When Liang Yanbei returned from his patrol, the atmosphere in the entire barracks was very gloomy. Everyone who met him along the way lowered their heads and did not dare to look at each other, acting cautiously.
He had a bad premonition welling up in his heart, and the first thing he thought of was Wen Chan.
He grabbed a person casually, and asked in a deep voice, "Did something happen to His Highness the Ninth Prince?"
The person who was pulled back trembled, and murmured, "The Ninth Prince has gone down to see General Qiao."
Liang Yanbei frowned upon hearing this, "I told him not to let him see Qiao Yanci."
"General, we really can't stop it." The man seemed terrified, and kept his voice lowered, "His Highness Ninth Prince clashed with General Qiao, and his head... was smashed..."
That's right, this is the real fatal thing. The whole barracks was depressed because of this all morning.
Everyone could clearly see what General Liang did for His Highness the Ninth Prince. He was fed water when he was thirsty, food when he was hungry, and even shared the same bed.
Some veterans still remember clearly that during the time when His Highness Ninth Prince entered the barracks, the originally kind General Liang seemed to be a different person, like a black-faced Hell, but whenever he heard something bad about His Highness Ninth Prince, he would deal with it on the spot.
He protected His Highness the Ninth Prince as if he was protecting the most noble thing, although His Highness Ninth's status was indeed honorable.
Sure enough, when Liang Yanbei heard this, his eyes were stained with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I've only been away for a morning, so you don't think well of him?"
Xiao Bing only felt that the rage was unbearable, and immediately knelt on the ground, "General, please forgive me! I know I was wrong!"
Liang Yanbei had no intention of pursuing the fault at this time. When he heard that Wen Chan's head was smashed, an inexplicable emotion spread in his heart, and he went on a rampage, making him furious.
So he quickened his pace and headed towards Wen Chan's room.
Two soldiers and a maidservant with herbs were guarding the door. When they saw Liang Yanbei, fear appeared on their faces at the same time. They hurried forward two steps and half-kneeled in front of Liang Yanbei, "General."
Liang Yanbei glanced at the closed door first, then looked at the herbs and gauze, took a deep breath, and said, "Why don't you go in?"
The maid asked why, "Your Highness doesn't allow us to go in, but His Highness's injury needs to be changed."
Liang Yanbei reached out to catch the herb, and said to the others, "You all step back first."
After listening to the order, Xiaobing retreated very quickly, while Liang Yanbei stepped forward and knocked on the door lightly.
There was no answer from inside, so he pushed the door open.
Wen Chan was sitting on the bed, his face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were lifeless, staring at one place in a daze.
His long hair was draped casually, and the gauze on his head oozes red blood.
Wen Chan didn't notice that Liang Yanbei came in, his mind was full of the vicious words Qiao Yanci just said.
He led troops to support him, but one step too late, Qiao Yanci fell into a situation where she would never be able to recover. When she was rescued, she was covered in blood, with a long and terrifying scar on her face, which ruined her beautiful face.
Wen Chan was terrified at the time, no matter how quickly he sent her to a doctor, it only saved her life.
The Qiao Yan Ci that was praised by everyone no longer exists.
Wen Chan also thought for a long time before deciding to see her, even though Liang Yanbei repeatedly told him not to go.
Qiao Yanci was lying weakly on the bed, half of her face was wrapped in gauze, and the exposed eye was red and swollen, full of bloodshot eyes. When she saw Wen Chan, a raging hatred burst out like knives. Poke him.
"You still have the face to see me?!" Qiao Yanci gritted her teeth and hated.
Wen Chan was silent.
"You." Qiao Yan sneered, like ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month, "Wen Chan, you longed for my death, didn't you? Ever since I entered the barracks, you have hated me and neglected me everywhere, and now you finally found a chance Now, are you satisfied with my appearance of neither human nor ghost? Are you happy?"
Qiao Yan's words pierced his heart hard, making him feel suffocated.
That's right, he admitted that he really hated Qiao Yanci very much, especially when she was acting coquettishly and laughing beside Liang Yanbei. He wished that she would immediately get out of the barracks and become the eldest lady of Qiao's family.
However, he had never thought of hurting Qiao Yanci. Even if he knew her purpose of entering the barracks, he was still fighting for the Wen family's royal family. No matter how disgusted he was, he would not do anything to her.
For this support, Wen Chan ran desperately with his soldiers, almost without stopping on the road. The water bottle he carried with him was never filled after drinking it, and it is still empty until now.
The purpose is to rush over before Qiao Yanci gets hurt.
It's a pity it's still too late.
Wen Chan couldn't say anything to explain, so he just lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
These words undoubtedly gave Qiao Yan a great stimulus. She waved her wounded hand, grabbed the teapot on the small table beside the bed, and threw it at Wen Chan heavily.
Wen Chan didn't dodge or dodge, he was hit on the forehead, his mind was stunned, and there was a huge pain, followed by heat streaming down from his head.
Qiao Yan's hysterical roar was in his ears.
"I hate you! Wen Chan! You are a narrow-minded waste, a contemptible coward! You should go to hell!"
Fear arose in his heart for no reason, not because Qiao Yan insulted him as a waste and a coward, but because of the vicious curse of going to hell.
Liang Yanbei gently put the things on the table.
It was the sound that brought Wen Chan back to his senses. He looked up and saw that the person was Liang Yanbei. His fragile emotions flashed by, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Liang Yanbei was angry at first, but when he saw someone, no matter how angry he was, he looked at the thorny red forehead and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Wen Chan didn't answer, but said, "I'm going to watch Qiao Yan's Ci."
Liang Yanbei did not speak, quietly waiting for his next words.
"She was so badly injured that she couldn't move on the bed, and half of her face was ruined." Wen Chan's voice didn't sound any ups and downs, but there was a tremor in it, "If... if I go faster..."
Liang Yanbei was so distressed when he saw it, he took two steps to sit next to Wen Chan, stretched out his arms to hug his fragile body, put it completely in his arms, and said softly, "It's not your fault."
"No one will blame you." Liang Yanbei rubbed his back, hoping to give him some comfort.
"But Qiao Yan said that she hates me." Wen Chan buried his face in his robe, and his voice came muffled.
Liang Yanbei knew that Qiao Yanci couldn't accept the current situation, and it was normal for her to have resentment, "Everyone who goes to war is engaged in a game of life and death, with their heads hanging on their swords."
"The coming of death is normal for us, Qiao Yanci is lucky to have saved her life."
It was true to say so, but Wen Chan couldn't convince himself that Qiao Yanci lost her sound body and beautiful face, which was more cruel than death.
"Why, I can't do anything well." Wen Chan's crying became more and more intense, "It would be great if the Wen family stayed as the second emperor brother or the prince, even the tenth brother is more useful than me."
Wen Chan regretted more than once, why he was so lazy and unwilling to study hard at the beginning, but now that the rebels are in power, he is useless, making so many people pin their hopes on himself, a waste.
Liang Yanbei felt the wetness in his chest, and felt uncomfortable in his heart. It took him a lot of effort to bring Wen Chan out of the nightmare of national ruin and family destruction. Now, the few words of Qiao Yanci made him into the abyss.
Wen Chan has a pair of very beautiful eyes, he seldom laughs loudly, but he always has a slight smile on weekdays, when Liang Yanbei looks at those eyes, he always likes them for no reason.
But since the accident in Xiliang, his eyes seem to have lost their color, and it is difficult to lighten up again.
He let go of his arms, and raised Wen Chan's face, his eyes were filled with tears and unspeakable sadness.
When Liang Yanbei saw it, he was sad and helpless, and hurriedly said, "You are very good, no worse than any of your brothers. If you were not the one who survived, I would never be General Liang again."
Wen Chan's eyes moved, as if he was thinking about what he said.
But the next moment, Liang Yanbei said quite clearly, "I am not loyal to the Wen family, but to you."
The stone touched the water, creating layers of waves, and Wen Chan's heart became calm because of his words, but also became turbulent.
With a slight blink of his eyes, the teardrops hanging in the eye sockets fell down.
Wen Chan seldom cried, after all, he was a man, but after the Zhong family's rebellion succeeded, he often couldn't hold back, not to mention that every time he cried, Liang Yanbei would softly comfort him, hold him in his arms, and let his head rest. Sticking to that steadily beating heart, Wen Chan seemed to be addicted.
What Wen Chan didn't know was that although he was handsome, he didn't have the delicate feeling of pear blossoms and rain when he cried, and a fragile expression would appear on his usually warm face. Liang Yanbei always wanted to hug him when he saw him, and ruthlessly in my arms.
After hearing Liang Yanbei's words, Wen Chan stopped crying and sucked his nose.
"Does your head hurt? I'll change your dressing." Liang Yanbei asked while taking out a brocade handkerchief to wipe off the tears on his face.
It is no exaggeration to say that Liang Yanbei, who marched and fought all day, carried a brocade handkerchief with him, which was prepared for Wen Chan.
Wen Chan nodded obediently.
Only then did Liang Yanbei smile, and he pinched his face. He wanted to tell him not to hit the sword like this again next time, but he was afraid of bringing up his bad memory, so he stretched out his hand without saying anything. Pick off his gauze.
The wound has been covered with a shallow blood scab, mixed with yellow-green herbs, which is as long as a fingernail, and the wound looks like it was cut by a sharp object.
"What did she smash it with?" Liang Yanbei's tone was a little heavy.
"Like a teapot." Wen Chan thought for a while and said, "It's broken into several pieces."
Liang Yanbei didn't speak any more, his hand became lighter, and he applied the medicine again.
After changing the gauze, he brought him food again. He didn't leave until Wen Chan was full and fell asleep exhausted.
Because of Qiao Yan's injury, Wen Chan couldn't sleep for several nights.
Liang Yanbei closed the door gently, and then went in the direction of Qiao Yanci.
Everyone in the barracks knew that General Qiao followed General Liang to fight. They were talented and beautiful, and they had long been a good story in the barracks, and even the beautiful stories of the two were spread among the people.
This morning, General Qiao smashed the head of His Highness the Ninth Prince, and everyone trembled.
After General Liang came back, he went straight to the Ninth Palace, changed the medicine himself, brought some food, and came out after noon.
That afternoon, General Liang entered General Qiao's house again, and he stayed there for a short time without making any noise.
No one knows what they said.
Later, the old ministers only knew about this, and were about to sentence General Qiao to death, but General Liang stopped her and sent her out of the barracks to find another safe place to recuperate.
However, General Qiao couldn't accept his crippled body and face, so he committed suicide in his room.
This is the end of a good story, leaving only people's sighs and sighs.
Wen Chan woke up from the dream, his forehead was covered with small beads of sweat, he raised his head and glanced out the window, the gray sky had already been stained with yellowish white.
Dawn breaks in the east, it's time to go to court.
He wiped off his sweat, sat on the bed, thought for a while, and figured out one thing.
He finally understood why Liang Yanbei was always able to pull him back from the edge of the abyss every time he was about to collapse.
Because Liang Yanbei told him every time, "Even if the whole world doesn't need you, but I need you, if it's not you, then it won't work."
When Wen Chan felt that he was needed, and it was the need conveyed by the person he loved the most, everything in this world had meaning.
Thinking about it, Wen Chan inadvertently brought up a smile, and called someone to wait for him to change his clothes.
It's great, I can see Liang Yanbei again this morning.