Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1708

However, the punishment of the young pioneers was clearly visible to everyone.

The wound had not yet healed, but the punishment had already arrived. The old scabs burst open and new blood soaked through the battle robes.

Several young men lay on the couch and were unable to get up for three days.

The blow hit the boy's body, and the pain was in the coach's heart... Shi Anxia closed the letter, his mind full of thoughts, his eyes moist, and his fingertips trembling slightly.

She understood Cen Yuan’s helplessness.

A high position is like a blade. If you take even the slightest wrong step, you will be doomed.

Military orders are like mountains, how can they be taken lightly? Not everyone is a genius boy like Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang!

A talented young man can write a legend, but if an ordinary person intentionally imitates him and is eager for quick success, he will simply be sending himself to waste.

Sitting in that position, there are many things to consider, and naturally one cannot do as one pleases. The coach cannot be partial, cannot indulge, and cannot even reveal the slightest flaw.

He had to control himself and not show his emotions.

Shi Anxia unfolded the letter again and stroked the ink marks with his fingertips.

When my husband wrote about Chi Yue, he was in great sorrow. He wrote those few lines very heavily, putting more effort into them than the other words.

The ink is also very thick, just like people’s thoughts.

He said, what a pity, if I had arrived a moment earlier maybe I could have saved him.

Shi Anxia could almost imagine Cen Yuan's expression when he wrote this sentence. The veins on his hands that held the pen like a sword must have bulged with frustration.

But she knew that this was her husband's limit.

The battlefield never waits for anyone.

He said that the victory in Guicheng was so great that the whole city was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, but no one in the northern wing army drank to celebrate. Chi Yue's death was like a blunt knife that had taken away the taste of victory.

——Too tragic, too tragic.

When Cen Yuan arrived, he only found a bloody body and a face that was still smiling until death.

"There will always be casualties in war," everyone says.

But when those names become a stroke in the pile of old papers, when those flesh and blood turn into the light "some losses" in the history books, only those who have experienced it know that behind every number are the loyal bones and souls of the people of Beiyi.

The letter paper gradually became wet in my palm.

Shi Anxia had experienced too many such things in his previous life. Behind the cold numbers in each battle report, there must be such a moving story.

She thought she had become numb, but in this life, she still shed tears for those eternal souls.

Seeing this, Bei Hui hurried over to take the letter from her master's hand, and took a soft handkerchief to wipe her tears, "Madam, take it easy. You are pregnant. Don't think about such distressing things."

"Yeah, I'm paying attention." Shi Anxia adjusted her sitting position. Her body became heavier. She had endured the hunger, but it didn't stop her stomach from growing.

Shen Siyuan still suspected that it was twins, but was denied by Madam Meng.

Mrs. Meng listened to the fetal heartbeat with a special wooden stethoscope and said that she only heard one heartbeat, so it couldn't be twins.

Fortunately, Shi Anxia still did not suffer from morning sickness, and apart from feeling a little tired, she did not have any other discomfort.

After she drank a bowl of medicine, she saw her aunt Zheng Qiaoer coming. Just as she was about to stand up and greet, she was stopped by her aunt.

"Hey, hey, don't get up. It's already this late, what's the point of being polite?" Zheng Qiao'er looked at her niece's struggling expression with a frown, "Xia'er, auntie doesn't want to bother you, but I have to come. You are auntie's backbone."