After seeing the face of the person coming clearly, Zhao Litang paused.
Amul waved his hand and the visitor was brought to sit next to him.
"Let me introduce you to General Zhao," Amul patted the man's shoulder and said with a smile, "This is my younger brother, the long-lost little prince of the barbarians, Alanyue."
Alan Yue
Zhao Litang looked at the man sitting next to Amul, who was wearing luxurious barbarian clothing. His whole body was carefully decorated, and his fair face looked even more beautiful.
"My brother was taken away from me at birth because of cholera. All I know is that there is a crescent-shaped mark on his face. I have been searching for him for many years but to no avail. I didn't expect that he had been raised by the enemies of my barbarian tribe. Fortunately, he is being well taken care of."
Amul withdrew his hand and looked at Zhao Litang's shocked eyes, feeling happy.
Yue Nu, oh no, it was A Lan Yue's eyes were wet. She lowered her head and dared not look at Zhao Litang.
He himself had not accepted his own identity. As soon as he woke up, he was surrounded by many barbarians who wanted to do a blood test to recognize his kinship. After the recognition was successful, these people called him the little prince, treated him with respect everywhere, but would not let him leave the barbarian camp.
He tried to sneak away several times, but was caught by several strong soldiers and taken back to the tent.
The barbarian camp stopped fighting for several days because of Alan Yue's incident.
Amul tried many ways to persuade his brother to go back to the barbarian territory, but Alanyue was unwilling to go back no matter what.
Finally, Amul found out some information. It turned out that his younger brother was saved by Zhao Litang, and then he had been following Zhao Litang. He questioned Alanyue several times and found some signs that something was wrong.
This is not the right feeling to treat a normal benefactor.
It happened that Zhao Litang came to the door, so Amul spared his life, wanting to see his brother's reaction.
As expected, A Lanyue, who had almost given up, began to panic again. She tried several times to escape to Zhao Litang's tent to visit him, but was caught every time.
Amul felt very guilty towards his younger brother. He had let him wander outside alone for so many years and made him suffer so much. Now he had to stay with someone so humbly, even though that person didn't care about him at all.
As the younger brother of the barbarian leader and the only prince on the grassland, there is no need for him to be so servile.
"General Zhao, do you know my brother?"
Amul asked deliberately.
Zhao Litang took a few deep breaths and realized that he was not dead. Once he was sure that he was not dead, a huge weight of relief fell from his heart.
If this child really died on the battlefield, really died in his military camp, then he would be in great pain.
"I don't know him." Zhao Litang turned his eyes away, his tone cold.
A Lanyue raised her head in an instant, stared at Zhao Litang's profile, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes silently.
Amul said, "I don't know him. Why has General Zhao been staring at him for so long? Could it be that he has taken a fancy to my brother?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the other barbarian soldiers started laughing, and the way they looked at Zhao Litang became more and more warm.
"It is said that the people of the Celestial Empire pay the most attention to etiquette and teachings, and hate violating ethical principles. It seems that General Zhao is just like me, the barbarians. He doesn't care about those complicated formalities and is very open-minded. There is nothing wrong with liking men."
"Yes, it's the same for men and women. If you like them, just marry them and take them home. General Zhao is a general of a country, and he can afford to support them."
"Just do it if you like it, there's no need to talk so much nonsense."
The chaotic sounds all around bombarded his mind. When had there ever been such a situation in the auditorium of the Celestial Empire where people talked nonsense without regard for food or meat
Zhao Litang clenched his fists in agony. There was a trace of blood in his throat that he couldn't spit out or swallow. His eyes turned red with burning sensation.
“That’s enough!”
A loud bang made everyone quiet down, and everyone's attention was focused again.
Zhao Litang raised his head and drank the whole glass of wine, swallowing it mixed with blood, which tasted spicy all the way to his heart.
"I know him. He used to be a servant in my house, a handyman in my army camp, a deserter from my battlefield, and now, he has become the prince of your barbarian tribe! And I am your barbarian tribe's enemy, captive, and prisoner!"
After Zhao Litang said the last three words, he suddenly threw the wine glass in his hand towards Amul and said through gritted teeth, "Are you satisfied?"
Amul did not dodge, and the wine glass smashed his forehead, oozing out a little blood.
A Lanyue on the side looked at Zhao Litang with tears in her eyes, biting her lower lip so hard that it almost drew blood.
His general said he was a deserter.
His general looked at him with hatred in his eyes.
Amul raised his hand and touched his wound. "It seems that there is no need to talk any further."
He waved his hand and said, "Kill him."
Suddenly, several soldiers rushed in from outside the tent, rushed forward, grabbed Zhao Litang and tried to drag him outside.
Zhao Litang's steps were unsteady, his body swayed and he fell down. The world was spinning in front of his eyes, and he felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't breathe. He was about to faint.
There seemed to be a sound of someone running towards him, and he was hugged by someone. Something soft touched his lips. He breathed smoothly, but his chest still felt stuffy. Zhao Litang's eyes went dark and he passed out.
"General, General, General, wake up, don't die, don't die, you can't die"
A Lanyue hugged Zhao Litang and cried inconsolably. The soldiers next to her didn't dare to move. Amul waved his hand and asked them to leave.
"Yue'er, Yue'er."
Amul walked to Alanyue's side and stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground.
A Lanyue shook off his arm and glared at him with red eyes, "Didn't you say that as long as I obeyed you, you wouldn't kill him? Didn't you say you wouldn't hurt him? Were all the words you promised me false? Didn't you say you are my brother and will listen to me in everything? Then I want you to let him go now!"
"Yue'er, you haven't been back for a long time. There are some things you don't understand. Stand up first and we'll talk."
Amul gave a look and several servants came over to pull Alanyue and Zhao Litang, but they were all scared away by the heart-wrenching roar.
"Don't come over here! If anyone dares to touch him, I will die with him. I mean what I say!"
"Moon"
Seeing that he was still protecting Zhao Litang, Amul frowned and didn't dare to let anyone come forward for a while.
"Brother," Alan Yue cried, "I call you brother, I beg you, please let him go, okay? I will answer whatever you say.
You want me to go back to the barbarian territory, okay, I will go back, as long as you can let him go."
Looking at his brother crying like a tearful baby, Amul felt extremely sorry. He was the only relative in the world and he had gone through so much trouble to find him because he wanted to hold him in his hands and protect and love him, not let him cry for another man.
"Forget it." Amul finally sighed, "Take the man back to the tent and find someone to check his wounds. Don't let him die."
When Zhao Litang opened his eyes again, he found himself not at the Corpse Dumping Hill as he had expected, nor at a prison, but on a warm and soft bed covered with fluffy deer hair.
Someone was applying medicine to his shoulder, and his movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of waking himself up.
He blinked slowly, finally seeing who was in front of him.
Zhao Litang's face suddenly changed, and he waved his arm to push the person holding the ointment and gauze to the ground.
"ah!"
A Lanyue sat down on the ground, but still held the things in her hands high for fear of getting them dirty.
"General! You're awake!"
A Lanyue totally ignored the fact that this person had just pushed her down, and her surprise was hard to hide.
"General, are you injured anywhere else? I only saw the most serious wound on your shoulder. Don't move. The wound has not been bandaged yet."
"roll."
A Lanyue paused, then slowly forced out a difficult smile.
"General, let me bandage you."
"I told you to get out!"
Zhao Litang couldn't stop coughing, and the blood in his throat finally came out, and the blood flowed down his chin into his robe.
A Lanyue hurriedly tried to wipe the blood off him, her eyes became hot and tears welled up in her eyes.
"General, you have suffered serious internal injuries. If you don't rest well, it will be very dangerous."
Zhao Litang closed his eyes and said, "I don't care if you betrayed the Celestial Empire's military intelligence to the barbarians, but as long as you are of the royal blood of the barbarians, you are the mortal enemy of our Celestial Empire. If I meet you somewhere else, I will kill you without mercy."
A Lanyue's fingers froze for a moment, but she quickly bandaged Zhao Litang's wound skillfully.
"I believe you, General. So you must get out alive. You saved my life. If you want to kill me, I will admit it."
''you… "
Zhao Litang suddenly grabbed the wrist on his shoulder, his eyes burning red with anger, "Why are you his brother? Why are you the prince of the barbarians? Are you lying to me? Tell me? Is this Amul's conspiracy?"
Alan Yue's wrist was squeezed so hard that it hurt, and he could even hear the bones creaking, but he did not pull his wrist out, just shook his head.
"It's not a conspiracy, it's all true."
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes along with these words. If possible, he would rather not be the only prince on the grassland. He just wanted to be an ordinary person and it was enough for him to be able to stay with the general.
Tears slid across the crescent mark, sparkling with crystal clear light, and a bit of enchanting red slowly took root and sprouted, unknowingly drilling into the depths of people's hearts.
Zhao Litang's heart seemed to become clear, light and soft at that moment.
He raised his fingers as if possessed, touched the crescent moon, and wiped away the tears there.
Then he heard himself say, "You make me sick."
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