It was only in September, and it had already snowed a few times. It was dense at night, and it was scattered all night.
There was a fire in the tent, but it was actually quite warm.
I opened the tent and walked into the tent, and suddenly found that the princess was gone.
The milk in the bowl didn't move at all. I reached out and touched it. The milk was still warm, so the princess must not have gone far.
The small school in charge of the guards was anxious and asked, "General Pei, do you want to search the camp immediately?"
I shook my head and said, "Don't worry."
I walked out of the camp alone, and sure enough, I found the princess in a sheltered place behind the mountain.
She was surreptitiously stuffing beef jerky into a man with disheveled hair wrapped in sheep felt like a savage.
Before I got close, the savage had already drawn his knife.
The shiny golden wrong knife is a special blade for the bees under King Jieshuo's account. It is said that this kind of knife is extremely rare in the Western Regions. It was given to his most trusted maids by King Jiesuo. Yu cut off his tongue in swaddling clothes to avoid leaking secrets. The bee girl has been in and out of the king's tent since she was a child, and was deeply trusted by the king of Jishuo. It is said that the Jieshuo nobles are most afraid of this golden wrong knife. If anyone dares to be unfaithful to the king, they will sleep in the tent in the middle of the night and unknowingly be cut off by the bee girl's golden wrong knife.
I stopped, held up the wooden bowl in my hand, and showed them that I only had milk in my hand.
The savage-like bee slowly withdrew her golden knife, I put the wooden bowl on the ground and quietly backed away. The princess glanced at me carefully, and then came over and took away the bowl of milk.
The bee girl ate very fast, and she hadn't eaten for a long time, and even the bowl of milk was drank cleanly.
I turned around and was about to walk away when the princess suddenly stopped me. Her Zhongyuan didn't speak well, and she stuttered, "General, thank you... thank you..."
I didn't look back, just paused and said, "You're welcome, princess."
I didn't expect her to be so rude. The next day I saw the bee girl again in her tent, but her hands and face had been washed, and all the felt-like hair had been cut off. Wearing the coarse clothes of a handyman, he looks like a young boy with no hair tied.
The princess was a little embarrassed, but she still explained to me stutteringly: "A'Du... She... Poor... I... stay."
I looked at the several Central Plains maids that the Anxi Protectorate had specially hired to serve the princess. They were all trembling on the ground, afraid to get up.
I finally said: "The army can't take in people of unknown origin, and since she is an alien, Princess Mo Jiao will be in trouble."
The princess looked at me with her dark and bright eyes, and rarely said a whole sentence: "But I am also an alien."
I said calmly: "Your Highness is the princess of Xiliang, the princess and the princess that the prince welcomed, not an alien of unknown origin."
The princess' head lowered little by little, and it started to snow outside again, and the snow beads rustled softly on the tent.
Traveling south in the snow for several days, the bee girl still seemed to have not given up, she was still adorning the back of the army not far or near, and did not hide her deeds.
Yu Lin Lang, a close friend, finally couldn't help but ask me: "General, do you want to kill it?"
I'm undecided.
Because the princess is ill.
The princess has been ill since the bee was expelled that day.
She was very ill, had a high fever, and lay groggy in the car every day. The army is suffering from unscrupulous doctors, and I only worry that she will not be able to get sick.
Camping that night, the servant girl in the Central Plains who served the princess came to me in a panic, saying that the princess was in a coma, and I was afraid that it would be bad.
Although the princess was seriously ill a few days ago, she was still sane. I wanted to rush to the princess' tent to take a look, but after thinking about it, I went to see the prince first. The prince's spirit is getting better day by day. When I went, he was practicing swordsmanship in the tent. The prince was good at using swords, but he didn't show it in front of ordinary people. Dragon, like a ball of white light caged by his side, the sword light spit out slightly, and suddenly stabbed at me.
I am not shocked.
As expected, the sword edge of the crown prince swept past my ear, and there was a burst of coolness, which was pointed by the sword edge, and broke the curtain.
I didn't reach out to brush away the snowflakes, the tent was warm, and in a split second those snowflakes gradually melted into water marks on my clothes and disappeared.
The prince smiled and put away his sword, and said, "Azhao, you came just in time, it's snowing again, I asked them to roast mutton, and let's drink and ward off the cold in the evening."
I said, "Princess is very ill, do you want to visit your Highness?"
The smile on the prince's face disappeared in an instant, and he said, "I don't want to see her that ugly."
I said, "Since Your Highness is dissatisfied with this marriage, the general will feel that it is better to end it now, rather than clinging to this hot potato after returning to Beijing, tying hands and feet."
The prince stared at me with bright eyes: "How do you want to end it?"
I said, "The princess is ill and died on the road, so it's not a big deal. I would ask the King of Xiliang to choose another princess. If the King of Xiliang doesn't have a suitable princess to marry, it can be a country like Qiuci, anyway, from the countries in the Western Regions Just pick one of the queens and you're done."
The prince pondered for a moment, and finally he shook his head: "Although you have taken this Yu Lin army obediently, but your Majesty doesn't seem to have any eyeliner. If we kill the princess, the royal father must be unhappy."
I said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, the princess has been sick all the way, everyone in the Yulin army knows it, and she will definitely not teach your majesty to be suspicious."
Hearing what I said, the Crown Prince was silent for a while, then suddenly sighed and said, "Forget it, although that barbarian girl is hateful, it's not that she wants to marry me, she is a last resort, why should she kill her."
I said, "Your Highness has such a heart, why don't you go see her. She is alone and will be tied to Your Highness for the rest of her life. Since His Highness can't bear to kill her, let's perfunctory her."
The prince thought for a while and was finally persuaded by me.
I accompanied the prince to the princess' tent, but the princess still had a high fever and was unconscious.
Several maids were guarding the sickbed tremblingly, and hurriedly saluted us when they saw us coming in.
The prince waved his hand absentmindedly, and the maids hurriedly exited the tent. I was about to bow down to exit when the prince suddenly stopped me.
"Azhao, don't go."
"What the hell do you think about leaving me alone with a patient," he complained.
I had to turn around and go back to him.
The princess was really sick. She had a white skin on her mouth. A bowl of half-warm goat milk was placed on the small table in front of the sickbed. Spoon, such a drop of water can't get in, it's impossible to see it.
The princess was talking nonsense. It was real nonsense. Although I was proficient in nonsense, I could only hear that she was speaking in Western Liang dialect, but I couldn't understand what she was saying.
The prince had the patience to take care of the patient, but he just sat for a while, then got up and planned to leave.
I couldn't say much, so I had to lift the curtain of the tent for him. The princess was talking nonsense to herself, and suddenly called out vaguely: "Gu Xiaowu..."
Frightened, I turned to look at the princess, who was still ill and unaware, lying groggy.
It's just that these three words seemed to have magical power, and the prince couldn't help but stagnate, as if he stumbled, he turned to look at the princess.
The princess was still in a daze, and she called out again, which was softer, but it was still clearly heard in the official language of the Central Plains, which was "Gu Xiaowu".
I don't know what the prince's face was, but he suddenly covered his heart with his hand, as if he suddenly realized it.
If he remembered it, how should this situation be sorted out.
The prince finally bowed and walked out of the tent. I silently followed behind him. The snow had stopped outside, and a crescent moon was shining in the desert.
Nearby is a continuous line of army tents, and they are passing, and there are two or three sounds in the distance.
The prince finally put down his hand and said, "Perhaps it was the sword-wielding tool that was out of force, and just now, it was as if someone had been stabbed with a knife, and my heart ached."
I said, "Would you like to send a doctor to take a look?"
The prince shook his head and said, "It's okay." Suddenly he said, "I didn't expect this Princess Xiliang to have a lover from the Central Plains who is always on her mind."
I can't say anything.
He sighed again and said, "She's really a poor person too."
After escorting the prince back to the central army tent, I was still worried, and turned back to the princess tent. As soon as I entered the tent, I found two maids lying on the ground, obviously knocked unconscious. My heart sank, I drew my sword silently, and carefully sneaked into the tent.
Under the dim and jumping oil light, it was the bee girl who was holding the princess and feeding her goat milk one by one. The princess was so sick that she couldn't swallow, so she poured out most of the goat milk. The bee was very careful, she used a silver spoon to pry open the princess's lips, fed a spoonful, wiped off the overflowing goat milk with a cloth, and then fed again after a while.
The bee girl was very vigilant and did not wait for me to approach. She seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly pulled out the golden knife and stood vigilantly. I lowered the edge of my sword, she saw it was me, and slowly put down the knife.
I saw that she had fed for half an hour and finally finished feeding the goat's milk. The princess still didn't wake up, but her breathing became heavier. The bee lady seemed very relieved, she took out a medicinal herb from her bosom, chewed it bit by bit and fed it to the princess.
From the moon to the middle of the sky, I stood under the gentle slope and watched the bee girl exit the tent lightly. Before I could meet her, she pulled out the golden knife again.
I blocked her sword with my sword, and we quickly made several moves under the moon, the moonlight reflecting the sparks of the blades of the swords intersecting.
Finally, I stopped my sword, I knew I couldn't kill this bee lady.
She also put away the knife, still looking at me vigilantly like a small beast.