Dingjiangshan

Ning Huaijin: "..."

Prince Gong had never been wronged like this before, so he couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

Ning Yan has always been good at dealing with him, and he is used to hitting snakes with sticks. Seeing him laughing, he knew that this matter could be fooled, so he quickly coaxed and pushed Ning Huaijin to the couch, and put his underwear on Push it down a little more.

"How did this happen." Ning Yan complained in a low voice: "Didn't I write to tell you that after the reunion, I will be less of a striker?"

"Children's words." Ning Huaijin smiled and said, "There is no time when you don't stumble in a war. You are clearly showing favoritism."

"In the whole world, who doesn't favor one's own family?" Ning Yan pushed open the stopper of the medicine bottle, poured some ointment from it, and spread it evenly on the palm of his hand. In the army tent, you leisurely wait for Zhaoming to return from the expedition, and don't say a word."

"You always have these fallacies." Ning Huaijin couldn't talk to him, so he could only mutter.

Ning Yan pursed her lips and smiled, and carefully placed her palm on Ning Huaijin's back.

The young His Majesty hated the smell of medicine, so the ointment he carried with him was also specially made. The sore medicine was mixed with some finely ground citrus peels, which was very cool to rub and smelled very fragrant.

"Does it hurt?" Ning Yan asked.

"It doesn't hurt." Ning Huaijin shook her head, as if she suddenly remembered something, she paused slightly, and turned her head to look at Ning Yan.

"On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes. It's fine in ordinary times, but when it comes to siege, casualties are inevitable." Ning Huaijin said in a low voice: "I have also seen many wounded soldiers these days."

Ning Huaijin's tone was very gentle and her voice was very low, but Ning Yan could hear a bit of depression from it for no reason.

So he hummed lightly, motioning himself to listen again.

"Dr. Cheng's wonderful hand rejuvenates, but there are always some people who can't be saved." Ning Huaijin said: "It's better, there can be a tomb nearby. If it catches up with the urgent march, it will really be a 'horse leather shroud'."

"I know." Ning Yan said: "It's war time now, and there are many inconveniences. When the war ends in the coming day, I will order people from all states to register and make records. If there are casualties, they will be compensated on a household basis. If relatives want to return to their hometowns, the government will also provide them with travel expenses."

Although these words sound a little cold-blooded, they are already the best solution Ning Yan can give.

It is inevitable for Ning Zheng to raise an army, not today but tomorrow, this battle between him and Ning Zheng is bound to happen, it is inevitable.

Unexpectedly, Ning Huaijin shook her head, but said, "I didn't mean that."

Ning Yan was originally sitting sideways on the side of the couch, but after rubbing for a while, he felt that he couldn't use any strength, so he moved to the couch again, putting half of his legs on the side of the couch.

"What's that?" Ning Yan asked.

Ning Huaijin hesitated when he heard the words, as if he was weighing something in his heart. After a while, he spoke again: "When Xinyang was attacked, I had a young child under my tent. He just turned nineteen this year. Not a pioneer, but because he subconsciously held up an extra ladder, he was splashed all over by the enemy's kerosene."

Ning Huaijin paused at this point, vaguely skipped a paragraph, and said incredulously: "...Even Doctor Cheng couldn't help, but within two hours, he was gone."

"Before the soldier passed away, I was by the side, and I heard him grab Dr. Cheng's hand, saying that he hadn't had time to entrust someone to deliver his last month's military salary to his mother." Ning Huaijin said in a low voice: "On weekdays, I still felt dissatisfied when I heard people say how the royal relatives are so high, wearing gold and wearing jade and not being a worldly person. But at that time, I felt that maybe what they said was right."

While rubbing the bruises all over his body, Ning Yan listened quietly, answering a sentence or two from time to time so that he could continue talking.

Ning Huaijin must have held back a lot of words when she came back from this expedition.If it was before, Ning Huaijin would definitely not have said these things, and left most of them to digest.But now that Ning Huaijin can chat with him about his thoughts like this, Ning Yan feels very good.

"Most of them have regrets, and most of them are ordinary and trivial things." Ning Huaijin said: "Either they didn't have time to send their salary home, or they didn't have time to send home letters back, and some of them couldn't let go of their wives and children at home. "

"Living in this world, although life and death are life and death, but when it comes to the boundary of life and death, few people can be willing." Ning Yan said: "This world is full of mortals. Although there are many storms and waves, there are still many things worth nostalgic for."

"Speaking of it, it's a bit of a crime." Ning Huaijin said in a low voice: "But I thought of His Majesty for no reason at that time."

Only then did Ning Yan understand why he hesitated before speaking just now—it is not auspicious to compare a dead soldier with the emperor, not to say "the next commits the crime above".

But Ning Shengsheng is not a very taboo person, he has a free and easy temper, and doesn't care much about many things.What's more, he felt that there was nothing lowly about these soldiers fighting for the country, so he didn't feel uncomfortable when he heard the words.

"What do you think of me?" Ning Yan asked with a good temper.

Ning Huaijin was originally lying on the couch, allowing Ning Yan to apply medicine to the small wounds on his back.Hearing this, he moved his body slightly, turned his head, and looked at Ning Yan with some difficulty.

"I suddenly remembered the night I returned to Beijing from the border town." Ning Huaijin said: "...Your Majesty, I actually regretted it at that time."

Ning Yan felt his heart stop beating, subconsciously held his breath, and asked, "What do you regret?"

Ning Yan's service skills were not good enough, and because he was afraid of hurting Ning Huaijin, he didn't dare to use too much force. After rubbing for a long time, the bruise didn't go away, but Ning Huaijin, who had been on the road all night, was in this situation. Sleepy in the citrus aroma.

In the smoked cage not far away, the dry charcoal was broken by the fire, making a soft crackling sound.

Ning Yan waited for his answer, even the movement of his hands stopped unknowingly, the melted ointment flowed down Ning Yan's palm to his wrist, crumbling on the protruding wrist bone, converging into a drop of medicine dew , hitting Ning Huaijin's waist.

"Regret..." I don't know if it's sleepy or what, but Ning Huaijin's voice sounded a little fuzzy: "...If His Majesty really had a good or bad thing at that time, the last sentence I will say to you is'Please stay in the palace Among the'."

Ning Yan regretted asking.

Because he never thought that Ning Huaijin would care about this matter so much.

At the beginning, whether Ning Huaijin avoided him or reprimanded him, Ning Yan always understood him in his heart.If his status was changed, and he was in Ning Huaijin's position, he might not have any good feelings towards such an absurd monarch.

In contrast, Ning Huaijin was not completely disappointed in him yet, and she still thought of him in everything, she was already considered an extremely soft-hearted person.

Even the matter that he suffered from the cold poison in his body later, he had calculated it himself and delivered it to the door, and it had nothing to do with others.

Ning Yan originally thought that it was over after he confessed to Ning Huaijin, but he didn't realize that this matter could actually become a knot in his heart.

"I understand Uncle Huang." Ning Yan said in a low voice, "Uncle Huang had no choice at the time."

Ning Huaijin shook his head very slightly, he lowered his eyes, turned his head and rubbed against the soft pillow.

"I..." There was a daze in his tone that he didn't realize, it was more like speaking to himself than to Ning Yan: "...how could I force you like that."

Ning Yan was almost defeated by his words.

Maybe young people are always like this in front of close people. If they are wronged, no one will see it, but if someone sees it, and then they come to comfort them, the small things that are originally small will instantly swell up, and it is called People can't help but want to sell some grievances.

Ning Yan thought in his heart, according to his temperament, he should comfort Ning Huaijin with a few words at this time, and then make jokes to divert the topic away.He should be very familiar with this process, but at this time, for some reason, he couldn't do anything.He opened his mouth, but the words he said became inexplicably: "The emperor also knew that he was persecuting me."

As soon as he said this, Ning Yan regretted it a little.

The meaning of accusation in these words is too strong, but he actually never blamed Ning Huaijin from the beginning to the end.

Ning Yan knew in his heart that Prince Gong was supposed to have an ordinary life. As a member of the royal family, he also had the power to assist the government. In the future, he could marry a woman he liked, and it didn't matter if the family was low, as long as he had a few children , to pass on their lineage to the next generation.

It was because he fell in love with Ning Huaijin recklessly that everything changed.

If Ning Huaijin likes him, it's a mutual affection, which is good; but if he doesn't like him, it's not his fault, he can't be blamed.

Ning Yan was secretly annoyed at his slip of the tongue, and was afraid that Ning Huaijin would be sad when he heard it. Just as he was about to make amends, he saw Ning Huaijin moved slightly beside her, as if she was about to speak.

"Not again." Ning Huaijin tried to wake up from the drowsiness, and tried her best to promise: "...not again."

The rationality that Ning Yan was trying to maintain finally burst like a flood, pouring out at this moment.

"Life is alive, who knows what will happen in the future, and what will happen tomorrow." Ning Huaijin seemed to be afraid that such a dry guarantee would not be enough to win his trust, and continued drowsily: "There are many things that don't leave regrets. .”

"Huaijin." Ning Yan interrupted him with a hoarse voice, and asked softly, "You can't leave me either, can you?"

Ning Huaijin hardly paused on this question, and soon hummed in a low voice.

He came back overnight from Xinyang Mansion, and had fought nights with lights on for several nights, now he was relaxed, he was already very sleepy, and his speech was unavoidably slurred.

But such a simple answer is actually enough for Ning Yan.He thinks that the greatest desire of his life has been answered at this moment, and there is no more satisfying time than this.

He sat by the couch, looked at Ning Huaijin's naked back, endured it for a while, but finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Ning Yan leaned down under the heavy aroma of herbs, and kissed the unhealed wound on Ning Huaijin's shoulder lightly and lightly.

"My only wish to heaven has been fulfilled." Ning Yan sighed inaudibly: "I have no other regrets."