Dianxia Qingcheng

Zhao Litang finally let go.

In the dark night, he sat alone beside the bed, his body was cold, and he just sat silently for most of the night.

This is covered in scars, the family is worried and the country hates, so much that his eyes are red, so much that he wants to kill all the people in the entire military camp, so much that he wants to kill Amule.

However, he never thought of killing Alanyue.

The person under him had already fainted by his pinching, the red marks on his neck had not disappeared and new injuries had been added. He lay down quietly with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zhao Litang pulled the quilt to cover him, and slowly lay beside him.

When he rescued the little slave, Zhao Litang knew his tenacity and stubbornness.

- After driving him away again and again, he followed up again and again, and later followed thousands of miles to the barracks, and even to the battlefield.

The person in front of him has been following his footsteps for a long time without realizing it.

Zhao Litang also covered the quilt, turned to his side, and stretched out his arms to hug Alanyue.

He was suddenly a little scared. If he was really blinded by the mad hatred just now, he would really do it without any scruples...

Zhao Litang trembled slightly, and suddenly he felt that a soft place in his heart was hurting badly, like a piercing pain, something was being held by someone with a knife, bit by bit from his The heart was cut off, and then the wound was scratched into a **** mess, and the pain made his eyes sore.

He looked at the quiet profile of the person in his arms, and saw the glittering sparkle of the corners of his closed eyes.

Zhao Litang bowed her head, kissed the end of his eyes, and kissed the bitter tears into his mouth.

After doing these things, Zhao Litang realized what he was doing just now.

He didn't withdraw his hand and continued to hold the person in his arms.

Looking out the window of the tent, it was not yet dawn.

Can hold for a while.

Amule has not come back from this battle for almost a month. Zhao Litang has never been tortured again. His injuries are almost healed, but his body has also suffered from hard diseases. He vomited blood, and after so many trials and tribulations, it was not easy to have a life left, how could he be demanding more.

Fortunately, the injured leg is slowly recovering, but after standing for a long time, it will still hurt, and it will take some more days.

The weather was unusually cold that day, and the tents of the military camp were full of charcoal fires, but the chill could still be felt.

Until the soldiers shouted in surprise outside, "It's snowing! It's snowing!"

Alanyue ran in wearing a heavy plush cape, with a small face buried between the white fox velvet collars, looking even more fair and delicate, with a little red on her cheeks, looking very good, with dark eyes. With Zhao Litang.

"General, it's snowing outside!"

Zhao Litang sat beside the bed and heard the excitement in his tone, but just raised his eyes to look at him, and then moved away.

A Lanyue came over, squatted down, and half-prostrate on Zhao Litang's leg, taking into account the injury on his leg, she didn't exert much effort.

"General..." he asked softly, "can you accompany me out for a walk?"

Zhao Litang didn't speak, just shook the chain on his ankle, making a small sound.

A Lanyue took the key out of nowhere, opened the chain, and then asked, "General, is it alright?"

Zhao Litang stood up and walked out of the tent slowly. A Lanyue smiled and quickly followed.

The snow fell heavily, and the snowflakes fell in the air, and there was a thin layer of snow on the ground.

Zhao Litang was walking in front, Alanyue followed behind, and some barbarian soldiers were not far or near, monitoring Zhao Litang's every move at all times.

Zhao Litang looked at the flying snow, and suddenly stood still, he raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, felt the snowflakes fall on his face, and then melted little by little, and the icy snow flowed down his chin into the placket.

The eyebrows, which had been stagnant for a long time, relaxed a little.

When he opened his eyes again, a figure stood beside him.

Alanyue has been looking at him.

"General... can I... walk beside you?"

Zhao Litang didn't respond, but just stepped out and walked out again, but he didn't see the person beside him following, he turned around and waited, Alanyue stood there looking at him in astonishment and surprise, and then suddenly realized. He ran over quickly and walked to his side.

The two walked side by side in the snow.

Alanyue stretched out her hand to catch the snowflake. The palm of her small palm was very cold, and the snowflake didn't melt when it fell on it, so he brought the snowflake close to his eyes, and the corners of his mouth kept raising happily.

"General..." A Lanyue held the snowflake in her palm, and then said softly, "Do you know? I heard that if two people walk in the snow together..."

He took a deep breath, "...just...just..."

He said the following words in a low voice, so small that Zhao Litang didn't hear it at all.

"What?" Zhao Litang asked.

"That's fine, let's go to Baitou together."

A Lanyue's eyes shone brightly, and the crescent moon marks on her fair face were bright and eye-catching, and the embellishment was just right, adding a touch of red to the whiteness between heaven and earth. For the first time, he mustered great courage and dared to show his feelings, the kind of passionate and hopeful people full of deep love and admiration.

His eyes seemed to be burning with scorching heat, burning into Zhao Litang's heart.

At that moment, his sanity collapsed and collapsed, and his heart was beating thumping in the snow.

The chest cavity that was originally empty and incomplete after jumping was completely filled.

After walking in the snow, Zhao Litang was escorted back to the tent again, with heavy chains on his ankles, but he had a strange feeling, as if something was different.

In the evening, Alanyue came to the tent.

After Zhao Litang reached into his robe, he realized that the body inside was terrifyingly hot.

Walking in the snow for a long time during the day may have caused the wind chill.

Zhao Litang stretched out his hand and touched his forehead. It was really hot. No wonder his face looked so red all day today. It wasn't because he looked good, but because he was sick.

Zhao Litang wanted to call the soldiers outside to come in, but before he could say anything, a small hand covered his mouth.

There was some moisture in A Lanyue's eyes, maybe because she was a little confused, and her tone of voice was much softer than usual.

"General...don't...I don't want to go...don't call them in...they...they'll take me away..." Zhao Litang took his hand down, "You're feverish and you want to take medicine, they're not here to catch you, I want to take you to get treatment." Alanyue shook her head indiscriminately, looking aggrieved and pitiful, and tears rolled from the corners of her eyes.

He shook his head and said, "Don't...don't...don't take medicine...don't treat the disease..."

He opened his arms to Zhao Litang and said in a sobbing voice, "...I want the general to hug...you hug me...I'll be fine..."

Zhao Litang was stunned for a while and didn't move. Seeing that Alanyue's tears flowed more and more, he leaned down and took the person on the bed into his arms.

"Okay, stop crying."

Alanyue buried her head and rubbed against his chest, but she cried even more. He felt that he must be dreaming. Only the general in the dream would hug him so tenderly and tell him not to cry.

"General, general..." Alanyue shouted in a daze, "I have never lied to you, never... everything I do is sincere... But, you don't believe me..."

"...I, I let you go, not because of my brother's conspiracy...I just want to see with my own eyes that you go back safely, and then...then I will leave, and I will come back to the barbarian..."

"I, I will still beg my brother... I will stop him, don't let him attack the heaven again... We will go back to our own home, never again

"...I hate war, I don't want two countries to fight again...I don't want you to get hurt...Alanyue choked up, "But, you don't believe it...you don't believe me...you hate me, Zhao Litang raised his hand and wiped it off for him. Tears, breath and fingertips were trembling slightly.

Alanyue said again, "General, do you know? I like you."

Zhao Litang's body suddenly stopped, and the arm holding the person in his arms tightened a little involuntarily. A Lanyue's eyes were blurred, and she leaned on Zhao Litang's shoulder and leaned into his ear.

"General, I like you..."

"I like you…"

"like you…"

"I really like, like, like you very much..."

He said it many, many times, and his voice became weaker and weaker, but he was still stubborn and said again and again.

His body is still hot, he may be confused and he doesn't know what he is talking about, or he may wake up and forget what he said.

He is particularly fragile, his body is limp without a trace of strength, and even if he is held in his arms, he is light and airy.

Zhao Litang could only hug him tightly, buried his face in his neck, and said sullenly, "I see, go to sleep."

After Alanyue really fell asleep, Zhao Litang still called someone in to take him away. He was still feverish and had to see a doctor and take medicine, and the tent was so cold that he couldn't be allowed to sleep there. here.

After the tent became quiet again, Zhao Litang sat on the edge of the bed without moving.

There was still a little warmth in the quilt, but Zhao Litang didn't want to lie down, so he just sat like that all night.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Alanyue returned to Zhao Litang's tent. Several barbarian soldiers also brought charcoal fire, and the cold tent was suddenly much warmer.

Zhao Litang had never taken care of others, but he fed Alanyue and drank the concoction himself.

During the day, someone will bring food in, and Zhao Litang will feed Alanyue to eat again.

In the evening, the charcoal fire in the tent burned all night. Zhao Litang lay on the bed with A Lanyue in his arms, doing nothing but hugging him tightly from behind, fearing that he would be cold, so give him some warmth.

Alanyue hasn't been sick for a long time, and she has been a tormenting serious illness all her life.

Zhao Litang has been taking care of him patiently.

Stop killing him.

Don't push him away.