That arrow was the one shot by Yin Zhili when Ji Heng took Jiang Li to leave. He originally wanted to aim at Jiang Li, because as long as Jiang Li was killed, Ji Heng would not want to live, but at about the last moment, he gave birth to a trace of reluctance, and he aimed his bow and arrow at Ji Heng.
The scene from Hongshan Temple 23 years ago is being repeated, the same lone army goes deep, and the same ambush on all sides. There is a difference. When Ji Minghan went, Yu Hongye was already dead, and when Ji Heng went, Jiang Li was still alive. Perhaps it was because his beloved was still alive that he could rely on his desire to protect her. Supported by a heart for so long.
Jiang Li didn't care about anything. She was thin and weak. At this moment, she was so anxious that she burst out with huge energy and dragged Ji Heng into the cave. She tied the horse to the rock in the cave again, and went looking for water and firewood in the dark, so she had to make a fire and boil water to bandage Ji Heng's wounds. She was not familiar with this jungle either, but she still had some experience in the woods of Tongxiang, but it was not easy to find dead branches in the snowy sky. Jiang Li had gone a long way to find some. She carried the firewood and kettle with water on her back, and ran back to the cave.
Fortunately, there was Huozhezi in Ji Heng's horse armor bag. Jiang Li found some powder from Ji Heng's body, which Situ Jiueyue had prepared for him before he left. Jiang Li took the Huozhezi to make a fire, and looked for a stone bowl to boil water. She took off her robe and laid it on the ground, letting Ji Heng lie on it. Ji Heng closed his eyes tightly and looked unconscious, and Jiang Li's tears flowed in an instant.
She used to think that Ji Heng, like this person, probably had nothing to stump him, because he was too strong, and it naturally made people feel an illusion that he would not be hurt, he would not bleed, and he would not be stunned. . But in fact, Ji Heng is just an ordinary person. He is about the same age as Yin Zhili. When he is injured, he is also very vulnerable and may leave forever.
Jiang Li trembling hands, tried to calm herself down. She could only wash Ji Heng's sword according to the appearance of the doctors she had seen before, took off his armor, and used the sword to cut through the clothes that were glued to flesh and blood, and saw the numerous scars on his body.
He ran in the rain of arrows today, blocking the rain of arrows with a shield, but some of them were injured, as well as cuts, sword wounds, and cut all over his body. His skin is actually very fair, and his figure is very beautiful, as if he is full of strength. Leopard, but at this moment, these scars and blood are like cracks on a porcelain white vase, which makes people want to cry when they look at it.
Jiang Li wants to pull out this arrow.
She held the hilt of the arrow.
For a moment, what Wen Renyao said in the past suddenly appeared. He said that he used to divination for Ji Heng when he was fourteen years old, and the hexagram said that now ten years later, Ji Heng will eventually be plagued by women's misfortune, corpses in the wilderness, and eagle dogs pecking at him. Looking at it now, she is indeed Ji Heng's disaster. If it weren't to save her, Ji Heng didn't have to go deep into the danger, let alone get scars all over his body and endanger his life.
She drew the arrow.
The body under his hand trembled violently, as if he could hear Ji Heng's painful grunt. Jiang Li quickly turned his head to look at Ji Heng's expression. He frowned and seemed very uncomfortable. Jiang Li whispered to him, but he did not move or answer.
Jiang Li held back his tears, soaked the torn skirt with hot water, and cleaned his wound little by little. Those medicinal powder came in handy at this time, and it was at this time that Jiang Li discovered that Ji Heng still had many old wounds on his body. It's not an arrow wound, it looks like a lot of thoughts have passed, new wounds and old wounds, full of scars, and it looks terrible.
He has walked on the edge of life and death many times, just looking at the shocking wounds, and also imagined how dangerous and tiring his past was. Being able to live till now is indeed a hard life, but behind the hard life, what ordinary people can't think of is paying. He is only twenty-four years old now, so how many years ago did he get used to this life of licking blood from the blade, twenty years old? Fourteen? Even earlier
Jiang Li couldn't think about it any longer, her heart seemed to be stuck in a ball of cotton, she couldn't breathe. The tears in her eyes fell on the ground bit by bit, and no one saw it. In her mind, she remembered that the day was outside the tent, in the wind and snow, on the plain, watching the red dress rushing towards her. . He was originally a person who pays attention to appearance, he likes to do everything unhurriedly, elegant and good-looking, but now it is just a mere visit to see her, which makes him rush and not tolerate a moment.
How can He De? Jiang Li thought sadly that she didn't pay much for Ji Heng. Her power was so slim that in these tit-for-tat, she became a drag on his existence, but Ji Heng gave his most precious thing, he Sincere.
Jiang Li thought, in her life, she was afraid that she would no longer tolerate others in her eyes, and she would never fall in love with others. Sometimes, a moment is eternal, no matter what happens in the future, everything today, she will never forget.
She carefully wiped Ji Heng's wounds, and carefully bandaged every wound of Ji Heng. At this time, there was still no news of Wen Ji. Afraid that the firewood would burn out at night, Jiang Li went out again when he met a wild beast, took the fire book to find some firewood, and made a few more traps to see if he might catch one or two hares alone. Ji Heng is now seriously injured. If Wenji never comes, Ji Heng wakes up to eat, otherwise his body is weak and his body will only get better and slower.
At this moment, she showed all her former bravery and strength again, knowing that nothing can be done by just sitting beside Ji Heng and crying. Should try to redeem what can be redeemed. She and Xue Zhao used to trap prey in the jungle. After many years, it is not difficult to do it again.
She ran back and forth many times in a row, and did not dare to go too far. Seeing that the firewood in the cave had been picked up enough for a whole night, she even really caught a gray-haired hare. She was overjoyed and used Ji Heng’s Baojian cooked the hare clean, covered it with snow, and only waited for Ji Heng to wake up and roast it for him.
After she had done everything, she wanted to do more, as if she would feel at ease if she did more. Until there was really nothing to do, she put all her clothes on Ji Heng. She wore a single coat and hugged Ji Heng and kept guarding him. The fire was burning quietly next to him, and Jiang Li suddenly had an illusion, as if such a peaceful day had passed his whole life. Even if she didn't have anything, she didn't need to have anything to eat, as long as she was accompanied by this person, she would have nothing else to ask for in this life.
She kept holding Ji Heng in this way. I don’t know how long it took. The fire in the cave gradually became smaller. She got up and added some firewood. At this point, Ji Heng moved, and she was busy. Before, I ran to Ji Heng and called his name nervously: "Ji Heng!"
Ji Heng's eyes opened. He seemed to want to move his body, but his whole body was hurt. With such a move, his brows wrinkled. Jiang Li said, "Don't move, I'll give you water if you want to drink." She went to get a kettle filled with hot water, sat on the ground, put Ji Heng's head on her legs, and fed him a little bit.
His lips were moisturized by the water, and they became bloody again, and he only asked, "Where is this?"
"We came into the jungle, and I don’t know where it is. You fainted, so I took you to the cave. You ran out of medicine, and the wound was bandaged. Are you hungry? , I hunted a rabbit, roast it for you." She babbled.
Jiang Li is not a talkative person, but now he keeps talking, as if this can dispel some of the fear in his heart. Ji Heng smiled, held her hand, and said, "Good job, little girl."
Jiang Li's tears fell in an instant.
Her tears were so hot that she almost burned the tips of people’s hearts. Ji Heng said, "Don’t cry, I used to see you, I rarely shed tears, I like laughing the most, but now I don’t like laughing, I like crying noses. See you, my dad. , I'm going to blame you for making you cry."
When he first saw Jiang Li, Jiang Li always smiled, the kind of calm and gentle smile that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. Even if it is a smile, it makes people feel that there is something hidden in her heart. At that time, he desperately wanted to see her gaffe, panic or fear, and peeled off her mask. Now that she had nothing to hide in front of her, showing her most vulnerable side, he couldn't bear to feel bad, and would rather she never be sad.
He stretched out his hand, gently wiped away Jiang Li's tears, and said, "Don't cry, Ari."
"You...you shouldn't do this," Jiang Li choked up, "No matter when, your own life is the most important thing."
"You are the most important thing." He replied softly.
Jiang Li shook his head: "Young Master Wenren gave you a divination back then. Since I learned about it, I have always been afraid that I will kill you. Ji Heng, if I kill you, I won't be happy in my life. There's no point."
"Stupid girl," he touched her head and laughed. Jiang Li had never seen him smile so peacefully. As if relieved, he had removed a lot of things, and he said: "How could you kill me? It's you saved me."
Jiang Li frowned.
"Last time I was upset, you sang a song to me, this time you cried, I will sing for you, okay?" He is like a man coaxing his beloved little girl, very spoiled and gentle , Give and take.
Jiang Li looked at him, before he had time to speak, he slept on Jiang Li's leg and slowly and slowly began to sing.
"Suddenly, I was completely ignorant of my previous feelings, and I drenched my clothes with tears through the pains and pains."
His voice was soft and sounded in the cave. Unlike the actors on the stage, he was not very excited. On the contrary, he spoke softly and whispered, as if he was telling a story. It's like the person who watched the play finally entered the play the deepest. Joys and sorrows are scattered in the night.
Jiang Li wanted to see what Ji Heng looked like, but he closed his eyes and could no longer see his heart. The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and there were memories in his voice. Deep in the mountains and forests, like a monster who tempted visitors into the abyss with singing, the song was full of wind and moon.
"I only say that my life is destined to be wealthy and wealthy, and who knows how many times my life is. I think I used to act coquettishly back then, even if I don't believe in the future."
Jiang Li's eyes were solemn. Why did this play sound so familiar, as if I had heard of it somewhere. In my memory, there seems to be someone who once sang. It was a clear and smiling female voice. On a certain spring breeze night, by the wall, in the courtyard, on the swing, the female voice and Ji Heng's voice gradually overlapped.
"This is also a lesson from God: He taught me to take away my hatred, to avoid anger, to rehabilitate, to change my feelings, to fall in love, to turn around in bitter seas, to realize Lan Yin early."
Jiang Li's lips gradually wriggled, her voice and Ji Heng's voice merged together, tenderly and sadly.
"He taught me to accept the lingering hatred, to avoid the anger, to renew, to modify the emotions, to lose love, to turn back in the bitter sea, to realize Lan Yin early." The words of "Suo Lin Po" were sour and self-deprecating, chewing in his mouth, It seems that the bitterness of the character can also be thought of. Ji Heng was resting her legs with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep. And a deep-memory night, that night with red, willow and green flowers in the city, and a moonlit and spring breeze night, was like a dusty painting, suddenly stripped of dust, and slowly unfolded in front of Jiang Li.
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In spring, the flowers are red and the willows are green, and even the night breeze brushes from people's faces with the gentleness of the night, and it is romantic and frivolous. The night at the Guogong’s Mansion was cold and cold, and there was no voice in the courtyard. In the secret room, the person lying on the couch had pale faces and closed eyes. An originally handsome face has now become skinny because of thinness. The facial features are sunken, very terrible.
Situ Jiuyue stood by the bed and whispered: "Sorry, I can't save him, the refined poison... is useless."
Hearing this, the old General Ji on one side staggered and almost fell. Situ Jiuyue helped him so that he did not fall to the ground like this. He pointed to the man on the ground, his eyes clearly full of grief. But he still managed to squeeze a smile and said, "This... That's good, for Ming Han, he is finally relieved. Ah Heng," he patted the young man standing beside him, and said, "Don't be sad. this is not your fault."
Lying on the collapsed was General Jin Wu Ji Junhan. Since Wenji's father brought Ji Junhan back with his death more than 20 years ago, General Ji has been looking for a magical doctor to detoxify. Later, Ji Heng rescued Princess Molan from Molan. Poison Ji Situ Jiuyue collected the strange poisons in the world. Situ Jiuyue used poison to fight against the poison and restrained the spread of the poison, but it was the last moment.
Ji Heng's choice was to fight hard, but it was a pity that God did not favor Ji's family, and the poison Situ worked hard to develop in September could not save Ji Minghan, so Ji Minghan died. From the time Ji Heng was born to the present, from the time Ji Heng saw him, he was such a dying look. Now he is indeed relieved, but he was dead and couldn’t open his eyes to look at his son, and he couldn’t get along with him. Ji Heng said the last sentence.
Just left unfeelingly.
The young man in red was standing in front of the cave. He lowered his head and saw his beautiful silhouette, but he couldn't see the light in his eyes. He has been here for many years. He has never been a little kid, and has gradually grown into a handsome and handsome boy, and then to the present gorgeous young man. He grows up day by day and grows taller day by day, but the fallen Ji Ming Han has never opened his eyes to look at him. The young Jiheng once felt wronged about this, thinking that it was because of what he did not do well that his father was reluctant to open his eyes and take a look at him. But when he grows up, he personally drifts away in the darkness and knows the terrible and ugly truth. He no longer hopes in vain. Instead, he personally plunges into hell and trades with the devil in exchange for the government. The first line of life.
This ray of life has now been extinguished by him himself. Old General Ji was worried that Ji Heng would feel guilty once and for all, even though he was heartbroken in his heart, he still wanted to force a smile.
Ji Heng raised his head, his face, in such a bleak atmosphere, even showed a kind of sadness. However, he just hooked up the corners of his mouth, his expression was flat, and his tone was not turbulent, so he used his usual tone when watching theaters, the tone that didn't empathize, and forgot after seeing it: "Then follow him as he hopes. Scatter the ashes in your mother's tomb."
When Ji Donghan was taken away by Wen Ji’s father, he was still conscious, and the last word he asked his men was that if he died, he would burn his bones to ashes and be buried with Yu Hongye. Don't be known by anyone. Ji Minghan himself understood that his opponents were the Queen Mother and Yin Zhan, but now in the Guogong Mansion, there are only his youngest son and old father. If the queen mother wants to kill her, she may not even let this pair of grandparents pass. Without complete preparation, you can't act rashly, you can only pretend to be stupid.
The matter of pretending to be stupid was originally made by General Ji himself. In the case of Yu Hongye, he pretended to be stupid, but his son became like this. Later, he pretended to be stupid, but Old General Ji had to do this. He wanted to hide Ji Heng from the beginning. He wanted to wait for Ji Heng to tell him when he was older. Heng became impermanent, even his grandfather sometimes didn't know what he was thinking. Until the young Ji Heng brought Situ Jiuyue back from Molan, and in the study, he asked General Ji if he knew who killed Yu Hongye and Ji Donghan back then. At that moment, General Ji understood. This grandson had already grown up at a rapid rate without knowing it. He had already found out the truth by himself, and he was ready to take revenge.
Old General Ji could no longer control Ji Heng's decision. He didn't even know what Ji Heng wanted to do. Ji Heng refused to talk to him for a long time. As long as General Ji asked, he would just go over it with a smile, absent-mindedly. The gardeners in the house can see it.
But tonight's Ji Heng, General Ji felt that although he was smiling on the surface, he was crying in his heart. Although he laughed at Yan Yan, as if he didn’t care about anything, General Ji Wu thought of the young Ji Heng, who was crying and shaking Ji Donghan, and cried out aggrievedly why his father didn’t get up and take a look. The appearance of himself.
After many years, the young Ji Heng and the one in front of him overlapped again, and the old General Ji was also in a trance for an instant.
Ji Heng didn't look at the people on the ground anymore. He turned around and walked out. Old General Ji stopped him and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go for a walk."
Old General Ji still wants to speak, Situ Jiuyue pulled Old General La Ji's sleeve, shook his head at him, and whispered, "Let him stay alone for a while."
When General Ji looked at the door again, Ji Heng had already left.
Today is the Spring Festival, and in the evening, the temple fair becomes more and more lively. Densely floating on the lake in the city are lanterns, and the ladies and wives wear carefully selected clothes and set light boats by the lake. On the street, cheers erupted from the juggling crowd from time to time. There were also clay figurines and sugar blowers. The children held the hands of their parents. There were too many gadgets in their hands. The talents of poetry are in an endless stream, showing their skills, and there is a good scene everywhere.
Ji Heng walked slowly along the lake. He is holding a gorgeous gold silk folding fan, and his red robe hits the ground. His appearance can be called an inverted sentient being. Walking here, everyone couldn't help but cast their gazes at him, loving and fearful, only for the moment the moody Su Guo Gong was furious and slaughtered. Only the young lady who went out for the first time dared to stare at Ji Heng boldly, but was lost at this rare beauty in this world, and bowed her head in shame.
In the boat in the lake, the sound of singing and dancing was faintly heard, and there was a stage not far away. Some people were singing on the stage, and the audience was all over the bottom. He didn’t know what to sing, he just Walking casually in this bustling and bustling, he is more bustling than the bustling here, but he is incompatible with the bustle, like a demon transformed into a beauty walking on the market in the world, the world is soft and red. It's disdain to read it.
There was a smile at the corner of Ji Heng's mouth, and there were countless frivolous winds in his amber eyes, but in his heart, in the warm spring days, it was chilling to ice.
His father died. If he hadn't let Situ Jiuyue try to rescue Ji Minghan, Ji Minghan could live an extra year. In this year, there might be other opportunities for life. Because he chose to try, Ji Minghan had to take the risk, so Ji Minghan died. He died in the lively night of this spring, and he didn't shed a single tear.
Perhaps he was really heartless, ruthless and ruthless, so he was indifferent to his father's death. But Ji Heng felt that a huge crack had been opened in his heart, and the violent wind poured in from the outside, making him empty.
The Guogong Mansion is full of flowers and power, but as far as he can remember, it has been deserted like a magnificent tomb. He grew up here, he didn't seem to be particularly naive, when he was precocious and terrible. Thinking about it now, he seemed to be preparing for revenge a long time ago.
The object of his revenge is the queen from above, who is now the queen mother. One is the county prince who is far in the clouds. The opponent's soldiers are powerful and fierce, but what does he have? There is only an empty Guogong Mansion, and the Jinwu Army that does not obey his orders.
Starting from scratch is a long process. During this long process, Ji Heng didn't have a trace of expectation. Revenge is not the same as other desires. Some people want to be an official and they study desperately and intend to get the first place in one fell swoop. Some want to get rich and do business with people. They are hardworking and willing to use their brains. Some want to marry into a high school, and some are willing to wander around. All over the world. Everyone has everybody’s wish. After they work hard, they will realize their wish, and they will get what they want.
But what can he get
He knew from the beginning that this revenge was nothing but a life debt owed many years ago. Even debts cannot be collected by ordinary means. What kind of axioms and justice are just a passing moment. Where is there such a thing in the world? It would be better for him to find a way in the darkness. And when he reached the end of the road, he won't get anything. Ji Donghan and Yu Hongye won't come back to life, and the time he passed, which should have been carefree and carefree like the sons of Guimen, won't return.
There is still darkness at the end of the darkness, and he can never seem to find what light he should chase after. When Ji Minghan was alive, Ji Heng had a glimmer of innocent hope. Maybe one day Ji Minghan can wake up. He looked at himself and proudly praised that his son has grown so tall and so strong.
But the ending was nothing. God seemed to punish him for not having such a naive thought, so even this naive thought was cut off. He was completely plunged into the darkness, unable to come out again.
That's all, there is nothing wrong with it. Simply being alive is a journey in a sea of suffering, sooner or later, sooner or later.
He raised his head and his smile became more moving.
Following the excitement and the cheers of the crowd, he walked slowly over. Gradually, the lights were thrown behind him, the bustling was also thrown behind him, and he gradually walked into the street. It was like a place where poor people lived. There was no one walking around in the alley at night. He walked slowly, blending with the night, and walking into the darkness.
There was a breeze in the distance, and the wind was intoxicating in the spring night. Ji Heng raised his head and looked at the sky. The stars in the sky were shining, with a gentle gaze. He leaned against the wall and sat down slowly and slowly.
He is really tired.
Just keep walking, keep walking, don't know when it will come to an end. In the past few years, Ji Heng never had the idea of not being able to survive. He is young, cunning, insidious, cruel, extremely versatile, and nothing impossible. He is not afraid to sacrifice and use anyone and anything, as long as he can achieve his own goals.
But this determination suddenly collapsed tonight, and Ji Donghan's death made his heart really tired. He wasn't afraid, he was just at a loss. He didn't know how long this kind of day would take, and he didn't know whether everything he did was meaningful. Yu Hongye has been dead for many years, and Ji Minghan has also died. Neither of them can see what he did. What can he do with his enemies
He was so desperate that he wanted to die.
At this moment, across the wall from him, the voice of a woman rang out, and someone said, "Madam, they have all gone out. Are you not sad to stay in the house alone?"
Immediately afterwards, he heard a clear voice, with a smile: "What can be sad about it."