Chapter 42 Chapter 42: Thousand Years of Honor, Hundred Years of Honor and Disgrace

"Promise me!" Long Yang frowned and said sharply.This sound touched the wound, and sweat oozed from Long Yang's forehead again. "Okay! I promise you!" Yan Wei felt sour in her heart, and tightly held Long Yang's hand. "Xiaokui...Xiaokui, if possible, help me take care of some of them. But if there is a chance, don't let her die easily. If she survives by chance, just stay anonymous and spend the rest of her life. Forget about yourself Identity, forget that you are from the Jiang Kingdom, forget about me, forget about Junfu... If she can live out her life in peace and joy, even if I am under the Nine Springs, I will still be smiling..." Long Yang's voice was very soft, Muttering, his eyes were a bit blurred, as if he had penetrated Yan Wei in front of him, and looked far away.

Yan Wei's eyes were filled with tears: "I promise you! Don't worry, as long as I have breath, I will protect Xiaokui!" After hearing this, Long Yang felt relieved, and slowly closed his eyes. Yan Wei comforted softly: "Don't think about these things now, take care of your injuries, and then make sense." Long Yangfu opened his eyes again, with a bitter smile on his face: "Heal your wound...I'm afraid you won't be able to recover from it, just do your best and obey the destiny." Suddenly, a servant's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty is here!"

Long Yang let go of Yan Wei's hand quickly, and Yan Wei hurriedly stood up, avoided the side, and stood by the wall.In this way, it looks like two people who are having an affair... Yan Wei laughed at herself. Although there was talk of getting married before, she didn't perform the wedding ceremony. Today is the first time seeing King Jiang, and she has a big belly. How could it be better than having an affair... When the door curtain was lifted, Jiang Wang Longwei stepped in. I saw that he was extremely tall, and the high crown was almost attached to the door lintel, but his face was sallow and skinny, as if he had been tortured by illness for a long time, and it seemed that he had taken too many pills that damaged his blood.

King Jiang didn't even look at Yan Wei, he went straight to Longyang's bed and sat down. Longyang tried to get up and salute, but was held down by King Jiang: "You are injured, don't move around." High-pitched, with a faint metallic sound. "Just received the battle report, Qinglin Pass has fallen again." Jiang Wang said in a deep voice. After hearing this, Long Yang sat up straight, and opened his eyes wide: "I will lead the troops to help tomorrow." "No! Are you going to kill yourself?" King Jiang pressed Long Yang's shoulder, "This time, you must be fully healed before letting you out of the palace! The widow will personally examine the injury! If you don't obey orders, the widow will teach others locked you!"

"Father Jun!" Long Yang shouted, his face was full of begging. "You're not a god. If you go, will you be able to turn the tide?!" Jiang Wang was a little angry, and his voice suddenly increased. "If I don't go, who will I go? Will the country be allowed to perish?!" Long Yang blushed, and his voice grew louder. "Are you talking to Father Jun?!" King Jiang slapped him. Long Yang's face swelled instantly, the fingerprints on his face were extremely clear, and a line of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.Long Yang hurriedly knelt on the couch to rectify his body, bowed his head and said: "I have nothing to do with you, my father please punish me." Because of the injury on his mouth, his voice was a bit slurred.

When Jiang Wang saw this, he seemed to be very distressed, he took the handkerchief on the couch, and wiped away the blood from Long Yang's lips, but it was Yan Wei's handkerchief just now. Jiang Wang stretched out his five fingers, as if he wanted to touch Long Yang's face, but he was afraid that touching him would hurt him, so he just hung there and refused to let it go.Yan Wei hurriedly handed over the bottle of Huayu Paste. King Jiang took the bottle casually, but he didn't notice Yan Wei at all, his eyes were only on Long Yang... When the jade paste from Jiang Wang's fingertips was applied to his face, Long Yang trembled and looked at Yan Wei. Wei took a look, then lowered her head again, she seemed a little shy, but her body was trembling slightly.

There was only Jiang Wang alone in the room, and it seemed extremely hot. Yan Wei's chest and back were covered with sweat, and she just felt that it was inappropriate to stand here, but Jiang Wang and his son did not want to avoid it. If Shi Ruo secretly leaves, it seems to be very impolite. King Jiang took the medicine, stared at Longyang for a moment, and asked hesitantly: "You... have you ever thought about offering the city to surrender?" Long Yang raised his head abruptly, opened his eyes wide, and hissed, "I'd rather die than surrender!" Jiang Wang sighed: "Even if you fight to the death, what are your chances of winning?"

Long Yang curled his lips and smiled: "After the death of King Jiang Lie, your father commanded 5,000 remnant soldiers to face Yang's 100,000 army. What are the chances of winning?" Jiang Wangdao: "At that time, I just wanted to die, who would have thought that I would die and live again..." Long Yang said in a deep voice: "How do you know it's not the case today?" Jiang Wangdao: "At that time, we had all the time, but God will not always favor our Long family. If we have been on the throne for decades as a general, I am afraid that we have exhausted the power of our Long family..."

Long Yang said: "Even if there is no right time, there is still a favorable location and harmony between the people, would Father Jun be willing to just kill like this?" Jiang Wang let out a long sigh: "At present, the general situation is over, the army is insufficient, and the supply of food and grass cannot be supplied. You are seriously injured and retreated. There is no one who can command the army in front of you. You have lost three cities in a few days..." "Ah?!" Long Yang was startled, "Why didn't anyone report to me?" Jiang Wang sighed: "You have been in a coma for three days..."

Long Yang was a little confused, looking at Yan Wei, as if he wanted to ask for proof.Yan Wei nodded slightly. King Jiang said again: "In the current situation, the only way to offer the city to surrender is the best policy. Only then can the killing be resolved and the subjects of this side can be preserved." Long Yang sneered and said, "Break your face, hold a golden seal, kneel in the mud, open the city gate and ask for your surrender? Such humiliation, you will inevitably die in the end... Zichen, I swear to death!" King Jiang said: "Enduring a momentary humiliation, giving up one's life in exchange for the safety of the whole city, will show the benevolence of the king."

Long Yang sneered again: "Now that he has surrendered, is he worthy of Daliang Zao, who was hit by a hundred arrows and died in a fierce battle? Is he worthy of the thousands of soldiers who died? The dead school lieutenant? Jiaguan, Shiyanguan, Qinglinguan...every city and place that was lost was soaked in the blood of the soldiers, surrendering at this time, what face do you have on Huangquan Road to meet their loyal souls?" King Jiang shook his head: "At this time, at that time, at that time, with the strength of the two countries, it was still possible to fight, but now the general situation is gone, and there is no way to recover..." Long Yang sneered and said: "If I knew this, why didn't I ask for peace and surrender when Yang Jun came out of Changyan Pass? Hehe... If he surrendered at that time, he would have the reputation of fearing the enemy and fighting. If he surrenders at this time, he will be able to do so." Winning the beauty of a lenient and benevolent monarch, in the final analysis, is for the sake of my eternal name..." Long Yang finished speaking in one breath, staring at King Jiang, and the corners of his mouth ooze blood again. Jiang Wang suddenly raised his hand, but his arm was trembling, and he never fell down. He stood there for a while, then staggered and turned away. Walking to the door, he said in a low voice: "You too... just for your name. That's all..." After saying that, he went out. Long Yang shook his body, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and murmured: "Isn't Zichen... Zichen would rather die than humiliate!" From the beginning to the end, King Jiang never looked at Yan Wei. King Jiang had been gone for a long time, but Long Yang was still kneeling there stiffly, several wounds were open again, blood seeped out through the bandages. Yan Wei hurriedly walked over to help Longyang lie down slowly, checked the wound for him, and re-applied medicine to bandage him.Long Yang obediently let Yan Wei manipulate him, without saying a word, his eyes were filled with tears, his chest heaved and heaved, as if infinite anger was about to explode. Suddenly, Long Yang grabbed Yan Wei's hand: "Heal my injury quickly, okay? Please, I can't live without me!" Yan Wei nodded, and gently wiped away the blood from Long Yang's lips. In the bottom of Yan Wei's heart, she secretly hoped that King Jiang could persuade Longyang, so that there would be no need to use swords, and the soldiers of the two countries could be preserved, and even Longyang...if he could mediate among them, maybe...he could also be preserved Right... But, for Long Yang, living in humiliation may be more uncomfortable than dying. Some people would rather die than be humiliated, and they were recorded in the annals of history, and some people survived the humiliation for a while, and then they did great things, and they were also recorded in the annals of history.Right or wrong, even after thousands of years, it is difficult to have a clear comment, let alone the authorities in it... It was getting late, the rain hadn't stopped, and the patter was like melancholy, endless. Yan Wei and Zhu Meng walked out of Longyang's bedroom, but saw Wu Jie standing at the door bowing down. Wu Jie was more handsome than last time, his complexion was black and red, his eyes were piercing, and he seemed to have the demeanor of a general, but his black hair looked dry and unglamorous, giving people a haggard feeling.I saw that he was wearing the captain's clothes, but there were many leather ropes tied around his body, and the leather ropes were connected with huge copper nails, which looked like a pair of torture tools. Wu Jie only bowed slightly and said: "At the end of the day, I will be ordered by His Highness to send the princess back to the bedroom." Yan Wei wondered: "What is this thing on you? Did you make any mistake?" Wu Jie grinned, revealing a row of white teeth: "This is used to carry the magic sword, just like the leather rope that hangs the bronze drum." As he spoke, he turned around slightly, and saw that behind him was a huge With a leather scabbard, Wu Jie said again, "There is a spring on the side of this scabbard, and the magic sword can be pulled out from the side. Otherwise, such a big sword, even with a chest and back, is not long enough to get out of the sheath." Yan Wei wondered: "With such a big scabbard on your back, isn't it possible that you can't even bend and kneel?" Wu Jie said: "That's right...so I have a special order that I don't have to salute anyone." Yan Wei said: "What title do you have now, have you always been with Longyang...His Royal Highness?" Wu Jie nodded: "Yes, the last general is currently the Captain of the Dragon Rider, serving as His Royal Highness's personal guard in the army." Yan Wei frowned, and said softly: "But you were not injured, but he...he was covered in injuries...how on earth did you protect him?" Wu Jie was startled, bowed slightly again, and said: "The last general is in charge of the vanguard, only controls the magic sword, and is not responsible for your highness's security... The magic sword has magnetism and can absorb iron bows and weapons, so the general is very Less wounds..." He paused, then continued, "In this battle, five hundred of us were ambushed in Mengze, His Highness used himself as bait to lure the enemy into the swamp, and wiped out seven thousand of the enemy. , In the end, less than a hundred of us survived." Wu Jie said, unconsciously, with his left hand, he gently pressed his right shoulder. Yan Wei smiled: "What happened to your right shoulder? Could it be an injury?" Wu Jie smiled awkwardly, and put down his left hand: "This is not an injury, but a muscle strain caused by too much force from using the magic sword. It will be relieved after a few days of massaging and hot compress." Yan Wei said: "Let's go, don't delay here, come back to me, I'll give you a try." Wu Jie nodded and bowed, and said, "Thank you, princess." Then she followed Yan Wei silently with her hand on the saber at her waist.