Chapter 10 Nightmare
"I am only temporarily appointed to the battlefield. I am not going to die. It is not my turn to let a young boy take care of Jiaojiao for me." Marquis Wu'an looked a little angry. "Have you prepared everything I asked you to do?"
Luo Yong nodded and said, "I know about this. I have already told Master Yun San about this matter. Please rest assured!"
"Well, this is the most appropriate way. Yun Ke still has to take care of Jiaojiao at home." Wu Anhou was relieved and emphasized, "You must go to check the armory in person. Do you understand? All cold weapons must be sharpened. Don't make any mistakes!"
"If someone blocks you, just charge forward with my token. Remember, my name and the names of my 150,000-man army are all in your hands."
Luo Yong knew that the task was arduous, so he responded seriously: "Yes, sir, Banban is already by the young lady's side, protecting her in secret, and will not appear unless the young lady's life is threatened!"
"Well, then I am relieved."
Marquis Wu'an sighed.
He has been dreaming for the past two days.
I dreamed that an army of 150,000 soldiers landed in a tiankeng in Luogu and were surrounded by the enemy. Their weapons were broken and could no longer withstand the enemy's fierce attack.
The battle was a disastrous one, and the soldiers' blood was diluted by the heavy rain, almost filling half of the Luogu tiankeng.
He is one of the survivors.
However, just after returning to the capital, he was slandered by court officials for embezzling military funds. The emperor was furious and actually found those imaginary things in his private warehouse.
Then an imperial decree sent him to prison, where he was tortured.
He finally died outside the Xuanwu Gate of the Imperial Palace.
All the ministers watched as the once high-ranking military generals, who had been granted titles of nobility, fell to this state.
The Yun family's noble and wealthy family collapsed in an instant. Yun Huai and Yun Ke resisted in vain and were beheaded in the imperial prison. All the men including Yun Xin were exiled and the women were made official prostitutes.
From then on, I never went to the Yun family in Beijing again.
Marquis Wu'an felt palpitations, as if this had happened before.
So he had to be on guard.
"It's getting late. Why don't you go and rest?" Luo Yong advised. "You are already tired enough from handling affairs on weekdays."
Wu'an Hou looked at Luo Yong intently. He died tragically by the sword in order to protect several children.
No, that's never going to happen!
"Yeah." Wu'an Hou responded randomly and walked into the house.
In the middle of the night, Yun Ju'an had a long dream.
A Weng put on his armor and went to the battlefield to lead the Yuan Dynasty to attack the Dongyi people in the fourteen continents of Biansha.
Not only were the soldiers’ salaries not paid, there was a shortage of food and fodder, and even their weapons had been tampered with.
Aung was covered in blood and stood up from a huge sand pit, his eyes still showing the arrogance of a military commander.
“No…don’t!”
Yun Ju'an woke up suddenly, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
She is now eleven years old and had a trip to Xishan Temple that was something she had never experienced in her previous life and was shocked.
It was clear that the Eighth Son started to seize the throne and harm the Yun family after her twelfth birthday.
Could this happen earlier?!
Yun Zhuan couldn't figure it out for a moment, and he just felt a dull pain in his head!
"Miss, what's wrong?" Duhuo was on guard outside. When he heard the voice of his young lady inside, he quickly pushed the door open.
What caught my eye was a young lady in a midriff-baring skirt, sitting up, her slender hands covering her head.
Looks painful and uneasy.
"Miss?" Duhuo was a little anxious.
Yun Zhuan raised his eyes with tears in his eyes: "Duhuo, what should I do? It hurts so much!"
"Miss, if it hurts somewhere, I'll go call a doctor right away!" Duhuo was very calm.
Yun Zhuan raised his head with tears streaming down his cheeks. "I want to see Aung, I want to see Aung."
Duhuo coaxed his young lady while putting a cloak on her and wanted to get clothes for Yun Zhuan.
Yun Ju'an couldn't wait that long, so he just put on a pair of embroidered shoes and ran out without caring about anything.
Duhuo saw that he couldn't hold back any longer, so he had no choice but to follow Yun Zhuan:
"Miss, slow down!"
It was only the 11th hour and the sky was still dark. One could only vaguely see the ink-blue of the sky interweaving in depth and shallowness. The Wu'an Marquis Mansion had winding eaves and corridors, which were extremely complex.
Dewdrops of morning mist condensed in the yard. Yun Ju'an no longer cared about anything. His fluttering cloak brought up a gust of wind.
Duhuo followed Yun Zhuan, unable to say a word.
Today, Luo Yong got up early, thinking about packing the luggage for the Marquis.
Emperor Yuan had harsh requirements, and the Marquis was already quite old, so he could only spend more time on the luggage and make it perfect. He would take care of the household affairs himself.
"Uncle Luo——"
It was a girl's voice.
There was fear and terror in the crying voice, and countless grievances were gathered in one cry.
Luo Yong was a little surprised, because the girl in front of him was the young lady of Wu'an Marquis Mansion.
Clouds are bound and peaceful.
She was only wearing a middle-length skirt and a long cloak.
Even the shoes seemed to have disappeared.
There were some dirt and dust on the fair little feet, as well as red scratches from fine sand and gravel.
"Miss, what happened?" Luo Yong hurriedly called for tea and snacks, as well as hot water. "It's only the 11th hour, did you have a nightmare?"
Yun Zhuan couldn't stop crying. The wind had blown her face red. The tip of her nose and cheeks were all slightly red.
"I want to see Grandmother. Please help me pass the message!"
The Marquis tossed and turned until the middle of the night before he finally fell asleep, and even the servant Luo felt a little sorry for him.
The one on the left is the young lady he has grown up with, and the one on the right is the marquis to whom he is loyal.
With his masters on both sides, Luo Yong had just made up his mind when he heard the sound of a door opening with a "creak".
Luo Yong turned his head and saw that his master had already put on a long robe, but his face looked a little haggard, like a lion in his twilight years, with bloodshot eyes.
Yun Zhuan ran over and rushed into the arms of Marquis Wu'an, hugging him and sobbing.
It’s still vivid in my mind, and I’m worried about gains and losses.
She dared not forget it for a moment.
"Aung——" The voice was filled with longing and endless pain.
Wu Anhou was touched and consoled him, "What's wrong? Grandfather is here."
[Did you have a nightmare? Fortunately, I am still here and can still comfort Jiaojiao. ]
Yun Zhuan choked up and said, "I dreamed that Aung left. Aung, where are you going?"
Marquis Wu'an was a little surprised. He felt his granddaughter trembling with fear while holding Yun Zhuan in his hands. He led her into the room and asked someone to bring a bucket.
[Except for Yun Huai and Luo Yong, no one else in the mansion should know that I am going to go to war! Who did Jiao Jiao hear this from? ]
"It's okay, it's okay! Grandpa won't leave. Grandpa will stay with our precious little Jiaojiao, okay?" Wu'an Hou comforted.
Yun Zhuan shed a tear and sat there obediently, but disappointment flashed in her eyes:
"You lied, you lied, you're going to go out to fight, aren't you?"
Yun Juan remembered clearly how many people from the Yun family died in the war.
Aong's biological sons and grandsons all died on the battlefield. Some of them had their heads cut off and hung in the sand, their blood soaking the sand, and they were laughed at by the barbarians.
Some died in the trenches, and even their bodies could not be collected.
During the past seven years, the Yun family had not had any red hangings, and everything was in vain.
The aunts were also loyal and brave. If they had martial arts skills, they would die on the battlefield with their husbands and sons. If they didn't have martial arts skills, they would hang themselves on the beams at home and then go down to comfort their husbands and sons!
The Yun family is a true hero!
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