When Liang Yanbei came back from the patrol, the atmosphere in the entire barracks was very gloomy. Along the way, everyone who met him lowered their heads and did not dare to look face-to-face with him, acting cautiously.
He had a bad premonition in his heart, and the first thing he thought of was Wen Chan.
He grabbed a person randomly and asked in a deep voice, “Is something wrong with His Ninth Royal Highness?”
The person who was grabbed by him trembled and stammered, “His Ninth Royal Highness went to see General Qiao.”
Liang Yanbei frowned when he heard it, “I said he was not allowed to see Qiao Yanci.”
“General, we really couldn’t stop it.” The man seemed to be very scared and kept his voice down, “His Ninth Royal Highness had a conflict with General Qiao and his head…… His head was smashed……”
Yes, this was the real terrible thing. The whole barracks has been depressed all morning because of this.
Everyone saw clearly what General Liang did for the Ninth Royal Highness. He gave him water when he was thirsty, fed him when he was hungry, and even slept with him on the same bed.
Some veterans still remembered clearly that when the Ninth Royal Highness first entered the military camp, the originally good-natured General Liang seemed to have changed into a different person, like a black-faced devil. Whenever he heard any bad words about the Ninth Royal Highness, he would deal with them on the spot.
He protected His Ninth Royal Highness as if he were protecting the most noble thing, even though the Ninth Royal Highness’s status was indeed noble.
Sure enough, Liang Yanbei’s eyes were stained with anger when he heard it. And he gritted his teeth and said, “I’ve only been gone for a morning, and you all couldn’t take good care of him?”
The soldier just felt his anger to be unbearable, and he knelt on the ground immediately, “General, spare me! This humble servant knows that I was wrong!”
Liang Yanbei had no intention of looking into his fault at this time. When he heard that Wen Chan’s head was smashed, an inexplicable emotion spread in his heart, and went on a rampage, causing him to burn with anger.
So he sped up his pace and went in the direction of Wen Chan’s room.
There were two soldiers guarding and a maid holding medicinal herbs at the door. When they saw Liang Yanbei, looks of fear appeared on their faces at the same time. They hurriedly took two steps forward and half-knelt in front of Liang Yanbei, “General.”
Liang Yanbei first glanced at the closed door, then looked at the medicinal herbs and gauze. He then took a deep breath, suppressing the ups and downs in his tone, “Why aren’t you going in?”
The maidservant embarrassedly said, “His Highness doesn’t allow us to go in. But the medicine on His Highness’s injury needs to be changed.”
Liang Yanbei reached out to take the medicinal herbs and said to the people, “You all retreat first.”
The soldier listened to the order and retreated very quickly. While Liang Yanbei stepped forward and knocked on the door gently.
There was no response from inside, so he pushed the door open.
Wen Chan was sitting on the bed; his face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were dull, and he stared at one place in a daze.
His long hair was draped over his shoulders casually, and the gauze on his head oozed red blood.
Wen Chan didn’t notice Liang Yanbei coming in. His mind was full of Qiao Yan’s evil words just then.
He led the troops to provide assistance but was one step late, and Qiao Yanci was doomed forever. When she was rescued, she was covered in blood and had a long scar on her face that was hideous and terrible, ruining her beautiful face that was as refined as a precious jade.
Wen Chan was shocked at that time. Even if he sent her to get treatment as quickly as possible, he could only save her life.
Qiao Yanci, who was praised by everyone, no longer existed.
Wen Chan also thought for a long time before deciding to go see her, even though Liang Yanbei repeatedly told him not to go.
Qiao Yanci lay weakly on the bed; half of her face was wrapped in gauze, and the exposed eye was red and swollen, completely bloodshot. When she saw Wen Chan, her raging hatred burst out like a knife, and stabbed him.
“You still have the face to come see me?!” Qiao Yanci gritted her teeth and said hatefully.
Wen Chan was silent.
“You.” Qiao Yanci said, smiling angrily, like the ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month, “Wen Chan, you have long wanted me to die, right? Since I entered the camp, you have viewed me as an enemy and treated me coldly everywhere. Now you finally have your chance. Are you satisfied with my half-human appearance? Are you happy?”
Qiao Yan’s words pierced into his heart ruthlessly, causing him to feel suffocated.
Yes, he admitted that he did hate Qiao Yanci very much, especially when she acted coquettishly and giggled around Liang Yanbei. He wished she would immediately get out of the barracks and go back to being the Miss High and Mighty of the Qiao family.
However, he had never thought of hurting Qiao Yanci. Even if he knew the purpose of her march into the camp, he was fighting for the Wen clan anyway. No matter how much he despised her, he would not do anything to her.
To provide assistance to this scene, Wen Chan led the soldiers and went all out to rush back quickly, and they hardly stopped on the way. He never filled the canteen1
he carried with him after he finished drinking it, and it was still empty even then.
And all of it was to rush there before Qiao Yanci got injured.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Wen Chan couldn’t say anything to explain, so he had no alternative but to lower his eyes and say, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
This sentence undoubtedly gave Qiao Yanci great stimulus. She waved her hand with the wound that had not yet healed, grabbed the teapot on the small table beside the bed, and threw it heavily at Wen Chan.
Wen Chan didn’t dodge or avoid. And he was hit on the forehead. His mind was confused, and a huge pain came, followed by a hot stream flowing down from his head.
Qiao Yanci’s hysterical roars were in his ears.
“I hate you! Wen Chan! You narrow-minded waste! A despicable coward! You should go to hell!”
He felt fear for no reason in his heart, not because Qiao Yanci insulted him as a waste and a coward, but because of the vicious curse of ‘Go to hell’.
Liang Yanbei gently placed the things on the table.
The noise brought Wen Chan back to his senses. He looked up and saw that the person who came in was Liang Yanbei. A fragile emotion flashed by, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Liang Yanbei was angry. But when he saw the person, he lost all his anger. He looked at the red streak on his forehead and asked, “Does it still hurt?”
Wen Chan did not answer, but said, “I went to see Qiao Yanci.”
Liang Yanbei did not say anything, quietly waiting for his next words.
“She is seriously injured, and she is lying in bed, unable to move. Half of her face is destroyed.” Wen Chan’s voice did not sound to have any ups and downs, but it was mixed with trembling, “If…… If I was faster……”
Liang Yanbei was so distressed after seeing this that he walked to Wen Chan and sat down by him. He stretched out his hands to hug his fragile body, completely taking him into his arms, and said softly, “It’s not your fault.”
“No one will blame you.” Liang Yanbei stroked his back, hoping to give him some comfort.
“But Qiao Yanci said she hated me.” Wen Chan buried his face in his robe, and his voice came muffled.
Liang Yanbei knew that Qiao Yanci would not be able to accept her current state, and it was normal for her to have hatred, “Everyone who goes to war is playing a game of life and death, with their heads hanging on the sword.”
“The arrival of death is common to us. Qiao Yanci is already very lucky to have her life saved.”
That was true, but Wen Chan couldn’t convince himself. Qiao Yanci lost her healthy body and beautiful face, which was more cruel than death.
“Why? Why can’t I do anything well.” Wen Chan’s crying became heavier, “It would have been great if it was the second Imperial Brother who remained in the Royal Family of the Wen Clan and became the crown prince. Even the tenth younger brother would have been more useful than me.”
Wen Chan regretted more than once why he was so lazy and unwilling to study seriously before. Now that the rebels were in power, he was completely useless. So many people placed their hopes on this waste.
Liang Yanbei felt a dampness in his chest and felt uncomfortable in his heart. It took a lot of effort for him to bring Wen Chan out of the nightmare of the destruction of the country, and now a few words from Qiao Yanci threw him into the abyss again.
Wen Chan had a pair of very beautiful eyes. He rarely laughed, but he usually had a faint smile. When Liang Yanbei looked into those eyes, he always became fond of them for some reason.
But since the incident in Xi Liang, his eyes seemed to have lost their colour, and it was difficult for them to light up again.
He loosened his arms and lifted Wen Chan’s face. Sure enough, his eyes were full of tears that surged up violently and indescribable sadness.
When Liang Yanbei saw this, he felt sad and helpless, and he hurriedly said, “You are very good. No worse than any of your brothers. If it wasn’t you who survived, I would never have become General Liang.”
Wen Chan’s eyes moved as if he were thinking about what he said.
But the next moment, Liang Yanbei said very clearly, “I am not loyal to the Wen family but to you.”
A stone lightly touched the water, and waves upon waves were created. Because of his words, Wen Chan’s heart became calm, but it also became turbulent.
With a slight blink of his eyes, the tears that were hanging in his eyes fell down.
Wen Chan rarely cried; after all, he was a manly man. But after the Zhong family’s rebellion became successful, he often couldn’t hold it back. Not to mention that Liang Yanbei would comfort him softly every time he cried, holding him in his arms and letting his head touch the steadily beating heart, and Wen Chan seemed to have gotten addicted.
What Wen Chan didn’t know was that although he looked pretty, he didn’t have the delicate look of a pear blossom bathed in the rain when he cried. But his usually gentle face would show a fragile expression. Liang Yanbei always wanted to hug him when he saw this and hold him tightly in his arms.
After listening to Liang Yanbei’s words, Wen Chan stopped crying and sniffed.
“Does your head hurt? I’ll change the medicine for you.” Liang Yanbei asked while taking out a jinpa2brocade handkerchief to wipe the tears off his face.
It was no exaggeration to say that Liang Yanbei, who marched and fought all day, carried a jinpa with him, which was prepared for Wen Chan.
Wen Chan nodded very obediently.
Liang Yanbei smiled and pinched his face. He wanted to tell him not to bump into the sword like this next time. But he was afraid of it reminding him of his bad memory. So he didn’t say anything and reached out to take off his gauze.
The wound had already congealed to form a shallow blood scab, and mixed with the yellow-green herbs, it was thick enough to be a fingernail. The wound looked like it was cut by a sharp object.
“What did she hit you with?” Liang Yanbei’s tone was a little heavy.
“It seemed to be a teapot.” Wen Chan thought for a while and said, “It broke into several pieces.”
Liang Yanbei didn’t say anything else, and his hands were a little lighter, and he reapplied medicine for him.
After changing the gauze, he brought him food too. After Wen Chan was full and fell asleep tiredly, he left.
Wen Chan couldn’t sleep for several nights because of Qiao Yanci’s injury.
Liang Yanbei closed the door gently and then went to Qiao Yanci.
Everyone in the military camp knew that General Qiao followed General Liang to the war. They were a talented man and a beautiful woman pair3an ideal couple and their story captured the imagination and was spread far and wide. It had long been spread far and wide in the military camp. And the beautiful story of the two had already circulated among the masses.
That morning, General Qiao smashed the head of the Ninth Royal Highness, and everyone was trembling with fear.
After General Liang came back, he went straight to the Ninth Royal Highness, changed the medicine for him himself, and brought him his meal himself. He was busy all afternoon before coming out.
That afternoon, General Liang entered General Qiao’s room too. He stayed for a short time and did not make any noise.
No one knew what they said.
Later, the old ministers just got to know about this matter and were determined to sentence General Qiao to death. But General Liang stopped them and wanted to send her out of the barracks to find another safe place to recuperate.
But General Qiao could not accept her own disfigurement and committed suicide in her room.
A good story ended there, leaving only people’s sighs and lamentations.
Wen Chan woke up from his dream with beads of sweat on his forehead. He raised his head and looked out the window. The grey sky had been stained with a hint of yellow and white.
Dawn broke in the east, and it was time to go to the morning court.
He wiped his sweat and sat on the bed. He thought for a long time and figured out one thing.
He finally understood why Liang Yanbei could always 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 no one in the world needs you, I need you. If it’s not you, it won’t work.”
When Wen Chan felt that he was needed, furthermore, it was the need conveyed by the person he loved the most. And then everything in this world had meaning.
Thinking about it, Wen Chan smiled inadvertently and asked someone to help him change clothes.
It was great that he would be able to see Liang Yanbei again in the morning court that day.
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