Spirit of the Phoenix: 117. Wish

Like an endless dream.

In the dream, the prince looked at Tai'an unrequitedly, and said indifferently: "There is no joy in life, and there is no fear in death. How about fulfilling you and him?"

He turned and faced forward, and he was about to step into the vast white mist.

And she pulled him back like crazy, threw herself into his arms, and said: "There has never been him, it has always been you."

He looked at her coldly, and retreated step by step. But she stepped forward, grabbed his skirt and asked, "Do you... love me?"

The prince did not answer for a long time.

Tai'an raised his head in fear, but saw **** red tears flowing from his tightly closed eyes, sliding down his stubble-covered chin and onto the "Saint Ancestor's Instruction" on his chest.

Under their bodies, the red blood is like a meandering stream, accumulating more and more.

But she screamed in horror and backed away, but she couldn't move.

Tai'an suddenly opened his eyes and escaped from this long nightmare.

The sky was already bright, and the sun came in through the car window, falling on her smooth arms.

Tai'an draped his clothes and sat up, feeling sore all over, and looked at the prince beside him in embarrassment.

He is still sleeping, and the wound on his arm has been roughly treated. She frowned and thought for a moment, then quietly climbed up from his side.

The carriage has stopped. Tai'an got out of the car, only then did he realize that the Yan army had already set up camp on a low **** outside Yunzhou City, traveling quickly all the way.

"Hello, Mr. Ying." She nodded to Ying Yue outside the tent.

Ying Yue nodded his head in return, with alienation in his respect. He and General Li knew better than anyone the reason why the crown prince delayed rushing to help Yunzhou for two days. Seeing Tai'an at this time, they really couldn't pretend to be overjoyed.

Tai'an lowered his head, abated the smile on his face, and asked in a low voice, "How is Yunzhou City? Did the Turkic soldiers break the city?"

Sighing inwardly, Ying Yue paused for a moment before stretching out his hand, pointing to the dark place in the distance and saying, "Did you see it? Yunzhou is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it came from the natural moat. Now that the yellow water has broken, I'm afraid it won't last long." Already."

Tai'an squinted his eyes, only to realize that the dark row was actually oars parked on the yellow water, connected end to end to form a huge pontoon bridge. It was densely packed with Turkic soldiers.

"Turkic cavalry is the main force, and they are not good at crossing water. Now that the pontoon bridge on the Yellow River has been built, the Turkic cavalry is like walking on flat ground. Once the stone carts are crashed and transported across the river, they will attack the city."

The chariot is quite heavy, and it takes a lot of time and effort to transport it to the ship's plank, and it also buys time for the general of Yunzhou to breathe. But even so, 40,000 Turkic soldiers have already pushed their chariots across the Yellow River, staring at the city wall.

At this time, the guards in the city did not dare to break the gate to fight, so they could only retreat from the enemy on the city wall.

However, to face the enemy for many days in a row, the arrows in the city were obviously insufficient.

Mr. Ying said with emotion, "If we are one day later, Yunzhou may not be able to keep it."

Tai'an lowered his eyes, feeling ashamed in an instant, and didn't dare to say a word.

Mr. Ying couldn't bear it, and comforted her: "Miss Afeng, don't worry. After nightfall, all the Turkic troops crossed the Yellow River. Our army took advantage of the night to sneak attack, and took the fighting ships loaded with tung oil and dry firewood, and took advantage of the east wind. When it burns like an arrow, it can burn all the Turkic boats and sculls."

"Turkic soldiers are not good at swimming, so the Yan army should join forces with the Yunzhou defenders to wipe out the Turkic army." Mr. Ying looked complacent and confident, "Now the Yan army is preparing for battle according to His Highness's order, and it will only wait until nightfall When the east wind blows, we will go all out to attack the city with cavalry."

The prince's strategy sounds wonderful, and Tai'an appreciates it very much.

Thinking about the prince, she felt a little nervous again, her cheeks flushed slightly: "Last night, His Highness was injured, please go and have a look..."

Ying Yue frowned: "Injured? Your Highness was in the carriage last night. Who hurt him?"

With a look of scrutiny, he opened the tent and walked in. When he saw the prince's face, his face froze, and he put his finger on the prince's wrist to check his pulse.

A moment later, Mr. Ying withdrew his hand and stared at Tai'an with piercing eyes: "Your Highness was with you last night, how did you get hurt, Miss Afeng knows all too well?"

Tai'an lowered his head: "It's a sword wound..."

Mr. Ying snorted coldly, then unwrapped the sackcloth on the Prince's arm, opened the wound carefully, and said after a while, "Your Highness held the sword in his right hand and scratched himself?"

He was a military doctor who also worked as an assistant, and he was very familiar with sword wounds. He was relieved to see Tai'an bowed his head and acquiesced.

"It's okay, it's just that you've lost too much blood. In another hour, I'll come and call Your Highness to get up."

After their actions, he still slept very soundly, his face was peaceful, like a very tired child.

She was filled with heartache, and lightly stroked the fine lines between his brows, after thinking for a while, she followed Mr. Ying out of the carriage and went to the military kitchen.

After two years in the army, Tai'an's culinary skills have greatly improved. Thinking that the prince slept peacefully all night, he must be hungry when he wakes up, so he washed his hands and cooked for him, making a bowl of mutton soup for him.

Northern mutton has a strong smell. She took a cup of hawthorn to remove the smell, and another cup of tangerine peel to remove the smell. She boiled a piece of leg meat for an hour until it was white and rolling, and carried it back to the carriage in a thick bowl.

Ying Yue was already in the carriage, while the prince was still sleeping peacefully on the blanket.

Tai'an put the mutton soup on the low table, raised his head and smiled: "Mr. Ying..."

Ying Yue stared at her steadfastly, without answering, but his eyes gradually shifted from her smiling face to the thick bowl still emitting white smoke.

Tai'an's heart skipped a beat, and just as she was about to make a sound, she saw Mr. Ying slightly raise his hand, and a chill came from behind her, and the cold wind rushed in from outside the car.

Tai'an turned around sharply, but saw General Li standing coldly outside the car. Seeing her turn around, palms immediately dropped from the sky, clamped her wrists, and slammed her down hard to the ground.

Tai'an fell to the ground with a buzz, terrified: "General Li, Mr. Ying, why is this? Why did you treat me like this? Whose idea is this?"

Her chest was pounding like a drum, and she raised her voice and shouted at the prince: "Your Highness! Prince! Little Prince!"

She desperately called him and yelled at him, wanting to ask him for an explanation.

But gradually, Tai'an seemed to be blocked by a big rock in his throat.

He is still sleeping.

Her voice was so sharp and loud, but he seemed to be unresponsive, sleeping peacefully.

"What's going on..." She stopped struggling and resisting, and stared at Mr. Ying with wide eyes, "Your Highness...what's the matter?"

Mr. Ying didn't say a word, and the hatred in his eyes was undisguised.

It was General Li who spoke first: "Miss Afeng, please forgive me for going overboard."

"Your Highness is afraid... you won't be able to wake up."

General Li took a deep breath, and said: "Mr. Ying checked His Highness's pulse, it was solid and slow, it seemed to exist, but it seemed to have nothing, like boiling water in a pot, absolutely but without root, this is... a dead pulse."

"Due to poisoning, dead pulse."

Tai'an stood in front of the car in a daze.

Mr. Ying roared and questioned her: "You and His Highness were the only two in the car last night. How did His Highness get poisoned? Who are you? What kind of poison did you get? You still haven't explained them one by one!"

She didn't hear anything clearly, and she didn't understand anything, her mind was buzzing, repeating what she said to him personally last night.

"Humans and ghosts have different paths..." she said, "If you and I are forced to be together, I'm afraid we will be punished by God..."

And he held her hand tightly: "I am the Son of Heaven, why should I be afraid of God's punishment? Instead of worrying about God's punishment, I should worry about whether I can survive tomorrow's **** battle with the Turks."

She closed her eyes, and that long and endless dream was spinning in her mind.

He was bleeding profusely, winding like a river under her feet. And that "Saint Ancestor's Instruction" was spread aside, soaking up every drop of his blood.