Baishou loses Shaohua

, Turning around, saw the arrow sticking out of his left chest.

"Prime Minister Yao!"

"father!"

Yun Xin and I exclaimed at the same time.

"Your Highness, Yun Xin, let's go, I'm fine." Prime Minister Yao's steps were a little messy, but he still gritted his teeth and walked forward, blood dripping down, staining his dark blue official robe red.After walking a few steps, he fell down.

"Father! Father!" Yun Xin fell to his knees all at once.

"Prime Minister Yao!" I rushed forward to cover Prime Minister Yao's wound, the scorching blood burned my hand.

"Hurry up! Hurry up and leave me alone!" Prime Minister Yao was sweating profusely, pushing Yun Xin and me with what little energy he had left.

At this moment, I raised my head, and the leader behind me pulled up the bow and arrow again and aimed at me. I looked at him with wide eyes, and with a movement of his finger, the arrow came through the air.I watched the arrows getting closer and closer, and my whole body froze and couldn't move.

☆, Extra Story: The Night of the Troubled Soldiers? Memories of Ji Yinghan

Seeing that the arrow was about to reach my eyes, it was suddenly crooked and nailed to a nearby tree.

"Who? Who is it?" The man stopped in panic. The arrow that just missed him was a stone.

A few more stones were shot, and several people around him fell down one after another.The man's face was pale, he took a few steps back, and hurried towards the direction he came from.

A person fell lightly behind me, wearing a jade blue shirt.

"Guo...Uncle Guo..." Prime Minister Yao let out a breath.

"Prime Minister Yao, I'm late." He knelt down with shame on his face.His face was exactly the same as the portrait in the Yuehua Palace study.So I don't have the slightest doubt that he is Chu Weiqing, my own uncle who I have never masked.

"His Royal Highness...he minister's youngest son..." Prime Minister Yao took Yun Xin's and mine's hands and stuffed them into his uncle's hand indiscriminately, "I'm begging...for you..."

"Weiqing will live up to the entrustment." He nodded.

"Yun Xin..." Prime Minister Yao held Yun Xin back.

"Father..." Yun Xin looked at Prime Minister Yao, tears streaming down his face.

"Remember..." Prime Minister Yao held his last breath, "Your Highness...is your king, no matter when...wherever you are, you must...be loyal to His Highness."

Yun Xin glanced at me, with tears in his eyes, and nodded vigorously towards Prime Minister Yao.

Prime Minister Yao smiled gratifiedly, let go of his hand, the light gradually dissipated from his eyes, and he closed them.

"Father! Father—!" Yun Xin screamed twice, then covered her mouth tightly with her hands, letting tears flow down her cheeks, and refused to make a sound.

At the end of the woods, there was the sound of horseshoes, and the uncle's expression became tense, and he stood up: "Hurry up, the pursuers are coming."

He looked at Prime Minister Yao with guilt: "I'm sorry, Prime Minister Yao, I can't..."

Yun Xin's small body trembled, he already understood what his uncle meant.At this time, there was no way to take Prime Minister Yao's body with him.He knelt and took a step back, then shook his head three times at Prime Minister Yao, and said every word: "Father, the child will remember everything you and brother said."

He got up and turned to my uncle and me: "Your Highness, Uncle Guo, let's go."

Uncle reached out and pulled me.

"Wait a minute." I unbuttoned the skirt and took off the outer robe that originally belonged to Yunqie, then took off the plain brocade robe in the middle and covered Prime Minister Yao's face, and pulled out the dagger that Xiao Jing gave me from the boot, I cut off half of the arrow feathers exposed behind Prime Minister Yao.I put on Yunqi's clothes and bowed down to Prime Minister Yao.

"Let's go." I stood up and looked at my uncle.

Before I finished speaking, my uncle grabbed me with one hand and Yun Xin with the other, and jumped onto the treetop with his toes lightly.

On the carriage, my uncle sat on the left, and Yun Xin and I sat on the right.A white porcelain blue and white lamp was placed on the right side of the door, illuminating the spacious compartment with a faint light.Thick curtains kept the windows and doors airtight.It was warm in the car.

"Do you know who I am?" Uncle asked me expressionlessly, his face was a little pale.

"I know." I nodded.

"Then why not?"

"Why didn't you kill him?" I asked him, my bloody hand was holding the half of the broken arrow tightly, under the arrow feather, the words "Bai Shui Zhuang" were soaked in red blood, clearly visible.He is so powerful, obviously he can avenge Prime Minister Yao.

He was taken aback for a moment, then hooked the corner of his mouth: "I'll leave him to you."

I was taken aback, he looked a bit like the queen mother, with a dimple showing on his cheek, which was really pretty.I remembered the first time I saw the painting of Yuehua Palace, I mistook the person in the painting for my mother, who told me with a smile that my uncle had a dimple on his cheek, which was different from her.

"Uncle..." I called out in a low voice, my voice choking.

He was startled, the look in his eyes softened, and he took the blanket at hand and handed it over: "You two sleep for a while, we are already outside Li'an City, Yu Chongxiu will not be able to catch up for a while."

I nodded, took the blanket, and put it on Yun Xin.He kept his head down and never made a sound.Seeing his father die in front of his own eyes, he hadn't fully recovered yet.

"Your Highness..." Yun Xin said hoarsely, "Yun Xin is not cold, you go to sleep." As he said, he took off the blanket, and there was a deep purple tooth mark on the back of his hand, which was just for Let yourself bite without screaming.

"I'm not sleepy." I pressed his wrist, but I accidentally pulled the wound. I didn't feel much pain during the adventure just now, but now it's quite unbearable to relax.I gasped in pain.

"Are you injured?" Uncle saw it at a glance.

I nodded.

"Come here, let me see." He frowned.

I comforted Yun Xin, and then sat beside my uncle.

"Where is the injury? Let me take a look."

I unbuttoned my clothes, and didn't dare to continue even if I moved a little bit. The innermost layer of clothes stuck to the wound, and the pain was severe when I moved a little bit.

Uncle moved the white porcelain blue and white lantern and placed it in front of me. He saw my wound clearly, and his face changed suddenly: "What's going on? Who did it?"

I pursed my lips and whispered, "It's the queen mother."

Uncle's hand trembled, and he asked, "Royal totem?"

"Ah."

Uncle sighed: "She is for your own good."

"I know." I remembered that a few days ago I was sick and had a fever, and my mother stayed with me all night. When I woke up, her eyes were red, and she seemed to be more tired than me.I can't help but think how much pain the queen mother must feel when the totem is burned away.

Uncle took out a small medicine box from under the seat, and he took out a long strip of clean white cloth from it and handed it to my mouth: "Bite it."

I did as he said.

Uncle took a look at me, and pinched the skirt of my shirt with his hand: "Hold on." After speaking, he tore off the shirt forcefully without waiting for my reaction.

"Hmm—" The pain caused cold sweat to flow from my forehead instantly, and a scream was blocked in my throat by the white cloth. If it wasn't for the white cloth, the pain was enough to make me bite my teeth.

Uncle took a small thin knife and roasted it on the lamp, then poured the red cork of a white porcelain bottle down on the knife, and the car immediately smelled of wine.He pressed my shoulders, pressed me against the side wall of the carriage, and then hung the knife over my wound.

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"Be honest, or I won't care about you. If you don't clean the wound, you will be infected and fester and die!" Uncle frowned and stared at me viciously.

I stopped struggling, closed my eyes, pinched my fingers tightly into my palm, and I still couldn't stop shaking.The knife was stained with alcohol, and the pain was so hot that I could hardly bear it.

"Master, Li Yu is back." At this moment, a voice came from outside the carriage.

"How is it?" Uncle stopped what he was doing and asked outside.

"Sect Master, Li'an City, including the imperial palace, is in Yu Chongxiu's hands." A woman outside replied.

"Where are the emperor and queen?"

"Both the emperor, the queen and the crown prince have died for their country."

There was a loud "嗡—" in my head, and at the same time I felt my uncle's fingers on my shoulder tightened suddenly. I opened my eyes and met his mournful eyes. The pain of losing my sister is really hard to let go.The prince in Liyu's mouth naturally refers to Yunqie.In other words, father, queen mother and Yun Qi, they are all dead.My tears fell instantly, although I knew this would be the result when I left, but when the news actually came, I still couldn't bear it.

Uncle raised his hand on my shoulder and wiped away my tears.Then asked again: "Where is the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"The prime minister's mansion was surrounded and set on fire. The Yao family refused to be prisoners, and none of them escaped."

Uncle closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "The Yao family, there really isn't a coward."

He opened his eyes, and said to the outside: "Li Yu, go and find out who the person who set fire to the Prime Minister's Mansion is."

"Subordinates take orders."

My uncle then cleaned the wound for me, removing the carrion from the burn bit by bit. It was very painful, but I didn't make a sound or struggle anymore.This pain is much easier to bear than losing a loved one.

"Okay." Uncle helped me apply the medicine and bandaged my clothes, and tied my clothes with his own hands. He took the back of my left hand and applied medicine to the wound I rubbed in the tunnel.

"Where are we going?" I asked him looking up.

"Wuheng Mountain, Weimen."

Uncle lifted the curtain, and the sky outside the carriage was already clear. He looked outside the carriage for a long time, and then said quietly, "No matter how close we are, it will still be too late."

His eyes were complicated, and there were too many things that I couldn't understand.

"From now on, you can no longer be called Ji Wudu." He put down the curtain and turned his head and said to me.

"I know." I nodded.

"What do you want to be called, choose one yourself."

I closed my eyes, and the faces of many people flashed in front of my eyes.Father Emperor, Mother Empress, Ming Yi, Yun Qi, Xiao Jing, Prime Minister Yao...

The autumn wind blows the ground and the grass is dry, and the Huarong Biying is late and cold.

These two poems were probably also reduced to ashes in the fire.

"Yinghan." I opened my eyes, "Ji Yinghan." From today, this will be my name, but I don't want to change Ji's surname.

"Okay, Han'er." Uncle nodded, "From today onwards, you are the young master of Weimen."

The carriage fell silent, only the sound of the wheels of the carriage "squeaking" could be heard.

I went back to sit next to Yun Xin, who was lying face down wrapped in a blanket, I thought he was asleep, and leaned over to help him pull the blanket up.His body trembled, and blood oozes from his clenched lips.My hands froze in mid-air, he should have heard what Li Yu reported about the prime minister's mansion just now.

I raised my head in a daze, and saw a light flash in the half-closed eyes of the uncle opposite, I couldn't tell whether it was tears or not.

I know that this night, I will never forget it in my life.