Cheng Ying pulled the corners of his lips with great effort. His face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood on his lips, his whole body was cold and clammy, his hands and feet were numb, and his head was dizzy. These were signs of excessive blood loss and the onset of shock.
He tried hard to keep his eyes open and look at Yu Jiao, the girl he had loved for many years but always missed. This might be the last time they would see each other.
Decades of time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Looking back on the road he had come, he could not remember clearly how his heart was moved back then. He only remembered the time they spent together in Qinling Mountains. The little girl called him "senior brother" left and right, mischievously, cunningly, aggrievedly, and stubbornly.
Depend on him wholeheartedly.
Perhaps it was because he fell in love with her over time, he invested too much of his thoughts and thoughts in her, and his eyes stayed on her for too long, so he no longer noticed anyone else.
When his vision went completely dark, Fu Chuan felt as if he had returned to the Qinling Mountains. It was March in Shaochun, and the spring was bright and sunny. He was walking in the mountains with Jiaojiao on his back. The little girl was chattering on his back, complaining about being scolded by her grandfather again.
It’s great, but I can never go back.
He closed his eyes, a faint but bitter smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
This time, it was her turn to risk her life to save him. From now on, there would be no more debts owed to each other between them.
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Witnessing the defeat of Cheng Ying, who had developed the muskets and shipboard cannons and was so powerful that he was almost omnipotent, Song Su secretly made a gesture, wanting to retreat quietly with the Hosokawa gang and escape by boat before everyone could react.
However, they didn't expect that as soon as they moved, they were met with a large number of arrows and soldiers who had cut off their retreat and were lying in ambush behind them.
Gu Yun shouted, "Lingnan troops, listen up, capture all the pirates! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"
The sound of fighting rang out. Even though the Hosokawa pirates had extremely powerful muskets in their hands, firstly, the muskets did not fire continuously, and the pirates were better at fighting at sea. Secondly, the Lingnan Army had 50,000 soldiers. The well-trained and battle-hardened Lingnan Army quickly captured all the Hosokawa pirates.
Gu Yun personally captured the bandit leader Song Su and won a great victory.
The night is coming to an end and dawn is breaking. The golden morning light shines through the sea of clouds and falls on the sea level.
Yu Jiao, who had finally removed the arrow from Cheng Ying's back, touched his neck and felt the faintly beating carotid artery. She exhaled slowly, her eyes dazzled by the sparkling sea. She looked up and saw the red sun rising, shattering the sunset glow in the sea.
The sunrise was beautiful, just as beautiful as before.
Yu Jiao was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head to bandage the wound on Cheng Ying's chest. He was seriously injured and had lost so much blood, so he had to use Yang-raising and Sun-strengthening medicine, and find a thousand-year-old ginseng to save his life.
She raised her eyes and looked around, only to find that Yu Qizhe had been standing behind her, watching her treat Cheng Ying's injuries.
How to describe the way he looked at me? It was as if there was a layer of frost, his pupils were dark and not a single light could penetrate, and there was a certain indifference and cold mockery.
Yu Jiao's heart sank as she noticed the knife wound on his chest and the large bloodstain on his collar that had oxidized into dark red.
"When were you injured?" Yu Jiao grabbed his sleeve and pleaded, "Let me take a look at your injury."
Yu Qizhe stood still, but his fingers hanging in his sleeves were slightly curled. He wanted to brush her hand away, but he couldn't bear to treat her so coldly.
Yu Jiao opened his shirt and saw the knife wound. Her eyes turned red. She poured the golden medicine on the wound. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "I'm sorry, Yu Qizhe, I'm sorry..."
Why is she crying again? Yu Qizhe looked at the big tears rolling down her cheeks. He had obviously fulfilled her wish, letting Cheng Ying go and letting her treat Cheng Ying. Why was she still crying?
Yu Qizhe finally raised his hand and wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips, "Don't cry, isn't he okay?"
Yu Jiao looked up at him and held his hand, "Yu Qizhe, I'm sorry..."
Yu Qizhe pursed his lips and forced a cold smile. He knew that she was so stubborn in saying sorry to him because she hoped to hear him say it was okay, it didn't matter, but he couldn't say it at this moment.
"Yu Jiao." Yu Qizhe called her by her full name. Although his voice was calm and without any strong fluctuations, it contained a deep sense of fatigue. "I am also injured, and I feel pain too."
He pulled his hand back from Yu Jiao's palm, his voice hoarse, "If the person standing here is Cheng Ying, then I will be the one to die. If that's the case, will you also protect me with your life like you protected him?"
"You used your life to protect him, have you ever thought about my feelings? You are my wife." Yu Qizhe looked at Yu Jiao quietly, but there was a feeling of calm madness.
Yu Jiao was stung by his words and felt a little helpless. Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes again. It seemed that all the tears in her life would be shed today.
"Of course I will protect you with my life." Yu Jiao's nose was sour, and she pulled Yu Qizhe's hand again, "You are my husband, the father of my future child, and the one I love in this life. How could I not care about your life or death?"
Her hand was brushed away again. Yu Jiao felt a little aggrieved. He treated her with that distant and cold attitude again.
But this time, it was she who made him sad and angry.
She hugged Yu Qizhe's waist regardless and put her cheek on his chest. "Whether you believe it or not, I have to say that I have always treated my senior brother as a relative. He died for me, and I owe him a life. I can't help but feel guilty, but I can't love him, nor can I respond to his feelings for me, and I can't repay all the good things he has done for me, because the person I love is you..."
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