Yun Yang walked against the wind.
The wind was blowing, but it could not dispel the depression in his heart.
"Whether my choice today was right or wrong, but there is nothing to say at this time?!"
"Maybe it's a mistake not to be happy with your grudges, but I hope that from the overall situation... my choice will always have many uses."
"After all, I am still from Yutang."
"Personal grudges should be put aside for the time being compared to the country's current precarious situation. Brothers, will you blame me?"
"Hey, who are you, don't I know?! You are destined not to blame me!"
"But, I will blame myself!"
"The right and wrong in this world, the choice between right and wrong, is so difficult. It is not a matter of simple distinction of stance, nor a simple decision of wisdom. It is so helpless and helpless!"
Yun Yang let out a long sigh.
I have made a choice, and I know that this is the best choice for the current situation. However, the depression in my heart continues unabated, and it is difficult to calm down.
The first goal has been given up; then, just finish all the backlog of things.
The wind howled.
Yun Yang quietly arrived at the residence of Marshal Qiu Jianhan.
It should be said that Marshal Qiu's mansion has been in a state of misery for a long time; Qiu Jianhan has not woken up.
Mrs. Qiu did not know how many famous doctors she had invited, and almost all the royal doctors from the palace lived in the Qiu family. Almost all the rare medicinal materials in the palace were emptied out.
His Majesty the Emperor has an order: No matter whether it is necessary or not, move here first! What if you use it but don't have time to spare and delay things
Save Marshal Qiu at all costs! Even if you need my blood as a medicine introduction, just come and get it!
Who can save this old bastard, promote him to the third level, be awarded the title of Duke, and be hereditary? Even if he rebels and rebels, he will still have a gold medal to avoid death!
The emperor's promise is not unimportant.
The imperial doctors were all trembling with fear and walking on thin ice. They all tried their best to keep the situation under control, and everyone worked hard.
Even so, the imperial doctors were still scolded by His Majesty the Emperor every day.
No matter how you try out all the remedies you know and what you have learned in your mind, the old marshal just won’t wake up, but what can he do!
His Majesty the Emperor now comes to visit basically every three days. When he comes, he sighs for a long time, sheds tears for a long time, is silent for a long time, and then angrily scolds the imperial doctors for a long time - he doesn't want to get angry, and he also knows that the imperial doctors are really doing their best. There is really no way to do it.
But every time I see Qiu Jianhan looking like a living dead, I feel so uncomfortable that I want to kill him.
It's late at night.
Mrs. Qiu was taking care of Marshal Qiu carefully in front of his bed.
Looking at Qiu Jianhan, who was as unconscious as a sound sleep, the old lady sighed sadly: "Old man Qiu, I have been married to you all my life... Why haven't I realized that you are so important before? I'm hanging on, lest you can't come back. Now that you're back, I can see you every day, but this heart is still hanging on... "
As she spoke, the old lady suddenly laughed to herself: "What am I talking about? You are much happier than those soldiers who died on the battlefield. Even if you really can't wake up, I am still content. Yes, you are always in front of me now..."
While he was muttering, suddenly the wind blew softly.
In front of the bed, a dark shadow appeared out of nowhere.
"Who is your Excellency? Why are you here?" The old lady is also someone who has seen big scenes. Although the situation came suddenly, she was still not confused at all and answered the questions calmly and calmly.
"I am Lord Yun." The black shadow said, "Come to rescue the old marshal and wake him up."
The old lady was stunned when she heard this, and suddenly she felt like the world was spinning, and tears couldn't help but burst out of her eyes.
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Later in the night.
Qiu Jianhan, who had been sleeping for a long time, woke up slowly.
Now that Lu Lu is back, Yun Yang will no longer take most of the difficult and complicated diseases in this life seriously. At least, Marshal Qiu will never be as helpless in his current situation as before.
In fact, the old marshal probably consumed too much of his life source and could not make up for it. Before, Yun Yang used his own essence and blood to help him, which was equivalent to the world's top natural materials and earthly treasures, which could protect his life. , however, the old marshal's physical load is also too heavy, making it difficult to fully exert the effectiveness of the precious blood. However, these situations are only trivial to Lu Lu, and they can be easily solved, so what's the point!
To Yun Yang's expectation, the old marshal who regained consciousness had almost no negative emotions at all.
It seemed that this deep sleep was just a long dream to him.
Well, to be more precise, it should be a sweet dream, a sweet dream that one does not want to wake up from!
In my dream, so many old brothers and comrades-in-arms drank and ate meat with me, climbed mountains and ridges with me, and moved forward with me.
Many of them are old brothers who died many years ago and are no longer here. Now, everyone is gathered together again, which is a rare joy!
I still remember that many old brothers would ask the same question: What will happen to my family after I die
At this time, Qiu Jianhan was the proudest moment. He patted his chest and said sternly: "As long as I am here, what can happen to your family?!"
"Is it possible that you look down on me? Can't trust me? Do you think I haven't taken good care of them?!"
Some old brothers asked: "How is our country doing?"
Qiu Jianhan was worried: "We are still fighting, we will definitely win. We have won so many times, and this time will be no exception!"
So everyone sighed together and cheered together.
Another old brother asked: "Who are the Nine Lords?"
Qiu Jianhan became proud again: "I know it. I am one of the few insiders. Even Old Cold Man and Old Fangtou don't know this secret. However, I know it, but how could I tell it?" You guys? Hehe hehe... "
Many people curled their lips and booed: "This old guy is dead, but he still keeps it a secret. Who should he keep it from?"
Qiu Jianhan just laughed and said nothing, humph, what I promised must be kept secret even after death!
Hmm... dead... is that the reason
But I have to say that during this period of time, the old marshal was really relaxed, happy and contented.
There is nothing to do all day long, just drinking, chatting, and arguing. One day, I will play with this one, and tomorrow I will play with that one. There are hundreds of thousands of brothers here.
You will never be lonely at any time!
But at this moment... When I woke up suddenly, opened my eyes and saw that I was sleeping in my own house, and that I was not dead, I felt a sense of reluctance that welled up in my heart.
I wonder, who is so blind that he actually pulled me back
I haven't had enough fun yet...
Then he saw Yun Yang.
Dressed in black, he looked like a cloud shrouded in smoke.
He also recognized Yun Yang. There was only one person in the world who could take this form!
He immediately understood the current situation, so his face turned dark, and he complained dissatisfiedly: "Why can't you wait any longer? Please tell me before I have time to say goodbye to them..."
Yun Yang was stunned for a moment.
Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.
bid farewell? What does it mean
I really don't understand this.
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