worthless [rebirth]

Because of Li Guo's sudden withdrawal of troops, Wu Guo lacked support, giving Jiang Guo a chance to breathe.When the news came, the generals Luo Feng and Qiu Suo fought hard against the enemy and gradually reversed the defeat.

Two months later, Jiang Guo took back all the cities annexed by Wu Guo.After nearly half a year of bitter fighting, the two countries have suffered heavy losses, the treasury is empty, and the people are in dire straits, so there is no extra military and financial resources to continue the stalemate.

This half-year-long war finally ended in a "peace negotiation". The two sides signed a contract that there would be no more wars for a hundred years and they should rest and recuperate.

At this time, winter has already begun for a month.Liguo is located in the south, so winter is not as long as summer, nor is it cold.

On this day, the sky was fine and cloudless.

On the pasture outside the palace, dry grass was scattered on the ground, exposing the cracked loess.The breeze is blowing, with a bit of dryness, but a slight coolness.

Under an ancient tung tree that had lost all its leaves, there was a man in a moon-white gown, pushing a wheelchair and walking slowly.

Sitting in the wheelchair was a man wearing a black robe and hair tied with a hosta. His legs were covered with a thin blanket embroidered with gold thread, and his thin legs could be vaguely seen under the blanket.

"I've been stuck in the palace for too long, and it's good to go out for a walk once in a while to enjoy the wind." The wheels of the wheelchair pressed against the dry ground, making a "creaking" sound. Chen Ling pushed the wheelchair and looked down at the man With the top of his hair, he smiled lightly.

"That's right, Liguo's winter is much warmer than Jiangguo's," Jiang Chi said.

"Are you still used to the climate here?" Chen Ling stopped, "It's warm, but the air is too dry in winter."

Jiang Chi seemed to smile, and his tone became more relaxed: "I'm fine." After a pause, "I've been pushing me for so long, stop and rest. I want to stay with you under this tree for a while."

"Okay." Chen Ling replied with a smile, parked the wheelchair under the tree, walked up to Jiang Chi, and sat down on the floor.Naturally, she reached out and kneaded Jiang Chi's leg, massaging him seriously.

Jiang Chi couldn't walk, and his muscles would atrophy after a long time. Although Chen Ling massaged him every day, his legs were still thinner than before.

Looking at Chen Ling's earnest expression as he pursed his pale pink lips, Jiang Chi's heart was touched with longing.He always knew what the other party was worried about.

When the imperial doctor said that he would never be able to live without a wheelchair again, Chen Ling collapsed earlier than him.

That night, Chen Ling hugged him all night, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

He said: "Achi, don't be sad. From now on, I will be your leg, wherever you want to go, I will be there."

Chen Ling was afraid that he would give up on himself, that he would never recover from a setback.The former emperor, the current cripple, whoever... will collapse.But Jiang Chi couldn't, because if he couldn't take it anymore, what would Chen Ling do?

Seeing a mess of hair blown from Chen Ling's temples by the wind, Jiang Chi stretched out his hand to pin it behind his ear, and when he withdrew his hand, his cool fingertips inadvertently touched the other's ear.

Chen Ling trembled slightly, without raising his head, he continued to massage Jiang Chi stubbornly and seriously.

"Ling'er." Jiang Chi's voice was a little low. Just now, the wind blew over with sand and dust, which dazzled his eyes, which were very sore.

Chen Ling said softly, "Huh?"

"Half a month ago, Ah Chao sent a letter saying that he sent an envoy to leave the country to take me back. Calculating the time, it should arrive today."

Chen Ling paused, and after a long time, he continued the slow massage, nodded and said softly, "I know..."

Jiang Chi took his hand, squeezed it into his palm, and laughed: "Your hand...is a bit cold."

Chen Ling leaned over to Jiang Chi's side, leaned his head gently on Jiang Chi's knee, and pressed his cheek against his knee, "Then help me warm up."

Jiang Chi held Chen Ling's hand in his arms, breathed, rubbed it again and again, "In the past few days, your heart attacks have decreased, and your complexion has improved a lot."

"As long as you're well, I'll be fine no matter what." Chen Ling said softly and softly, lying on Jiang Chi's lap, with the back of his head facing him, not letting the man look at his face.

Chen Ling made less and less effort to hide his concern for Jiang Chi, and spoke more and more directly.

If he was himself a few months ago, he would not be able to say these love words even if he was beaten to death. I think Jiang Chi had to use "death" to force him to say "I love you" in Qingzhou Prison before he admitted his love. emotion.

But now, those words came naturally when he opened his mouth.Some people say that love words that are too easy to export are too false and unreliable.However, besides love words, Yihan Chen Ling didn't know how he could let Jiang Chi understand how much he loved him.

In the previous life and in this life, Chen Ling lost Jiang Chi twice, and now he sometimes wakes up from the bone-piercing pain in his dreams.He wanted to hold Jiang Chi firmly and never let go, but he was afraid that if he held on too tightly, it would hurt that person.

"Achi..." Chen Ling didn't know what he wanted to say to call Jiang Chi's name, he just thought about those two words in his heart, and softly called out, "Achi...Achi..."

Yun'er's character is too weak to bear the great responsibility.Chen Ling is the only person who is qualified to inherit the throne from the Li country. He can no longer follow Jiang Chi back to the Jiang country, but... the other party... wants to leave.

The palm of his hand was pressed against Jiang Chi's heart, the temperature was so hot, it was really warm.Chen Ling couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear the throbbing pain in his heart, and it was difficult to breathe.He brought medicine with him, but Chen Ling didn't want to take it, and he didn't need to take it.Because he knew that the unbearable pain at this moment was not a heart attack.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chi took out his left hand and stroked Chen Ling's trembling back.

"It's okay." Chen Ling rubbed his cheeks against the thin blanket on Jiang Chi's knees, straightened up, and there were tiny halos in his bright black eyes, "Let's go back, actually... the envoy who picked you up today I have already arrived in the palace, and I didn't tell you because I wanted to stay with you for a few more hours."

"..." Jiang Chi was startled, leaned closer to Chen Ling, kissed him on the forehead, and sighed with a smile: "...fool..."

There was something else to say later, but suddenly there was a wind blowing, and Chen Ling couldn't hear it clearly.

***

Jiang Guo's envoys left in the evening, and Chen Ling hurriedly prepared a lot of things for Jiang Chi to use on the road.Jiang Guo was too cold, and the climate changed too quickly on the way back. He was worried that the other party's body would not be able to bear it.

Seeing that the three carriages were full of clothes, medicines and other things, Chen Ling heaved a sigh of relief, but when he was free, his heart suddenly felt empty.

Jiang Chi was about to leave, and his heart seemed to be gouged out along with him.It suddenly occurred to him that a year ago on the plank road in Jiang Country, Jiang Chi rode a horse to see him off on the day he left. pain?

Chen Ling didn't have the courage to send Jiang Chi away. Even though he loved him deeply, he couldn't do what Jiang Chi did.

Chen Ling climbed onto the city wall when the envoy's carriage back home gradually moved away. He could only look at the ruts on the road, but he could never see that person again.

He stood on the city until late at night.The city gate officer who guarded the city wanted to close the gate, only then did Xing'er dare to remind him: "Your Highness, go back."

Chen Ling turned around stiffly, walked down the city wall step by step, and got on the carriage back to the palace.

When getting off the car, Myolie saw that Chen Ling's eyes were red by the dim light of the palace lantern, but she didn't say anything.

After returning to the East Palace, they were supposed to go back to the main hall for bed, but Chen Ling went to the side hall by mistake.

The lights in the room were on, and Chen Ling was not only in a daze, but also had the illusion that Jiang Chi was still living inside and had never left.

Stepping up the stone steps to the closed door, he pressed his hand on the door but suddenly he didn't have the courage to push it open. He was afraid of seeing someone go to the empty room, and he was alone.

"Duang!"

"Ok!"

At this time, there was a heavy muffled sound in the room, followed by a man's muffled groan.

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, and pushed open the door in disbelief. When he saw that the wheelchair was being practiced standing with one hand, and a torn and re-glued portrait was struggling towards the wall in the other. When hanging up with the man, tears finally welled up in my eyes.

That painting was a portrait that Jiang Chi had made for him, but was later torn to pieces by him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jiang Chi turned his head and said with a smile, "I asked Ah Chao to bring this painting, take a look, is it suitable to hang here?" Seeing that Chen Ling was crying violently, he was startled and frowned. Frowning, he said: "Why are you crying so fiercely?" His feet were a little unsteady, and he was shaking and about to fall.

Chen Ling rushed up to hug and support him, crying, "Liar! Didn't you leave? Didn't you leave?!"

Jiang Chi was taken aback, "Fool, who said I'm leaving, didn't I tell you when we were in the pasture, we have... a long life..."

The rest of my time is for you.

For a lifetime, whether it is long or not, I don’t want much, only you.

The author has something to say: It's over, hahaha!

The first article is not a [Tieba style] article, the writing process is quite long, and there are N times of interruptions in the middle, my friends who have worked hard to accompany the stupid author along the way!