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

Chapter 1713

The night wind swept through the tent, the candlelight flickered, and Tang Xinghe's gloomy brows were reflected.

He was silent for a long time, and finally sighed heavily, "You are right, my battle in Guicheng was not reckless, and I don't regret it. But when it comes to getting married... I really lost my mind. Fortunately, you didn't do the same as me and write a letter to ask Miss Chi to marry you, otherwise the mothers at home would be worried to death."

Ma Chuyang: "......"

Is it so quick to hurt each other? He wiped his eyes tactically.

This subtle movement did not escape Tang Xinghe's eyes, "Why? You also wrote a letter...to ask Miss Chi to marry you?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Ma Chuyang was suddenly choked by his saliva, and his face turned red from coughing, and he almost fell off the couch. It took him a long time to catch his breath, and he stared with wide eyes, "I'm different from you!"

He grabbed the water bag and took a sip, then said sullenly, "I have never had anyone in my heart... Ever since I knew Hong Que liked you, I have no other thoughts."

Tang Xinghe was startled, then he reached out and patted his shoulder, "You are better than me."

Upon hearing this, Ma Chuyang couldn't help but curl up his lips and said proudly, "That's right. After all, I'm a few years older than you, so my mind is naturally clearer."

Tang Xinghe sneered, "Then am I still your 'Brother Xinghe'?"

Ma Chuyang immediately leaned over and said with a grin, "Yes, yes, you will always be my Brother Xinghe!"

The two smiled at each other, and the depression they had just felt seemed to have eased a little. But as they smiled, they fell silent again.

The night wind brought the sound of a night watch drum in the distance. Tang Xinghe looked at the flickering candlelight and murmured, "Kexin has been sent out."

Ma Chuyang scratched his head. "How about... we write another letter? Just say that you are seriously injured and unconscious, talking nonsense, and that letter doesn't count?"

Tang Xinghe raised his eyes and glanced, "Do you think my mother is a fool?"

Ma Chuyang was dejected, "That's it, you're done, just wait for Hong Que to chase you and chop you with a knife..."

It would be fine if she really cut it off, but I was afraid that she would not cut it off. From then on, I pretended that I didn't know her, ignored her when I looked for her, and didn't respond when I talked to her. Then... she married someone else.

It’s over, it’s over, Brother Xinghe is finished!

Tang Xinghe obviously thought of this as well. His face turned extremely bad and he felt very nervous.

Outside the tent, the footsteps of the patrolling soldiers faded away.

The two young men lay side by side, looking at the ceiling of the tent, each with their own thoughts.

The most difficult thing in this world is never the flashing of swords and sabers on the battlefield. It is the young people who are full of passion but don't know how to clean up the mess they have made with their own hands.

In the capital, at the Chi family mourning hall, it is the third day of mourning.

The blue-gray sky was hanging low, and the drizzle was like silk, soaking the newly hung white banner in front of the Chi family's door, causing it to droop heavily.

Inside the mourning hall, a long-burning lamp was dimly burning, the flame flickering in the draft, making the black lacquered coffin in the middle look even more eerie.

There was no corpse in the coffin, only a bloodstained military uniform, neatly folded, with a green jade pendant with a dragon pattern lying quietly on it - it was tied around Chi Yue's waist by his eldest sister Chi Shuang before he left Beijing.

Chi Shuang knelt on the futon, wearing a plain linen skirt and a wooden hairpin in her black hair. Her fingertips gently stroked the crack on the jade pendant, which was the mark left by the arrow.

The imperial envoy who returned the relics said that Chi Yue was stabbed by several arrows and knives, but he held the jade pendant tightly and refused to let go when he died.