For a moment, no one responded.
He Tingzhi pursed his lips slightly, trying hard not to laugh, then he looked up in astonishment, because overwhelming voices were coming towards him. These voices came not only from Qu Yunmie's team, but also from the people of Chenliu who spontaneously came to see them off.
"May the King return victoriously!"
"May the King return victoriously!"
"May the King return victoriously!"
Some people shouted until their throats were broken, some began to cry while shouting, and some got so excited that they climbed up tree trunks and shouted while shaking the branches.
Two months ago, these people were still crying because of the arrival of King Zhenbei. Two months later, they sincerely hoped that King Zhenbei could return victorious and continue to be the King Zhenbei who protected them.
Xiao Rong looked back at the group of excited and fanatical people, and after a moment, he turned his head back.
Qu Yunmie and he always seemed to have such a tacit understanding. At the same time, Qu Yunmie moved his confused gaze away and looked at Xiao Rong again.
Being so far apart, they couldn't say goodbye, but they didn't need to say goodbye, because the day of reunion was just around the corner.
The horn that signaled the departure of the army finally sounded, slowly drowning out the wishes of the people. The people quieted down again, and Qu Yunmie looked forward, took a deep breath, and shouted at the top of his voice: "All soldiers, listen to my orders—"
The sound of armor colliding rang out in unison.
“Follow this king to fight!!”
There was another round of overwhelming shouts, and Qu Yunmie was the first to gallop on his horse, and the people behind him followed closely. The cavalry left first, and the infantry followed by running. This was what a forced march was like. When they got tired, they would take big strides to recover their strength, and then continue running.
After he could no longer see Qu Yunmie, Xiao Rong turned and left. Zhang Biezhi immediately followed him. Xiao Rong paused and asked in surprise, "How did you come up with that?"
Zhang Biezhi scratched his head and said, "Didn't Mr. Xiao tell my brother-in-law the same thing before in Yanmen County? So it wouldn't be wrong for me to imitate him, right?"
Xiao Rong laughed and said, "You are not just imitating others, you are better than your teacher."
Zhang Biezhi chuckled after being praised. He wanted to follow Xiao Rong, but Xiao Rong waved his hand and signaled them not to follow him. Anyway, the city gate was within sight of the naked eye, and he planned to walk around the city before going back.
Zhang Biezhi disagreed, saying that the city would not be as safe as before if the king left. But just as he was about to follow him regardless, Di Fazeng tripped him, and Zhang Biezhi almost fell on his face. He looked at Di Fazeng angrily, but the latter still looked half-dead.
However, he signaled Zhang Biezhi with his eyes, asking him to look at Xiao Rong.
Zhang Biezhi looked over and actually didn't see anything different, but he suddenly realized what Di Fazeng meant.
It is better not to disturb him. …
Xiao Rong returned to the city alone. Halfway through the journey, he suddenly remembered the family he had taken Qu Yunmie to visit. The son-in-law of that family must have gone to the war today. He wondered how their family was doing.
They separated just a few days after their wedding, and now his lover has gone away and no one knows when he will return. Xiao Rong was so happy to see them get married, but it was not until today that he realized that this was not a particularly happy marriage.
He came to the neighborhood of this house. There was no one in the yard, but faint crying sounds came from inside the house, and there was also a child's puzzled and worried voice: "Auntie..."
Xiao Rong was feeling sad, and then he heard the child say, "Aunt, don't cry. What if you have a miscarriage?"
Xiao Rong: “…………”
Is this a fetal gas?!
You guys are too fast!
When he returned to the palace, there was only one person there, but Xiao Rong actually felt that the palace was particularly quiet. However, this was not his illusion, because no one dared to speak loudly for fear of disturbing Xiao Rong.
Even Chen stopped making a fuss and went into the kitchen to make a bowl of mutton soup noodles and asked Ashu to bring it to Xiao Rong.
But Ashu did not dare to disturb Xiao Rong. Relying on his height, Ashu quietly came to the window and stood on tiptoe to look inside through the upper window gap.
Xiao Rong was sitting at the table inside. He rubbed his face and told himself not to think about all these messy things. What's the use of worrying? He couldn't fly over to help.
He stood up and prepared to clean up the house, the first thing he did was to hang the sword up again.
But after picking it up, he couldn't help but think of what happened last night. However, the embarrassing feeling had gradually disappeared as the other protagonist walked away. What he was thinking now was that this sword would probably not be used in the future.
Apart from Qu Yunmie, there would be no other person who would lower his status and dance to the "Pozhen Music" with special significance.
Thinking of this, he slowly pulled out the sword and looked at the exquisite patterns on it. Xiao Rong reached out and gently stroked it as he did before.
Then four wounds appeared evenly on his four fingers.
Xiao Rong: “…………”
He stared at his hands, blood was oozing out one after another.
Due to the perspective problem, Ashu could only see Xiao Rong's back, and he couldn't see why Xiao Rong suddenly stopped moving. But the next second, Xiao Rong's angry sound waves almost scared him to the ground.
"Qu-Yun-Mie!!!"
"You bastard, you will die in my hands sooner or later!!!"
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