Chapter 95 Parting

The sharp and cold arrow touched her neck, and Qiu Yao couldn't take her eyes off the man who picked up his sword and stood up.

Looking at the rain sliding through his exquisite side face and dripping on the thinner chin than in her memory, Qiu Yao's nose was sore.

He has reduced so much.

"Yao'er... put down the crossbow..." Song Yu gasped and got up. More and more blood gushed out of the wounds on her chest and shoulders, and Shengxue's white shirt completely turned into a blood coat.

"I don't want..." In the middle of the words, she lay down again with tears. Qiu Yao looked at the crumbling Song Yu with tears in her eyes and sobbed, "I'm sorry, I forgot the past, I'm sorry..."

She didn't know what else to say. She only knew how to say those three words over and over again. No matter how sorry she was, it didn't help.

Song Yu frowned gently because of the pain in her chest. When she heard Qiu Yao crying and apologizing, a trace of gentleness could not help but appear on her face. The already handsome face suddenly looked more tender.

Xi'er twisted a pair of willow leaf eyebrows to watch this scene, thinking about the feasibility of taking back the crossbow from Qiu Yao's hand, but she quickly gave up the idea, and the arrow put the muscles on the neck. The skin was slightly concave, and Qiu Yao's hand was put on the mechanism. As long as she moved gently, the cold arrow would penetrate the beautiful neck.

"Madam, please put down the crossbow..."

"Let him go." Qiu Yao didn't listen. She looked back at Xi'er with tears in her eyes, which was the resentment and determination she had never seen before. "Otherwise, I will die here with him."

Before that, she never thought that she would one day fight for one person's life, but when she remembered everything and saw the haggard Song Yu in front of her, she couldn't wait to kill herself.

Xi'er frowned more tightly, as if she was hesitating. Bai Qi's order was very resolute. Once she met Song Yu, she would kill her.

But in the final analysis, most of the reason why this order was issued was the woman holding a crossbow at her.

"Madam, please go back with the maidservant."

"Good." Even if Xi'er didn't say it, Qiu Yao didn't think that she could retreat completely.

It's just that she was threatened so many times in the past, and now she is just a way to treat her.

Qiu Yao turned around, and the crossbow was still against her throat. At any time, she was alwaysware of Xi'er taking it away when she was unprepared.

"Yuer..." Song Yu's voice is like the sound of string music from afar, vague and clear, but sad and melodious.

Qiu Yao looked back, and the corners of her mouth and eyes bent at the same time. Although she smiled sadly, she was full of joy.

She will no longer be alone in a completely closed world. She will no longer struggle between the past and the present. When she dreams back at midnight, she will not miss a figure that is difficult to see clearly.

The people living near the gate heard the sound of fighting and poked their heads out of the window. Through the gradually getting heavier rain, they saw a man in white standing under the gate with a sword. The cold winter rain was soaked in blood-stained clothes. Another slightly thin man held something tightly in his hands, against his throat, not slowly. Walking into the city, there were two men in black leading horses in front of them, and a maid-like girl beside them, two gray and white horses on the left and right.

People and horses were soaked by the rain, but they were all silent.

Under the gate, the man in white fell to the ground.

There was a dead silence around him, and his right shoulder and chest were the pain of ten thousand ants eating. The long-so-so-so-be beautiful face appeared in his mind. He wanted to reach out and grab it, but the shadow of his clothes still existed, and no one was missing.

He moved his body in his sleep, and the wound was gently pulled. Song Yu snorted in pain and slowly opened his eyes. The purpose was the exquisite curtain, the exquisite bed wood, and the injuries on his body had been carefully treated.

Song Yu reluctantly wanted to get up, but the heavy wound didn't let herself get what she wanted.

So he lay quietly on **, opened his eyes to recall what had happened before, and then closed his eyes again with a painful face.

It was finally confirmed that it was her, but she couldn't take her away after all. Is she really following Bai Qi now?

She said that she forgot everything in the past. Does it mean that their relationship can only exist yesterday... No, now that she has remembered everything, she is still his.

He couldn't think about how Bai Qi deliberately wove lies in front of her in the past four years, but since she reappeared in front of her, he was bound to bring her back to him.

She was pregnant when she left. Although she was in a dangerous situation when she encountered an avalanche, it was not impossible for the child to survive. It's just that he was so naive at that time, since Bai Qi could survive and die...

Self-reproach is intertwined with worry, like a sharp knife, scratching his heart.

The door was suddenly gently pushed open. Song Yu turned her head and saw a maid coming in with a bowl of soup.

"You woke up, Mr. Song. Our son asked me to tell you not to move when you wake up, so that the wrapped wound will not crack again." The maid brought the soup to the bedside with a kind face and sat up with Song Yu.

The maid was about to feed Song Yu to drink the soup. Song Yu waved her hand, raised her left hand to take the soup and drank it down. She accidentally touched the arrow wound on her chest, and her beautiful eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly.

The maid looked straight. There was such a beautiful person in the world. It was probably so charming.

He shook his head violently. How could he think about these things? He took the empty bowl handed over by Song Yu. The maid blushed and said, "Song, you'd better be careful. I heard that the arrow was one inch to the left and hit the heart."

"Thank you for reminding me. Please tell me where this is and who your son is." Song Yu leaned back a little and carefully stopped touching the wound.

"Our son is the younger brother of the King of Wei today, Mr. Xinling Wuji." The maid answered with a smile, and then went out again with a medicine bowl.

Song Yu was silent. It turned out that the person who saved him was Xin Lingjun. I heard that this man was resourceful and courteous and virtuous. Since this is like this, he should not worry too much.

While Song Yu was meditating, a cheerful male voice suddenly came from the door.

"I heard that Mr. Song woke up, so Wuji came over to have a look."

Song Yu looked up and saw a man in brocade and Peiyu. He walked into the room with his head held high. Although his facial features were ordinary, the innate aristocratic atmosphere of the Wang family could not be hidden at all, but the warm smile on the man's face made people feel very affinity.

"Thank you, Mr. Xinling, for saving me. Ziyuan is very grateful." Song Yubao smiled politely and gratefully, but his heart was a little complicated.

"It's a good hand," Wei Wuji walked to the bedside. "What's more, Mr. Song is full of talent and famous all over the world. It's not an honor to be able to save such a famous man like Mr. Song."

"Mr. Xinling's words are heavy." Song Yu's heart was indescably sad. If King Huai and King Xiang were as virtuous as Wei Wuji, Qu Yuan would not have fallen into the end of Huaisha's death.

Wei Wuji hooked his lips and said, "Msong Song's injury is too serious, so Wuji won't bother you any more. This is a separate hospital for Wuji. There is no one to come to your house. Mr. Song can rest assured."

Song Yu did not retain him. He answered politely, and then saw Wei Wuji walk out of the door.

Although Qiu Yao threatened Bai Qi's men from being killed on the spot with her life, how can she really escape so easily according to his style? So how can it be really a matter of hands to save herself?

At present, the Qin army is facing Wei Zhao, and the king of Wei must be at a loss for this. Wei Wuji saved him at this time, mostly because of this.

However, the State of Chu has just recovered the lost land by the river. What it needs most is to raise troops and accumulate strength. It is definitely no longer possible to participate in this battle that has basically no suspense for him. What's more, Zhao and Wei's joint attack on Han was originally unknown, and he participated in the battle in the State of Chu without any harm. Even if he really persuaded the king of Chu regardless of the overall situation, the civil and military officials of the State of Chu would not agree.

But this life-saving grace can't be returned. Song Yu sighed inaudiblely and lowered her thick long eyelashes.

Leaving Nanyang, the rain decreased significantly and continued to go east. The sky was not as cloudy as before, but Qiu Yao's mood became heavier and heavier.

In just half a month, the military situation ahead was conveyed by Xier that the Qin army rushed to Huayang from Xianyang and traveled thousands of miles in eight days to defeat the Wei and Zhao allied forces. Wei and Zhao retreated, and lost Cai Yang and other places along the way.

The Wu Anjun, known as the God of War and the human slaughter, is 100 meters away. In front of him is a familiar dark yellow military tent. On each bronze blade, the warmth of the blood must not have completely dissipated.

Xi'er must have conveyed Song Yu's story to Bai Qi, and she is going to meet the man who is famous for his violence and brutality, the man who binds himself with heavy lies and traps himself with true and false tenderness.

With her back to the sunset, Qiu Yao laughed at herself. She would look like a death row prisoner taken to the execution ground.

Xi'er looked at Qiu Yao's sudden smile in the back, and her mood was suddenly a little complicated.

She is laughing at herself here, and there is no panic when others face Wu Anjun.

Four people disemboed, and two personal soldiers opened the way in front. Qiu Yao walked calmly in a pile of tents. Suddenly, she saw Sima Jin walking in her direction, with a solemn expression and a trace of pity.

Qiu Yao was a little surprised. Although he had a poker face all day long, Sima Jin put her displeasure on her face like this, and she saw it for the first time. Qin Junming won the battle. They should not care about what happened between her and Bai Qi. So what is the reason for him to be so angry?

"This way." Sima Jin took a deep look at Qiu Yao, then turned around and led her to one of the tents.

Although he repeatedly told himself that he was fearless, Bai Qi was Bai Qi after all. Before they met, he invisibly put psychological pressure on her.

The camp door was lifted up, and Qiu Yao stabilized her mind and walked in.

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Add another BGM, Hetu's "Cold Clothes". Very feel.