[Weird Man] Abduct a prince to warm the bed

The Tatar army swept through every village like a flood of beasts, slashing down with swords and shields, and the dawn was like an ant, killing the enemy.Among the chaotic crowd, Xiaomei's clothes were disheveled and her body was covered with cuts and bruises. She still held her soft sword tightly and fought against the enemy.The enemy's indifferent scimitar swung around him like continuous rain. He blocked, attacked, and dodged... He fought like a trapped animal, and finally was exhausted.

"Xiaomei." Yunhe called out, he wanted to run over to save him, he wanted to smash the Tatars around him into pieces, but he was powerless, as if he was firmly bound by an invisible force, stretched out He couldn't move his hands, couldn't lift his feet, he could only shout loudly, his heart cut like a sharp sword.

Yunhe woke up suddenly with sweat on his forehead.It's a dream, a nightmare.He put down the hand resting on his forehead, and a heart-rending numbness spread from his arms all over his body.He didn't understand, and looked around with chaotic eyes. It was still an empty room, with bows, swords, shields, spears, guns, cold weapons everywhere, and there was no trace of Xiaomei.There was a map of the capital on the desk in front of him, and his blurred vision stared at the place where he fled back.Xiaomei said, "Go up and pull me." How could he believe it?He saw Xiaomei's farewell smile, and he heard Qing Xiao say that Mr. He came to me alone in order to give us a chance to escape.He took the sword like crazy and was about to rush out, but his subordinates held him tightly, and he froze on the spot, as if he slowly let go of the hand holding the sword after a long time.

The clear sun in the sky set little by little, and disappeared into the horizon little by little. The spies reported again and again.Qiu Luan's rescue army is [-] miles away from the mausoleum, and I will not move, but there is no news from Xiaomei; Qiu Luan's rescue army is [-] miles away from the mausoleum, and I will not move, but there is no news from Xiaomei; Qiu Luan's rescue army has arrived at the mausoleum, and I will not move. , Xiaomei has no news...

He was too tired, nervous, and mentally exhausted. Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore and closed his eyes.In the dream, Xiaomei's laughter suddenly appeared, which was the moment when they were intoxicated, dreaming and dying like a fairy couple; Xiaomei gently hugged him and kissed, it was the moment when they were inseparable.They are estranged, angry, and concerned about each other.All the friendship has been drowned by Alda's army, and their future is like the fallen leaves floating in the sea, tiny and unknown.

The swaying pendulum made a crisp ticking sound, and the hour hand moved from "Ⅲ" to "Ⅳ". He only closed his eyes for an hour, but he felt that thousands of years had passed.

Xiaomei, what happened to you?

The spies came to report: "The emperor is near Xizhimen."

Yunhe led a group of generals, together with the court officials, to welcome the emperor back to the palace.

The team entering the palace filed into the palace gate, and the sound of worship resounded through the sky.

Bupleurum parked the car gently, opened the curtain, and asked Sanniang caringly: "Are you all right?"

Sanniang's expression was gloomy, and she staggered to hold on to the car door. Chaihu hurriedly reached out to stabilize her. He was afraid that others would drive too roughly, so he sat in the front and stared at the ground along the way to see if there were any potholes.Sanniang got out of the car, leaned against him weakly, and said tremblingly, "My stomach hurts, I'm afraid I will..."

Bupleurum hastily interrupted her: "Say nothing, I'm sure nothing will happen."

Sanniang didn't speak any more, Ren Chaihu hugged her horizontally.She didn't dare to say that she already felt something leaking from her lower body, she was afraid that she would not be able to keep this child.

Bupleurum hugged her and rushed to the emperor, yelling: "All give in, all out." When he arrived in front of the emperor, he begged: "Your Majesty, Sanniang's condition is very bad, please let the imperial doctor treat her quickly."

The emperor ordered: "Quickly arrange a palace consultation."

The imperial physician was treating him in the cabinet, Bupleurum lingered anxiously in the hall, his palms were wet with sweat.He couldn't help murmuring: "Don't worry about it."

Yun He stepped forward with Qing Xiao, worried first: "How's the situation?"

"Still in diagnosis and treatment." Bupleurum finished answering, seeing that Yunhe was safe, he felt a little relieved, "Is your lord okay?"

Yunhe nodded lightly, looking sad.Bupleurum looked behind him, there were not many people, and there was no Xiaomei.He was puzzled: "Where is the sissy?"

"He..." Yunhe hesitated, he really didn't know how to explain to them.When he thought of Xiaomei's life and death, he blamed himself infinitely.

The imperial physician came out of the cabinet, sweating profusely, wiping his sweat with a towel as he walked.Bupleurum hurriedly stepped over: "What's the matter, imperial physician?"

The imperial doctor replied: "I'm fine for the time being." Several people were relieved, and the imperial doctor said: "The early stage of pregnancy is extremely dangerous, and you must not do anything else. She has already bled this time, and it is lucky that she did not slip. Even the gods can't do anything."

Bupleurum hurriedly agreed: "Don't worry, absolutely not." The imperial physician prescribed a prescription for his subordinates to take the medicine and suffer.Bupleurum Yunhe came into the house to visit.

Sanniang was lying on the bed with her eyes open weakly, and she smiled slightly when she saw Yunhe.Yunhe rushed forward to express condolences: "Why don't you rest?"

Sanniang forced a smile: "I want to know the result."

Bupleurum smiled firmly and said, "It's okay, it's alright." Sanniang raised her mouth even more, looked around Yunhe, and asked weakly, "Where's Meimei?"

Bupleurum also turned to look at him.

Yunhe lowered his eyes, his black pupils were full of shame, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Bupleurum and Sanniang looked startled, looking forward to him: "What's wrong?" Yunhe muttered, his pretended composure had no defenses, he was defeated, he blamed and worried, and couldn't speak.Bupleurum tugged at him and asked, "What's wrong with the sissy, are you telling me?"

"Mr. He did it for us," Qing Xiao, who was standing quietly behind Yunhe, stood up, also full of shame, "I said that the army is coming, Mr. He fought for us to escape, and broke into the cavalry camp..." He couldn't speak any more, and bowed his head silently.

Bupleurum looked at him eagerly, as if wanting to see through him: "And then?"

"We have no more news from him."

Bupleurum froze in place, as if he hadn't heard clearly, his bearded face was full of anger and sadness, and suddenly rushed towards Qing Xiao, "What do you mean there is no news!" Yun He hurriedly stopped him, but couldn't stop him. Stop, Bupleurum's punch has landed on Qing Xiao's face, Qing Xiao was beaten back a few steps, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, he raised his fist again like crazy, Yun He turned sideways, suffered, and said in a trembling voice: " Brother Hu, I was the one who escaped first."

Bupleurum stared at him again, trembling with anger: "Why? Have you forgotten how he stood with you?"

Yunhe was so choked up that he couldn't speak, he could only say: "I'm sorry."

Bupleurum ignored it, and continued to question: "He is so afraid of pain, why did you just leave him and run away?"

It was even more difficult for Yunhe to forgive himself: "I'm sorry, Brother Hu."

Qing Xiao said behind him: "The subordinate has already sent people to investigate."

"What's the use of inquiring?" Chaihu yelled, "Don't you know where the iron cavalry camp is? Do you know what consequences he will have?"

Sanniang coughed out a mouthful of blood, Bupleurum hurriedly turned around and embraced her: "What's wrong Sanniang?"

Her face was as pale as paper, with bright red blood hanging around her mouth, making her look even more haggard.She wanted to say something, but couldn't say it, and passed out.

"San Niang." Bupleurum yelled, "Hurry up and declare the imperial physician." He was at a loss and stared at the sleeping San Niang, not knowing what to say.He is full of anger and has nowhere to vent, and he is full of worry and has nowhere to rest.They are like one body, like a family, but now they are scattered and silent.Li Gexiao's whereabouts are unknown, Sanniang is in poor health, and Xiaomei's life and death are uncertain.He believed in Li Gexiao's wisdom, so even if he hadn't disappeared, he firmly believed that Li Gexiao would come back.But Xiaomei is different from Sanniang. Sanniang is pregnant, so she shouldn't be involved in it. Now her fetus is unstable, she is stimulated again, and her life is in danger.How would he explain to Li Gexiao?Xiaomei is timid by nature, and she is most afraid of pain. He must be so afraid of falling into the hands of the enemy.He is like on a single-plank bridge, unable to look ahead and look back.Terrified, terrified.

Outside the house, the moonlight was shining, and the clear light was everywhere.

On the ground, the lights are lonely, and the shadow of the moon is mottled.

Under the eaves of the verandah, Yunhe is walking vainly, with a lonely back.Red walls and blue tiles, a solid soil.He is like a lonely soul without an owner, floating in the desolate moonlight.Bupleurum's words echoed in his ears, how could he not know where the iron cavalry camp was, swords and guns rained down, horseshoes trampled on them, any of them would leave no bones left.He just deceived himself and didn't want to know.But behind the self-deception is the bloody reality.As long as he thinks of the possible consequences of Xiaomei, he feels heart-wrenching pain.Every nerve in him is like a taut string, and it only needs to be touched lightly, and his body will be smashed to pieces.

Xiaomei said to him [I want to see what the ends of the earth look like. 】

He replied [Then I will, life and death go hand in hand. 】

He looked up, the sky was cloudy white, his hazy eyes were shining bit by bit, he seemed to see laughter, and also seemed to see the parting of life and death.

He softly called: "Xiaomei, wait for me."

The bone-piercing wind swept across the ground, blowing on the blood-clotted wound, sending bursts of stinging pain.Xiaomei moved her frozen fingers and regained a little bit of consciousness. An increasingly icy temperature came from her wrist, which flowed into her heart against the flowing blood.He raised his eyelids with difficulty, his eyes were dark, and he didn't have the strength to turn his stiff head to see if he was still in the world or in hell.He only remembered the sound of horseshoes around, the slamming of spears, and the sound of someone roaring angrily. He didn't know what the roar was, and he was powerless to think about it.The cold wind blew by, and the piercing pain spread.

No matter how hard he tried to wake himself up, there were several blurred giant objects in front of his eyes. He moved his head vigorously, only to find that the scattered hair covered his eyes.He wanted to raise his hand away, but when he moved his hand, he heard a rustling sound, and his wrist seemed to be bound.He bent his arm little by little, and finally moved a little closer in the mud.

The dusty hair was pushed away, and in the dim vision, a huge shadow hovered in front of his eyes. He exhaled, and there was a trace of pain from his scabbed lips.He opened his mouth slightly to allow himself to breathe.He finally saw clearly that those huge monsters hovering in front of his eyes were Alda's soldiers.He was guarded layer by layer like a copper wall.

He moved his feet, but he could still hear the sound of the shackles hitting. He woke up, probably for the second time.This is the place where Alda's hundreds of thousands of troops were stationed. He went deep into the enemy's camp, but became a prisoner who was slaughtered.

The heavy shackles forced him to stop sitting up, and the clothes on his chest were already torn, stained with his coagulated blood.He curled up on the cold ground, hugging his knees for warmth.

A faint light was thrown from outside the tent, and it was almost dawn.

But what to expect?

In this jackal-like enemy camp, there are heavy defenses.

Is there any chance of survival?

There was a cold touch in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to explore it, but with a smile on his face, he followed him steadfastly.He held it tightly in his hand, and tears filled his eyes unconsciously.Are the people he cares about safe?Has the army of rescue arrived?Is Gege back?Is San Niang alright?Has Brother Hu's wound worsened?Yunhe, are you safe?Have all the companions with him escaped?

No one answered.The jade pendant was cold to the bone, but at this moment it was his only warmth.Since when did he wear it next to his body?It seems that at the moment when she took it from Yunhe, Sanniang said, "This token of love is too obvious." At that time, he didn't reject it either. He didn't seem to care how this relationship would develop. Maybe, At that time, he had already acquiesced.He likes their heart without a city when they are together, and he misses every little bit of tenderness between them. Even though Ge Ge analyzed all kinds of impossibilities for him, he still couldn't help but fell into it.He also dreamed that when everything was over, he would hide his identity and name and wander around the world; he also hoped that there would be a happy ending in the future, and lovers would eventually get married.

It seems that it can't be done anymore.

They are close at hand, but far better than Yin and Yang.Whether it is life or death, I don't know.

He seems to have foreseen his own destiny, he just doesn't give up, Gege, Huge, Sanniang, Yunhe and this world.He has a lot of unsaid words, he has a lot of undone things, all turned into full of thoughts.

The cold wind blew past, the piercing pain spread from the wound to his heart, and he curled up even more tightly.He bit his cracked lip to hold back the tears he was about to take away.He Xiaomei, you can't cry, you didn't make a sound when those thorns soaked in salt water were whipped on your body, and you can't now.

Fragments of sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the tent, and dust was flying in the messy beams.Xiaomei raised her eyes and saw the brilliant sun slowly rising from the gap. What was the scene outside the camp?The scorching sun is shining everywhere, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the market is prosperous, and people live and work in peace and contentment.

A figure hastily stepped in to block the light, and he couldn't help trembling, the stinging wound seemed to remind him that torture was coming.He is afraid of the pain that is worse than death, and he would rather be decapitated.I threatened him with the strength of Daming troops and the number of ambushes, but he didn't say a word, and just watched the thorns fall on his body, his skin was torn apart.At that time, he wanted to die, but he still had a little concern. He didn't ask for more, it was enough for him to know a little bit of news from the outside world, knowing that they were still safe, and he didn't need to leave with infinite regret.

Those people locked him in the dark and small room, and he couldn't see anything clearly. There were waves of running sounds in his ears, more and more, and farther and farther away, as if the rumbling thunder rolled into the distance.He clung to the cold chains as if he could hold them without fear.