Ben Hou is ill

Ji Jun could only see a blur in front of his eyes, as if he was in a fire or fog.

There was the scrambling of hooves, footsteps, women's cries of pain, and finally - the cry of a baby.

"Xuan'er."

Someone is talking.

Who?

"Xuan'er, come here."

are you calling me?

Or who?

who are you?

"You take your younger sister to find your father, Auntie can't leave..."

In front of her eyes was a scarlet, frail woman, and a newborn, extremely fragile baby.

Auntie?

younger sister?

"Chen Xuan, live with your sister."

Ji Jun, or Chen Xuan?

The little boy was holding a newborn baby, and stood outside at a loss. He had just lost his mother and could not find his father, and he was still carrying a heavy burden.

"Son, where's your family?" A kind-hearted old man stopped in front of him.

The young man looked at the old man and murmured, "My mother is dead..."

The old man sighed and said, "Then do you have anywhere else to go?"

The young man shook his head.

The old man hesitated for a while and asked, "My family's circumstances may not be as good as yours, but at least I can give you a bite to eat."

An old woman ran over not far away and shouted, "When are you still here to show kindness? Hurry up! The Huns are about to enter the city!"

"It's not easy for this kid, kid, would you like to go to Guanzhong with us? The Northland is already in chaos, and you won't be able to survive if you stay here. Even if you don't follow us, you can at least earn a living in Guanzhong."

The boy didn't know how to make a decision before, so he was surprised when he heard this.

It is impossible to survive.

But if he didn't stay, where would he go to find his father?

The young man hesitated and hesitated. Seeing that the expression on the old woman's face had changed from worry to impatience, he gritted his teeth and knelt down in front of the old man.

"You don't have to worry about me, but please, please take in my sister...give her a bite to eat, and let her grow up...please...girls are easy to raise..."

The old man let out a long sigh, and said, "You child...it's really hard for you, does your sister have a name?"

"Her name is Chen Qing, my name is Chen Xuan..."

Ji Jun suddenly woke up from the darkness.

His name is Chen Xuan.

He was sweating all over because of the dream, couldn't help panting, and soon felt unbearable pain in his chest, chest and back pain.

"Aha……"

"Ji Jun!" Ji Zheng was lying beside his bed, and was startled awake by the sound of him waking up.

Ji Jun took a few breaths, his face twisted slightly due to the pain, the corner of his mouth twitched and said: "I thought I was dead..."

"It's almost as good as death. You've been lying in bed for six days, and you're skinny." Ji Zheng smiled, but it was ugly.

Ji Jun raised his hand and touched the place where the arrow was shot on his chest. Through the thick bandage, he felt a very hard feeling, like a sharp weapon.

Ji Zheng watched his movements, and said: "There is no doctor here, the arrow wound is the key point, the shaft of the arrow has been cut short, but the arrow... can't be helped."

Ji Jun didn't speak, his brain was still immersed in that dream.

No, that is not a dream.

That was something he had forgotten about.

His original name was Chen Xuan, his father's name was Chen Tong, and he was the guard of Juncheng. He had a younger sister named Chen Qing, who was entrusted to a family by him.He originally wanted to take refuge in the cellar and wait for the Huns to go out before going out, but he slipped and fell off the ladder. He fell down and forgot what happened before, and was dying of hunger. Later, he was discovered by Ji Xia and followed Ji Xia Went to Chang'an.

"Ji Zheng, I'll tell you a place, you go, you find something." Ji Jun told Ji Zheng the place where he buried his longevity lock. He buried many things, but now he only remembers this There is only one place, and only this place is the most impressive. "It's a longevity lock, yes, it's mine."

Ji Zheng dragged his injured leg and carried the shovel all afternoon before bringing back the longevity lock.

Probably because the Longevity Lock was not pure gold, it was covered with orange-red rust, and engraved with an indistinct word Chen.

"Your last name was Chen?"

"Yes, my surname used to be Chen." Ji Jun also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this thing, and he was content to remember it before he died. "This, I leave it for you to think about it."

Ji Zheng knew that the arrowhead could not be dug out, leaving it on Ji Jun's chest would only cause the wound to fester and ooze pus, but if he dug it out by force, Ji Jun would die faster.Ji Jun himself knew this, so he wanted to speak as if to explain the funeral.He felt something stuck in his chest, and he didn't know how to persuade him. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

"Yeah. I'll remember."

"What about the other people?"

"The damned ones are all dead, and the ones that didn't die have all gone back. We are the only two left to recuperate here. When you recover, we will go back."

Ji Jun laughed.

His wounds were gradually rotting, and there was a strong smell of water flowing out. He started to have a high fever, his forehead was burning hot, and he was unconscious.

Ji Zheng was powerless, he could only watch Ji Jun go to death day by day.

"Ji Zheng, let me tell you, I'm sorry Junhou...I killed, I killed the second son..."

On the verge of death, Ji Jun wept and tugged on Ji Zheng's sleeve.

How did it happen?

According to Yan Zhaoge's order, he went back to the city to look for Yan Ningsheng, but he couldn't find it after searching around the place where he was lost, and he was embarrassed to avoid the soldiers searching everywhere, and finally had to hide in a hidden corner. There was a faint panting sound, like the final struggle of a dying person.

"Sorry, I'm leaving right now, I'm just looking for..."

"Brother Ji Jun..."

It was Yan Ningsheng's voice.

Ji Jun stayed where he was, and walked over with weak footsteps. Yan Ningsheng curled up and nestled in the corner, with a pained expression and blood all over his body.

"Second Young Master!" He helped Yan Ningsheng up, only to find that the source of the blood was Yan Ningsheng's body.

There was blood all over his pants.

Yan Ningsheng can't do anything to force a woman from a good family. He hasn't even held his daughter's hand. Naturally, it is impossible for him to be kicked off his descendants because of indecent assault.Then, then, then... Ji Jun knelt down on one knee, his throat was choked, and he murmured: "Second Young Master, Junhou asked me to pick you up."

"Go home...Brother Ji Jun, can I still go home..." Tears were lying in the corners of his eyes, and he was supported by Ji Jun before he stood up, but with every step he took, there was a heart-pounding pain under his body.

"Yes, Junhou asked me to take you back, we can go back."

Ji Jun carried him on his back, and when he held him up, he felt a viscous liquid in his hand, and the liquid was still flowing down Yan Ningsheng's body, staining Ji Jun all over.

Yan Ningsheng curled up on his back, trembling because of Ji Jun's touch.

"Brother Ji Jun... Take me home... I miss my aunt..."

Ji Jun walked forward in silence, taking every step steadily.

"Brother Ji Jun...don't take me with you, you go to the Northland, I'm a drag..."

"you are not."

"Brother Ji Jun..."

"I said you are not!" Ji Jun walked out with a choked throat, he murmured: "I have no father or mother, you are all my brothers, Ji Xia is my sister, I have lived in Jihou's mansion for more than ten years , I treat you as younger brothers, I can't...I can't...I can't leave you here, we have to go to the North."

"But I don't want to go, you can take me home...Brother...I want to go home..."

Ji Jun was directly crushed by his elder brother, he stopped walking, tears streaming down his face.

"Brother..." Yan Ningsheng lay on his back, warm tears fell one by one, "Brother..."

"...I'll take you home, let's go home."

Gritting his teeth, Ji Jun turned around and walked in the direction of Jihou Mansion.

There were many people along the way, fleeing civilians, search soldiers, and violent rioters, but they all made way for these two.

Because no one would stop a person with red eyes, a ferocious expression, and a bloody corpse on his back.

Most of Jihou's mansion has been burnt down, the courtyard wall was burnt pitch black outside, and the ruined walls exuded a scorched smell inside.

Ji Jun knocked open the hot door with his head, walked in cautiously, passed through the outer courtyard, passed through the second gate, and finally stood in Yan Ningsheng's courtyard, probably because this is the innermost and the house is still burning , The blazing flames and the crackling sound of burning are intertwined, making people feel hot and cold.

"We're back."

"Mother, I'm back..." he murmured.

Ji Jun carried him in, looked left and right, and finally placed him in an open space.

"Brother Ji Jun, my elder brother... you should look at him more... you can't... you can't let him carry everything..."

Ji Jun nodded repeatedly.

"I'll just lie here, Brother Ji Jun, hurry up...or you won't be able to catch up..."

Ji Jun knew that he had a death wish in his heart, and he couldn't stop him, and now Yan Ningsheng was indeed a burden, even if he was forcibly taken away, he would be left behind halfway, and judging by the amount of bleeding, his intestines might have burst out The problem is that it is impossible to go on the road with them.

"Hurry up and tell my elder brother that you didn't find me..."

Ji Jun knelt down, kowtowed to him, and then left without looking back.

Yan Ningsheng watched his figure disappear into his eyes, he slowly propped up his body, and slowly crawled towards the flame.

"Auntie, Auntie..."

His figure was gradually engulfed by the fire.

Ji Jun had a ferocious expression, his face was full of tears, and there was an extremely suppressed cry from his throat.

"what--"

Ji Zheng watched helplessly as his skinny arm strained until his veins bulged, and then slowly lost all his strength.

Ji Jun is dead.

……

When Ji Zheng returned, the first snow had fallen in the north, and the Xiongnu retreated.

He dragged Ji Jun's rotten and disfigured corpse, staggering all the way, relying on snow water to satisfy his hunger, and finally walked back before starving to death.

The atmosphere in the city is not stable, but even more tense than during the war. Ji Zheng has no time to think about the reason. He only has one thought in his mind, to bring Ji Jun back. They are from the Jihou Mansion. They are the same as Jihou. A family, they want to go home, even if they die.

Ji Xia, who wrapped her cheeks under the mask, welcomed them in.

"A lot of children have been lost in the city, and the prince is still resting. Let Ji Jun settle down first."

Settlement here obviously refers to burial.

Ji Zheng nodded.

Yan Zhaoge, who Ji Xia said was resting, soon came to see him. Ji Zheng and Ji Jun had been missing for several months, and there was no news of the village they were in. When cleaning the battlefield, only a few bodies were found, and what Many people have been beyond recognition, beyond recognition.

"Junhou." Ji Zheng stood up on tiptoe.

Yan Zhaoge noticed his leg, Ji Zheng smiled, and said, "It's broken, and I didn't get it back. Fortunately, I got my life back."

Yan Zhaoge nodded silently, and said, "It's good to come back, one by one."

Her face was extremely haggard, her eyes were red, and her gaze was like a beast that wanted to devour people.

Ji Zheng didn't know why.

After Yan Zhaoge left, he only heard about it from other people.

Yan Ning lost more.

Yan Zhaoge almost collapsed. His father was killed, his mother committed suicide, and lost a younger brother. He died in battle as if he were a real brother, and then lost another younger brother.She kept losing, but never got what she deserved in return.She is like a tight string, no one knows if she has reached the limit and is about to break, or maybe she can still hold on for a while.

Ji Zheng went to look for Ji Xia, hoping that Ji Xia could find a way, but Ji Xia was powerless.

In this situation, Yan Zhaoge can only rely on himself, and no one else can help.

Ji Zheng's eyes fell on Ji Xia's face.Ji Xia was originally very good-looking, but the inner courtyard of Jihou Mansion was flooded before, and Ji Xia desperately carried Yan Ningyue out of the inner courtyard, so his face was burned and his throat was also smoked.The princess of Linyuan escaped by chance because she was not at home that day, but the mothers of Yan Ningsheng and Yan Ningkang died in the fire.

No one knows what happened to the fire.

Ji Zheng really wanted to ask Ji Xia, if he had known that Yan Ning would get lost, would you have regretted trying his best to save him?

He didn't ask after all.

Yan Zhaoge gradually became irritable and irritable. Her nerves were extremely sensitive, and even the slightest disturbance would disturb her emotions. She had to go to see Yan Ningkang every day, how she ate, slept, and studied, and she was almost neurotic to the extreme. .

This is her only remaining brother.

As the snow became heavier and heavier, the refugees outside the city began to crash into the city in the Northland, trying to crash with their lives.

The red-eyed Yan Zhaoge almost didn't recognize his relatives, so he ordered, kill!

As a result, rivers of blood flowed outside the city, and corpses littered the fields.

Until the refugees outside the city delivered a message, asking Jihou to tell it at the gate of the city.

Yan Zhaoge climbed to the gate of the city, and a large number of refugees gathered thirty miles outside the city. They buried stoves to cook, chopped firewood to light the fire, just like the most ordinary people.

She watched patiently, seeing a few strong refugees holding a cauldron of boiling water, followed by those holding firewood, and watching a dozen or so refugees follow behind with a rope, which seemed to be A bunch of children were tied up like chickens, and those who staggered behind were dragged forward.

Yan Zhaoge gradually realized something.She raised her hand to signal the soldiers on the city gate not to move.

The refugees walked less than half a mile outside the city gate, which was already within the range of the archers.They put down the cauldron, set down the firewood, and started the fire again.

The water boiled again.

The little chicken-like children, with their hands tied, knelt on the ground at their request, their legs trembling, and even their shoulders were shaking.

"Jihou!" A refugee shouted: "You don't allow us refugees to enter the city, we admit it! But these are the children of you northerners! Are they not even allowed to enter the city?!"

Yan Zhaoge watched coldly, she was waiting for the other party's next words.

"Since they are not allowed, will your brother be allowed?" The other party smiled grimly, and lifted the child kneeling at the end by his hair, and shouted: "Look carefully, this is your own brother!

"Since you don't treat us as human beings, don't blame us for not treating your brother as human beings!

"If you want him to live, open the door!"

Yan Zhaoge watched without saying a word.

Standing behind Yan Zhaoge, Si Chuanshao felt cold all over his body.

They are forcing Yan Zhaoge to a dead end.

How could Yan Zhaoge open the city gate under such circumstances?These refugees are already like evil spirits, if they are let in, the consequences will be disastrous, but if they are not let in... Yan Zhaoge will be charged with abandoning his brother.

This is different from Yan Ningsheng, Yan Ningsheng got lost by himself, but Yan Ningyue this time, whether he can live or not, the decision rests with Yan Zhao singer.

Let an elder brother decide whether his younger brother is dead or alive.

This is simply putting a knife in Yan Zhaoge's heart.

"...not open." Yan Zhaoge murmured, his voice soft.

"Yan Zhaoge?"

"I said, don't open." Yan Zhaoge said with red eyes: "Let him kill, I am here, I watched him kill my younger brother, and I will never open the door. I only have three younger brothers in total, and now Two have already died, I want to see, how do you want to kill my brother? What other means do you have to kill my brother?"

Si Chuanshao opened his eyes wide.

The author has something to say: It is indeed a good idea to replace the civet cat with the prince, but the eldest princess knows what the little emperor looks like, so this method is not valid.

下午还有一更。感谢在2020-05-1121:51:31~2020-05-1211:06:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Sifan 2;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 421210981 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!