Qingqiu is difficult

The rain had been pouring under the eaves all night, and in the early morning, a wave of water surged straight into the house.

He San was cooking porridge, and there was only a plate of pickles on the table. He was stirring the porridge and was about to drink it, when he heard the person on the bed calling him.

"He San?" the man called, "you saved me."

He San put down the porridge, took a new bowl from the cabinet, divided the porridge into two bowls, and handed them to the person on the bed.

"You're awake, but it doesn't count as being saved. Although you're seriously injured, you're not dead." He San said calmly.

The man nodded slightly in thanks, took the porridge bowl, and the two of them drank the porridge in the bowl.

He San smiled and said: "I thought the prince-in-law only wanted to die, but I didn't expect that the desire for life is still full!"

Hearing the visitor's joke, Tu Shansong also smiled, looked in the direction of Jingguo, and asked, "Jingguo..."

"Dead." He San said calmly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. Yes, a pariah like him will always suffer wherever he goes and whoever is in power. " However, Emperor Jing is said to have escaped, but the regime has passed away, and the one in power now is the prince of the Moon Kingdom."

"Where's the princess?" Song asked.

"Princess? I didn't hear that she was caught," He San said with an annoyed look on his face, "But a woman like that will probably end up not much better! She was born with the curse of national subjugation, and the emperor was foolish enough to leave her alive, but now she has Let this curse be fulfilled!”

Seeing the anger of the person in front of him, Tu Shansong sat up, shook his head, and said, "It's not her. She neither participates in politics nor holds power. What does the rise and fall of a country have to do with a woman? What's more, people's lives are determined by There is no such thing as an innate destiny when you write it yourself. If there really is a destiny, then what else would a person do if he knows the destiny?"

He San drank the porridge in one gulp, took back Song's porridge bowl, put it on his bowl, and said angrily: "Yes, you study a lot, I can't care so much. Anyway, I, He San, knew that she was the one who You want me to die, but you saved me and let me go, my consort. Now I heard that Qingqiu sent people for reinforcements, and I took the opportunity to rescue the seriously injured consort, so I can repay your kindness!"

When Tu Shansong heard his dejected words, he had no choice but to smile helplessly. He held up his hands and was about to say thanks, but was stopped by He San with one hand.

"Hey, what are you doing? I've told you. He San, I'm a rough guy and I'm too lazy to be polite to you. Stop doing this. If you can leave, I'll send you back to Qingqiu right away. Otherwise, you'll live with me. Here, food is precious due to the war, and I don’t have any extra food to feed you!”

Looking at He San's leaving figure, a trace of complexity flashed in Song's eyes.

Niao Niao, I really didn’t expect that your cliched repayment of gratitude link would actually be used here. It's just a pity that it ruined your reputation.

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In the military tent, Emperor Jing stared at the hairpin in his hand in a daze. The moonlight entered the room. The candles on the table had long since burned out. He did not replace them, but just stared blankly.

Luo Fei, is it really you?

Now he has understood that the person who originally had contact with the Chu State was Yaming. So the most suitable person to obey Yaming to carry out the palace change is her biological aunt, Luo Fei.

But this is all too insensitive! In fact, it has nothing to do with slowness. In the face of an absolute disparity in strength, turning defeat into victory is not easy.

The sound of footsteps outside the tent was heard. Emperor Jing put away his hairpin and entered the tent holding a candle. He first saluted and then added new wax to Emperor Jing.

"Captain Right, what are your preparations next?" Emperor Jing looked at Liu Zhang. Now he has lost his majesty as a monarch, but he remains here as a spiritual symbol.

Liu Zhang lit the candles and still bowed politely: "Your Majesty, I plan to evacuate the capital first. If not, the Moon Kingdom's army will find this place in a few days, and by then, our last troops will disappear. It's all gone." Emperor Jing nodded, said goodbye, and turned to leave the military tent. As soon as he left the military tent, he saw Ya Ming walking forward in plain clothes. She also had a white forehead wipe tied in front of her forehead, looking miserable.

The two walked together in the court, Yaming said: "Brother, thank you."

Liu Zhang's face was sad, but he still forced a smile: "We are all one family, so what's the point of saying thank you?"

"Brother, you should also seek refuge with the Chu State, otherwise, you won't live long." Yaming was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but burst out.

Under the golden armor, a black line was circling on Liu Zhang's arm. The line was strange, but it showed strength.

"Ya Ming, we in Prince Yi's Mansion have been loyal from generation to generation..."

"Without that bottle of demon blood, you would have died long ago, wouldn't you?" Yaming asked forcefully.

With one sentence, Liu Zhang was so speechless that he could not utter a word. The last light in his eyes was extinguished. His lips trembled, but he still pretended to be calm and said:

"There must be a way to cure the poison of this demon blood."

"Have it?"

"Have!"

Under the moonlight, a young general tightened his grip on his sword. He used to be so righteous and awe-inspiring, but now he seemed to have done something terribly wrong. He didn't dare to look into his sister's eyes, turned around and walked past her, heading straight towards her. Flee to the darker woods.

However, as soon as he entered the forest, a figure appeared behind the tree.

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Cong looked at the general who had just passed by him and couldn't help but chase after him.

Once, he regarded Xinyi as his faith in life, but his family and country were in trouble, and his parents were kind. He followed his father's teachings and the monarch's arrangements, traveled far away to experience in the military camp, and left Xinyi;

Later, he regarded morality as his belief in life, but when Xinyi was in trouble and he couldn't bear it, he killed the mythical beast that had saved his life and survived till now;

Later, he believed in his family and country, but his country was shattered and he died before he was even halfway through his career. How could he be willing to do so? But if you want to survive, you have to betray your bloodline and drink the demon blood!

Why is God always so unfair? The more he wants something, the more he is forced to lose something? !

Now, he just wants to be in peace, and he just wants everyone to be in peace. Is this wrong?

Liu Zhang's vision began to blur. He only felt a big puff of suffocation in his chest, and a surge of hot blood. Without paying attention, he spat out a mouthful of hot blood on the ground. The snow on the mountain had not yet melted, and there were faint cracks in the frozen soil. You can see the steam on the blood.

A figure rushed forward, held Liu Zhang's arm, and couldn't help but call out:

"Sir!"

Liuzhang turned his head. He was used to being called general. He occasionally heard the word "Prince" and couldn't help but pull his thoughts back to the past. When he turned around, he saw Xiao Congzheng looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"General Shi..." Xiao Cong withdrew his hand and hurriedly wiped his tears.

Liu Zhang raised his hand and was about to wipe the blood on his lips when a handkerchief was handed to him. He nodded and took it.

"Princess, she...is not here."