After rebirth, I ran wild in the heart of His Highness the Prince

Xiaowu's young life was passing by rapidly.

He whimpered in pain, and Qin Zhongwan heard it. He wanted to live, not die.

Qin Zhongwan felt powerless as never before and could only watch a life passing by.

Since the war began, although Daxuan had the advantage, there were also countless casualties.

Although it was not the first time in the military camp, Qin Zhongwan's mood was as sad as ever every time he saw it.

"Xiaowu..." Qin Zhongwan looked at the gray and tender face that was suffering from pain, his throat felt astringent, and he fell into silence for a long time.

She didn't know what to say to comfort a dying man.

"……I……"

Xiaowu's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had broken away from the layers of fog and finally saw the light of day.

Qin Zhongwan heard what he was mumbling, and she subconsciously moved closer, "Xiao Wu, say it again, what are you talking about?"

"Marry, daughter-in-law, filial piety to... parents..."

Xiao Wu's breath was weak. He raised his hand, but quickly dropped it weakly. Qin Zhongwan grabbed it and held it tightly, "Xiao Wu will be fine, everything will be fine. Your parents are still waiting for you at home." Woolen cloth."

As he spoke, Qin Zhongwan couldn't help but shed tears.

The hand she was holding tightly was rough and cracked, all signs of Xiao Wu's suffering.

It's unfair for God to take away such a young life.

The warmth in his hands gradually disappeared, Xiao Wu's voice became weaker and weaker, and the light in his eyes burst out in an instant, but disappeared immediately.

Qin Zhongwan heard his last words.

"I want to go home."

I don't know how much time passed, but Qin Zhongwan's tentacles were cold, and death was like a lamp going out. She looked at that hand and that person with red eyes, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

There was a deathly silence in the sick camp.

When Xiao Wu was still alive, he was very carefree, joking about the stitched wounds on his abdomen. He was also young in the camp, and many people regarded him as a younger brother.

The wound that was stitched up yesterday was fine. Who could have expected that something strange would happen today?

……

"Xiao Wu, let's go."

Only when I spoke out did I realize that my voice had become so hoarse, needless to say, I was sad.

Qin Zhongwan stretched out his hand with difficulty and closed his eyes gently. His eyelids were slightly cold. Xiao Wu's heroic spirit should have returned to his hometown, back to his familiar hometown and his beloved parents.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, it was Gu Siyuan.

When he heard from Chang An that someone in the camp was not well, he asked Qin Zhongwan to go and see him, and he suddenly didn't even think about eating.

However, it seems that it is still a step too late.

Qin Zhongwan slowly placed Xiaowu's left hand beside him, took a deep breath, pretended to be calm, and turned his head to face a pair of worried dark pupils, reflecting Qin Zhongwan's haggardness at this moment.

"You came."

"Night."

In just two words, Gu Siyuan's tone was complicated.

Qin Zhongwan shook his head, "I'm fine, Doctor Shen. Could you please help arrange Xiao Wu's funeral? He has been poisoned and cannot be disposed of at will."

She pretended to be calm and ordered, and Doctor Shen nodded naturally, "You don't have to worry about the funeral. Your Highness, Doctor Qin, you will take good care of me."

Everyone could see how fragile Qin Zhongwan was now, as if he was swaying in the wind and rain.

Qin Zhongwan walked out of the tent and stared blankly at the blood stains on his hands.

The dazzling red was then covered by a big hand with clear joints. Gu Siyuan gently wiped away the blood on it. Qin Zhongwan did not respond and tears fell quietly.