After Shao Qing sent Wei Jing off to the battle, his heart was tense.
He was in a very bad condition and the battle situation was urgent.
After riding a horse for most of the day to reach Xinzheng, she was tired but not sleepy at all and was waiting anxiously.
Fortunately, the first battle report came back and it was good.
Wei Jing led a large army to pursue the enemy as far as Nanshui, about seventy miles away from the enemy.
Great! It is possible to catch up.
Even if I can't catch up, I'll be at Qishan Road soon. The Qishan Road is narrow, so it is impossible for Prince An to lead his army immediately, so there is plenty of room for him to turn around.
Shao Qing finally calmed down and was able to sit down.
But the next military report made her terrified.
"What? He Xin sent 30,000 elite soldiers to dig the north dike of the South Water? Climbing the Four Elephants Mountain to avoid the flood and going to the South Water to stop the enemy are at the same distance. There is a difference of opinion and Han Xi and Lu Jian are arguing about it?"
The first thing that caught his eye were these few lines of words, and Shao Qing's heart skipped a beat.
There was shock, but more of a sense of urgency.
What is shocking is that He Xin dared to do such a perverse thing and even flooded hundreds of thousands of civilians in an attempt to stop the pursuing troops. His actions are simply outrageous.
But she was even more anxious, because Shao Qing was most aware of Wei Jing's paranoia after his drastic change. The blood feud was deeply engraved in her heart, burning her internal organs.
On one side were tens of thousands of civilians, and on the other side, he destroyed He Xin, refused to allow King An to seize Yizhou, and laid the most solid foundation for revenge.
What will he choose?
I still remember how difficult it was for him in Pingtao when his faith barely overwhelmed his hatred, and how guilty he felt afterwards.
The situation now is even worse than that of Ping Tao. His mother and brother died without peace, his mother had just been deposed and denounced to the world, and his brother's entire family had their graves destroyed and their coffins dug up.
He had to lead his troops to stop the enemy without even showing any sign of easing up.
Shao Qing was extremely scared. He was afraid that He Xin would escape and enter the pass through Prince An, and he was also afraid that tens of thousands of innocent people would die tragically. He was even more afraid that he would regret it in the future.
Wei Jing's previous promise flashed through his mind at the first moment, but now in this dilemma, with his mind still clouded by hatred, can he still remember it in time?
In just that instant, Shao Qing broke out in a cold sweat, but she felt nothing and quickly turned to the next page.
"…My Lord's order: Go to the riverbank immediately and destroy the enemy troops that have breached the riverbank first."
With just these few words, Shao Qing's heart, which had been hanging in the air, fell heavily to the ground.
It was really heavy, so heavy that an intense feeling of distension and pain immediately filled my chest. It was extremely uncomfortable, but mixed with a sense of heavy relief.
She knew him best, and with just a few simple and straightforward sentences, only she could deeply understand how difficult it was for him to make this decision.
Dilemma, struggle, pain, but he finally made the decision.
Shao Qing's eyes felt a little hot.
The night wind blew in through the wide-open hall door, tightly grasping the paper letter, and Shao Qing felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
She felt sorry for him and was very worried. She wished she could rush to his side immediately to comfort him, console him, and do her best to heal his wounds.
But the battle situation was unclear, and she could not assist in the war, but it was necessary for her to ensure that she was not in danger.
After anxiously waiting, finally, good news came again.
Wei Jing led a large army to catch up with He Xin and successfully surrounded the latter at the Qishan Pass.
Shao Qing stood up with a bang: "Wang Jing, let's go back to Shangchun City."
With 280,000 troops surrounding 80,000, given Wei Jing's ability, there will be no mistakes.
She first took a detour back to Shangchun City. Shangchun City was the base camp, which was safe and much closer to Qishan Road. As soon as the news of the great victory came back, she immediately set off to meet him.
While on the road, he was worried and hurried all the way. As soon as he entered Shangchun City, he received good news from the front line.
Shao Qing was overjoyed and immediately ordered Wang Jing to turn around and rush to Qishan Road.
I wonder if Wei Jing is feeling better?
The two of them have been separated for four days. With some time to relax and some fighting on the battlefield to vent his emotions, he should feel a little better, right?
She can comfort and reassure him, and it should be fine.
Shao Qing felt a little relieved when thinking this.
After a bumpy ride, they finally arrived at the camp, which was 20 miles away from the Qishan Pass.
…
The personal guards escorted the dusty Shao Qing to the gate and stopped their horses. She was dressed in a blue Hu costume with tied sleeves and her black hair was tied up. She looked like a young girl, but she had been in and out of the camp many times, so many guards recognized her and hurried to welcome her in.
"Madam, the master has gone to the back."
As soon as he arrived at the central tent, the captain of the personal guard on duty came to meet him. He sent someone to inform the lord while leading Shao Qing to the back.
"arrive."
Shao Qing craned his neck to look.
It was a dark night with only campfires and fire sticks for lighting, so visibility was poor. But at first glance, she saw a familiar tall figure standing in front of the tent door.
"Husband!"
She called out with joy and trotted forward, but when she got closer, she realized something was wrong.
In the dim firelight, Wei Jingyi's temples were wet with sweat, his breathing was heavy, his eyes were red, and his fists were clenched tightly.
The look of exhaustion after a hard struggle, covered in scars and exhausted, is not unfamiliar.
Isn’t it a big victory? how so?
Shao Qing's heart tightened, and she quickly ran forward to hold his hand, "Husband."
But even his palms were wet, and sweat seeped into a few fresh pinch marks: "What happened?"
She was extremely worried, and looked up at him and asked him repeatedly. Wei Jing said in a hoarse voice, "Ah Qing."
When he missed her so much and longed for her to be by his side, she came, rushing to his side in a dusty state.
I don’t know how to describe the feeling in my heart. I just feel that my chest is full and bloated. He immediately shook her hand back and called softly, "Ah Qing."
"Um."
Shao Qing responded softly. He was in a bad state and it was not appropriate for him to say anything in detail outside: "Shall we go back first?"
She reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. It was just a layer of moisture, and his body must be soaked as well. A young and healthy man shouldn't be so exhausted, so he had to wash up quickly.
Wei Jing kept his eyes on her, "Yeah."
Shao Qing led him back to the central tent, ordered someone to fetch water, and helped him take off his armor.
Wei Jing didn't say anything either, just listened to her.
A pair of soft hands untied his sticky underwear, and the warm water soaked his body, driving away the chill brought by the night wind. She bathed him carefully, and when she reached his right shoulder, she stroked the newest scar on it.
The movement was very gentle, but he could clearly feel the pain and pity in it.
Wei Jing called her softly, "Ah Qing."
His eyes followed her the entire time. The red color in his black pupils had almost faded away, and his expression had become much more relaxed, but at this moment, he revealed a hint of fragility.
Shao Qing felt uneasy, confused, and felt as if he was stung by something. He felt a sharp pain in his heart. She hugged his big head and bent down to kiss him.
"I'm done washing up, can you let's talk?"
"good."
He stood up, Shao Qing dried his body and changed him into new pajamas, then led him to the edge of the bed, sat on the head of the bed, pulled him down and let him lie on his thighs, and did not rush to speak, but gently stroked his thick black hair.
Her gaze was as soft as her movements, and a familiar faint fragrance lingered around him. Her tense body finally relaxed. Wei Jing hugged her waist and buried his face deeply in front of her.
"Ah Qing, I feel like I have failed my mother and brother."
His voice came out muffled and low, full of guilt, and his arms were tightened, revealing the uneasiness in his heart.
"How could that be?"
Shao Qing had always known what was bothering him, and had guessed it just now, and it turned out to be true.
Without stopping her hands, she said softly, "The spirits of my mother and my brother in heaven will not blame you."
"Is it really so?"
Wei Jing raised his head eagerly. Under the dim candlelight, one could clearly see hope and disbelief in his dark eyes.
"real."
Shao Qing held his big head and gently smoothed his hair as usual, saying softly but firmly: "If I have a child, I hope he will be safe and happy, and live a smooth and worry-free life."
"The Queen Mother has suffered a great disaster. You have avenged her. She will be very pleased. However, she will not want you to abandon everything and ignore everything. There will only be hatred in this life and nothing else."
"All mothers have the same love for their children."
She nodded confidently: "So does my brother."
"My brother is diligent and generous, and treats the people like his own children. He has devoted all his energy to this cause for nearly ten years."
Shao Qing looked into his eyes and said seriously, "If he knew what you did today, he would be very pleased."
Wei Jing listened quietly, and his brows gradually relaxed as he listened to the soft words.
"Really?"
"Then think about it, are your mother and your brother such people?"
Wei Jing lowered his eyes and thought carefully, then nodded again: "Yes."
His wife was right. His mother and brother were just like that. It was absolutely true.
"That's right. Then tell me, how did they blame you?"
A gust of night breeze came in from somewhere, but it was no longer cold when it touched my face. His wife spoke softly and whispered softly, her hand gently stroking his back, again and again.
Nestled in her arms, his heart, which had been tormented for a long time, finally calmed down. The uneasiness quietly faded away, and he felt at peace.
Stable and peaceful.
"Ah Qing, you are so nice."
After a long time, he sat up, stretched out his arms to hug her back, lowered his head to kiss her soft lips, touching and caressing them gently.
How lucky he was to have her.
Shao Qing leaned gently in his arms, closed her eyes slightly, and let him kiss her from shallow to deep, with great tenderness.
The kiss was lingering and affectionate, yet without the slightest trace of lust; his eyes were gentle yet deep, like a hot spring, wanting to drown her in it.
When the love reached its peak, he was happy, but a deep sense of dissatisfaction once again surfaced in his heart.
Hope, desire, and a surge of emotion. He hoped to fall in love with her, love her till death, and use the purest love between each other to create the hottest sparks.
But, but she...
"Ah Qing."
His burning emotions were surging, and his desire was so extreme that he could no longer hold it back. He leaned over and whispered, "Would you please trust me for once?"
Just once, no more, he would not let her down.
He saw her open her eyes, but was afraid that looking down on her would give her a sense of oppression, so she sat on the edge of the bed, and he gently slid down and looked up at her.
"When I was at the riverbank, I thought that I would never go back on my promise to you."
"Really, Ah Qing, just give it a try."
Wei Jing did not ask his wife to believe him immediately. He only asked for one chance: "Just wait and see how I behave in the future. If I do well, you will believe me a little bit. If I do well later, you will believe me a little bit more..."
He was not afraid of observation or testing, but was afraid that he would not even have the chance to try in this life.
"If I haven't done anything good enough, you, you..."
Even if he assumed that, he couldn't say that he no longer trusted her: "Just tell me, I will change immediately and never delay or slack off for even a moment."
Wei Jing spoke in a low voice, so anxious that it almost sounded like a plea.
"Just give it a try, just once, okay?"
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