115 Fall in love with her

The food and fodder in the army is only enough to support for about seven days. Half a month ago, Nangongyi took a fierce attack and quickly recovered Binzhou City, forcing the allied forces of South Vietnam and the Western Song Dynasty away from Qilian Mountain. Later, in several battles, the enemy borrowed the terrain of Qilian Mountain, and the two sides suffered damage to each other, but there was no victory or defeat.

Seeing that the enemy's reinforcements were coming, the military food escorted by the court was burned up halfway, and Nangongyi, who had always been calm, could not sit still.

In the coach's account, Nangong Yi walked up and there from time to time, frowned and said nothing. Even if the deputy generals had questions, none of them dared to say it.

"Report!" A soldier rushed in and shook the tent in vain. "There is an unknown team ahead."

"What team?" Nangong Yi asked.

"It's a horse team, less than a miles away from our military camp." The soldier replied.

"General Han, take someone to have a look!"

It turned out that he wanted to see it in person, but at this time, he was devoted to the war and really didn't want to make trouble.

"The last general gets the order!" Han Xuan took the order and went away, and the account fell into silence again.

After a long time, another soldier rushed to report: "Report! A man named Xue Yan in Yongzhou City escorted dozens of trucks of food and fodder, saying that it was urgent for our army.

"Xue what?" Nangong Yi couldn't help asking.

"Xue Yan, it's a young man." The soldier replied.

The generals didn't understand why such a name moved King Jing, who has always been self-controlled, secretly. Nangong Yi heard that the soldier was a man, so he didn't delve into it.

Murong Xueyan, who thought that she could not reunite with Nangong Yi, was completely changed because of Han Xuan's move.

She thought that after the army received the grain and fodder, she would be able to retire. At that time, she would have no relationship with Nangong Yi. But when she settled everything, Han Xuan insisted on leaving her.

He is probably afraid of any conspiracy or something in the food and fodder. After all, how many people in the world are willing to help others unconditionally? For generals, it is normal to be cautious. But it's not fair to her.

When the stalemate was stalemate, Nangong Yi came.

He...

This farewell, it's only a year or two, but he has become that she doesn't recognize her.

His hair... Why is his head covered with white hair? Murong Xueyan was almost shocked.

No, she can't have the slightest expression to let him see the clue.

"Xue Yan...Xue Yan..." Nangong Yi gradually walked into this particularly petite man.

This "man" has the smell of Murong Xueyan.

"Are you Xue Yan?" He asked, and his voice was calm, as before.

"Yes." The trembling of her voice leaked her nervousness.

It's just a "yes", which made Nangong Yi hear the difference. This is her voice! Xueyan, Murong Xueyan!

"So you're not dead!" He was shocked and held her in his arms like a unique treasure in the world.

Murong Xueyan's heart beats sharply and her breathing disorder. On the way, she kept telling herself to calm down and face Nangongyi like any stranger. But after all, I can't do it.

"Your Highness, you have the wrong person." She tried to alienate her tone from indifference.

Nangong Yi smiled brightly and was as happy as a child: "I didn't tell you that I was the prince. How did you know?"

2

How many times do you miss life to know that the most cherishing thing is in front of you?

Nangongyi's white hair shocked Murong Xueyan, and Nangongyi also noticed that her appearance had recovered. She must have had a lot of twists and turns over the years, right?

As they stared at each other, they finally knew that no matter how much time they had, they could not erase the old feelings. In those years, they did love each other deeply.

"Your hair..." She did not express her lovesickness, nor did she question the events of those years, but asked about his early birth.

Once, in the 21st century, she read some martial arts novels, in which the hero or the heroine fell in love overnight. She always thought that it was just a plot in the novel, which was fictional. How can a person who is still in his prime have gray hair for love?

However, Nangong Yi in front of her shocked her so much! He looked much thinner, with unspeakable sadness and haggardness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and a silver thread, like frost and snow.

"I have been to your tomb. The tombstone was erected by the Prime Minister himself." He didn't answer, but said quietly, "At that time, I held your body for three days and nights. You lost your breath, and your body gradually became cold..."

She had to be moved when such a person who once made her feel that she was hard-hearted and indestructible would be so injured.

"What happened back then..." He struggled to explain.

"I don't remember what happened back then." Her smile was faint, and she was not as light as the desperate and crazy woman in those years.

It turns out that nothing can match the time.

She went back to the camp with him. It was not that she had forgiven him, but that she wanted to accompany him and support him for a while. With the support of food and grass, he is bound to launch a new offensive and completely repel the enemy.

On this night, Murong Xueyan looked at the sky and couldn't help sighing that life is impermanent. A few days ago, she was still with Xue Xijian, but a few days later, she returned to Nangongyi, who she thought would never see again.

Knowing that he is safe, it turns out to be such a happy thing. At the beginning, what happened between them and Yan was a thorn, a thorn that could not be pulled out.

"Xueer, are you asleep?" His voice came with a long-lost familiarity.

"Not yet." She got up, put on her cloak and went out of the camp.

He stood outside the tent, and the moonlight fell on him, making him look like a white-haired fairy. She had seen him in armor, which was different from the cold man in her memory. Now when she saw him change his casual clothes, it seemed to be him again. The only difference is that he has gray hair.

Li Bai's poem says that the white hair is three thousand feet, and the sorrow seems to be long.

Worry, how worried is it that the teenager's head is white?

"I used to think you were dead, so overnight, my hair turned gray with despair." He finally explained to her the origin of his gray hair.

That's really the case. For her death, he was sad overnight.

"I just want to leave, to a place where no one knows me, and start over." She explained her reason and understated, "In order to go thoroughly, I even hid my father."

"After the prime minister buried you, he was disheartened and resigned. Now I live on the outskirts of the capital.

"Dad..." Murong Xueyan showed what she looked like when she first saw her father, and she cried.

If he hadn't given up on her and regarded her as a ghost like everyone else, maybe she wouldn't have stood here today.

"When this war is over, I will take you home."

Go home... Where is home? Perhaps, only my father is the warmest safe haven.

"Xueer, can we go back to the past?" Nangong Yi asked with full expectation.

"No." She refused bluntly.

How could she forgive? While swore his love for her, he was entangled in the arms of other women. When she didn't fall in love with him, she could ignore his concubine, because at that time, she didn't think he was hers. She didn't care which woman he was in her arms. When she fell in love with him, she couldn't stand sharing him with other women, and she monopolized him in the most extreme way.

She drove away all his concubines, but she couldn't drive away the woman who lived in his heart.

"Shuer, I want to hear you sing." Nangong Yi suddenly said.

He remembered that the first time he was attracted to her was her singing. It is one of the most beautiful treasures in the world and her unique trait.

"Good." She smiled lightly, sang and sang:

"What's the weather in your dream? You finally look back at me.

Hold your happy outline, and even the sigh becomes clear...

After such a long time, her singing was as graceful and touching as before. He listened as if they had returned to the original time.

"You remember, the dissolution of our marriage contract is not that you divorced me, but - I don't want you!"

Once, she was still busy drawing boundaries with him and not dealing with each other. I never thought that there would be such a long period of entanglement...

"Nan Gongyi, how sure are you about the battle tomorrow?" Murong Xueyan asked.

"Tenth." He is full of confidence.

Ten times... Murong Xueyan thought that the reinforcements in South Vietnam should also have arrived. In terms of the number of people, Nangongyi has no advantage.

"I have something for you." She thought of one thing, returned to the tent, and took out the "National Policy" given by Duran Ruo. "I think this military book may be helpful to you."

Nangong Yi inadvertently took it, turned over a few pages, and was greatly surprised: "This is really a good book! Xueyan, how did you get it?

"It was Lan Ruo who earned it for me in those years. It was the military book handed down by the Du family." Murong Xueyan replied.

"So that's it." Nangong Yi lowered his eyes and smiled and asked, "Where have you been in the past two years? Why is there no news?"

Where did you go? Originally, she was not going to tell him. However, thinking of her position now, she felt that she should tell him.