After Lu Ren finished speaking, Wen Yu looked up at him and asked, "What do you mean by failure?"
He reached out and patted his mouth, then patted his head. After doing this three times, she said, "In this case, what you said just now doesn't count."
Lu Ren was hit on the mouth and head, but he did not dodge and obediently let Wen Yu do what she wanted. "Well, it doesn't count."
Wen Yu lowered her eyes: "I should have known long ago that I can't set a flag. There will be no good ending..."
Upon hearing this, Lu Ren hugged Wen Yu even tighter. He was also afraid that he would really die on the battlefield and never see the princess again. Perhaps he would not be as lucky as Yan An, who could see the princess again before his death, die in the princess's arms, and become an indelible mark in the princess's heart.
He knew that the princess was sincere to them, but this sincerity was divided into many parts. Being so affectionate, wasn't it also a kind of indifference?
But love is hard to understand, they are all willing to join the game.
If I could leave a deep impression in the princess' heart, I would be able to die with a smile on my face.
Lu Ren kissed the top of Wen Yu's head.
Wen Yu has experienced many life and death crises since coming to this world, but they were all resolved one by one. It can be said that everything went smoothly for her, as if she had divine help.
Even when her men encountered danger, fell off a cliff, and were seriously injured, as long as she was by their side, they would be safe and sound in the end.
But she was not by Yan An's side when he was in danger.
She originally wanted to stimulate Yan An just like she had stimulated Lin Yuzhi in the cave before, so that he would hold on, but as soon as she saw his eyes, she knew what he was thinking.
Yan An knew that he was going to die, and he just wanted to say the last words to her before he died, otherwise he was afraid it would be too late...
So she watched quietly as Yan An took out the foxtail grass ring and listened quietly to what he said, but after just two short sentences, he died.
Fifteen-year-old Yan An will never reach eighteen years old, but he wants to give the foxtail grass ring that represents himself to his beloved princess.
In the past, he had no favorite flowers or plants, and there was only hatred in his heart.
Later, he fell in love with the foxtail grass that could be found everywhere on the roadside, just because the princess said, "This grass looks like you."
He used to want to own a foxtail grass ring woven by the princess herself, but before he died, he wanted to become a foxtail grass ring and stay with the princess.
There was even a moment when he wondered if this was the same as tying a ring with grass in one's mouth.
Yan An's funeral was very simple, because he once said that when a person dies, he is nothing more than a handful of earth, and there is no need to let so many people come to see how he dies.
Sometimes I really don’t know where a fifteen-year-old child comes from with so much sadness.
But the people who were supposed to come finally came.
Even Ning Xuanyan was there.
There was another figure that Wen Yu did not expect, it was Lin Yuzhi who was supposed to be in Shengjing.
Speaking of which, Yan An's parents were kind to Lin Yuzhi when he was a child, so it was only natural for him to come and express his condolences after receiving the news.
What's more, in the matter of Qingyang County, Ning Xuanyan and Lin Yuzhi both had intersections with Yan'an.
They also didn't expect that the young man would suddenly disappear like this.
Yan An's body was very clean, his brows were relaxed, his eyes were slightly closed, and there was no curve at the corners of his mouth, but he seemed to be smiling.
He is truly a "handsome man with a jade face".
"Princess." A member of the surprise attack team handed Wen Yu a small wooden box with moist eyes. "We found this when we were sorting out the captain's belongings. It should be for you."
Yan'an had very few things, and the only thing that looked valuable was this wooden box.
Wen Yu took the wooden box silently, opened it and saw that there was only a blue and white porcelain teacup without a lid inside.
Wen Yu remembers this teacup.
When Yan An heard her say that she would give him the teacup as a reward, he was so delighted, even though he thought he had concealed it well.
There was a letter under the teacup.
Wen Yu picked up the letter, and on the envelope were written the words "From the Princess herself."
She opened the letter and read:
"Dear Princess,
If this letter was opened, I think I would have died on the battlefield, but I don't know how I died?
There are thousands of ways to die, but I hope it's a good-looking one, because you like good-looking people.
But I probably won’t be able to see the princess for the last time when I die, so it doesn’t seem to matter whether I die beautifully or not.
Another question is, how old will I be when I die?
Have you grown to be eighteen years old?
If there is, I will definitely be very happy. If not, it doesn’t matter.
In fact, writing this letter might just be my wishful thinking. Whether I live or die, it might not stir up any waves in the princess' heart.
I once said that my life belongs to the princess, but if you don't want it, it doesn't matter, I have already made up my mind.
I am not afraid of death, what I am afraid of is being forgotten. Princess, if I die, will you forget me?
It’s hard to continue writing here. Maybe I’m not suitable for writing letters.
What to write next?
Should I write about my reluctance to leave this world? My longing for the past? Or should I write about the secret feelings that I dare not express when I am alive?
But I think, Princess, please allow me to introduce myself again.
My name is Yan An, also called Yan Ping An, and I live in Qingyang County. I am fifteen years old this year and will soon be sixteen. My favorite flower is dogtail grass. I have an old mother at home and a sweetheart in my heart. "
The letter ended here. It was full of fragmented words, and it was hard to find the main point, but it made Wen Yu's eyes tear up.
She was silent for a while, exhaled, folded the letter bit by bit, and put it back into the wooden box.
"Princess, the captain told us a few days ago that the war should be over before the New Year. After the New Year, he will be sixteen years old. There are still two years left. It will be very soon. He counts his fingers every day. He really wants to grow up to eighteen years old quickly..."
"I know."
Wen Yu walked to Yan An's body, placed the blue and white porcelain teacup in his palm, and then gently kissed him on the forehead. Her tone was gentle, soothing the heart of a fifteen-year-old boy.
"I won't forget you. Also, it's nice to meet you, Yan An."
Everyone present was very quiet, only the cold wind that whistled day and night at Beiyang Pass was howling.
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