Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Chapter 228 Two people died

"It's really not worthwhile...sigh..."

After Wu Nandun finished feeding the medicine, he gave Wu Xian some water to remove the bitter taste.

"Which grown man is as... so particular as you..."

While Wu Xian was drinking water, he was joking with his old friend.

They met when the building was about to collapse, witnessed the destruction of Yuezhi, and personally created the rise of Qingyi.

They are said to be friends, but in fact they are the confidants that many mediocre people have never met in their lifetimes!

This agreement to die together was made by Wu Xian when Wu Xian forced Wu Nan Dun to make it during a battle.

They were still young at that time, and Unanton had not yet changed his name.

At that time, his name was Yuehuqi, and he was the third prince of Yuezhi.Wu Xian was also called Wu Xian, but he was a warrior of Qing Yi, who was still a small tribe at that time.

They were beaten back by Daxia's army, and Wu Xian escaped with Yuehu Qi to save his life.

The two of them saw with their own eyes Daxia's troops invaded the Yuezhi Palace and killed wantonly in the gorgeous palace. Everyone was red-eyed and grabbed whatever they saw.

Yue Huqi's hands were trembling, and he struggled to kill those beasts of Daxia, to protect the palace where he had lived for more than ten years, and to protect his father and mother.

At that time, Yue Huqi no longer wanted to live. He wanted to fight those Daxia soldiers with swords.

But Wu Xian hugged him tightly and took him away from the palace.

"The more and more Qi... the more and more Qi"

Wu Xian tightly restrained the third prince who had just lost his country and parents.

"You are not allowed to die until I die, do you understand?"

Young Wu Xian has the heroic spirit and stubbornness of the prairie people on his face.

Yuehu Qi took his hand away, his face full of tears, unable to say a word, his throat was choked with sobs, and he could only make a gurgling sound.

"If you don't tell me, I'll take it as your consent."

Wu Xian didn't pay attention to Yue Huqi's efforts to pry his hand away, and when he saw that he was far away from the group of Daxia officers and soldiers, he let go of his attempts to hold him hostage.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Wu Xian actually laughed when he saw Yue Huqi looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"I said, your life will be mine from now on. If I die, you will die with me. If I don't die, you don't want to die either."

"Did you hear that?"

Wu Xian's words were very domineering and harsh.

Yue Huqi, the third prince of the Yue clan who had just lost his country and family at that time, was stunned for a while, and finally nodded with half-knowledge while sobbing.

In this way, Yuehuqi became Wunanton.

There is no longer a third prince of Yuezhi in this world, only King Zuoxian of Qingyi.

This is the most cost-effective and proudest deal Wu Xian has ever made.

Both of them thought about what happened in the first place. Wu Nandun was a little silent and didn't know what to say so he kept his mouth shut. Only Wu Xian twitched the corner of his mouth very happily.

"Look, you were so stupid back then. If I hadn't tricked you back, you would have died in the Yuezhi Palace long ago."

What responded to him was the clinking of porcelain bowls.

Wu Nandun had a straight face, and he didn't even want to talk to Wu Xian.

But Wu Xian was very proud. If this body was not so broken, he would probably relive the situation to Wu Nantun vividly, just like before.

"Humph, now that you die so early, are you being punished by God?"

Wu Nandun put the medicine bowl, plate and other messy things outside the hall in an annoyed manner, and then turned back.

"Perhaps so."

Wu Xian said nonchalantly.

"Then I'm not at a loss."

Wu Xian rolled his eyes happily, and finally looked at Wu Nandun.

"Tell me...how many days do you still have to live? I'll take you out for a walk tomorrow?" After a moment of silence, Wu Nandun looked down at his sleeves and asked pretending to be casual.

"Two or three days... very fast..."

Wu Xian recalled what the doctor said and said very comfortably, as if he was not afraid of death.

"Haha... Now that you're a loner, I feel pity for you. Are you going to see the market tomorrow?"

Wu Nantun pretended to be indifferent and said.

He seemed to really want to make Wu Xian happy before he died.

Wu Nandun looked at the pattern on his sleeves. It was a bamboo pattern, but now only a small leaf was exposed.He was trying to suppress his care and concern, because...Wuxian hated this the most.

In his words, he hates others making decisions for him.

Unenton had seen him scold many people using this excuse, some of whom were older than the two of them combined.

"No, leaving the palace at this time is just causing trouble."

Wu Xianpo looked at his friend with some helplessness. Sometimes he just got into trouble and his brain didn't work.

On weekdays in the court, Unandun could always see further than him on major matters, and be better able to weigh the pros and cons and choose the best path than he was.

But sometimes it's really stupid.

Wu Xian explained: "If someone sees it and the news is spread, Wu Mu's seat will not be so easy to take. For Qing Yi, this will need to stabilize for a period of time."

Wu Nandun said nothing and just accepted Wu Xian's explanation.

In the past few days, they spent a lot of time lying and sitting together, sometimes talking about things from their youth, and sometimes speculating about what happened after death.

Wu Xian's quilt was very warm. In previous autumns, when there was always war, he would always get frostbite on his body.

Not this year.

One morning three days later, the sun was just shining into the house.

Wu Nandun was sitting on the edge of the bed and fell asleep, when suddenly his hand was pulled up.

He immediately opened his eyes and woke up.

Wu Xian's hands were trembling, and he quickly leaned over, wanting to hear Wu Xian's last words.

Wu Xian felt that his life force and vitality were rapidly draining away, and he was about to die.

Really dying.

Wu Nandun heard him say, "Stay with me, remember...remember..."

Wu Xian spoke with great force, and Wu Nandun felt that his hands were becoming cold.

He knew that time had come.

He looked into Wu Xian's eyes and said seriously and solemnly: "I remember, I will come down to accompany you in a while. Wait for me...wait for me..."

Just when Wu Nandun had just finished speaking, Wu Xian died.

Unandun smiled and looked at his eyes that were gradually becoming dull, and he knew he heard it.

He's waiting for him.

Wu Nandun put down Wu Xian's hand and walked outside the hall.

His figure was very lonely, and he said to the attendant outside the door: "Go and invite the prince, Shan Yu has passed away."

After that, he closed the door.

Wu Nandun walked back to the bed and took Wu Xian's hand back.

In his other hand, he held the poison that he had prepared long ago and swallowed it in one gulp.

"I am coming……"

After three breaths, Wu Nandun lost his breath.

He went to keep his promise and meet the king who had been waiting for him for a long time.

(End of this chapter)