Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 245 I’m really lucky
Smoke filled the air and flags were waving.

Bai Jing looked around blankly and saw thick smoke rising all around, drifting away in the bloody wind.

Amidst the fire and smoke, the dark canyon was stained with blood. Reflecting the spreading embers of fire, the intense crimson color also reflected Xiao Qi's blood-stained face.

"Xiao Qi...Xiao Qi!"

Bai Jing didn't care about anything. He pushed away the crowd and screamed at the young man over and over again, wanting to save him.

He shouted the boy's name over and over again until he was hoarse.

"Xiaoqi! Get out of the way!"

However, the young man didn't hear it, and still used his slender body to wield a sword that didn't match it.

I saw that the blood on the young man's body was getting thicker and thicker, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to him. First, countless sharp arrows pierced the young man's thin chest, and then the scimitars struck the young man one by one.

He was still a young boy, with such a thin body.

How painful would it be if this sharp blade struck your body?

"Xiaoqi—!"

As if he heard the shouting, the young man turned around with difficulty while holding his sword.

The scorching fire was still burning, and the light illuminated the blood stained on the young man's face, as well as the young man's expression twisted in pain.

"no, do not want--!"

He seemed to be going crazy and rushed forward to catch him, trying to save the young man from the glare of swords.

But after grabbing and running for a long time, I still couldn't catch the blood-soaked hand.

"No... Xiao Qi..."

Although it was only a short distance away, he seemed to never be able to reach the boy's side.

When he was exhausted from running, the boy's voice rang out from the other side of the fire and smoke.

This time, the boy's voice no longer had the rebellious flavor. It was so weak that he was trembling and stuttering.

"Fifth brother... I don't want to die yet... My Jiao Jiao is still waiting at home..."

After the young man said these few words with difficulty, he slowly fell down, looking in the direction of his hometown in the distance, and breathed his last with deep reluctance in his eyes.

"Xiao Qi——! Don't..."

He went crazy and ran towards the boy as hard as he could.

Suddenly, he tripped over something and fell to the ground. When he raised his head, the fire had already dissipated.

He saw piles of corpses, broken limbs, broken armor, and broken weapons scattered on the ground.

And the blood, flowing and meandering like a river.

There was a small figure standing in the pile of corpses, standing in the sea of ​​blood, with a hoarse voice and a panicked tone, calling for the relatives buried in the pile of corpses.

"Grandpa...Dad..."

He stopped and took a clear look at the small figure.

This time, the child did not have the old-fashioned stability, but only the panic and fear of losing his asylum.

Like the young bird that has lost its mother's protection, shivering in the cold wind and rain.

"Preaching righteousness... passing..."

Bai Jing called Xiang Xiao Chuanyi's name and sat up from the bed.

He looked around blankly. The firelight and blood in his dream were no longer there, and what he saw was a simple and tidy room.

"It's a dream..."

Bai Jing murmured, covering her cheeks and slowly lowering her head.

After a long time, he moved his hand away.

The glistening traces on it could not be distinguished from tears or sweat.

But in his eyes full of shame, the shadow of fear has not yet disappeared, as if he has not yet emerged from the nightmare.

He had had this dream over and over again many times.

Logically speaking, you should get used to it, but every time you wake up, you can't immediately get over the helpless pain in the dream.In the dream, Xiao Qi, who should have survived like him, would die in the same death state with reluctance.

And the helpless and dazed look of the little child remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.

He knew it was a dream, but these immersive dreams reminded him all the time that the Battle of Yinshan should not have happened, it was all his fault...it was all his fault for leaving the message...

His guilt not only did not decrease with the occurrence of dreams again and again, but instead increased day by day.

Even though his beloved wife was by his side, he still couldn't let go of himself.

Suddenly, Bai Jing felt nauseated.

He was worried that he would wake up his wife by making any noise, so he resisted the turmoil in his stomach and got up to find some water.

The light from the outhouse lit up his eyes. He stopped and looked at the slender figure under the lamp: "Su Su..."

Inexplicably, that strong nauseating feeling disappeared.

My wife was sewing under the lamp, and the unique orange color of the candlelight covered her body with a faint warmth.

"Ah?" Mrs. Cui was startled by the sudden voice. After seeing Bai Jing's face clearly, she quickly put down the needle and thread in her hands, stood up, helped Bai Jing sit down by the fire pot, and took out a big cloak and put it on her On Bai Jing's body.

She was about to pour water, but Bai Jing held her hand: "Susu, stop working and sit down quickly."

Mrs. Cui stopped, then sat down and looked up at him: "Husband, what's wrong?"

Looking at such a pair of clear and clean eyes, Bai Jing couldn't tell lies.

He had no choice but to avoid it and quietly turned his gaze to the sewing basket on the table: "What is my Susu doing if I'm up so late?"

Ms. Cui understood what he was hiding, but she didn't ask any further questions. She smiled and replied, "I'm making clothes for you."

"I go back and forth between two plain clothes every day. This one is dirty, and that one is not dry yet. You are such a clean person, I thought if you change into a few more clothes, you will be more comfortable. "

Bai Jing stared at Mrs. Cui, and the red firelight in the brazier shone lightly into his eyes. He spoke, his voice a little softer: "You are afraid of the cold, so you should do it for yourself, but you always think of me."

Mrs. Cui smiled softly: "I don't step out the door or go out. I guard a brazier every day. When it gets cold at night, my Ah Jing will be hugged into my arms with the quilt. I can't do anything about the cold wind here. I."

Bai Jing looked at Cui and didn't speak for a long time.

Those eyes that were full of shame and as silent as the cold winter gradually became a little warm because of this dependence and care.

At the end, he held his wife's hand tightly: "Susu, do you know? I am really lucky to be married to you in this life."

"I, Bai Jing, have accomplished nothing and have no outstanding talents, but I have you, and I am always proud of it."

"God didn't give me any talents, but he brought you to me. You are the best gift God has given me. I will definitely cherish these clothes."

Mrs. Cui covered her lips, showing the shyness of her daughter. Her eyes shone in the firelight, as if happiness was overflowing from them.

She said: "You have a smooth tongue, where did you learn this bad habit?"

Although her mouth was filled with anger, her eyebrows were still curved, showing her unbridled joy.

Bai Jing took her into his arms and sighed softly: "If I knew you liked to hear it, I should have talked more about it before. Those sages' books taught me so seriously that they didn't even know that I was shy. It looks so good-looking.”

From beginning to end, he never asked where the injuries on his wife's face came from.

As if to avoid some kind of embarrassment, neither husband nor wife mentioned it.

As far as he was concerned, the few punches he added after Cui Zhihui was knocked unconscious by His Highness Ninth Prince were naturally not enough to make up for the suffering his wife had suffered.

But he told himself that he would never allow Cui Zhihui to hurt his Susu a second time.

Ms. Cui leaned on Bai Jing's chest, listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat, and played the very beautiful melody of "Bang Bang Bang".

But she felt a heavy sadness from this steadily beating heart.

After this incident, her husband seemed more thoughtful and perfect.

However, if she could, she would rather have the boy who was bound by the rules and regulations of etiquette than have her husband become perfect after experiencing grief.

Although the young man could not say such heart-warming words, he had never looked at her with such affectionate eyes.

But at least the boy is happy.

Thinking of this, Cui held Bai Jing's hand and murmured in her heart -

If the price of time reincarnation is life, she is willing to sacrifice herself, as long as her husband has no sin in his heart.

(End of this chapter)