Staring at Yuan Baifu, Yao Xian said something in his heart, every word was heartbreaking.
Yuan Baifu, you will not die well.
No, no, good, death! ——*Shuofang City.
A lot of preparations had to be made before the triumphant return, including how to accommodate the prisoners of war, how to operate the city, how to escort the spoils of war, and how to manage the Xianbei people who were allowed to return and continue their lives after being examined.
Yu Shaoxie did not plan to leave. His brother was still fighting in Khitan, and Shengle needed people. He planned to stay and help Shengle get through the difficult period. After Xiao Rong returned to Chenliu, he could select a few suitable people to take over his job.
Xiao Rong frowned: "After the snow, the road will be difficult to walk on. How will you get back then?"
Yu Shaoxie: "If I really can't go back, I will go back to Chenliu after the spring."
Xiao Rong's eyes widened: "You're not going back for the New Year?"
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Rong suddenly shut up tightly, and Yu Shaoxie was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows and eyes quickly softened: "It's only one year, I can spend every year with Rong'er in the future."
Xiao Rong: “…………”
Feeling that explaining would only make things worse, Xiao Rong simply stopped talking and took away all the paper materials on the table that he was going to take back to Chenliu. Xiao Rong pointed to the bamboo slips over there and said, "These are the records of the grassland conditions recorded by the Xianbei fifty years ago. There are more than 3,000 kilograms in total. It would be troublesome to take them all back. Let's pick them out and pick out the useless ones."
Hearing this, Mi Jing raised his head from what he was looking at, staring at the pile of bamboo slips that was like a small mountain. He nodded and said, "I'll do it."
Xiao Rong laughed at him: "You came alone, so don't sleep tonight. I'm going to have lunch first. When I come back, we can watch it together."
Yu Shaoxie smiled and said, "Go ahead. There's nothing urgent right now. If you feel sleepy, you can take a nap to relieve your fatigue."
Xiao Rong left with the food in his arms, muttering, "I'll sleep after I finish eating. I'm not a pig."
Yu Shaoxie listened to his whispers, smiled and shook his head, then walked towards the pile of bamboo slips. …
After leaving the courtyard, Xiao Rong walked towards his room. Now there were many such things piled up in his room. He was worried about leaving them somewhere else, so he piled them all in his bedroom. After being busy all morning, Xiao Rong was really a little hungry, so he walked quickly. Qu Yunmie was already waiting there. The affairs of the city were handled by his confidants. Without the war, Qu Yunmie was completely free and could accompany Xiao Rong for three meals a day.
Hearing Xiao Rong's footsteps, Qu Yunmie stood up slowly. He even straightened his robe before walking out. Suddenly, the sound outside the door changed slightly. Qu Yunmie's face changed. He rushed out suddenly, and in three or two steps he rushed to Xiao Rong and caught Xiao Rong who fell forward.
Books were scattered all over the floor, and some papers had been torn. Qu Yunmie was half-kneeling on the ground, holding Xiao Rong's upper body tightly with both hands. Xiao Rong did not faint, he even raised his head and looked at Qu Yunmie.
In his field of vision, Qu Yunmie had become a distorted figure, but he could still see Qu Yunmie's expression clearly. His eyes were slightly wide open, and his pupils moved restlessly. As one of the most powerful and toughest people in the world, Qu Yunmie was not the kind of person who would show a look of fear or confusion. The expression he feared most might be what he saw today. He looked at Xiao Rong helplessly, his hands tightly grasping him like a pair of pliers, as if he wanted to use brute force to bring him back to his side.
Xiao Rong has a pair of very beautiful eyes, clean and pure. Although people's eyes are round, his eyes have a more beautiful curve, like two glass balls.
Qu Yunmie watched Xiao Rong gradually close his eyes. During this time, Xiao Rong opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it in the end. When his eyes were completely closed, he fell into Qu Yunmie's arms with a thud - Xiao Rong fell silently, and this extremely obvious sound came from Qu Yunmie's heart. A huge rock hit Qu Yunmie's heart, shaking him. Although it was painful, it didn't hurt any bones.
Qu Yunmie remained stiffly in this position until he felt the warm breath of the body in his arms, and then he finally began to breathe again.
He looked at a sturdy tree in front of him. There was not a single green leaf on the tree. There were a few yellow leaves, which for some reason stayed on the branches all the time. Even in the cold wind, they were unwilling to fall down.
Someone walked over from outside. It was Jian Qiao. When he saw Xiao Rong and Qu Yunmie in this position, his heart suddenly tightened. He was about to run over, but he saw the king holding Xiao Rong horizontally. He lowered his eyes to look at Xiao Rong's face, then walked in while instructing Jian Qiao behind him: "Pick up all those things."
Jian Qiao uttered an "oh" and then reacted: "I'll go find a doctor first!"
Qu Yunmie said, "No need."
After saying that, he had already entered the room and kicked the door shut.
Jian Qiao stared blankly at the closed door, not quite understanding what was going on.
The king... is he used to this? *
No one gets used to this.
But if he finds that no matter what reaction he makes, it will be useless, then he won't waste his time anymore.
I thought the magic grass could improve the situation a little. After all, the word "god" is in its name. Using magic to deal with magic should be of some use.
But he failed to find the magic herb, and to be honest, he was not sure whether the magic herb was real.
Some people seem heartless, and people who know them shake their heads when they see them because they look down on such people and think they know nothing.
But the fact is that they understand. They understand hurtful words, they understand unfair treatment, they understand angry accusations, and they also understand lies that deceive themselves.
Do you have to speak out if you understand something? Do you have to let others know? No, because if you speak out, it will be too real. No one wants to face their own shortcomings and incompetence, especially the chosen ones.
Isn't this ironic? Qu Yunmie claims to be the best in the world, but when it comes to what he wants to do most, he can't help at all, and can even make things worse. Sometimes he even feels that this number one position was given to him by God and used to mock him.
He sat next to Xiao Rong. The room was filled with various things that were to be taken back to Chenliu. It didn't look like a bedroom but more like a warehouse. In the full room, only the bed was empty. Even though Xiao Rong was lying on it, Qu Yunmie still felt that the place was so empty and light, as if there was nothing there.
During this time, some people came, but they were all persuaded to go back by Jian Qiao at the door. Qu Yunmie didn't bother to care about what was happening outside. He kept looking at Xiao Rong without blinking his eyes. Finally, his eyes opened again.
Xiao Rong looked at him, and before he could say anything, Qu Yunmie said first: "I didn't do anything."
This was a fixed procedure. Qu Yunmie took the initiative to answer so that Xiao Rong wouldn't have to ask again. But Xiao Rong was stunned for a moment and blinked. He supported himself on the bed and tried to sit up.
Xiao Rong had no strength left and tried to get up but failed. Qu Yunmie pursed his lips and reached out to help him up from the bed.
Finally sitting down, Xiao Rong smiled. However, he probably didn't know how bad his face looked at the moment. This smile really couldn't comfort Qu Yunmie.
He said: "I know, and I didn't want to ask whether the king had done anything. I have been with the king these days, and I..."
Having said this, he suddenly stopped talking because he felt very tired, even saying a few words was tiring.
This was another new symptom, a bit like when he hadn't found Qu Yunmie yet, but actually it was still different. It was just that Xiao Rong was too tired now, and he couldn't make an accurate judgment. The system drained the strength from his body. Xiao Rong leaned against the bed board behind him, and his expression suddenly became depressed.
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