[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

After coaxing Mingrui to sleep, Yongjue walked into the tent with his heels turned, Guanyinbao, Fu Heng, Shu Hede and other generals were all waiting here.

"The servant knocked on the master!" Everyone saluted in unison. When there were still Burmese spies who hadn't been caught, they didn't dare to reveal the identity of the emperor. If it got out, they didn't know whose morale would be boosted.

"Pingshen~" Yong Jue raised his hand, walked to the side of the sand table, and carefully checked the terrain map of the distribution of the two armies, "How is the discussion going?"

"The slaves think that there are two possible tactics. One is to attack left and right, and the other is to face-to-face and surprise attack. The first depends on the right time and place, and the second requires the assistance of the firearms battalion," Fu Heng said while marking on the sand table. , "The slave has sent people to Fujian to mobilize shells and gunpowder, it will take some days, do you think?"

Yong Jue thought it over and said: "My lord brought firearms, but not too many, surprise attack is enough, flanking attack is not enough, have you asked the locals if it will rain recently?"

"It's about to enter the rainy season." Fu Longan replied.

"If it's a rainy night..." Yong Jue touched his chin and thought, "It's risky, it's not as good as they are familiar with the terrain."

"We can also instigate them," Shu Hede interjected, "Myanmar King Mengbai likes rich and beautiful women, and his reputation among the people is not very good. It is just that the Burmese people are unwilling to be ruled by the Qing Dynasty, so they rose up to resist. If we give them more benefits, It might work."

"It's a bit slow, let's arrange it first," Yong Jue didn't refuse straight away, "Who is the famous general in Myanmar?"

"Niwen from the elephant team, Podan who is good at positional warfare, and a young general named Musha who is good at raiding." Fu Longan replied.

"There is a river here! We can make a surprise attack first, and then take advantage of the situation to attack by water and land." Yong Jue made another plan, "Hurry up, Pegasus informs the Fujian Navy and marches to support it!"

The lights in the handsome tent were brightly lit all night.

After two or three skirmishes to hone the tacit understanding of the soldiers on the encirclement, Yong Jue ordered a night attack.

A lot of medicinal materials were found in the local area, Yong Jue broke the convention, resisted all opinions, and braved the miasma to send troops.Shu Hede asked himself to lead the team, and a 100-man assault team of the most elite Qing army set off overnight, broke into the enemy barracks and ignited grain, grass and poisonous branches, causing the Burmese army to be in chaos. The Burmese army fought fiercely.

This time out of Beijing, Yong Jue also took Dai Zi's descendant Dai Han with him. He quickly and wisely loaded the cannons on board to support both sides of the strait.

Wearing golden armor, Yong Jue took the lead in the battle, and slashed across the opponent's thigh fiercely.

Yin Hong's blood spurted out, and the young general screamed and fell to the ground. Seeing that Yong Jue's knife was about to pierce his chest, he couldn't help closing his eyes.

The sharp blade landed on his neck, and Yong Jue asked suspiciously, "A woman?"

The young general bit his lips tightly and said nothing.

Yong Jue sneered: "The status of a woman who can lead soldiers is not low, just right, I will use you to condolences to the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty!"

The young general's face turned blue instantly, and his eyes were filled with tears: "I am Musha, the eighth princess of Myanmar, you can't treat me like this!"

"Hmph, I don't care who you are!" Yong Jue directly knocked the other party unconscious with the back of the knife, and ordered people to watch him closely.

Just as he was heaving a sigh of relief, Ba Lu stumbled over with a very bad expression on his face: "Master, our camp has been attacked!"

"The Burmese spies united to grab the firearms. Lord Mingrui dispatched troops to fight them in time. The enemy soldiers were all killed, but Lord Mingrui was wounded by the gunpowder. The military doctors and military doctors were helpless!"

"What?" Yong Jue roared angrily, "A bunch of trash!"

No longer in the mood to fight, he waved his hand: "Tell Fu Heng that Butaping Ava killed the king of Burma, and tell him to hold his head up to see me!"

After finishing speaking, Yong Jue jumped on a horse and galloped towards Daying.

Running wildly all the way, not even knowing that the branch scratched his face, Yong Jue finally saw a scorched and messy camp.

"Junting!"

He jumped off his horse and looked for someone in the camp, running around like a headless chicken, sweating profusely.

"Master?" Dai Han hurriedly waved when he saw him, "Master Mingrui is here!"

"How is Mingrui?" Yong Jue asked with a straight head.

Dai Han looked embarrassed, bowed his head and remained silent.

Yong Jue simply pushed him away and broke in. The smell of blood in the tent was strong and pungent. Fucha Mingrui lay quietly on the bed, without a trace of blood on his lips, his gentle eyes were closed, and his breath was like gossamer.

"Yunting! Yunting!" Yong Jue rushed over and held his hand.

no respond.

Yong Jue turned his head to look at the military doctor, his scarlet eyes glowed fiercely: "Why can't the blood stop?"

"The marshal has injured a blood vessel. This officer has not learned the suturing technique of Western doctors, so he can only press it with his hands. Besides..." The military doctor's eyes were also red-eyed, "Those Burmese spies destroyed the box for keeping the herbal medicine. Where can I find the hemostatic grass?"

"Dog-dong-xi!" Yong Jue spewed out a majestic murderous aura that could not be concealed from his body, and he shouted, "I have ordered that no prisoners will be left in this battle, and all Burmese soldiers will be pulled out and beheaded!"

"And you! I'm here to press the wound, you go find herbs!" Yong Jue roared.

The military doctor ran out in a hurry.

"Yunting? Yunting?" Yong Jue spoke to Mingrui with a trembling voice, "Can you hear me calling you? You should wake up, we're done fighting, it's time to go home... Yunting... the doctor went to find The medicine is gone, just hold on!"

Until midnight, Yongjue waited for the soldiers who came back to the camp, and the head of the Burmese royal family, but there was no emergency medicine. The military doctor and the local doctor all came to see him, and shook his head feebly. Yongjue almost waved his head. The knife cut everyone off.

Just leaning on his side on the bed, he stared at Mingrui without blinking, as if he would disappear if he looked away.

"Emperor?" A soft, barely audible whisper.

Yong Jue was startled, sat up straight quickly, and tried to squeeze out a smile: "Junting, do you feel better?"

Looking at his flushed eyes, Mingrui smiled lightly and shook his head: "Hehe, my hands and feet feel cold, and I'm groggy. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long."

"Don't talk nonsense! Jun Ting, you haven't cashed in on the wedding night you owe me! Don't say unlucky words!!" He interrupted him sharply, and Yong Jue's tone of excitement turned into a choke.

Mingrui moved his fingers, wanting to raise his hand to touch his face, but he couldn't lift a sliver of strength, he curled his mouth weakly, and said in a gentle voice: "Yingxian, it's great to be with you in this life , I...I...I really hope that Lord Yan will give me one more day...let me remember your appearance..."

"Stop it!" Yong Jue hugged him, his throat rolled into tears: "Stop it, Yunting, I don't want to hear it!"

"Let me touch your face..." Mingrui whispered.

Yong Jue took his hand and covered his face.

The hand with clear bones stroked the past inch by inch, reluctant to part.

"Life and death are up to fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, people and people will have this day." Mingrui's voice gradually lowered, "Yingxian, if there is an afterlife, Yun Ting is willing to be a woman, to bear children for you, and to be with you." You grow old together."

Staring at each other with scorching eyes, Yong Jue let go of all dignity for the first time, choked up and said: "Junting, please, don't leave me, I can't live without you, don't leave me, as long as you get better, what do you want me to do?" You can do anything... They went to find medicine and a famous doctor, and they will be back soon, even if it is for me, can you persevere a little longer?"

Now...it's just a waste of effort, Mingrui smiled wryly, and just stared at him silently.

Picking him up and hugging him in his arms, Yong Jue didn't say a word.

After a long silence, Mingrui raised his head and asked him, "Will you forget me?"

Yong Jue lowered his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, but moved his lips slightly: "Love..."

"What?" Mingrui couldn't help asking.

"Love you, I love you!" After holding back the words all the way, Yong Jue finally said, his eyes were filled with tears, and he was vulnerable, "So, please, don't leave me alone...you said you would accompany me My whole life! Words keep their promises!"

"With your words, no matter how hard it is, it's worth it." Mingrui smiled with tears in his eyes.

Hugging him tightly, Yong Jue babbled like an old man: "Hajilan always said, without you taking care of me, my integrity will be lost. If you don't care about me, I will accept all the beauties recommending pillows in the future, you Don't you care? Do you really ignore me? My husband is so handsome, what if he is hooked up by other beauties? You are too incompetent as a wife!"

Mingrui smiled through tears: "Will you be under my control in the next life?"

"It's as sweet as it is!"

"Master, Fu Heng and his son are asking to see you." Baloo said at the door.

Yong Jue frowned and was about to refuse, but was interrupted by a hand, "I want to see Uncle and the others..."

"Come in." Yong Jue said with a cold face.

Fu Heng and Fu Longan came in with their heads down, and greeted them honestly.

Mingrui struggled to sit up: "Uncle, Shanlin."

Seeing his weak and powerless appearance, Fu Heng's dignified seven-foot man couldn't help but redden his eyes: "Son, uncle, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, my nephew deserves to be like this," Mingrui smiled consolingly, "Uncle, my nephew's time is short, please worry about the affairs of Arsalan and the family in the future, our Fucha family started with martial arts , you must not be negligent in disciplining your children and grandchildren, and, at any time, do not form a party or stand in a team, do not participate in the establishment of a reserve, and always be loyal to the Holy One..."

Knowing that he was speaking to the emperor, Fu Heng nodded vigorously with tears in his eyes.

Beside, Fu Long'an couldn't help wiping away tears secretly.

After exhorting, Mingrui looked at Yong Jue and said earnestly: "Yingxian, if, if the members of the Fucha clan make serious mistakes in the future, please forgive them for the sake of the loyalty of the Fucha family. "

"Okay, I promise you, as long as they don't rebel or endanger Daqing, I won't pursue them." Yong Jue promised.

Probably did not expect the emperor to do so much, Fu Heng and Fu Longan looked at each other in surprise.

My heart felt relieved all of a sudden, leaning on my trembling chest, Mingrui felt quite guilty, forgive me, Yingxian, it’s not that I don’t believe you, since I followed you to rebel, I’ve made the tribe fearful, as the patriarch, I just want to protect you again. The family has flourished for centuries.

The anger on his face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, his breathing became weaker and weaker, and his soft eyes slowly faded, but he stared stubbornly at his sweetheart, and he murmured softly: "I don't drink Po Meng when I cross the Naihe Bridge. Tang, Yingxian, don't drink it either, we will be together in the next life, the next life..."

Taking a deep breath to suppress the scorching heat in his eyes, Yong Jue said firmly: "There is a saying, I have always wanted to tell you, this country, this world, is not enough for me—"

Fu Heng was startled, fell to his knees with a thud, and exclaimed: "Your Majesty must not!"

"The world is inferior to me, Jun Zhonger!"

Yes, the ambition to get the country you want to get if you give up everything at the beginning, the ambition to be a stranger to your biological father, and to force your adoptive father to death, is actually not comparable to your life!

So, please, survive!

Mingrui raised a shallow arc, smiled contentedly, and closed his eyes peacefully.

It was surprisingly quiet in the tent.

"Get out." Yong Jue ordered with the last trace of calmness.

"The slave retire."

Before going out, Fu Heng couldn't help turning his head, just in time to see a string of crystals slipping quietly from the emperor's face.

The first time you talk to me, you are calm and calm;

The first time you tease me, you rack your brains to make me laugh;

The first time you stood up for me, you were reprimanded by the queen; the first time you confessed to me, you put all your eggs in one basket, and you said that you will not regret it until you die...

Now, the first time you leave me, tell me, Fucha Mingrui, tell me, this is just a dream!

Could it be that when I return to the capital, I can see you standing on the city tower, smiling like a spring breeze, and say to me: "Why did you come back after waiting for you for so long?"

"Yun Ting, wake up, okay? It doesn't matter if you lose your temper or play with your temper, you can do whatever you want. If you really think I'm bored, you can get up and scold me. I was wrong. It shouldn't take me so long to figure it out. , I shouldn't have broken your heart..."

"It's okay if you don't want to talk, then open your eyes and look at me, please, please open your eyes and look at me, Junting, look at me again!"

"What about a lifetime? What about never leaving? Fucha Mingrui, answer me!"

Yong Jue stared deeply at the other party, unable to return to his senses for a long time, lowered his head, kissed the corner of his mouth lightly, and buried his head in the no longer warm neck, sobbing like a wild wolf who lost his spouse, tears pouring down like rain, sobbing uncontrollably.

The author has something to say:

The world is not enough for me, you are so important!

Writing BE is simply torture, crying like a fool QAQ