Chapter 140 Chapter Fourteen

The winter snow is just beginning, and the sun, which is as thin as a cloud, falls sparsely from the shadows of the trees, giving a warm shot. After Yan Xun returned, it seems that even the weather has become clearer. The sky is blue and high, the sun is bright, and the snow The land is vast, and it reflects the bright light, dazzling people. The several battles in the past few days not only devastated Yanbei, but also exhausted Chu Qiao physically and mentally. After she relaxed, she suddenly became seriously ill, with wind chills, high fever, and constant coughing at night, and bowls of medicines did not help. It was like a doctor revolving around Even though the door is always closed, she can often hear Yan Xun losing his temper at the doctors, but every time he sees her, he is as calm as nothing happened, occasionally comforting her: It's okay, it's just a little wind and cold, just take a rest.

It seems that she has not been sick like this for a long time, and the memories are still from when she was a child, Yan Xun was sick, she had no medicine, so she ran to steal it, was found out, and beat her hard, but the medicine she bought after a lot of hard work It didn't make Yan Xun get better, but to save her, she caught the cold again. She had a fever at night and talked nonsense. She couldn't be stimulated directly with cold water, so she ran out and squatted in the snow, and came back to hug her when she was completely cold. Looking at him, tossing like this all night, when Yan Xun woke up the next day, she couldn't get sick.Since then, she has been afraid of the cold, and her limbs are always cold even if she is warmed by the fire. However, for so many years, the hardships of life, the difficulty of traveling, and the uninterrupted occurrence of accidents and killings, so even if she is sick and in pain Even so, she was always able to endure the past with her willpower, but now that she fell down, she was lingering on the bed of illness.

Looking back now, those days of painstakingly suffering and suffering seem so far away. At that time, I hated him so much, and secretly vowed that one day I would get rid of this predicament and let all those who bullied me suffer the price.But now, I often lose my mind and miss, miss the quietness of only two people left in the bleak world, and miss those days when there were no branches to rely on and could only rely on the back to keep warm. It was afternoon when Miss Yu came, and the afternoon light was bright, shining in circles through the window, and drawing mottled shadows on the ground.Miss Yu was still the same, with pale eyebrows and plain eyes, eyes like autumn water, slender neck, narrow chin, a few traces of paleness on her cheeks, and a long white fur. She walked in quietly and stood by the door, He didn't make a sound, just quietly waiting for her to find out.

Seeing her suddenly, Chu Qiao was slightly startled, sat up with the help of the bedpost, and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss Yu, when did you come? Why didn't you say anything?" Miss Yu stepped forward, her mouth curled into a smile: "I just came here for a while, I just wanted to see you." "sit." Girl Yu sat on the opposite side of her bed, looked it over carefully, then frowned slightly and said, "Why are you so sick?" Picking up a coat and putting it on Chu Qiao's shoulders, Chu Qiao leaned on the soft pillow, her cheeks were pale and her lips were bloodless, and she smiled slightly, "I think I got a cold a few days ago."

Miss Yu looked at her, sighed quietly, and said softly: "You are always a stubborn child, have you fallen to the root of the disease at such a young age?" Miss Yu should be twenty-six or seven years old this year, not considered old, but when she talks and does things, she always gives people a sense of vicissitudes, as if Chu Qiao is really just a child in her eyes. "It's okay, just take care of yourself." "That's right. Illness comes like a mountain, and it goes like a thread. You can rest easy and recuperate. Don't think about anything. Too much thinking will hurt your body."

Chu Qiao nodded, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Miss, the officer of the Southwest Township, can you see it?" Miss Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and said lightly: "Just now you said you shouldn't worry too much, did you forget it so soon?" Chu Qiao shook her head slightly: "I'm just a little worried." "Your Highness is willing to withdraw troops from Yanming Pass for you, so why can't you tolerate a mere Southwest town government envoy?" Chu Qiao couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when someone suddenly broke her heart. She was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "I'm just afraid that those people will be unruly and offend him. If he loses his temper..."

Miss Yu put on a robe for her, and said with a light smile, "Don't worry, everyone has a sense of proportion." Chu Qiao felt relieved, raised her head and asked, "Will the girl live in Beishuo?" The sun outside the house was extravagant, shining brightly on her eyes, Miss Yu said softly: "The war will start in the east, I won't stay for long, maybe in a few days, I will be stationed in Yanming." Chu Qiao said seriously: "Did Daxia send troops to fight here so soon?" "Your Highness has occupied the northwest, how can Daxia let it go? I heard that the deployment of troops has already begun."

"So fast, who is it? Zhao Che?" Miss Yu smiled: "There is no one else except him. Meng Tian is already old, and the one in the Holy Gold Palace must not trust others. Even this son, he has some scruples." Chu Qiao nodded, the room was warm, and the charcoal fire in the field was fragrant, and the person who roasted it felt dizzy and wanted to sleep: "Miss, be careful, Zhao Che is no better than Zhao Qi, he is a difficult person to deal with .” "Don't worry, Dao Ya will walk with me." Miss Yu smiled slightly, with a little lightness in her eyes, and her expression became peaceful.

Chu Qiao understood it, and didn't point it out, she just said, "Mr. Wu also goes with me, so it's much safer." "You rest, I still have something to do, let's go first." Chu Qiao nodded: "Girl, thank you for what happened before." Miss Yu's footsteps faltered slightly, and when she turned her head, her eyes were light and indifferent: "Ah Chu really has an exquisite heart." It was inconvenient for Chu Qiao to get out of bed due to her illness, so she just nodded slightly and said, "Miss, go slowly." After Miss Yu left, the maid came in to deliver medicine to Chu Qiao, she picked up the medicine bowl and drank it one mouthful at a time, the medicine was very bitter and her mouth was astringent.

In fact, there is nothing difficult to guess. With Yan Xun's intelligence, how could he not have a perfect solution?The reason why he kept Miss Yu was to support himself.But when she was in Beishuo, Miss Yu didn't take the initiative to take her to Lancheng, and she let her do things again and again afterwards, and finally told the truth about Yan Xun's invasion of Daxia. And Ming.Yan Xun entrusted this matter to her because he believed in her loyalty, but unfortunately, although Zhong Yu was loyal, when the interests of Yan Bei and Yan Xun collided, her loyalty was greatly compromised.She understood this point, and Yan Xun didn't understand it, so even though Yanbei was currently facing battles at Meilin Pass and the Eastern Front, he still sent Wu Daoya to Miss Yu, and did not let her take power alone.And Miss Yu obviously understands all this, but she is unwilling to point it out. Maybe, she really doesn't mind. Compared with power, maybe being with Mr. Wu is what makes her happier.

Miss Yu is indeed a smart person. She and Mr. Wu came from Wolong Mountain together, and their master is the famous Mr. Wolong.Mr. Wolong is an unborn hermit. It is said that he is over a hundred years old. He has had disciples all over the world in his life, from wealthy and famous families, relatives of the emperor, down to traffickers and merchants. Disciples do not pay attention to the rank of the family, but only teach different knowledge according to the different qualifications of the disciples.Therefore, among his students, there are literary heroes and scholars full of knowledge, there are prime ministers and ministers with ambitions, military generals who command troops on the battlefield, heroic assassins with strong skills, and wealthy businessmen and heavy merchants. The carpenter of... Mr. Wolong has many disciples, but there are also good and bad. For example, Cheng Wenjing, the prime minister of Bian Tang in his 70s, or Yue Shaocong, a traitor from the East who betrayed Daxia 40 years ago and led dogs into the customs, or the first rebel leader in the world, Datong Guild Wu Daoya Zhongyu, an excellent general of the younger generation, and there is another person that Chu Qiao has to remember, and that is Zhuge Yue, the fourth son of Zhuge Zhuge of the Great Xia. Zhao Che is about to lead his troops to attack, he won't come, will he? Chu Qiao sighed softly, and drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp. The battlefield is dangerous, the sword is ruthless, no, I hope not. I took a nap in the afternoon, and when I woke up, I felt much better. After staying in the house for a few days, I thought about going out for activities.Wearing a blue cotton skirt, a pair of small jackets embroidered with yellow and rusty white magnolias, narrow sleeves and tight arms, tucked into the shape of a lantern, making her look more and more graceful, with a tight grip, the maid curled it up for her. The hair is in a bun, the sides hang slightly, with a few scarlet necklaces, a light blue jade hairpin is inserted between the temples, and a string of thin tassels hangs lightly, sweeping to the white and creamy ears from time to time. Chu Qiao seldom wore such girly clothes, and looked at the mirror for a long time, which was a bit novel, but not lacking in a little bit of happiness. After opening the door, the wind was a bit strong, and the maids wanted to follow, but Chu Qiao refused, and walked out quietly with a small shofar lantern by herself. After all, it was winter in Yanbei. It was quite sad to see the snow and mist drifting away, but it was actually very cold. Fortunately, I wore a lot of clothes and put on a fox fur to block the wind.The moon hangs shallowly above it, the light and shadow are bright and clear, a piece of white ground, I haven’t left the house for many days, what I smell in my nose is either the smell of medicine or incense, I feel dizzy and dizzy, now I go out for a walk, and I feel refreshed Ming, the disease also seems to be a little better. The moonlight is so beautiful, like a candle that has been exposed to the sky blue gauze, light and thin like smoke, the wind blows through the leaves, and the sound of rinsing, Chu Qiao walked slowly, and then stood far away under the window of Yan Xun's study It seemed that he had just come back from the military camp, and he hadn't fallen asleep. The lights were so bright, and a long shadow, slender and tall, was swaying. There were other people in the study, and they seemed to be discussing something, and the wind was blowing , the sound was too muffled for her to hear. The sudden peace in my heart is like getting up in the morning and opening the window to find that the world is white, the sun is shining warmly on my face, the sky is blue, and there are snow-white eagles flying. A cup of tea is placed on the desk, curling up The hot air rose and circled like a winding dragon. For a long time, she couldn't figure out her feelings for Yan Xun. When she first came here, she watched all kinds of injustices in this world with the eyes of modern people. Gradually, she was involved, so there was sadness, There was anger, resentment, kindness, and gratitude. More and more emotions pulled her into this world, and flesh and blood gradually formed, and she could no longer stand aloof and watch.As for Yan Xun, from the initial hatred, to gratitude, to sympathy and pity, to being dependent on each other, and then gradually, as he grew up, his relationship gradually deteriorated. Fresh and tender green buds grew out, experienced frost, severe winter, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and killings of life and death. That tender green bud finally grew into a towering giant tree. Occasionally raised his head, but saw The branches and leaves are luxuriant and lush. She has always been such a silent and stubborn person, always has been. The door of the study was opened, and people came out one after another. Ah Jing saw Chu Qiao who was standing under the plum tree suddenly yelled out. Yan Xun heard her and ran out of the room. Seeing her, he frowned and said: " Why are you standing there alone? Don’t you know you’re sick?” Chu Qiao smiled and let Yanxun hold her hand, the man stared at her with an ugly expression, put her hand in his palm and clenched it, complaining: "It's so cold, how long have you been here?" "Just for a while." As soon as she entered the room, the warm aroma suddenly hit her face. Chu Qiao sniffled and murmured, "What spice is so fragrant?" Yan Xun's complexion suddenly changed when he heard the words, he hurriedly pushed Chu Qiao to the door, picked up a pot of tea and poured it into the aromatherapy stove, hissing white air suddenly came out, and he hurriedly opened the window. Chu Qiao frowned and said, "Yan Xun, what are you doing?" Yan Xun clapped his hands and walked out, said in a deep voice, "I can't stay in this room anymore, let's go." Saying that, she dragged Chu Qiao into his bedroom. There was no incense in Yan Xun's bedroom, and it smelled much cleaner. Chu Qiao still felt strange, seeing him take the towel from the maid Lan Xiang to wipe her face, she stepped forward and asked, "Yan Xun, what's wrong with the study?" "I ordered half of the newly delivered Shuhexiang, which has musk ingredients." "Musk?" Chu Qiao didn't know much about spices, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong with musk?" The little girl, Lan Xiang, chuckled, and said with a smile: "Girl, women are not allowed to smell musk. If you smell too much, you will not be able to conceive. Of course, Your Highness will be nervous." After Lan Xiang finished speaking, she also had a big blush, and the other little maids laughed together. Yan Xun was not annoyed, and pretended not to care, but squinted his eyes to pay attention to Chu Qiao's reaction. Chu Qiao was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, she was a girl after all, her cheeks were stained with rosy little by little, like the petals of a begonia, especially pretty.The candlelight shone on her light blue flowing skirt, like a layer of radiant gauze. There was a low smile behind his ears, and the man's warm breath was like continuous sea water: "Ah Chu, tonight is extremely beautiful." Chu Qiao raised the corners of her eyes, but her eyes were filled with joy. The bedroom was huge, with soft and thick carpets spread underneath, layers of gauze curtains were put down layer by layer, golden hook tassels, flashy, and the bed was embroidered in purple. The pavement is laid, the green gauze is gathered around the periphery, and the brocade quilt is warm. You can tell the warmth lying on it with just one glance.Yan Xun stretched out his hand, and the maids came up like a cloud to change his clothes, Chu Qiao was slightly taken aback when she saw it, and turned around with a "Yeah", Yan Xun smiled softly when she saw it, and Chu Qiao's face turned redder up. Combining her past and present lives, she is not considered young anymore, she has seen a lot of flirtatious battles, and she has been facing Yan Xun for so many years, and she has not always been cautious and observant like a Taoist, but today, she is a little at a loss up. The maids left the room with ambiguous eyes, layers of gauze curtains separated the space, Yan Xun approached from behind with his warm breath, with a hoarse smile: "My Ah Chu has grown up and knows how to be shy." The usual eloquence suddenly disappeared without a trace, Yan Xun put his hands around her from behind, crossed them in front of her lower abdomen, pressed his lips against her ears, and sighed softly: "I haven't seen you for a day." Chu Qiao was a little scared, she didn't know how to speak for a moment, she said in a daze, "Is war going to start in the east? How are you preparing?" "Hey..." Yan Xun sighed helplessly, "Ah Chu, do you have to spoil the scenery like this? I really don't understand the style." More leaky fine sand slowly flowed down, strand by strand, endlessly, the wind outside was blowing quietly, occasionally snow would peel off from the eaves, fluttering and fluttering, Yan Xun hugged quietly She, the smell on her body gently surrounded her, like the corners of a skirt flying up in summer, and her voice was moist and comfortable: "Did you not cough today?" Chu Qiao shook her head: "It's much better." "That's good, but did you take your medicine on time?" "Eat it, it's very bitter and unpalatable." Yan Xun smiled: "Children, how can medicine not be bitter? You didn't pour it out secretly, did you?" "The conscience of heaven and earth," Chu Qiao raised three fingers, "I even swallowed the dregs of the medicine." "What?" Yan Xun raised his brows slightly: "Is the room stuffy?" "I'm anxious. There's going to be war in the east. I'm always sick. How can I help you?" Yan Xun's heart warmed up, as if warm water was slowly covering it, his lips rubbed against Chu Qiao's neck, and he murmured softly: "You are doing well, you are helping me." Yan Xun's pajamas were so thin that the contours of his muscles could almost be touched, Chu Qiao nestled in his arms, tilted her head, her body warmed up little by little, and said softly: "I hope I can be useful. " "You are already very useful," Yan Xun said softly, "All these years, you have followed me wholeheartedly, never thinking about yourself, now that Yanbei has been settled, you should make plans for yourself." "For myself?" Chu Qiao was at a loss. This is really a novel question. In fact, she knows that she is not as strong as she appears on the outside. The goal is to work hard to run, it was the same when she served the country in the past, and it was the same after following Yan Xun, but what she is least good at is planning for herself, for herself?for myself?What can I do? "Yeah," Yan Xun said in a low voice, with a hint of a smile on his face, "When a girl grows up, she always has to plan for herself, such as finding a good wife, marrying a good man, taking care of her husband and raising her children, and making her feel at ease. day……" Chu Qiao spat on him lightly, and said: "The army is in chaos, how can there be a good man?" "That's right," Yan Xun said with a smile, "Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing one's heart, without ten or eight years of hard work, how can one easily see through a person, if one's heart is mistrusted, wouldn't it delay a lifetime of happiness?" Chu Qiao turned around and said with a smile, "Then what do you think should be done?" "If I can't complain, I'll have to suffer a bit." Yan Xun's eyes were long and narrow, shining with a quiet light, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, smiling like a cunning fox. Chu Qiao stared at him sideways: "You seem to be very reluctant and at a disadvantage!" "It's not too forced." Yan Xun's voice was like a blue wave, softly rippling in the air: "It's a little bit of a disadvantage." Seeing that Chu Qiao's expression was about to change, Yan Xun hugged her with a laugh and said, "The princes and nobles have three wives and four concubines, but I have to stay with one wife all my life, isn't it a disadvantage?" Chu Qiao snorted and said, "Then you go and take a concubine too, no one is stopping you." Yan Xun hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear: "I don't have that energy, and I don't want to let you be wronged." A red candle as thick as a forearm was burning high, and the room was brightly lit. Chu Qiao felt weak all over, her limbs and bones seemed to be flooded with water, so Yan Xun said softly, "Ah Chu, marry me." My heart felt warm, and the corners of my eyes were already wet. This journey was so hard. When I recalled the hunt eight years ago, it seemed so long had passed in a blink of an eye. "Yeah." She agreed softly, leaning her head on his shoulder, and suddenly felt that life treated her so favorably. Yan Xun's chest rose and fell slightly, and he said softly, "I will always treat you well." Chu Qiao smiled lightly, and nodded subtly: "I always believe in you." There is silence all around, the gauze curtains of the curtains are slumped to the ground, and occasionally the sound of copper leaks can be heard, rinsing with fine sand, like mulberry leaves in early spring. "Ah Chu, when the war in the east is over, let's get married." Chu Qiao raised her head and looked at him, Yan Xun also looked at her, her eyes were like blurred flowing colors, clean and warm, the expression was still many years ago in a trance, the young boy looked at the petite child, and swears through gritted teeth: "Whoever dares to hurt you, I will fight him desperately!" Vaguely, the time was passing, Yan Xun embraced her, exhaled softly: "Ah Chu, all the storms are over, and we are still together." Yes, everyone will change, but you and I will not. A big smile bloomed on his lips, and he stretched out his arms to hug the young body of the man, feeling satisfied even to breathe, I always believe in you, always believe in you, always believe in you. "Yep." The wind is like spring willows in March, cutting the curtains silently all the way, candle shadows flicker, gauze curtains shake gently, and the mood is peaceful, just like Hotan.