[Weird Man] Abduct a prince to warm the bed

"Yunhe." Xiaomei came in a hurry, and saw the remaining soldiers tied up the captured Tatars.Yunhe sat motionless next to the corpse of the leader of the enemy army. He was covered in blood, mud and dust, and his expression was empty and lifeless.Hearing Xiaomei's call, he rolled his eyes that hadn't moved for a long time, looked at him blankly, and felt more pain in his heart.

Xiaomei was also stained with blood. He ambushed the enemy in the forest and used up all the ammunition and concealed weapons. In the end, he had to fight the enemy close to him, and only when he was exhausted did he wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop.He was worried about Yunhe, and came galloping with the dozen or so surviving people on horseback.But seeing Yunhe's appearance like this, he stepped in without knowing it, and hurriedly pulled Yunhe and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Yunhe's arm was injured again, and was pulled by Xiaomei subconsciously and made a sound.Seeing him in pain, Xiaomei hurriedly checked, only to see that her palm was already stained with Yunhe's blood. He was startled, and tore off Yunhe's cut clothes, and saw that the wound was embedded with mud, which had begun to solidify.He hurriedly helped Yunhe up and said, "Hurry up and go back to clean. Yumo, let's go quickly."

In the narrow mountain stream, no one responded.

Xiaomei looked around, but Yu Mo was not there, he was puzzled, and asked Yunhe, "Where is Yu Mo?"

When Yun He heard Yu Mo's name, he instinctively looked at the edge of the cliff, his expression still dull.Xiaomei followed his gaze to the edge of the cliff, but there was no sign of Yumo. He was about to ask again, when suddenly thinking of Yunhe's state, his pupils became startled. Looking at Yunhe, he forced him to ask: "Tell me, where is Yumo? She Where did you go?"

Yun He frowned slightly, his nose fluttered, as if he had woken up again from the bad news.

Yu Mo is Yunhe's favorite person, Xiaomei probably understands Yunhe's emotions, but he doesn't want to believe it. He looks back at Yunhe, expecting to know the truth from him.Yunhe's eyes gradually met his, but he was just sad and couldn't speak.Xiaomei looked at him, and asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing without telling me? Where did Yumo go?" In desperation, he pushed Yunhe away a little, and his cronies hurriedly supported Yunhe, and replied, "Mr. In order to distract the pursuers, he was trapped and jumped off a cliff."

Xiaomei froze for a moment, her footsteps were already vain, tears welled up in her eyes, she looked at Yunhe.Yunhe's complexion became worse and worse than before, and he was unable to answer.Xiaomei asked in a trembling voice, "You just let her?"

Yunhe's breath was weak, and he tried his best to reply: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Xiaomei became more and more sad, and asked, "Why didn't you go to her?"

Yunhe still just replied: "I'm sorry."

Xiaomei's heart was chilled, and he didn't know why, as if something had extinguished his heart from the beginning.Xiangcao Town was slaughtered, Baihe Town was robbed, and the outskirts of the capital were also devastated; the son died and the father died, where are the loved ones?Why are they so persistent?He turned around and rushed to the edge of the cliff, and his cronies pulled him to persuade him: "Mr. He, we have already sent people down to look for it. Don't take risks. When the prince wiped out the enemy, his old injuries relapsed. I'm afraid he won't last long."

Xiaomei had no choice but to stop, looking at Yunhe who was injured and sad and passed out, her thoughts were complicated.

After crossing the narrow mountain stream, they finally found a dilapidated inn, and they, among the more than three hundred people who broke through, were less than one hundred at the moment.All of them are ragged, unkempt, exhausted and exhausted.The Xiaosuo Station was also destroyed once, and was destroyed by the Tatars.I don't know where else in this country is a clean place?

The period of the full moon has passed, and at this time, there is only a cloudy moon hanging in the sky, and the cold light shines on the ruined walls, adding infinite sadness.

Three people in the entourage were injured and fell into a coma. They built a relatively flat bed with broken planks, spread some straw, and settled the unconscious people on it.Several people searched for food, and others poured clean water into the well for Xiaomei to treat her wound.The weather was getting colder, and the cold wind poured in from outside the broken wall, blowing the weak candle flames to death.One person hurriedly stood at the vent, blocking the cold wind that poured in.

Xiaomei cleaned Yunhe's wound with weak candlelight, and saw that the flesh and blood were blurred, and the soil was deeply sunken into the wound. He felt heartbroken, couldn't bear it, and was full of blame and confusion, but he could only stay awake and clean up for him. The mixed feelings of people are about to defeat him.Brother Ge had no news until the moment he left, Sanniang was pregnant and still had to fight on the front line, Brother Hu was injured in the palm of his hand but couldn't take care of it, Yunhe was unconscious, Yu Mo, Yu Mo's life and death are unknown... The people are in dire straits, The army is pressing down on the border, and the soldiers are approaching the city...

He didn't dare to imagine, he had too much concern and reluctance, the cousin and nephew of Hejia Village, the warmth of drunkenness, the stage of Yunxiang Garden, the teachings of Gege, the thoughtfulness of Sanniang, the joy of Huge, He Yunhe's tenderness, and Yumo's confidant...

Because of the entanglement, you will think too much, and you will be more greedy and reluctant...

The moon secretly hides its figure, leaving only darkness.Xiaomei stood by the three patients and took care of them all the time.The rest of the people ate some dry tendon beef and hard steamed buns they had found, or took turns to rest, or helped those who were looking for Yumo.One person came to change Xiaomei to eat, Xiaomei told him softly: "He has a little fever, cover his forehead with a handkerchief." Then he went out to eat.

Yunhe slowly opened his eyes, sat up while stroking his shoulders, and asked first, "What time is it now?"

"Just after Xushi, you, my lord, have been in a coma for more than half an hour."

Yunhe looked at the two people beside him and asked, "Are they all right?"

"Mr. He said it was all skin trauma, and he should wake up after a while."

Yunhe didn't speak, but someone came in and said in a low voice, "My lord, we brought the girl back."

Yunhe looked at him in surprise, as if hearing a miracle, he brought him back, maybe she walked back by herself.He hurried out of the house, but was forced to stop again. The simple wooden bench in the yard was covered only with a stained white cloth, and there was no sign of rain and ink.

But it was this stained white cloth that covered that white and strong woman. From then on, she couldn't see the moon, the sun, or every bit of the world.

Like a fool, Yunhe walked towards her with heavy steps, step by step.

He murmured: "Yu Mo. You said you would never fall in front of me again," you said you would cherish yourself.He was speechless, went to her, and knelt down beside her slowly.The white cloth was still quietly covered there, without any fluctuation because of his arrival.Yunhe slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to reveal his true face under the white cloth, he still had a little luck in his heart, maybe it wasn't him if he didn't meet him.When his hand touched the cold white cloth, his heart became colder, as if he was frozen, unable to think.

The confidant called hoarsely: "My lord, leave the girl beautiful and go."

Tears rolled down his eyes at this moment, and Yunhe froze in mid-air with his hand about to remove the white cloth, sobbing in a low voice, excruciatingly painful.

In the sea of ​​tears, he seemed to see her Yingying walking for the first time, and he couldn't help but praise her: "Yu Mo, you are so pretty."

She laughed and said, "Will the prince marry me because I look good?"

He said: "If you marry you, you will become a yellow-faced woman in the future. I want to make you look good forever."

Her smiling eyebrows and eyes were gentle: "Thank you, my lord, I remember."

"Remember, I remember." Yunhe murmured, the more he remembered, the more heartbroken he was, what kind of face was covered by the white cloth, and he wanted to leave her beautifully?He held her blood-stained hand beside him, a thorn pierced into the flesh, he gently took it out for her, and held that hand in his palm, holding it carefully, as if she was still in his under shelter...

At some point, all the survivors stood silently behind them, mourning and paying tribute.For those brave and unyielding souls.

He has stayed here for three hours while he was panting, and the time has leaked out of this invisible hourglass bit by bit, and there are still many people waiting for him to protect him.The simple coffin made of wooden boards has been buried, and everyone takes turns to rest for the last half an hour.After half an hour, go straight to the imperial city.

Yunhe held the shining silver step shaker and sat silently under the eaves of the corridor.The sky in the distance has not changed in any way, it is still dark and boundless.But the imperial city in the distance, the emperor in the distance, and the people in the distance are competing with the enemy. There is no limit to the country. It is easy to lose time and difficult to keep time. The short peace needs countless lives to make up for it...

Xiaomei approached him slowly, looked at the Bu Yao in his hand, and there were some bitter tears in her eyes.Up to this moment, he was unwilling to believe that the gentle and elegant woman who didn't fight or grab passed away like this, never to be seen again; that should have been a great time, so sweetly faded away.

"What are you going to do?" He asked Yunhe in a trembling voice, Yunhe looked at Bu Yao in his hand, his dejected eyes suddenly radiated infinite hatred, and said bitterly: "Go back to the palace immediately."

Xiaomei smiled wryly, he didn't know what to do.He was just too chaotic. From Baihe Town alone, too many people sacrificed their lives to defend against foreign enemies, and blood flowed into rivers. Those shocking scenes were like nightmares, making it impossible to live in peace.He sometimes wondered, if the emperor could be more diligent, if the ministers could be more united, if everyone could be prepared for danger in times of peace, would these wars be avoided?

No if.

Everything is too late.

"Are you blaming me?" Yunhe asked in a low voice, as if talking to Xiaomei, or talking to himself.

Xiaomei said in a deep voice, "I don't know who to blame."

"I'm sorry." Yunhe said in a low voice, "I'm useless."

Xiaomei pretended to be calm, and asked: "Is it really useless or do you think this will give you a real chance?"

Yunhe suddenly trembled and shed tears: "She and I both know that this is a duty, a responsibility."

"Yunhe, we are really different." Xiaomei's eyes were full of tears. This was the first time he felt that he couldn't remember clearly. He only knew that every time he got closer to the truth, he felt more distressed. He murmured Said: "Yunhe, you always say that you like me and are willing to do anything for me, but do you know what true love is? Yu Mo does for you like that, with no complaints or regrets, even life at the cost, In the end, you only got a word of 'responsibility'. Is this the meaning of her existence? Her contribution is not just a duty, but a heart and a passion."

Yunhe slowly raised his head to look at him, and asked in a low voice: "Xiaomei, what do you want from me? I also have a heart, and I am willing to go through fire and water for the people and things I care about."

Xiaomei wanted to laugh a little, but it hurt more: "This is not a reason, Yunhe, the feelings you think are natural, but the feelings I think are sincere, you don't understand."

"I don't understand," Yunhe's weak voice came, he seemed to be discouraged, he didn't have the strength to argue, but he had nowhere to appeal, so he could only speak freely in front of Xiaomei. "I don't understand, I don't understand that I still have the emperor, I don't understand that I am a great general with heavy responsibilities, I don't understand that I still bear the safety of the whole world on my shoulders, and I don't understand that the power of Ming Dynasty is only in my mind. I can't be like You all do whatever you want, and I shouldn't disregard Yumo's life or death, and I shouldn't let anyone lose their lives. But what can I do? The jade seal is in my hand, the soldier talisman is in my hand, the life and death of the Ming Dynasty, the people of Li, and the common people Their life and death are in my hands, I dare not give up on them, and I can't give up, the survival of the world is more important than my life. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't, Xiaomei, do you understand?"

His pleading eyes, his eagerness to let him understand, how could he bear it?

"I don't want to understand." Xiaomei blurted out the words that were as cold as ice.He turned around and moved forward with such heavy steps, as if he wanted to take away all his emotions.He doesn't want to understand, what is the world, what is the country, he is just a mortal who loves to sing, life, old age, sickness and death, ordinary, peaceful, and this life is enough, so he doesn't want to think about those enemies of the country and family.However, how could he not understand?The people are in dire straits, and hundreds of thousands of troops are attacking Daming Jiangshan step by step. How can he not feel sad and careless when he sees cities and towns becoming other people's territories?But he is not Li Gexiao, who has no regard for the overall situation, and has awe-inspiring righteousness regardless of the ego; he is not Bupleurum, who is as calm as the sky falls;He was just He Xiaomei, that "cowardly and fearful" He Xiaomei. After all, he was just a mortal with a little selfishness.

The night is cold, and the dew is deeper.No moon, no stars, no sound.But as soon as the wind passed, the leaves rustled, and the moisture on the leaves condensed into dewdrops, which slid down one by one and hit another leaf with a clacking, crisp sound.

Xiaomei walked alone, he didn't know what the feeling in his heart was?Sad, why sad?Sad for Yu Mo, or sad for your own heart?Worry, why worry?Worrying about the country and the world, or worrying about Yunhe's accident?Or confused?Who should I love, should I or should I not?He couldn't tell the difference, just like this night, when the wind blows, it breaks the tranquility, with mixed feelings, where is the way out?

Looking up into the distance, it was dark.He lowered his eyes slowly, sat on the cold stone steps, and accidentally touched the pendant on his waist with his hand.

"Xiaomei, hey, today is your birthday, this is for you."

Yu Mo's voice came from the air, as if he was right beside him, but it was a few months ago.One for him, one for Yunhe, she made fun of "just a pair", he retorted "who will be a pair with him".

She said: "I know that you are irreplaceable in the young master's heart, and I hope you can see his heart."

She said: "Xiaomei, in fact, there are many things that we can't do whatever we want. Everyone has times when they have to..."

She said: "From then on, we depended on each other and were each other's only relatives."

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The words of the past are in my ears.The pendant in his hand was still there, but she could no longer hear her voice. He murmured to himself: "Tell me, should I do this? Yunhe, what should I do to you? Leave, I I can't let go, follow you, I am full of worries; I want to forget, I can't forget, I want to love, I can't help myself, what should I do?"

At some point, a pair of extra feet appeared in front of him, and he looked up. Yunhe was already standing there, his face was calm, and he didn't get emotional because of his words. Once the matter is over, I will go away with you."

Xiaomei didn't answer.Yunhe sat beside him and continued, "There are some things that I don't know how to say, and I'm also very sad, but I..."

"You don't need to say anything." Xiaomei interrupted coldly, "I know."

Such cold words pierced into the heart like ice knives, Yunhe stood there in a daze, what was he thinking, didn't he understand?Xiaomei, why do you refuse so much? "Xiaomei, I have lost Yumo, I can't..."

Xiaomei looked at him and said word by word, "Compared to the world, what am I worth?"

There is also a sentence "You can rest assured" he swallowed in his stomach, hoping that he can fight the enemy wholeheartedly.When he got up, Yunhe held his hand tightly and called out in a trembling voice, "Xiaomei."

Xiaomei turned around and looked at him. This look was full of helplessness and reluctance, but it was not worth the rationality that puts the overall situation first.He slipped slowly from his hand, and left without saying a word.

Little by little, Xiaomei's hand slipped, and Yunhe felt the blood in his body being sucked away little by little. The pain was heart-wrenching.For the first time, he was so helpless, the emperor was trapped with Li Gexiao and others, Yu Mo died for himself, the army was overwhelming, and soldiers were approaching the city.Compared with the world, no one is important, without the world, where is home?Xiaomei, you are so smart, you left quietly, wanting me to be free, but my heart is with you, how can I feel at ease?

At the corner, Xiaomei looked at Yunhe quietly, her eyes gradually became moist, and even he himself didn't know that the tear that slipped from the corner of his eye was actually the most sincere love in his heart.