97. Life and Death
After traveling for some time, Yun Zhihe was given a muscle-softening powder and felt drowsy every day, but he forced himself to stay awake and explore the road.
The occasional glimpse of sunlight and the passing scenery allowed her to roughly guess that they were heading south.
Indeed... the south is far away from the war and is in the inland. If the Barbarian Princess wants to capture him, it will take some time.
Mo Beise lay lazily in her arms, his voice hoarse.
"If you and I were to get married in the south, would you be familiar with the customs? Ah, Madam Xiaoyun is well-read, so she would definitely know."
A smile rippled in his eyes, and he looked at Yun Zhihe again.
"Beise isn't from the Central Plains, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Don't you have a saying, 'Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog.'" Beise will be Lady Yun's man in the future, so he needs to understand these things... But barbarian weddings aren't as complicated as yours."
Mo Bei Se continued to chatter on and on.
"Or..." He stretched out the last syllable, met Yun Zhihe's eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't care about wedding etiquette or anything like that."
Mo Beise's fingertips stroked her fingers and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"...As long as I can get Madam Yun, that will be enough."
Yun Zhihe closed her eyes and didn't look at him, but Mo Beise was amused by her steadfastness and unyielding appearance. He chuckled twice, leaned over and breathed on her face, deliberately lowering his voice.
"Madam Yun...why don't you look at Beise?"
"But Bei Se is not beautiful enough?" He reached out and gently touched his face.
But he was born with a beauty of national beauty, with an inexplicable sweetness and charm, and his eyebrows were upturned with wildness and wantonness, which mixed together and was particularly breathtaking.
He leaned in her arms, soft and boneless, and smiled softly with his eyes narrowed, which was particularly heart-wrenching.
Yun Zhihe opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"You don't have to do this... I am a minister of the mausoleum, and I have no intention of living in seclusion with you. You cannot suppress my ambitions, and there is no need to be so entangled... I already have someone I love."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Beise's expression turned cold.
"Of course I know that something shameless has tempted you."
His voice was cold, and he frowned, as if with an unbelievable and persistent obsession, "But you should be Madam Xiaoyun..."
"Madam Xiaoyun, you shouldn't be trapped by love." He spoke almost word by word, "I can be madly in love with you, even if you never respond."
"But you can't fall in love with others. You are Madam Xiaoyun... You shouldn't be stained by dust. Do they deserve you? Even if you don't love me, you can not love anyone else. No one can defile you. Do you even know who you are?!"
Mo Beise suddenly finished speaking in a hurried voice, his cheeks slightly red, with a stubborn look, and then he gasped softly and breathed steadily.
He closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Before the two of them remained silent for long, they heard a bumpy sound. The groom outside suddenly pulled the reins, causing the carriage to bump, causing Mo Beise to groan.
He flung open the curtain, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?!"
The carriage woman hesitated to speak and pointed forward. Only then did Mo Beise see clearly—
There was a young man in front, riding his horse at full speed and facing the carriage. The young man looked embarrassed, with the wind and frost from the long journey. He was panting and pointing his bow at the carriage in front.
He paused, adjusted his breathing slightly, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Hey! Old man! Let Yun Zhihe go to me!"
Meng Xiaojiao's arrogant call of "old man" wiped away the smile on Mo Beise's face.
He could never be called an "old man".
Mo Beise's handsome face was extremely cold, and he sneered with an arrogant look.
"Why is my brother so rude and unreasonable?"
He glanced up and down, frowning in disdain, "You are short, dark-skinned, and have a rough appearance. How dare you argue with Bei Se?"
"you--"
Meng Xiaojiao just frowned, said "tsk", and glanced at him as well.
"You old man are quite clever with your words. You look wanton and you keep talking nonsense. I don't want to hear it. Let Yun Zhihe go!"
As he spoke, he shot an arrow, which hit the carriage door, making a trembling "buzzing" sound. Mo Bei's expression became even colder.
He looked at the carriage woman, and she immediately understood what he meant. She quickly jumped off her horse, picked up her sword and rushed towards Meng Xiaojiao. Meng Xiaojiao also immediately jumped off the horse and drew the knife from her waist.
He dodged the attack with difficulty, staring at the flashing sword with a cold expression.
Meng Xiaojiao traveled day and night for a long time before catching up with the carriage. She was extremely tired and could not deal with the highly skilled guards. She could only dodge with great effort.
Mo Beise saw his helplessness and weakness. His hands and legs were scratched by the sharp sword and bleeding. He smiled softly and looked down at Meng Xiaojiao in the carriage with the utmost disdain.
Meng Xiaojiao's movements became increasingly strenuous, and Mo Beise's smile widened. Before he could raise the corners of his lips again, she suddenly hugged him from behind.
The body temperature is hot and fragrant
——It’s Yun Zhihe.
Then came the arrow, the cold tip pressed against his throat, leaving a wound.
Yun Zhihe pulled out the arrow that Meng Xiaojiao had just shot at the carriage door and put it against Mo Beise's neck.
Mo Beise suddenly stopped, feeling the stinging and coldness on his neck.
He pursed his lips, his voice hoarse.
"When did Madam Yun regain her strength?"
Yun Zhihe exhaled lightly, "I didn't talk to you until now, just to conserve my energy..."
The strength in his hands increased a bit.
"Stop her."
Mo Beise lowered his eyes and said nothing, continuing to watch the fight between the guard and Meng Xiaojiao. The guard hesitated for a moment when he saw that he was being held hostage, but at his signal, he attacked Meng Xiaojiao's weak spot more fiercely.
Meng Xiaojiao groaned, and bloodstains appeared on his handsome face.
Yun Zhihe frowned, his voice hoarse, and he pressed the arrow in his hand against Mo Beise's neck even harder, until the arrowhead bit into the flesh.
"Stop her!"
Mo Beise sneered, not caring that the arrow had scratched his neck and dripped blood. Instead, he looked up at Yun Zhihe, his voice hoarse.
"Madam Yun... Zhihe, are you willing to give it up?"
"You could have just stabbed me in the neck and killed me..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the pain in his neck, "But you and that kid can't do anything to my guards."
"Killing me won't help."
"But if you don't kill me, then I'll wait until the guards have dealt with the kid, and then I'll deal with you... You're still under the influence of the muscle softener, so you can't resist."
"I'm definitely going to win... right?"
He chuckled.
"Madam Yun, you don't want to kill me, you just want to...scare Bei Se, right?"
Yun Zhihe paused, his expression slightly fluctuating, and his hand holding the arrow tightened.
"Mo Beise...you..."
Before she could finish her words with a slightly trembling voice, the young man's clear voice suddenly came.
"Hey, old man, are you looking down on me?"
Suddenly, the carriage woman fell down in disbelief.
Meng Xiaojiao staggered, sneered, gasped, reached out to wipe the blood off her face, and limped over.
He just allowed himself to be injured and pretended to be exhausted to find the weakness of the carriage woman, and then kill her in one fell swoop.
Mo Beise looked somewhat incredulous.
——He miscalculated.
“No…you, you…”
Meng Xiaojiao snorted, gasped, and stumbled over, "Stop dithering, Yun Zhihe. Just shoot that old man with an arrow and kill him immediately."
The muscle softening powder on Yun Zhihe's body had not yet lost its effect. His hands were trembling as he looked up at Meng Xiaojiao.
"Tiger cub...thank you."
Meng Xiaojiao glared at her, "You're the one who calls me a tiger cub?!"
But my face slowly turned red.
Yun Zhihe didn't dwell on this and continued speaking.
"His life is not necessary; his crime does not deserve death."
Meng Xiaojiao frowned, agreeing, and glanced at Mo Beise with disdain, who had a stiff expression.
Although she saved his life, Meng Xiaojiao showed no mercy to him. She tied him up without any mercy and tied him sideways to the horse's back.
It was the same posture that Yun Zhihe was in when he was abducted.
Yun Zhihe finally recovered a little after taking the antidote. He looked at Mo Beise being tied up by Meng Xiaojiao with an unhappy look on her face and in a cruel way, but still didn't say anything.
…
The atmosphere at today's morning court session was rather solemn. The majestic emperor leaned wearily on the dragon throne, his huge pregnant belly bulging out his dark, gold-embroidered dragon robe, almost suffocating him.
Xuanyuan Ying's eyes were dark and blue, and the corners of his eyes were cold and tired. The courtiers who were looking at him like this pursed their lips and stepped forward to speak.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
"You're pregnant, so you shouldn't be working so hard... Your health is the foundation of the country, don't harm it..."
She said that the purpose of this call was simply to remind Xuanyuan to take good care of himself and not to be unable to recover immediately.
Since ancient times, childbirth is like walking through the gates of hell for men. Your Majesty is carrying twins and working day and night. Your body looks obviously broken. How can you continue like this?
Although he is a man, he has made outstanding political achievements and his abilities are many times better than those of the previous emperor. Over the years, they have already regarded him as the true emperor. How could they let him hurt himself like this? It seems that he is about to collapse at any moment.
Before he could speak, a sudden sound was heard.
"Report—urgent report from Beidi—Taishu Yun feigned surrender, inviting the barbarian army into the city for an ambush, but was captured. Beidi achieved a hard-fought victory, and the barbarian army was repelled!"
Xuanyuan Ying was stunned for a moment, looked up at the messenger, his voice hoarse.
"Tell me, what happened to Yun Zhihe?"
I could barely find my voice.
"Tai Shou Yun was abducted, and his fate remains unknown—"
Before she could finish her words, she saw blood flowing from the luxurious golden dragon throne... The other court officials also noticed it -
A winding trail of blood flowed from the dragon throne, and Xuanyuan Ying trembled all over. The blood was flowing from his throat.
“Imperial Physician—! Imperial Physician—!”
A courtier shouted hurriedly.
"Your Majesty is bleeding! Is she about to give birth?! Someone come quickly!!"
In an instant, the morning court was in chaos again. Xuanyuan Ying's eyes could no longer hold back, and slowly closed, and he collapsed.
Only these words echoed in my ears.
"Life or death unknown—"
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