Exiled, the Medical Concubine emptied the warehouse and escaped from the famine

Only then did Xie Ling have the time and mood to understand what had happened that day.

Zhou Wei mobilized half of his troops in the second raid.

But fortunately, Gu Yun was in charge, and Zhou Wei's main account had been messed up by Gu Wei. Zhou Wei had no support, no rear, and his morale was damaged...

In just two days, they were wiped out by Gu Yun and his group.

It was the day Xie Ling came.

Unfortunately, Gu Yun was busy looking for Gu Wei's body and was in a heavy mood, so he did not pursue the victory.

The emperor of Zhou Wei and a group of ministers fled back to Kyoto in a panic under the protection of 5,000 soldiers.

When Xie Ling heard this, her eyebrows raised in a cold arc.

In the following days, Gu Yun, Nangong Yu and others struck while the iron was hot and took all the cities near Zhou Wei into their possession.

Gu Wei was escorted to the nearest Wei Zhao city for recuperation, and Xie Ling was taking care of him.

Half a month has passed and Gu Wei shows no signs of waking up.

Xie Ling looked calm on the surface, but in fact she was in a state of confusion inside. She sat at the head of Gu Wei's bed every day, staring at him without blinking.

Wei Linglong looked anxious.

Xie Ling is still pregnant, how can she do this? She stays up late and eats nutritious food.

Although Xie Ling always agreed, when Wei Linglong woke up in the middle of the night, she was still sitting at the head of Gu Wei's bed, holding Gu Wei's hand. Her back looked thin and frail, which made people feel distressed.

Fortunately, after a few days, Pei's An Xuetao and others arrived.

Wei Xiuchu forcibly carried Xie Ling to the bed to rest. An Xuetao and Pei Shi went to cook for her with red eyes, all kinds of chicken soup, bird's nest, nutritious porridge...

But Xie Ling couldn't eat anything.

Apart from drinking some water, he spent the rest of the time staring at the bed in a daze.

Wei Xiuchu felt so distressed when he saw this that he had no choice but to carry Xie Ling to Gu Wei's bedside and put another bed near Gu Wei's bed so that Xie Ling could have some rest.

An Xuetao and Pei racked their brains, cooking different dishes every day, picking out light and nutritious ingredients to provide Xie Ling with nutritional supplements.

Xie Ling suffers from morning sickness and likes to eat sour food.

One night, she suddenly wanted to eat sour apricots.

Where can I find sour apricots in the autumn?

Wei Xiuchu asked around and learned that there was a small island at the southernmost end of Nanzhao State, where the weather was warm and mild, with spring-like weather all year round, and there might be apricots there.

Thousands of miles away, he immediately embarked on the journey.

He first rode a horse and then changed to a sailboat. When he encountered high mountains and deep forests, he used light skills. After traveling for nearly ten days, he brought back a basket of yellow apricots.

Wei Xiuchu tried it himself first and found it so sour that his teeth itched and his handsome features wrinkled into a frown.

He smiled and said, "A Ling, this thing is really sour, are you sure you want to eat it?"

Xie Ling grabbed the apricots and stuffed them into her mouth in a daze.

The extreme sourness filled her entire mouth, but nothing could compare to the sourness in her heart.

She ate while tears streamed down her face.

Wei Xiuchu was so distressed that he stood there at a loss, his eyes red with anxiety.

His voice sounded anxious, and he tried to speak in a gentle tone as he patted Xie Ling's back gently.

"A Ling? This is too sour. Let's not eat it, okay? What do you want to eat? Dad will find it for you. I heard that Chunhua City in Xiyao Country also has apricots, which may be sweeter. Dad will go there tonight-"

Before he finished speaking, Xie Ling suddenly dropped the apricot in her hand, smiled with curved eyes, and crystal tears fell on her pale face, like a dewy white lotus, fresh, soft and beautiful.

"No, thank you, Daddy. There will be apricots in spring. Let's wait for spring."

Wei Xiuchu sighed, his eyes passed Xie Ling and fell on the handsome young man with his eyes closed, his eyes full of heartache.

What a good child, why is his life so miserable?

His long eyelashes fluttered, and he gently touched the top of Xie Ling's head. "What else do you want to eat? Dad will find it for you."

Xie Ling shook her head.

"Dad, go back and rest. You've been running around for so many days and you're tired. I want to sleep."

Wei Xiuchu nodded, but was still a little worried, and kept looking back as he walked out of the courtyard.

He slowly left only after he saw Xie Ling's thin figure lying down.

When he returned to the yard, Wei Xiuchu found that An Xuetao was crying again.

The woman sat under the tree, her eyes were dull and as red as two walnuts.

The porridge was cooking next to me, but I didn't even notice it was burnt.

Having just finished coaxing the younger one, he went on to coax the older one.

He first turned off the stove next to him, then used a wet towel to gently wipe An Xuetao's cheeks and red and swollen eyes.

"Don't worry, Madam. Shi Jin is a lucky person and will be fine. A Ling has also been in much better condition in the past few days."

An Xuetao's voice choked with sobs, "You said that if Gu Wei never wakes up in his lifetime——"

Wei Xiuchu frowned and patted An Xuetao on the back.

"No, no."

The next day, Xie Ling disappeared and the bed was empty.

Only a letter was left on the desk.

Just a few simple words.

"I'm going out to relax. Don't worry, Dad and Mom. I'll leave Gu Wei in your care."

An Xuetao was extremely anxious and searched everywhere around the house.

Wei Xiuchu then called for soldiers to search the entire city and the area within a hundred miles, but there was no sign of Xie Ling.

Wei Xiuchu's heart slowly sank.

He probably knew where Xie Ling had gone.

*

The sky is high and the air is fresh, and the geese are flying south.

Autumn is always lonely.

The breeze was slightly chilly. Xie Ling stood in the distance of the canyon in plain clothes, staring at the pale blue sky. Her cold eyes showed no emotion at all.

This is the canyon where Gu Wei had the accident.

Guangyao Palace, Zhou Wei, Yaoshen Valley, Tonghua City......

She won't let any of them go.

*

Half a month ago, Canyon.

A bony hand emerged from the deep pit.

Then, that hand pushed away the boulder weighing over a thousand pounds, revealing a pale and handsome face.

The boy's facial features were as cold as smoke, his lips were bloodless, and blood was clotted on his black clothes, looking very miserable.

The sky is high and the sunlight is dim.

Shiqi frowned, and many images flashed through his mind.

His hands couldn't help but tremble, and even his thin body trembled slightly.

Extreme fear gripped his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. His throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound.

Suddenly, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his whole body fell forward like a piece of shredded paper.

The young man knelt on his knees, supporting himself with his thin wrists, his head lowered deeply, his long hair spread out, covering his pale face, and his thin lips trembling in pain.

He, he killed Gu Wei.

Killed Xie Ling's husband, Xie Ling's lover.

Xie Ling must hate him to death.

They can't even have a normal relationship, let alone be friends.

They are enemies.

He was the executioner who killed the one she loved.

This thought lingered in his mind for a long time, like a sharp blade, repeatedly stabbing his head and heart.

After a long time, Shiqi stood up in a daze.

He circled in the canyon for seven days. His hands were bloody, wounds all over his body became inflamed and infected, and his eyes went dark due to the pain.

Finally found the long sword that once stabbed Gu Wei's heart.

Then, the young man, feeling lonely and cold, and holding a long sword, went to Zhou Wei.

*

Xie Ling used some technological means and quickly arrived at Zhouwei Kyoto.

The once bustling streets were now empty and desolate. The setting sun cast a cold shadow on the pavilions and towers. Occasionally, a few cats and dogs ran by, stepping on the falling leaves, making a rustling sound.

Throughout the city, those who could run did so, and those who could not were captured and taken to the barracks as soldiers.

From the emperor and officials to the common people and soldiers, everyone was in panic.

Because the Beijiang army may attack at any time.

Xie Ling held her spear behind her back, the cold wind lifted her snow-white clothes, and her eyebrows and eyes were vague.

After taking a look at the imperial palace from a distance, she turned and headed for Guangyao Palace.

She likes to kill people one by one.

Koyoden is located on a green hill outside Kyoto.

The green sea and forest waves leave traces when the wind blows, revealing a corner of the elegant eaves.

Xie Ling climbed up the mountain steps, the dew wet her skirt, leaving traces of varying depths.

Arriving in front of the majestic hall, Xie Ling frowned.

The vast Jade Square was filled with corpses, all wearing the same black killer uniforms, lying in all directions.

In the center of the hall, a man was hanging.

The man died with his eyes open, his body covered in blood, his hands tied with a silk thread in a strange posture, hanging under a plaque with three large characters "Guangyao Hall".

After a while, a corpse was thrown out from the hall and fell heavily on the jade-white stone square, right at Xie Ling's feet, making a dull echo.

The next moment, a thin figure walked out of the hall.

Her hair is jet black like a waterfall, and her skin is whiter than snow. The extreme collision of white and black is shocking to the soul.

The moment the boy's figure was fully revealed, the sunlight rushed down, outlining his handsome eyebrows and eyes.

He was alone in his black clothes, and his whole body was quiet, as if he had isolated himself from the warmth of the entire world and was as cold as frost and snow.

The pine forest not far away made a rustling sound, and a bird flew by, leaving a trace of loneliness.

Shiqi's face was cold and he was surprised.

Then, blood gushed out of his eyes, ears, nose and ears in an instant.

The sound of the golden bell, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly came like a wave, drowning him.

Shi Qi walked up to Xie Ling step by step, stretched out the hand without the sword, and handed over a string of golden bells.

He was cautious, his eyes full of hope.

The voice still has the tone of a teenager, clear and soft, like the gurgling stream in the mountain stream in early spring.

"Xie Ling, shake it."

Xie Ling frowned and didn't reply.

Shi Qi used up all his courage, turned his wrist, pointed the hilt of the sword at Xie Ling, and the tip of the sword at his own heart.

His face was covered in blood, like a Shura.

There was only a pair of eyes, clear and bright, reflecting Xie Ling's cold face.

"Xie Ling, use this sword that killed Gu Wei to kill me."

Xie Ling still didn't say anything, but quietly stepped back, increasing the distance between them.

Shiqi looked dazed, like a child who had done something wrong. He stood there stupidly, and the hand holding the sword was covered in blood.

He looked at Xie Ling and shook the golden bell in his left hand vigorously, which made bursts of rapid sounds. More and more blood flowed from his eyes and ears.

He also fell to his knees in pain, his back bent.

But none of them could match his heartache.

Xie Ling took the spear from his back and pointed it at Shi Qi.

Shiqi stood up straight, his eyes were soft and clear under his long eyelashes, revealing relief.

Just kill me.

Xie Ling.

Let me atone my sins.

The next moment, the sound of bullets being fired was so loud that all the birds in the mountains and forests flew away.

The bullet, with a critical impact, left a cold mark in the air, straight to -

Passed through the golden bell in Shiqi's hand.

With a loud bang, the golden bell that had bound him for half his life shattered into thousands of pieces, flying in the wind.

The soul roared and broke through the sky. Shi Qi opened his lips slightly and stared at Xie Ling in disbelief.