Legend of Jinyi

Chapter 118: Xiao Xiuying

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Lu Bing frowned and called the medical officer. The medical officer took a test. He looked at Lu Bing and said regretfully: "My lord, Guard Jiang's left ear was severely hit and deaf..."

When everyone heard it, they were first taken aback, and then sighed.

Lu Bing's heart was struck by lightning, and Yang Sen hurriedly asked, "Is there a way to recover?"

"This... I forgive the villain for his shallow medical skills and powerless..." The medical officer apologized: "Unless a miracle occurs, it can be healed, otherwise... There is no hope in this life."

Lu Bing was upset in his heart, wanted to get angry, but didn't know who to rush, his anger hovered in his chest for a while before turning into a sigh.

Seeing Lu Bing's troubles, Shishi smiled relievedly and said, "It's okay, my lord, it's enough to have one ear to hear."

"..." Lu Bing was silent for a while, raised his head, and said to Shishi: "Shishi, don't call it an adult anymore, call it eldest brother."

Shishixiao smiled, without the slightest grudge, and said happily, "Big Brother!"

"Good brother!" Lu Bing grabbed the stone's hand and said, "From now on, you will be my own brother of Lu Bing!"

The stone was still smiling, but there was a flash of light in the tiger's eyes. From now on, besides his mother, he has another relative.

Lu Bing comforted the stone and lay down, leaving Yang Sen to accompany the stone. He walked out of the big tent by himself, and he took a long sigh, staring at Yunjuanyunshu in the distance.

I don't know when, Li Jin came over, and saw that Lu Bing was in a daze.

Lu Bingwu's instinct felt that someone was coming, and turned his head to see that it was Li Jin.

Lu Bing smiled and said, "Is there anything going on with General Li?"

Seeing Lu Bing's question, Li Jin hurriedly said, "My lord, what should I do with the corpse that I brought back? The little girl held the corpse and didn't let it go. If you can't keep the corpse like this, there will be plague."

Lu Bing heard it and knew that Li Jin made sense, and said, "I'll go and see with you."

Lu Bing and Li Jin came to a camp, Wang Zhaoyi's body was inside, and Wang Zhaoyi's daughter was holding the corpse and not letting go. Several soldiers on the side looked at the little girl helplessly, and when they saw Lu Bing and Li Jin coming in, they saluted.

Lu Bing waved his hand to let them retreat first, and the soldiers retired and walked out of the camp.

Lu Bing came to the little girl, squatted down, and asked, "What is your name?"

Hearing Lu Bing's voice, the little girl took a peek and saw that it was Lu Bing. She remembered that the adult had fought side by side with her father, and she also remembered the adult's efforts to get his father's body back.

"My name is Xiaoying." The little girl replied in a low voice, crying hoarsely.

"Xiaoying..., is this your nickname? What about your big name?"

"Wang Xiuying..." the little girl replied

"From today, your name is Wang Lu Xiuying, you are my Lu Bing's daughter." Lu Bing said seriously

"I am not! My name is Wang Xiuying, and I only have one dad! My name is Wang Zhaoyi!" Xiao Xiuying stubbornly said loudly.

"Yes! Your father is Wang Zhaoyi, Wang Zhaoyi of the North Leg! You are the daughter of the King of the North Leg! But look at you now! Your father is dead! And he died in a different place! You pester him like this, How can he be at ease if he can't get a whole body? How can he go on the road with confidence!" Lu Bing said solemnly.

Xiao Xiuying listened to Lu Bing's words and looked at her poor father, her heart sour and her eyes red again.

"Xiuying, you are the daughter of the North Leg King. You must be strong and can't live up to your father's fame! Obedient, let him return to his hometown?" Lu Bing saw Xiao Xiuying listened, and then said softly.

Xiao Xiuying lowered her head in thought, and after a moment, she stood up and said firmly: "Uncle, then you can send my dad away and lie here like this... Daddy must be very painful..."

At this point, Xiao Xiuying couldn't help tears anymore, tears streaming down her face, she couldn't make a sound.

With a sigh, Lu Bing let people come in, stitched Wang Zhaoyi's body and head together, and lifted it out of Daying.

Lu Bing had people put up a tall wooden frame, piled them up with wood, and put Wang Zhaoyi on it.

Lu Bing took Xiuying's little hand and walked out of the camp.

"Kneel down, kowtow three more heads to your father!" Lu Bing said pityingly.

Xiuying wiped her tears, knelt down, knocked her head three times, and her forehead was stained with blood.

Lu Bing took the torch and threw it on it himself.

The warm flame, licking the setting sun in the west, swallowed Wang Zhaoyi's figure...

The wind is fierce, like the hearty laughter of Wang Zhaoyi's heroic soul in the sunset.

Xiuying's teary eyes were dim, watching the flames soaring and burning, it seemed to be a picture after another...

Daddy has loved herself the most since she was a child... Especially the days when she lived in an unfamiliar Mongolian camp in the past few years and depended on each other has made Xiao Xiuying unforgettable.

On the night of escaping from my hometown, there were terrifying voices and fierce faces everywhere. The pungent smell of blood and the burning sensation made Xiuying feel like she was in hell, but in the warm embrace of her father, Xiuying actually fell asleep, and even the heavy breathing sound was so reassuring.

Daddy worked hard, fought hard, and bought a piece of sheep and scorpion for himself, watching his mouth full of greasy chewing, and the wrinkles at the corner of Daddy's eyes bloomed into a flower.

Daddy saw that he was being bullied by a Mongolian child, and angrily hit the family's yurt, and was flogged for thirty. The next day, I had to continue to work with injuries, in exchange for rations for myself. But after that, Mongolian children no longer dared to bully themselves easily.

The leaky tents are no different from the ice cellar in the winter on the grassland. My father puts on the fire all night, holding himself, and using his back to support the vent on the tent, and sleepless night. On the second day, with festering, red and swollen frostbite, he ran dozens of miles to get enough dead branches to prepare for the stove fire the next night.

One by one, one by one, big or small, flashed across Xiuying's mind...

"Xiaoying..." Xiuying seemed to hear a faint voice from the bottom of her heart.

"Xiaoying..." Xiuying murmured harmoniously...

Lu Bing on the side heard vaguely, feeling sad.

The flames gradually extinguished, and Lu Bing ordered a box of ashes to be collected, wrapped in a parcel, and held in his hand.

"Xiu... Xiaoying," Lu Bing cried hesitantly.

Xiuying was awakened suddenly, and there was just a hint of joy at the corner of her mouth, but she immediately disappeared again. She remembered that Daddy would never call herself that way again.

Xiuying shook her head in disappointment subconsciously, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth...

"Uncle, can you not call me Xiaoying?... This is what Daddy can call..." Xiuying said in a low voice

When Lu Bing heard it, he touched Xiuying's head with a heartache, and said softly: "Xiuying, when your dad is leaving, the last sentence is to let me take care of you. Uncle has no children yet, so he will let him in the future. Is it okay to be your father? Uncle will definitely take good care of you."

Xiuying shook her head, unwilling to do so. In her mind, no one can replace her father, the true hero in her heart.