Qu Yunmie: "I'm not lucky, I just dodged it!"
The words that Qu Yunmie blurted out made Xiao Rong suddenly stunned.
Qu Yunmie's face also looked a little unhappy. Before, Xiao Rong asked him how he was injured, and he said he didn't remember. In fact, he remembered that when he went to find the archer, someone seized his weakness. If he hadn't dodged at that time, the knife would have directly ripped him open. He dodged reflexively, which turned the fatal injury into a flesh wound.
But because he dodged for a moment, the arrow shot towards Xiao Rong. Although it missed him, he only found out about that later. Before Xiao Rong called him, he thought that it was because of his fear of death that he had harmed Xiao Rong.
This may not be called being afraid of death. On the battlefield, he is always fearless. He does not need to look after others or pay attention to others' backs. He just needs to kill the enemies, kill the enemies, and keep killing the enemies.
A mistake made him briefly experience what it felt like to be overwhelmed with regret. If Xiao Rong hadn't been upset with him, he would have been lying on the bed reflecting on himself. He couldn't have predicted what the result of his reflection would be.
He didn't want to tell Xiao Rong about this. He didn't even want to tell anyone else. It was too embarrassing.
He lowered his head, unwilling to look into Xiao Rong's eyes again, but Xiao Rong stood in front of him in a daze for a long time.
There were many reasons why Xiao Rong was so nervous last night, but the most crucial point was that he never thought that one day he would become the culprit who killed Qu Yunmie.
Although if Qu Yunmie died, he would also die, but Xiao Rong's focus was not on the latter, but on the former. He came as a savior, how could he put the cart before the horse and let Qu Yunmie die in such a ridiculous scene - two thousand private soldiers chased them in a panic, Qu Yunmie came to rescue him, but died on the official road. If this was recorded in history books, people in the future would laugh at it for thousands of years.
Xiao Rong could not accept that situation, let alone accept that he was the culprit. He did not want to experience this feeling of utter failure at all.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Rong walked to Qu Yunmie and sat down a fist away from him: "This time in danger... is indeed my fault. I thought I knew enough, but I didn't know that I didn't even know half of it. If the king hadn't come last night, I would have to bear several blood debts today, and I am afraid of this."
Qu Yunmie raised his head at some point. Xiao Rong supported himself on the bed with both hands. He smiled faintly and sighed, "Whether it's the king or the soldiers who protected me, I don't want to see anyone lose their lives because of me, and I don't want to owe anyone a favor. I thought the king was seriously injured in order to stop that person from hurting me. Now that I know the king would choose to protect himself at the critical moment, I feel relieved."
After he finished speaking, he smiled and looked at Qu Yunmie: "Your Majesty, it is right for you to choose to protect yourself, because Your Majesty must firmly believe that no one in this world is worthy of Your Majesty's sacrifice. Protecting Your Majesty is protecting the entire Zhenbei Army, because only when Your Majesty is here, the Zhenbei Army will not disband."
Qu Yunmie looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Xiao Rong was stunned by his gaze.
Qu Yunmie opened his mouth slowly: "I saved you, in your heart, you owe me a favor?" Xiao Rong was stunned.
Qu Yunmie added: "So whether it was your rage last night or your endless arguments today, it was all because you didn't want to owe me anything."
Xiao Rong opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to deny it, but when the words came to his throat, he suddenly closed his mouth. After speaking again, he nodded: "I am already working for the king. If I owe the king a favor, I am afraid I will not be able to repay it."
Qu Yunmie listened to his considerate words and realized for the first time that Xiao Rong's words could be so harsh.
He looked away, his expression changing slightly, but when he looked up again, he looked normal again.
Except for a moment, he lost the desire to talk to Xiao Rong.
He took off his boots and took the wooden pillow beside him. He pursed his lips and lay down. He closed his eyes and even covered his eyes with his arms. He said to Xiao Rong in a light tone, "I'm a little tired. You should go to sleep too."
Xiao Rong was still sitting there. He didn't say anything, but just silently looked at his hand at his side. Maybe Qu Yunmie didn't even realize that he was holding it tightly, with his knuckles trembling slightly, as if he was trying to ease the violent emotions surging in his heart.
After looking for a while, Xiao Rong moved his gaze upwards and looked at the abdomen that was exposed due to Qu Yunmie's actions.
As a dancer, Xiao Rong would unconsciously look at everyone's muscle lines, and then compare them with his own. Qu Yunmie's figure should be the kind that all men in the world want, with eight-pack abs, full of masculine and healthy beauty. However, Xiao Rong didn't notice this at all, because he was using his eyes to count the shallow and deep scars on Qu Yunmie's body.
He couldn't count them anymore because they were distributed in a random pattern. Every time when he counted halfway, Xiao Rong would find that he had counted wrong.
After a while, he retracted his gaze, then lowered his eyes and looked at his palm. Unlike Qu Yunmie, he didn't have a single scar on his body. The most serious injury he had ever suffered since he was a child was a scratch. When he fell to the ground, his palm scraped against the asphalt road. Xiao Rong would remember the piercing pain of that moment for the rest of his life.
After sitting quietly like this for a long time, Xiao Rong finally raised his head and pursed his lips. He looked at Qu Yunmie, who had put his arms down at some point. Even with his eyes closed, he looked very sharp, as if he would hurt himself if he got any closer to him.
Xiao Rong let out a deep breath, his legs a little numb. He struggled to move up a little, then reached out to grab the corner of Qu Yunmie's clothes. He gathered the clothes for Qu Yunmie and covered his body, then reached out and touched Qu Yunmie's forehead.
The next moment, the person who should have been asleep opened his eyes. Qu Yunmie looked at Xiao Rong with very clear eyes.
Xiao Rong was only stunned for a moment. He did not show any emotion of being caught. After a pause, he continued to feel the body temperature in his palms, and felt no signs of fever, so he turned around, with his back to Qu Yunmie, and lay down beside him with his clothes on.
The injured need someone to take care of them. Xiao Rong had asked the doctor this question before, but he never said that he would stay and take care of them himself.
He always seems to be like this, arranging a lot of things for others, but never saying what he wants to do. It is only after he does it that everyone understands his intentions.
Qu Yunmie stared at the back of his head, almost staring a hole in it. He had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask, but in the end, he just blinked slightly.
Maybe he shouldn't ask, nor should he listen, he just needs to watch, because although Xiao Rong is full of lies, his actions will not deceive anyone.
One day he will understand clearly whether Xiao Rong's heart is made of ice or charcoal. …………
Gradually, the two people inside fell asleep. Yu Shaocheng and Ashu squatted outside silently, each holding a bowl of cold medicine.
Ashu: "They seem to have stopped quarreling..."
Yu Shaocheng: "Well, maybe they all went to bed."
Ah Shu said with a bitter face: "What should I do with this medicine? Should I make another one?"
Yu Shaocheng: "Let's wait until the king wakes up before frying it. He was so tired last night, he must have taken a nap for a while."
Ah Shu sighed: "I can't open my eyes anymore."
Yu Shaocheng said to him considerately: "Then you can go back to sleep, I'll be watching over you here."
Ah Shu was a little surprised: "Commander Yu, aren't you going to take a rest?"
Yu Shaocheng smiled: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy."
Just now when the king and Mr. Xiao were arguing, he had already fallen asleep with his eyes open.
I really don’t understand why other people love sleeping so much. Isn’t sleeping something that can be done whenever there is time?
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