Chapter 3666 Zhu Feng, I'll wait for you...
"What does your Majesty want to tell you?"
This time, Monk looked at them with a much clearer gaze. Although the wind was so cold that people could hardly stand, his breathing was steadier than before. When he spoke, it didn't even sound like a dying man speaking.
He said, "After I die, you must remember to keep my death a secret and continue your journey north."
Having said this, he paused, then added in a more emphatically tone, "Don't look back."
Several ministers frowned slightly and looked at each other.
In fact, everyone was already aware of Monk's situation, and they had already planned to wait until he died before turning back to Kulun City. However, they did not expect that he would repeatedly emphasize not to turn back at this time, which made everyone feel a little embarrassed.
After all, this is the monarch's last wish. If anyone dares to disobey, they will inevitably be accused of deceiving the monarch if they are criticized by people with ulterior motives in the future.
Seeing the complicated expressions on everyone's faces, Monk seemed to have known they would hesitate. He sneered and said in a more serious tone, "I have repeatedly reminded you that the survival of the Neng Kingdom depends on this journey north. If you can persevere and drag the Yan Kingdom emperor to death on this grassland, whether you continue north to find a livable land with abundant grass and water, or return to Kulun City, our Neng Kingdom will have hope of survival."
“…”
"But if you disobey my orders and turn back to Kulun City, Zhu Feng will definitely take this opportunity to capture you all in one fell swoop."
“…”
"Even if he doesn't die this time, if he survives, he will definitely harm our Neng Kingdom—"
He paused here, but it wasn't because he was out of breath. Instead, he stared fiercely at the ministers, then said gravely, word by word, "Kill them all."
These four words seem like four knives.
Those ministers inexplicably felt a panic as if they were being forced into a desperate situation.
After saying these words, Munch's breath became weaker and weaker, as if the little strength he had accumulated with great difficulty had been exhausted by these last few words and taken away by the biting cold wind.
He said with his dying breath: "You must remember this, remember this!"
Several ministers suddenly dared not say anything.
One of the old ministers knelt beside him and said softly, "Your Majesty's order, we dare not disobey."
Hearing him say this, Monk finally felt relieved.
He let out a long breath, and this breath was carried by the cold wind, which seemed to have swept away the last bit of heat in his body. He slowly lay back on the soft animal skin and looked up at the dark sky. He was extremely tired and felt as if his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds. Not only did he want to close his eyes, but it seemed as if the wind was dragging him into the dark and bottomless abyss.
But he held on to his last breath, and looked up at the sky above his head, his eyes as weak as a candle in the wind.
That look seemed to be searching for something.
The minister beside him couldn't help but ask softly: "Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"
“…”
Monk watched silently for a long time. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, which seemed to have a hint of pride. He said, "I'm watching, watching to see how far away he is from me."
Everyone looked at each other and barely realized that he was talking about Zhu Feng.
How far is Zhu Feng from them?
Just when everyone didn't know how to answer, Monk smiled and said slowly, "Not far away."
“…”
"He's coming soon."
“…”
At this moment, several ministers understood that what he said was not that Zhu Feng was about to catch up with them, but...
Thinking of this, especially looking at his pale face without blood, his eyes were about to lose their last light like a candle in the wind, but even at this time, he was still worried about the biggest threat to the country of Dan, and was worried about letting the man who wanted to kill them all die with him on this vast snowy field. Several ministers were suddenly overwhelmed with grief, and they couldn't help but kneel on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly with tears in their eyes.
"His Majesty……"
At this time, Monk could no longer hear their voices.
The howling wind swept past, sweeping away his last bit of clarity. The stars in his eyes transformed into a person's face, that familiar face, the bright eyes. Two people had been fighting for a lifetime, and he could never have imagined that they would have to use such a method to decide the outcome, and decide life and death.
Monk smiled and said softly, "Zhu Feng, I'll wait for you..."
“…”
"I'm on the way, waiting for you..."
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The howling wind almost swept away everything on the boundless snowfield.
However, there are always some people who insist on moving forward against the wind.
Although their hair and eyebrows were covered with snow at this time, making their original appearance completely unrecognizable, as long as Ran Xiaoyu looked up, she could see Ye Zheng's back not far in front of her. He looked so familiar, exactly the same as he had been with her day and night in the past few years.
But, it seems a little different.
She never thought that a person's emotions could be seen just from the back.
She could deeply feel Ye Zheng's eagerness at this moment, as if he wished a pair of wings could grow from his back so that he could fly to Zhu Feng's side the next moment.
Speaking of which, since the two of them left Yan Country and sailed to the West, they have experienced countless hardships and dangers, and even faced life-and-death situations, but Ran Xiaoyu has never seen Ye Zheng as panicked as he is now.
But she seemed to understand.
Because the person Ye Zheng was going to chase was Zhu Feng.
This was the person Ye Zheng followed throughout his life. Even though he had left his side, his heart was always concerned about him. As soon as he heard the news that Ye Zheng was seriously ill and had gone to the snowfield, he immediately rushed back from thousands of miles away.
After leaving the Great Wall Moat, Ye Zheng didn't even look back.
By now, they had been galloping on horseback for a full half day without eating a single bite of food or drinking a sip of water. Although they could hold on, the horses under them were so tired that white foam was oozing from the corners of their mouths.
Thinking of this, Ran Xiaoyu spurred her horse hard to catch up and ran to Ye Zheng's side. When she turned her head, she could see that his face was covered with snow, but his firm eyes were always staring at the front, as if nothing in the world could stop him from moving forward at this moment.
Ran Xiaoyu said, "Ye Zheng."
No response.
She shouted again, "Ye Zheng!"
At this time, Ye Zheng seemed to come back to his senses. He turned to look at Ran Xiaoyu who was walking side by side with him, frowned slightly, but said nothing.
Ran Xiaoyu said, "Let's take a break. The horse is almost dying."
“…”
Ye Zheng didn't say anything and turned to look forward.
Ran Xiaoyu knew what he was worried about and said, "Don't worry, your majesty will be fine."
Ye Zheng gritted his teeth, his eyes firm and even a little vicious as he said word by word, "Nothing can happen to him!"
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