"Last night... it wasn't someone else who saved you, the little brother in black, she was... she was...Miss Nangong..." After a long time, Ji Yunjian managed to squeeze out these intermittent words from his stubborn lips.
"What! Miss Nangong was the one who saved me last night!" Sheng Yaoshan heard that, his eyes were bigger than copper bells, and he immediately grabbed Ji Yunjian's shoulder and held it vigorously, saying: "Then where is she now? How is the injury? Does it matter? Let's go, I'll go see her!"
"She..." Ji Yunjian finally couldn't bear the sadness in his heart. Since ancient times, men don't shed tears lightly, but they didn't reach the point of sadness. But at this moment, those two lines of tears flowed through Ji Yun silently. Look at that handsome face carved in stone!
Can't speak anymore, just turned around sadly, and slowly walked out of the camp!
Sheng Yaoshan felt a blank chill in his heart! Immediately, he followed in stride.
Under a pine tree outside the camp, there is a small grave.
The wet soil made it obvious at a glance that it was a new grave.
"This is?" Sheng Yaoshan felt staggering under his feet, and ran over quickly.
"Last night...Miss Nangong was shot by an arrow to save the general. The arrow pierced through the heart and died..." Ji Yunjian's sad voice echoed under the pine tree.
The wind picked up, and the pine trees were unbearably oppressed by the snow. From time to time, snowflakes fell, pieces of pure white, gently falling on the new tomb.
"This is... this is Miss Nangong?!" Sheng Yaoshan couldn't believe it for a while! One was unsteady, and the whole person fell in front of Nangongxue's grave.
Yesterday was still a fresh life, standing in front of me with such a smile like a flower, it seemed that she could still be seen busy between the military tent and the medical tent, and she seemed to be able to see her hurriedly carrying medicinal tea; but now , but there is only this low new tomb in front of me, silent. cold and sad...
"It's a long way for the army to go back to court. I really can't bear to burn her down, and I'm afraid that such a beautiful Miss Nangong will be rotten or rotten. Or the smell is bad, so I buried her in the ground and put her here." Ji Yun Jian's voice was low. Just like the low and quiet surroundings at this time!
"She died? Last night, she...died to save me?!" Sheng Yaoshan couldn't accept the dead silence when he heard it, and repeated it intermittently, with his vigorous and powerful hands, tightly grasping Nangongxue's tomb. The new mud deeply embedded his hands in it.
"General Sheng's condolences." Ji Yunjian's voice was faint but filled with endless sadness.
"This was last night before Miss Nangong left. Let me give it to you." After finishing speaking, Ji Yunjian handed the well-wrapped letter paper to Sheng Yaoshan.
"Did she leave any words?" After a long time, Sheng Yaoshan asked with sobs.
"No... The injury is too serious, I can't speak... I just want to leave this to you." After Ji Yunjian said, he couldn't bear it anymore, turned around in grief and anger, and hit the pine tree beside him with a fierce fist!
Kneeling in front of Nangongxue's grave, Sheng Yaoshan unfolded the letter with trembling hands.
"Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, how about the general come back? This gentleman wants to be at ease. Unexpectedly, the mountains and rivers are bleak. The sky is suddenly broken, and the snow is old. The cold sword silently listens to the thunder. Mo Xiao. Blowing through the corner of the painting all night. A late visitor from the south of the Yangtze River, with a red rope knotted on the tip of his hair."
It is a modern poem, though done in archaic style.
However, in the era of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the poetry culture was complicated and flourishing. Even if it was a modern poem, it was still a good poem with excellent writing style in that era!
However, Sheng Yaoshan didn't know that it was late at night a few days before Nangongxue. The mood of sitting alone in front of the campfire.
However, Sheng Yaoshan didn't know. Nangongxue a few years ago, before coming to Da Zhou. It's short hair that matches the ears.
However, Sheng Yaoshan didn't know that even though Nangongxue was still wearing long hair with the increase of time in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the long hair was only a little short of waist length!
Every year there is only a little difference, every year pruning, every year there is only a little difference...
It's like a fate that has been arranged in the dark, even if it's a meeting across time and space, even if it's by your side every day, in front of your eyes, after all, there is only a little difference...
So, that night before the bonfire, facing the military tent of Shengyao Mountain where the lights were turned off, Nangongxue wrote this modern poem that I can't re-familiar... Wait for my long hair to reach my waist...
I thought that when this battle was over, I would muster up the courage to confess to the general in my heart, and personally send this modern ancient style poem to him...
I never thought about it, but it was too late!
However, due to a trick of fate, Nangong Xue at that time would not have predicted that after a few nights, it would be her farewell to the general!
And the poem in Sheng Yaoshan's hands at this moment has become a masterpiece of farewell!
The ancients were sensitive to poetry. Sheng Yaoshan looked at the chic font on the letter paper and read the poem full of affection.
Ji Yunjian quietly retreated from the pine tree.
Although he didn't know what was written on the letter paper, but seeing Sheng Yaoshan's appearance, he had already guessed it out of ten.
It's a pity, it's only in that moment, it's just a little bit short!
"She seems to seldom ride in a carriage, and she always walks with the soldiers and eats..."
"She never seems to rest. Whenever she is free, she makes ginger tea or asks for medicinal tea for the soldiers..."
"She seems to be a person made of steel, running back and forth between the ranks all day long, always observing everyone's physical condition, and treating sick soldiers in time..."
"She never seemed to care about herself. On that rainy night, I saw that she was drenched all over, but she was still carrying a medicine box and shuttled between every military tent..."
"And that sandstorm, that rain of arrows..."
"Accompanied by the unbearable taste of the bloody flesh of those injuries all day long, even before she died, her eyes were still red and swollen with bloodshot eyes..."
"Her medical skills are really miraculous. Even a simple bandage, through her hands, the wounded soldier will keep an arm or a leg..."
"Even a simple silver needle to stop bleeding can save young lives..."
"She never rests in the medical tent, and always leaves warm medical tents for seriously ill wounded..."
"Every night when I walk out of the general's big tent, I can meet her outside the tent..."
Ji Yunjian spoke out of tune like broken thoughts, saying it for Sheng Yaoshan to listen to, but also for himself to remember...
After a long time, the silence in the mountains was finally restored.
Ji Yunjian left, and he left a quiet place, only left to the tearful Sheng Yaoshan and the quiet Nangongxue.
After staggering a few steps, he felt top-heavy, and a blurry curtain of water appeared in front of his eyes.
As soon as he turned around and raised his hand gently, he didn't realize that tears were streaming down his face.