for your mistakes in the name of anyone, but when this war is over, go to the spirits of my parents to apologize. ”