Although Li Changtian held his breath, lying on the cold ground, feeling his body temperature being absorbed, he still panicked after all.
His body trembled slightly from the pain, and his consciousness became a little confused.
In a daze, Li Changtian seemed to see Yan Shu standing in front of a golden lacquer carved vermilion wood stage with his back to him.
The gongs and drums were beating, and the actors on the stage were singing a sad play.
"Why did you defect to the enemy, why did you betray me, why did you hurt my dearest relatives, why!"
"General."
The actor was crying, and his sleeves were crying.
"The misery is unspeakable, unspeakable."
Li Changtian stumbled and ran towards Yan Shu in a few steps. He wanted to explain, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't say anything.
Yan Shu probably heard footsteps, he turned around slowly and looked at the person coming.
Seeing that it was Li Changtian, he first showed a surprised expression, and then the emotion in his eyes slowly turned into anger.
He gritted his teeth, his tone sad and painful.
He said to Li Changtian coldly.
"roll."
Li Changtian woke up in fright, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
He barely raised his head, and found that he was still in the iron cage, his hands were bound by ropes, and a ball of rags was stuffed in his mouth.
Li Changtian didn't know how long he had been in a coma, he only vaguely felt that it was night.
At this moment, a person walked into the tent.
It is Changsun Bai.
He was dressed in black iron cold armor, and looked at Li Changtian in the iron cage coldly, as if looking at a rotten dead thing.
Chang Sun Bai made a gesture, and two soldiers stepped forward, opened the door of the iron cage, and dragged Li Changtian out.
Outside the camp, the soldiers held torches and lined up neatly. In front of the team, there was a temporary high platform.
On the high platform are solemn coffins, spirit plaques, tributes, and soul banners.
The paper and copper coins are all over the sky, and the sky is long, Qi Qi sighs silently.
Two soldiers dragged Li Changtian to the high platform. Changsun Bai stepped forward and stepped on Li Changtian's back, forcing him to curl up and kneel on the ground.
Li Changtian wanted to speak to defend himself, but his hands were bound and his mouth was stuffed with a rag, so he could barely make out an indistinguishable sob.
The torch is burning, and the wind is howling. I don't know whether it is lamenting the impermanence of the world, or lamenting the injustice.
Li Changtian knelt on the ground and heard Changsun Bai mourning Qin Jueming, and lamented the shame of a traitor in the army.
"If a villain doesn't die, it's hard to appease the anger of the three armies."
After Changsun Bai finished speaking, Li Changtian was roughly dragged up, onto the wooden frame, and tied his arms to the wooden frame in a kneeling position.
There are orders in the army.
If any general defected to the enemy and was captured alive, he would be whipped a hundred times with an iron whip in public, and then beheaded, as a warning to deter other soldiers.
The sky was gloomy, the ground was silent, no one stopped him, and Li Changtian didn't have a chance to explain. An iron whip fell hard on his arm, blood spattered, and bones could be faintly seen under the turned-up flesh.
There were thorns on the iron whip, a hook would tear the skin open, the pain was excruciating, the scream was blocked in the throat, Li Changtian was trembling all over, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He struggled to look up, trying to find Yan Shu in the crowd.
Li Changtian was not reconciled.
If he really had only one life to die here, wouldn't he be able to see Yan Shu for the last time
In front of Li Changtian, the executioner held up the iron whip in his hand, and the whip was slammed on Li Changtian heavily with cold air and blood.
The iron whip stopped, the barb cut open the skin, blood overflowed from the wound, and fell on the ground along the iron whip.
But Li Changtian didn't feel the pain from the iron whip falling on his body.
He looked up blankly, looking at the person standing in front of him.
Yan Shu held the iron whip with one hand, and stopped the whip from hitting Li Changtian.
He obviously looked like he was still in pain, his face and lips were pale, and his breathing was a little short, but his eyes were firm, without any wavering or hesitation.
"Master Yan?!"
Chang Sun Bai on the side shouted in surprise.
Didn't Yan Shu faint on the sickbed due to poisoning and serious injuries? How would it appear here.
Yan Shu didn't respond, he closed his eyes and let go of the iron whip, squatted down in front of Li Changtian, stretched out his left hand to take the rag from Li Changtian's mouth.
The palm of his right hand was dripping with blood from holding the barbed iron whip just now, it was horrible.
Li Changtian's eyes fell on Yan Shu's right hand, his eyes were red.
Suddenly, the injury on his body, no matter how painful it was, was like a torn heart.
It shouldn't be.
Li Changtian thought to himself.
Yan Shu didn't deserve to suffer like this, let alone suffer so many injuries because of himself.
The rag was removed from his mouth, when he was unable to speak before, Li Changtian thought a lot about his words, but now when it was time to make an excuse, he was so choked up that he could hardly speak.
"Yanshu..." Li Changtian looked at Yanshu with tears in his eyes, almost sobbing softly.
"I'm here, I'm listening." Yan Shu's voice was also very soft.
"At the beginning, Lord Qin knew that he was suffering from a stubborn illness. He was afraid that the morale of the army would be shaken after he fell ill. He also knew that a battle with Beidi needed a turning point and a strategy, so Lord Qin asked me to discuss..." Although Li Changtian had entered Although he was in a predicament and was seriously injured, he still spoke clearly and logically, "Master Qin hoped that I could take his head and pretend to surrender to Beidi. On the surface, he wooed Beidi, but in fact he cut his throat and killed himself in order to assassinate Beidi Khan. , I didn't hurt him."
Speaking of this, Li Changtian closed his eyes, firstly because he didn't dare to look at Yan Shu's expression, and secondly because he stubbornly didn't want to shed tears.
The moment Li Changtian agreed to Qin Jueming's participation in the scheme.
He thought about this fate.
Thousands of people cast aside, thousands of people criticize.
But at this moment, Li Changcai realized that being misunderstood was actually such a sad thing.
If the bright red heart can prove loyalty, Li Changtian would like to take it out of his body for everyone to look at, as long as it can prove that he is not lying.
At this moment, Li Changtian heard Yan Shu calling his name.
"Long days."
Li Changtian opened his eyes and looked, looking at those clear and indifferent pupils,
Yan Shu said.
"I believe you."
Li Changtian burst into tears.
Three words, stop him from turmoil, caress him scribbled, calm his embarrassment.
So far calm, no longer afraid of bad words, no longer afraid of misunderstanding.
I only know that I am open and frank, with a clear conscience in the world.
Li Changtian bit his lips tightly, sobbing, he didn't want to cry, but tears flowed like a fountain, and he couldn't stop it.
Yan Shu stretched out his hand, stroked Li Changtian's tears, and said, "I'll take you away."
He stretched out his hand to untie the restraints on Li Changtian's body, and carried Li Changtian on his back.
Only then did Li Changtian realize that Yan Shu's stabbed shoulder was still oozing blood, and the shoulder of his brocade clothes was stained red with blood.
Not only that, when Li Changtian lay on Yan Shu's back, he found that the temperature on Yan Shu's body was abnormally high.
Yan Shu has a fever.
He must have endured the pain and rushed over as soon as he woke up.
"Master Yan, please think twice! Stay!"
Several soldiers stepped forward, led by Changsun Bai, to block Yan Shu's retreat, "His words are unfounded, so don't believe them lightly!"
"Then what if it's as he said?" Yan Shu asked Chang Sun Bai.
"If it's what he said, Mr. Qin will definitely leave us a clue!" Changsun Bai said firmly.
"I will look for clues." Yan Shu said, "Now, let me take him away first."
"No!" Changsun Bai said decisively, "The truth is unknown, and he still bears the crime of killing Lord Qin on his shoulders. How can he be let off so easily in front of all the soldiers?"
Yan Shu's eyes turned cold.
While they were in a stalemate, a person suddenly came running from a distance.
"Wait all!!!"
Li Zhanfeng hurried over, he obviously got up from the sick bed just now, with a thick white cloth wrapped around his forehead.
"I have." Li Zhanfeng took out a handwritten note, "I have evidence to prove that Li Changtian is not a traitor, this is the handwritten letter left by Master Qin!"
It turned out that Qin Jueming had clearly arranged everything before his death.
He knew that Yan Shu and Changsun Bai couldn't let Yan Shu and Changsun Bai know about this matter, otherwise they would strongly oppose it.
So Qin Jueming kept silent about these two people, and didn't even show any emotion.
Qin Jueming asked Li Zhanfeng to find the secret passage in the mansion.
Qin Jueming told Li Zhanfeng when Beidi attacked and pretended to flee first, and then sneaked in through the secret passage.
However, Qin Jueming was worried that there would be Beidi's eyeliner in the army, so he didn't tell Li Zhanfeng explicitly that Li Changtian pretended to surrender, but left Li Zhanfeng with a handbook, asking him to open it after he won.
It's a pity that Li Zhanfeng fought fiercely with Beidi during the sneak attack. Unfortunately, he was injured and fell into a coma for a while, so he couldn't see the handwriting in time.
Although there is a misunderstanding, but fortunately it is not too late.
Li Changtian was finally able to clear his wrongdoing.
Just when Li Zhanfeng took the handwritten letter written by Qin Jueming and cleared Li Changtian's grievances in front of all the soldiers, Yan Shu suddenly tilted his body and fell to the ground.
He was still pushing himself too hard after all.
"Yanshu!!!"
Li Changtian's shouts were piercing.
That was the last voice Yan Shu heard before fainting.
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Yan Shu fell into a drowsy sleep for several days, his mind fluctuating in a daze. Although he was not fully awake, he could vaguely hear some people's conversations.
"I don't know how to get rid of Beidi's poisonousness. I'm afraid it's going to be the root cause of the disease."
"I have reported this matter to the capital, and when Lord Yan wakes up and can walk, I will send him back to the capital to recuperate."
"General Li, stop guarding like this. You haven't closed your eyes for days and nights. Go and have a rest."
"There are so many doctors in the capital who have rejuvenated their bodies, there must be someone who knows how to get rid of this poisonous root."
When Yan Shu woke up completely, he didn't know what night it was or where he was.
He tried his best to identify the surroundings, and found that he was lying in a military tent.
"Yan Shu, you finally woke up!" A joyful voice came.
Yan Shu turned his head to look, and saw a handsome and handsome man lying on the side of the bed, his eyes were bloodshot, he must have not had a good rest for many days.
For a moment, Yan Shu didn't recognize the person in front of him, he just felt a splitting headache, tinnitus and dizziness.
This feeling was very strange, and a voice in my heart told Yan Shu that this was a very important person.
But Yan Shu couldn't remember who he was.
But fortunately, the memory slowly returned to Yan Shu's mind, blowing away the fog.
"Changtian..." Yan Shu uttered these two words weakly.
Li Changtian's eyes were red, he grabbed Yan Shu's hand: "How do you feel? Does your body hurt?"
Yan Shu asked back, "Your injury...?"
"My injury has already begun to heal. Do you know how long you have been in a coma? Five days, a full five days." Li Changtian's voice was full of fear.
"It's okay." Yan Shu comforted softly, "It's okay..."
Li Changtian held Yan Shu's wrist and pulled his hand to his lips.
On the palm of Yan Shu's hand, there was a wound from holding the iron whip that day, but now the bleeding has stopped and scabs have formed, and the tragic situation at that time can be vaguely seen.
Li Changtian kissed Yan Shu's palm lightly, and smiled at him with red eyes.
"Well! It's all right."