He frowned and looked at me. A faint feeling of anger appeared in his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything, just turned around and was about to walk away.??

I hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

He froze for a moment, turned around and looked at my wrist, and slowly raised his head to look at me: "What do you mean?"

"What are you doing just now?"

"What are you doing?" He smiled, as if there was a flame burning in his eyes, but there was no smile on the dark face hidden in the night. He said coldly: "Just, I was drunk just now, go to your door?"

“…”

"Don't I dare to look for you only when I'm drunk?"

After saying this, he was about to break free from my hand, but I squeezed it tighter. He was a little hurt by my fingers and looked at me with a frown. I just grabbed his wrist tightly, almost pinching his nails into his skin. After a while, I said, "What I said is before you come to my door!"

His expression flashed, he turned his face and said lightly: "I've gone to drink."

"You are lying!"

When I said these three words, my teeth hurt so hard. When he heard these three words, his wrist couldn't help but tremble and turned around to look at me.

"You are lying!"

I said, letting go of his hand, and he didn't just walk away, just watching me slowly raise my hand, the wound that had just been cut by the rough ground in my palm was still there, and the sand and stones were still remaining on my wounds-

The scars on the palms are particularly red, dazzling, but not just the blood flowing out of the wound, but also the mud and sand that is as red as flames, deeply trapped in the flesh.

The expression on his face trembled, his eyes flashed, as if he didn't dare to look at me anymore, and subconsciously turned his head, but I took a step forward and asked him aggressively: "Why are there red soil on your soles!"

“…”

"Where have you gone?"

“…”

"Where did you go before you reach my door?!"

“…”

Although I tried my best to lower my voice on such a quiet night, at this moment, I still couldn't control myself. The bloody smell of salty sweetness in my throat was almost blowing. He looked at me, silently lowered his eyelid, silently not opening his mouth.

I finally said slowly: "There is no red soil nearby. If you just drink in this Juma Valley, you won't get these things."

“…”

"Where have you gone?"

“…”

"Say! Where have you gone?!"

“…”

He lowered his eyelids, and his thick eyelids as thick as crows wings covered the originally clear eyes. I couldn't see the ripples of those eyes at this time. But after a long period of silence, he slowly raised his head and looked at me, with a faint, almost invisible smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you already know?"

My heart suddenly sank.

There is no red soil near the Juma Valley, and there is no such blood-like red soil in all the places around it.

Except for one place-

Sword washing pool!

The Ministry of War arranged the place where the army formation was trained.

That is - now, Shen Xiaokun is stationed with his troops!

No wonder, I haven't seen him in the Spring Hunting team these two days. Even if Pei Yuanhao and I were attacked by a tiger and I was injured, he did not show up. It turned out that he went to the sword washing pond alone!

Although the Shengjia walked slowly for several days during this period of the road, if a person galloped quickly, it would be more than one day. Besides, he should have left for two days, which was enough for him to go to the sword washing pond and fall to my door so drunk! He rode his horse on the way, and the red soil stained on the soles of his shoes did not fall too much, so when he just sat at my door, he fell to the ground.

Why did he go there? What did he do to go there?!

One by one, one question was surging wildly in my mind, and the possible answers to each question were about to burst out, almost like my head was cracked. I felt my whole body was so painful that I choked and said, "What are you going to do?"

He didn't answer me, nor even said a word, but the light in his eyes slowly drew in, leaving only a solemn black. I just felt myself trembling uncontrollably, becoming more and more powerful, and even my voice was almost broken: "Tell me, what are you going to do?"

“…”

"Do you know what you're doing?!"

Hearing this sentence, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at me calmly: "I know."

“…”

"I do everything and I am very sober. I know what I want to do and what I want."

“…”

"And you?"

"I?"

"You still want to stay with him now?"

My heart trembled suddenly, and I looked at him with wide eyes, and heard his calm and steady voice ringing in the night - "What would you do if I said, I did all this for you, to get you away from him, to make me and your future possible?"

“…”

"You'll still stop me?"

I was dumbfounded, lost my reaction for a moment, and stared at him with wide eyes.

What did he say?

For the future of me and him...

His eyes flashed in the night, slowly stepped forward and walked in front of me, so close that it had almost touched my body. When he lowered his head, his lips with warmth and alcoholic spirit rubbed my forehead silently, and said word by word: "In your heart, who is more important, me or him?"

“…”

"Who will you help?"

As he breathed, the familiar aura was like a pair of hot hands, which immediately hugged me over. I just felt that I was trembling so much that I was completely irresistible. In a trance, I felt an illusion that I was invaded so completely irresistible.

I bit my lower lip hard until my teeth bit into the flesh and my tongue tasted the blood. The salty and fishy smell made me feel a little fresher. I slowly raised my head and met his dark eyes and said word by word: "You are more important, and it doesn't mean you are right."

“…!”

His expression shook and he looked at me solemnly.

A gust of wind blew from behind, sweeping across the mountain roads on both sides with coolness, and the lush green grass rustled.

At this moment, he raised his eyebrows, and a trace of playfulness immediately appeared in his eyes: "Oh—?"

I have never seen him with such an expression. He was so strange that he seemed to be another person. I couldn't help but hold my hand tightly, trying to make myself clear of the pain of the wound in my palm, but suddenly I felt that my hands were really empty.

Nothing is gone.

The man who was curled up in the same small bed with me and his face was flushed with a smile, was no longer there; the man who went to the stone house to cool off the water that night had already left me, too far away from him...

I bit my lower lip and looked at him: "Right and wrong, the relationship with human beings is originally different."

"Is that true? The right and wrong in your heart and your feelings can be different?"

His eyes looked even more serious, but the expression on his face became more and more playful. He lowered his head and pressed against my hot auricles, and slowly said, "If what I did was wrong, how would you treat me?"

.

After saying that, Qinghan smiled faintly at me, and the smile was as calm as if when he left, the wind that passed by his face whirled away, but suddenly disappeared.

I stood there, looking at the dark night around me, and felt like I was empty.

If he did, if he did it all wrong, how would I treat him?

I never thought I would confront him. I even felt that even if the whole world was hostile to me, he would definitely stand by my side, even in front of me, and help me resist all the attacks and poisonous arrows, just like when we got married, he helped me stand in front of all the villagers.

But what if I were facing him?

What will happen to me? What will happen to him?

I couldn't imagine at all, and didn't even know what I should do. I just felt empty, as if I had been hollowed out. I was walking in the dark camp at a loss. I walked to a place without realizing it, and I heard the guard in front of me shouting: "Stop!"

"Ah..." I raised my head blankly, and then I realized that I had walked to the king's account without knowing it.

"The Empress Dowager has an order, and the Emperor is resting, and no one is allowed to enter. Lord Yue, please go back!"

I stood there, looking at it in a little bit, as if there was a faint candlelight in the thick tent. Through the bright yellow tent, it gave people a warm illusion. I murmured, "I, I want to see the Queen Mother..."

"no!"

Just as they were about to reach out to stop me, the old voice of the empress dowager came from inside: "Is it Yue Qingying? Let her come in."

When the guards heard this, they immediately retreated to both sides. I calmed down and then walked in.

As soon as I entered the tent, I immediately smelled a familiar smell of sandalwood, mixed with a little bitterness of medicine, which filled the entire tent. A faint candlelight swayed on the desk, reflecting the empress dowager's thin figure on the tent and casting a long, thin shadow.

She sat beside the bed, and when she saw me in, she waved to me: "Girl, come on."

I walked over and saw the person on the bed at a glance.

It is rare to see him lying quietly like this.
To be continued...