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

Chapter 1798

Shi Anxia slowly sat down in the nanmu armchair, the jade bracelet on her wrist jingled against the table, "Now that you're back from the expedition, you don't call me 'cousin' anymore?"

Her voice was as light as snow falling on pine branches and gentler than usual.

Ma Chuyang lowered his head suddenly, and a tear fell on the blue brick floor.

He knelt on one knee and took a half step forward, the hem of his armor scraping out a harsh sound, "Chu Yang is stupid!"

The young man suddenly choked up, whimpering like a young animal, "Chu Yang harmed the prince consort..."

Tang Xinghe also staggered and knelt, his calloused hands tightly grasping the tassel of his sword.

This young man who had never known the taste of sorrow was now crying like a child who had lost his candy man. "My cousin-in-law wanted to save me!"

Before they finished speaking, the two men's heads had already hit the ground heavily. The only sounds in the main hall were the trembling metal sounds of armor and the tireless chirping of magpies outside the window.

After a long while, Shi Anxia gently raised her hand, her fingertips emitting a cold, porcelain-white light. "Get up. If your cousin's husband were here, he would definitely laugh at you for crying so ugly."

The two cried even harder. After being suppressed all the way, the talkative and playful boy became silent, and only at this moment did he cry out loud with his shoulders shaking.

"The first time was in Guicheng, I killed Chi Yue." Tang Xinghe seemed to have grown ten years older, and even his once clear voice seemed to be soaked by the wind and snow at the border, becoming vicissitudes and solemn. "My cousin's husband punished me with twenty military sticks and asked me if I accepted it? I tried to convince myself, but how could I really understand?"

Shi Anxia listened carefully.

The young man dug his nails deep into his palms. "I didn't really take it seriously. If Chi Yue hadn't died and I hadn't been so sad, I might have been complacent and proud that it was the surprise attack with the least casualties in history."

It is a miracle that can be recorded in history and admired by future generations. It is even more likely that there will be no one before and no one after.

Their names will be engraved forever.

The young man slowly confessed his words, his voice no longer containing a trace of joy, but instead filled with unspeakable grief and sorrow.

As soon as Tang Xinghe finished speaking, the tassel of Ma Chuyang's sword suddenly broke, and the agate beads rolled all over the ground with a crackling sound.

The young man, once a dashing figure, now hunched over as if his spine had been pulled out, his forehead resting on the bricks. "It's me...it's all my fault. I mistakenly thought the coach was secretly proud of us, so I kept wanting to do something to prove myself."

He cried bitterly, "I was stupid and trusted others..."

Shi Anxia lowered her eyes to look at the leaf stems floating in the teacup, listening to the boy's voice tearing apart bit by bit.

Every word was like a blunt knife, carving those bloody details into her ears inch by inch.

Each word pieced together a more complete picture in her mind.

How the north wind at the border blew snow particles against the tent, how my husband's armor was covered with frost under the moonlight, and how the arrow that was supposed to be shot at Tang Xinghe was blocked by his chest.

"This..." Tang Xinghe suddenly choked up, and with his chapped hands he took out a few wooden figurines from his hidden pocket. "My cousin-in-law carved them by the bonfire at night, and he said he would give them to you when he returned to Beijing."

Three wooden dolls lay quietly on the bloodstained handkerchief. The largest one was carved with Shi Anxia's usual bun, and the lines of its sleeves were so smooth that they seemed to move with the wind.

It can be seen that this doll was carved with concentration and meticulousness.

The other two little kids, one holding a wooden sword and the other with double braids, still had tiny knife marks on their eyebrows.

Shi Anxia reached out to take it, but suddenly she couldn't see clearly.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

She pressed the doll tightly against her chest, the wood still stained with the smell of the wind and snow in the dark night at the border. Her usually straight back finally bent, like a bow that was stretched to its full length and suddenly broke.

There was no wailing, only big tears falling on the wooden doll, leaving dark marks.

Even her crying was silent.