The battle was over, and it took some time to clean up the battlefield.

The Canglong army rejoiced, this was Da Jing's first victory in the past 30 years!

As generals, Shi Yuan and Han Qi won a battle outside the territory for the first time. This is the highest achievement of a general. They tried their best to restrain their emotions and looked at Song Beiming implicitly.

Shi Yuan watched Song Beiming grow up, and he was able to speak casually. Seeing that Han Qi hesitated to speak, he took the lead and said, "Lord Du Tong, should we knock out Gu Ya Guan, there are still 10,000 people there.Clean up these two battalions, and we will have a lot less worry about fighting in the western region this winter."

Song Beiming didn't answer immediately, but called Fang Xunlai: "How much ammunition is left?"

"It took more than half of it." Fang Xun replied in a measured manner. He glanced at the sky, and then said, "The news of our raid will soon spread throughout Mo Di. It is almost dawn. If Mo Di's army encircles to rescue,I'm afraid it's not easy to retreat."

Song Beiming looked at Du Yue.

Duyue has been distinguishing between the breath in the wind and snow and the shaking of the earth, his expression is not as relaxed as other generals, and he said cautiously: "I see that the wind and snow will increase, and it won't be long before the rain and snow will pass over DinghouMountain. If the snow on the way we come from is heavy, our retreat will be affected, and the horses will not be easy to run."

Unknowingly, Song Beiming resembles Yan Xi more and more.If he had made up his mind before, he would ruthlessly reject the opinions of his subordinates.What he did in the past five years was extremely dangerous, relying on killing decisions and clear rewards and punishments. The loyalty of his subordinates to him was accumulated in Enwei Bingshili.

Song Beiming discovered that Yanxi was better at borrowing strength and borrowing others to speak.Yan Xi seldom gave orders directly when discussing matters, but even if Yan Xi said little, there was always a thread in Yan Xi's hand that was firmly held in Yan Xi's hands.It also gets twice the result with half the effort.

The loyalty of Yan Xi's subordinates comes more from being sincerely convinced.

Gentleness and calmness can also be sharp weapons, this is what Yan Xi taught him by his ears and eyes.Song Beiming raised his hand and pressed the tip of his nose amidst the strong smell of blood and burnt flesh. He missed the smell of Yan Xi so much. "Kur" was ready to move at this moment. If it wasn't for Rong's comfort, "Kur" would be on this cruel battlefield.The original evil that is aroused, the destructive desire that sinks into the world will make a comeback.

Song Beiming felt a pity that he should have left a handkerchief on his body like Yan Xi did, so that he could smell like Yanxi.

He looked at his subordinates, Han Qi and Shi Yuan had calmed down from Fang Xun and Du Yue's answers.

"We only have 20,000 people, so we shouldn't fight for a long time." Song Beiming brushed the snow off his shoulders and said, "Mo Di is a territory of Da Jing, and we will come again. There is no need to rush to beat children, Mo Di will return to the court eventually."

Dawn broke.

The Canglong army commander put his sword into its sheath, and his horse raised his front knees high. Song Beiming rode in the lead, and the 20,000 victorious troops returned in triumph.

Mutual market restaurant.

Wei Chifeng went to help Ziyuan, but Zi Yuan was too seriously injured to support her.

"Sister Yuan, I've offended you." Wei Chifeng hugged him into his arms, and turned to see Yan Xi looking over.

"She is seriously injured, we must save her at all costs." Yan Xi's expression was calm, as if the injury was not serious, "Take her back immediately."

Wei Chifeng looked at Yan Xi's injured hand.

"I'm fine. Others can't rush out with her, saving people is the most important thing." Apart from her pale face, Yan Xi couldn't see anything wrong, and said steadily, "There are still many hidden guards here, don't worry."

Wei Chifeng gritted his teeth and hugged Zi Yuan, and rushed out of the encirclement.

Yan Xi walked out of the wing room and stood at the end of the tall stairs.

The fight downstairs was not over yet, and from time to time there were assassins flying over the walls and wanting to attack him.

His white clothes were stained with blood, like red plums blooming in the snow, and his injured hand was hanging by his side, although it was tied back with cloth strips, it was still dripping blood.

Yan Xi could smell the rich "Rong" in the blood, the red in his eyes rose and floated, and the handkerchief he held in his right hand tightened slightly.

Suddenly his heart moved slightly, and he tore off the cloth strips and tied them on his palms.

This blood cannot be wasted.

The fighting in the restaurant was fierce, and Yan Xi seemed to be unconscious, standing weakly on the most conspicuous high place.

All the hidden guards gathered towards him, Mo Di Killer couldn't touch a corner of his clothes.

Ordinary masters don't need him to make a move at all, he is still that high and untouched little boy in front of everyone.

The killer's blood splattered all the way.

Stepping on the soles of the white boots, they immediately turned red. Yan Xi showed a look of disgust, stopped and took back her steps.

The blood on his cheeks hadn't been wiped away, and the light red color didn't seem to be stained with blood, but added a bit of tenderness.He seemed to be forever clean and beautiful, with an innocent expression on his face.

Most of the windows of the restaurant were broken, and the north wind came in and swirled in the building.

There was a north wind blowing over the tip of Yan Xi's nose, and he smelled something at a certain moment, and suddenly smiled slightly.

He looked at the gate of the restaurant tenderly, and saw a tall man in black armor approaching with the wind.

Yan Xi burst into a smile, watching his general fight like no one, then when the opponent stopped on the stairs under him, he held out his hand and said: "Welcome back, my hero."

Song Beiming's heart was about to be torn apart.

He rushed back without sleep, and when he rode alone through the 30-mile gloomy valley road in Dinghou Mountain, all he could think about was the light rain.

He tried his best to comfort himself that Wei Yu would be fine, but when he saw Yan Xi, all his illusions were shattered, and his body was covered in blood.

The moon god was forced to come out of the moon palace and go to hell to survive the catastrophe.

It was the first time Song Beiming felt this heart-piercing pain, every knife that was thrown at Yan Xi's body seemed to be cut on him.

He was about to die of pain, so he caught Yan Xi's clean hand and asked softly, "Are you injured?"

Yan Xi was soothed by Song Beiming's strong hands, and the blood foam he had been forcibly enduring could no longer be restrained, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

The dizziness of dizziness has long been unbearable, and he finally doesn't have to hold on in front of outsiders, and he doesn't have to go down the dizzy stairs by himself. He showed his weakness and said with a tired smile: "Well.”

Song Beiming caught the man and hugged him in his arms.

Wei Yu, you are really going to kill me - he wanted to say.

He had never felt such pain before, and at this moment he hated everything in the world.

Five years ago, when his parents died, he was the last to know, and he was repeatedly hinted that things were irreversible before he got the news, so he didn't have the struggle of being eaten alive.

But now he was going to be killed.

Why is Shura in this world like this, to treat his Moon God like this?

Song Beiming hugged the person in his arms, not daring to be heavy or light. He soon discovered the cloth belt tied on Yan Xi's arm and palm, and his voice trembled when he spoke: "Does it hurt?"

Yan Xi didn't say it didn't hurt, but sniffed Song Beiming's breath and said, "Is it snowing in the north of Dinghou Mountain?"

"Yes." Song Beiming replied, "The snow is going all the way south, and it's time to reach the Western Region in a while."

Song Beiming was very fast, and he left the restaurant in a blink of an eye.

Yan Xi's eyelids were heavy, seeing snowflakes blooming in the air, she gently twitched the corner of her mouth: "It's snowing."

"Snow from Mo Di." Song Beiming pressed against Yan Xi's forehead and said, "Don't sleep, Mr. Zhou is waiting, and Mr. Xiao Xia is here too. My light rain will be fine."

Yan Xi was tired and sleepy, and slowly closed her eyes, only to be woken up again by Song Beiming.

The secret guards of the Beiyuan Palace and the East Palace were desperately protecting the two masters, Song Beiming said before getting on his horse, "Not one will be left behind."

Everyone was like a light on their backs, and they responded solemnly.

The north wind frightened the snow and shot it like an arrow, Song Beiming yelled at the light rain all the way, not letting Yan Xi sleep.

The bamboo house had already ordered the medicine and clean water to be prepared, and Zhou Ci and Mr. Xiao Xia turned pale with shock when they saw Yan Xi.

When Yan Xi was sent into the bamboo house, even her lips were pale.

When he saw Zhou Ci, it was already difficult to focus his eyes. He gently grabbed Zhou Ci's sleeve and motioned Zhou Ci to look at the bloody cloth on his hand.

Zhou Ci's face turned pale at that moment, he understood.

Irrelevant people were dismissed from the bamboo house, and water and medicine were sent in from the inner courtyard like running water.

There are two doctors inside, Song Beiming does everything by himself, Wang An can't help inside, and Wen Yan and Han Yuqin are outside.Wang An was the youngest, his nose was red from crying, and seeing the bloody handkerchief coming out of it again, he couldn't help sobbing hard.

Someone stopped in front of him and said, "Don't cry."

Wang An raised his head in panic and saw Mei Yun.

Mei Yun probably came in a hurry, and she didn't even have time to change her official hat and uniform. At this time, the official hat was crooked, and the official uniform was also messed up. He was standing in the snow, the official hat was covered with snow, and his eyebrows and temples were also covered with snow.He was wearing clothes, his robe and soap boots were covered with mud, and his face was extremely stern.

Seeing that Wang An was about to cry again, Mei Yun said more emphatically, "Your Highness will be fine, don't cry."

Five years ago when Wang An was working in the prince's office, he often dealt with Mei Yun. Because of the breakup between Yan Xi and Mei Yun, he didn't give Mei Yun good looks for a long time.It wasn't until they came to the western region, saw each other often in the governor's mansion, and saw that Yan Xi stopped speaking sarcasticly to Mei Yun, that Wang An occasionally greeted Mei Yun.

But there is no speaking in private.

After many years, Mei Yun came to control Wang An as she did when she was a companion, Wang An was stunned for a moment, and wanted to open her mouth to refute.

Mei Yun smiled wryly, knowing that the palace people around Yan Xi hated him. In the eyes of those who called him son, he was meaningless to be in a high position or a second-rank official. He was always the one who didn't know how to love others.Chinese.

Mei Yun took off her official hat and stood at the bottom of the stairs, which was already the closest place he could go.Just like the night when the imperial concubine left, he was rejected mercilessly, and never got a chance to approach him again.

He watched the snowflakes dance wildly by the wind, and suddenly felt the pain of despair.

He had already chosen to give up, he just wanted to look at Yan Xi from a distance, but if he couldn't do that, this world of mortals would be really hopeless.

When Mr. Xiao Xia and Zhou Ci were diagnosed and treated, Song Beiming was given blood as soon as they came up.

Both are famous doctors, they treated Yan Xi's injury decisively and quickly, the pain during the treatment was kept to a minimum, and the medicine was fed in very quickly.

Mr. Xiao Xia also gave Yan Xi an injection, forcibly boosting Yan Xi's qi and blood, and Zhou Ci used soothing incense on it. The two doctors checked again and again, and then they lifted the curtain and went outside.

Zhou Ci's understanding of Kurong was not as good as Mr. Xiao Xia's, and he didn't dare to open his mouth. Mr. Xiao Xia said: "The half-broken palm and the dislocated finger have been fixed. I can't use it for three months. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold a knife in the future."The wound has been healed, don’t touch the water, and you need to take care of it carefully, otherwise the whole arm might be useless. But it doesn’t matter.”

Song Beiming couldn't understand what it means that it doesn't matter, why it doesn't matter if it's all like this?

But at this time, the doctor was the most skilled, and Mr. Xiao Xia came day and night. As soon as the front foot arrived, the back foot was being healed all the time, and he didn't even drink hot water.

Song Beiming suppressed his irritability and asked, "Then what's the matter?"

Mr. Xiao Xia said: "Internal injuries are more troublesome. Fortunately, His Royal Highness is good at kung fu. He lost most of his strength, and his internal organs were not broken. The internal organs can barely be used. The fever will last for a few days. If the fever subsides, it will be regarded as passing through the gate of hell."gone."

Zhou Ci agreed on these points, but he didn't relax his eyebrows, he opened his mouth, wanted to say something and then stopped.

Mr. Xiao Xia was young and not very good at taking care of people's emotions. He sighed and continued: "The most difficult thing to do is that Rong consumes too much of his body. Your Highness has hurt his foundation this time."

Song Beiming's lips were tightly pursed: "What do you mean by hurting the bottom?"

Mr. Xiao Xia said: "It means that the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. If your Highness continues to consume like this, this winter will be very difficult. Can it last until the beginning of next spring—"

"Mr. Xiao Xia." Zhou Ci interrupted the other party with a gloomy face, and said, "His Royal Highness Heaven helps the worthy, it will be fine."

Mr. Xiao Xia looked at Zhou Ci in astonishment, he didn't quite understand why Zhou Ci knew it, why he still said that.

Zhou Ci endured it for a long time, but at this moment he was so sad that he couldn't restrain himself, and he shook his head at Mr. Xiao Xia.

Song Beiming already understood.

He fell into an ice kiln in an instant, and the sharp sword that had been hanging above his head suddenly fell at this moment, hurting him badly.

Song Beiming looked at Zhou Ci, then at Mr. Xiao Xia, exhausted all his strength in an instant, and said dejectedly, "I was the last to know, didn't I?"

Zhou Ci didn't know how to reply. Ever since he saw Yan Xi come back covered in blood, he fell into a feeling of depression and self-blame.Since Yanxi met Song Beiming, his body has undergone a good change, which once brought him hope. The physical failure he expected before was not significantly ahead of schedule, and he thought that there would be a chance.

Unexpectedly, it has come to where it is today.

"Rong" is the prescription he put forward. His selfishness five years ago has turned into regret now.

Song Beiming didn't ask any more questions, but sat back in front of Yan Xi's couch.

Mr. Xia Xiao said: "I have to go to the Purple Guard again, Mr. Zhou, will you go with me?"

Zhou Ci shook his head, he walked to the door with the prescription in hand and said, "I'm watching the medicine."

Song Beiming hung up the bed curtain and looked at Yan Xi absent-mindedly.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was lying weakly between the soft quilt, his left sleeve was cut off, his arms and palms were bound with thick bandages, and spread out beside the pillow. The corners of his eyes, which were always a little bright in color, were pale, and his face was devoid of blood., the lips are so light that there is almost no color.

Yan Xi was in severe pain during the bone setting and bandaging. At that time, he was soaked in cold sweat layer after layer, and Song Beiming's hands were trembling when he changed his clothes.At this time, the painkiller and calming medicine took effect, and Xiao Yu lay quietly on the soft mattress, breathing lightly like a newborn baby.

So fragile.

A little more force can kill his life.

Song Beiming's body was in pain, a thousand cuts would be nothing more than that, he gently hooked a strand of Yan Xi's black hair in his hand.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, and the wind and snow outside were in full swing, and the whistling and falling snow hit people's hearts, just listening to it made one feel bone-chillingly cold.

Song Beiming felt the chill that penetrated his bone marrow. His long hair was pinched in the palm of his hand, so soft that he couldn't handle it. He said softly: "You are Han Linmo's apprentice. To avenge your master is to show filial piety. You are from the Western Region.Governor, to fight for the border for one night is to show loyalty. You are the crown prince of Da Jing, and you want to kill the crown prince of Mo Di to fulfill your duty. His Royal Highness is doing the right thing, and everyone should applaud you. Your HighnessIn this battle, there has never been anyone before, and there will be no one to come after, and in all dynasties, there is no crown prince who is more courageous and insightful than Yan Weiyu.

Song Beiming sat dumbly, he was about to break his heart, but he still couldn't bear to use a stronger tone.He leaned over, breathed lightly and looked at Yan Xi, and said in a conferring tone: "Yan Weiyu, I originally wanted to blame you. But I thought about it several times. If it were me, I would be like you."What he did. The opportunity to kill Di Xiao must not be missed, Da Jing has no more time to wait for the next opportunity."

Song Beiming thought so clearly.

He loves Yan Weiyu, not just his skin, he loves him as Weiyu, His Highness, and Governor. He said in front of Han Linmo that day, "He and I, a prince and a king, weTogether, it is the stable support of Da Jing Wanli Jiangshan", he also said, "Little rain is my Jiangshan".

Now those words are backfired.

He thought: What I actually love is the skin of Xiao Yu.

If this pair of skins does not exist in the world, what is the use of Jiangshan?

Why should Da Jing's country be carried with the skin of Li Yu?

The light rain is mine!

"But it's light rain—" Song Beiming placed his fingers at the corners of Yanxi's eyes, and felt the skin stretch slightly due to his touch. Yan Xi was so dependent on him, even in the painful dream, he also relaxed his body.He lightly kissed the sickly hot forehead and said, "You are mine, even the gods and kings of Hades can't take you away."

"Yan Weiyu, if you dare to leave me and leave, I will go with you." Song Beiming gritted his teeth, revealing his deep-seated madness, "Bi Luo Huang Quan, I have exhausted all the tricks, and I will find you to pay me back."A debt of love. I, Song Mengze, will do what I say."

Song Beiming's eyes were about to burst, and his cheeks were wet.

Since the bitter cry five years ago, his eyes have never been wet again.He had forgotten what it was like to cry, so when the tears fell, he didn't feel anything.

Song Beiming was really going to die of pain.