Chapter 84
As the sun sets in the west, the remaining flags sticking diagonally on the battlefield are blurred by the setting sun into a blood-red color with a faint golden glow, and the floating corpses on the ground appear endlessly desolate.
The oncoming iron cavalry was like a steel knife that stabbed forcefully into the war-torn land. The anti-bandit soldiers who had just laid down their weapons and surrendered became more and more panicked, huddled together like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
As the distance got closer, Fan Changyu could see more clearly the man who was charging in the front alone on horseback. His face was as cold as jade, and his eyes were like cold stars and fire. He stared at her like a wild wolf hunting in the wilderness, and rushed over here with a whip on his hand.
Fan Changyu was shocked when he saw this, and then he said to Xie Wu: "Now that they are closer, how come they look more similar?"
Xie Wu was about to cry. Seeing Xie Zheng's murderous expression, he subconsciously said, "Girl, run!"
Fan Changyu's helmet had fallen off a long time ago, and the small bun on his head could not be untied after the fierce battle with the rebel general. His messy hair fluttered in the wind, making him very conspicuous among the group of dusty soldiers.
She thought Xie Wu was panicking because he saw that her disguise as a man to fight on the battlefield for Yan Zheng had been exposed. Her heart skipped a beat and she didn't have time to think about why the general on horseback looked so much like Yan Zheng. She ran to where there were many people, trying to hide first.
However, two legs could not outrun four legs. The big black horse, which was a head taller than a man, seemed to bring up a gust of wind when it ran. Before Fan Changyu could even pick up a helmet from the ground and put it on himself, he was lifted up onto the horse's back by the waist.
She was upside down with her belly pressed against the saddle. Before she could catch her breath, the horse galloped back. For a moment, all she could see was the surrounding scenery rapidly falling backwards.
Someone among the cavalry shouted, "The rebel leader Shi Yue has been beheaded by the Marquis at the mouth of the gorge! This head is the proof! The army has returned in triumph!"
The Yanzhou Army, which was originally exhausted, suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.
Fan Changyu was forced onto the horse and instinctively tried to leap up twice, but because she had expended too much energy in killing the enemy previously, she was now tired and her hands and feet were sore. The hand pressing on her waist and back was like an iron clamp, preventing her from leaping up.
During the struggle, he smelled the strong smell of blood mixed with the bitter smell of herbs. The strength of Fan Changyu's struggle weakened. He tried to turn his head to look at the handsome man on the horse, whose face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. He called out uncertainly, "Yan Zheng?"
Xie Zheng lowered his eyes to look at her, and said nothing. He looked straight ahead, then suddenly he squeezed the horse's belly harder and shouted, "Drive!"
Although the voice was cold and full of anger, Fan Changyu could still recognize it as Yan Zheng's voice without a doubt.
She suddenly stopped struggling and hung on the horse's back like a silly goose, her eyes reflecting the sunset and the forests, full of confusion and bewilderment.
Yan Zheng is not a soldier, he is a general.
Why would he lie to himself?
Xie Zheng's warhorse had left his followers far behind, and green mountains and flowing water were adjacent to each other on both sides of the official road.
After noticing Fan Changyu's abnormality, Xie Zheng pulled the reins to slow down the horse. He reached out to pull Fan Changyu up, but he didn't expect Fan Changyu to suddenly attack. He turned his elbow to avoid Xie Zheng's grab, jumped up like a leopard, pressed him down on the horse's back, stared at him with anger in his round almond eyes, and shouted: "You lied to me!"
Xie Zheng's expression turned cold for a moment, and he said, "I can explain."
The sky gradually became darker. Fan Changyu looked at the man who was being pulled by the collar and pressed on the horse's back. After his anger, he felt a sense of grievance that he could not explain.
Seeing that he was seriously injured, she was afraid that he would die on the battlefield, so she thought of hiding it from him and going to the battle for him, but it seemed that he was deceiving herself from beginning to end.
If he was really seriously injured, how could he lift himself onto the horse with one hand?
Fan Changyu pursed his lips, anger and grievance intertwined in his heart, and asked: "Explain why you became a general, or explain why you lied to me and your injury has not healed?"
Because she had used so much force on her hand, blood began to flow out from the cracked knuckles. Xie Zheng felt the warm and sticky touch and before he could answer her question, his eyes changed color: "Are you injured?"
As he spoke, he grabbed Fan Changyu's hand that was pulling on his collar with one hand and was about to turn it over to look at the wound on her hand, but Fan Changyu continued to hold him down.
Xie Zheng's face became increasingly grim. His heartbeat hadn't calmed down yet. It was not known whether it was because he had been riding a horse all the way or because he was afraid of something. He suppressed a hint of anger in his eyes and said, "I can explain everything you said. I'll take you back to see your wounds first."
Fan Changyu was still furious, and uttered a few words coldly: "None of your business."
With no one pulling the reins, the warhorse stopped after trotting for a distance. After she released the grip on Xie Zheng, she was about to jump off the horse, but she was caught off guard when the person behind her suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed her into his arms.
After Fan Changyu turned over, he had been sitting face to face with him. His waist was almost broken by the clamp, and his jaw was tightly grasped by one hand, causing his bones to ache. His eyes were filled with blood, and he said viciously: "Don't worry about me? Then don't use drugs to make me go to the battlefield. Do you know what the battlefield is? It is a place where human life is not taken seriously! Have you forgotten what I told you last time when you went down the mountain to steal food?"
He seemed to have never been so angry before, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were so fierce as if he wanted to eat her alive. However, his hands were clenched so tightly around her waist that his knuckles turned white, as if he was protecting the most precious thing that he almost lost.
Fan Changyu was already angry and aggrieved because of his deception. When he yelled at her, her eyes suddenly became sore for no reason. She suppressed the bitterness in her eyes and gritted her teeth and shouted, "I'm just afraid that you will die on the battlefield!"
"Even if I died there, you shouldn't go!"
As soon as these words were shouted out, Xie Zheng looked at Fan Changyu, who had tears in his eyes but was holding them back stubbornly, refusing to let them fall. His heart felt as if it had been burned by a red-hot iron, and the throbbing mass of flesh and blood contracted in pain. Both of them were breathing tremblingly.
His face was still tense, but when he lowered his eyes, his voice softened: "If I die, you will take your sister and leave the barracks, find a new place to settle down, open a butcher shop, build a pig shed and raise pigs, live well, and in the future marry a gentle and handsome scholar you like, and have children..."
When the tears that Fan Changyu had been holding back in her eyes fell on his hands, he looked at the girl in front of him, whose tears were falling down in large drops but crying silently. His eyes became even bloodier and he suddenly grabbed her jaw and kissed her fiercely.
"Bang——"
There was a loud thunder in the sky, and bright white lightning split the dark night. The sky had been clear for half a month, but finally a sudden spring rain came tonight.
Raindrops as big as beans fell down. Fan Changyu pushed the man away several times but failed. The rain slid down her eyelids. For a moment, she could not tell whether the marks on her face were rain or tears. She hit the man hard with her elbow several times and heard a muffled groan. The hand behind her head did not loosen its strength at all, and instead kissed him even more fiercely as if he was risking his life.
Lightning flashed across the mountains, and after a moment of light, the whole world sank into endless darkness again.
When it comes to being crazy, Fan Changyu can't be crazier than him.
There were so many unknown and unfamiliar emotions tangled in her chest that she couldn't even cry properly.
At the end, he rested his forehead against hers, and his blood-scabbed hand gently stroked her long hair that was wet from the rain. His voice was very soft, and his eyes were pitch black: "As long as I am alive, you can forget about having children for others in your life."
Fan Changyu had cried enough, and all the bad emotions in her heart were vented out through crying. She raised her eyes and looked at Xie Zhengshi, and punched him mercilessly.
She did not hold back her strength, and Xie Zheng was knocked off the horse by her punch.
Fan Changyu didn't even turn around to look at him. He just pulled the reins and shouted, "Drive!"
The warhorse galloped out, kicking up a cloud of mud and water.
Xie Zheng lay on his back in the rain, covering his left eye that was hit by Fan Changyu with one hand. He took a deep breath of cool air and put his hand down after a while. He looked at the night rain and laughed out loud.
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Fan Changyu was riding his horse at full speed and wiped his lips with the back of his hand on the way, but it hurt when he touched it. There was no doubt that his lips were swollen.
The cool rain hit his face, and his cheeks felt slightly hot. Fan Changyu wiped his lips harder, as if trying to wipe away something.
On the official road ahead, they met a group of personal guards who were looking for Xie Zheng, and Xie Wu was among them.
When he saw Fan Changyu, he hurried forward and called out, "Miss Fan."
Seeing Fan Changyu riding Xie Zheng's mount, he looked behind Fan Changyu, but saw no trace of Xie Zheng, so he asked again, "Where is the Marquis?"
Fan Changyu originally thought that Xie Zheng was just a general. When he heard Xie Wu calling him Marquis, he was stunned for a moment, then said with a fierce face: "He fell to death!"
Yan Bie didn't care about the expressions of his bodyguards and just drove forward.
Xie Wu hurriedly pointed out a few people: "You guys escort the lady back, and the rest of you follow me to find the Marquis!"
A dozen bodyguards were divided into two groups. One group followed Fan Changyu carefully at a distance, while the other group went to look for Xie Zheng in a hurry.
When they saw Xie Zheng on the official road, Xie Wu and his companions immediately dismounted and went forward to greet him, "My Lord!"
The resin torches continued to burn in the rainy night. When the bodyguards saw the bruise at the corner of Xie Zheng's eye, they were all stunned.
Madam beat up the Marquis?
Xie Wu thought that he had also deceived Fan Changyu, and recalled the tragic scene of the rebel general being hammered to death by Fan Changyu, and swallowed his saliva with great difficulty.
Will his wife beat him when he gets back?
Xie Zheng did not notice his stupid thoughts and asked, "Where is she?"
This "she" can only be Fan Changyu.
Xie Wu quickly came back to his senses and replied, "Xie Jiu and others escorted the lady back."
Xie Zheng did not ask any more questions. He climbed onto Xie Wu's horse and said, "Let's go back to the camp."
The author has something to say:
Stupid author is very slow in the emotional part, so I will update less in this chapter, and I will update more when it comes to the plot, mummy~
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