single husband's heart

In the spring of [-] BC, Zhao Guo, Handan.

Castors bear fruit in autumn and should have fallen long ago in this early spring.Maybe it's because the country of Zhao is to the north, and the forest doesn't see through the sun, so it's colder than other places. The castor fruit hangs slightly on the branches.The old fruit is slightly yellow, and the soft thorns on the surface are also very hard and sharp.

For Yandan, this is enough.

He tore off the corner of his clothes, wrapped his hands in cloth, and carefully picked off the castor plants. There were only twenty or so in total.

The battle over there is getting more and more intense, but everyone can see that Zhao Zheng and the others are in a weak position.Zhao Zheng was even more upset at the moment, not knowing what Yan Dan wanted to do.If you want to tell him to leave quickly, but you are afraid of exposing his existence to the enemy, the loss outweighs the gain.

You can only do your best to hold back these assassins, just a second longer.

Over there, Yandan hid in the bushes and approached the battle bit by bit, unaware that the sharp branches and leaves scratched her cheeks and arms.Seeing the opportunity, he suddenly jumped forward, and all the castor fruits in his hand rolled forward!

The people in the battle were moving around, and no one was paying attention to their feet. As a result, several people outside who stepped on the castor fruit slipped and fell unexpectedly, and happened to be crushed on the castor fruit again, and the sharp thorns pierced into the flesh. There was a burst of numbness, and it was difficult to get up for a while.

"It's him!" The assassins saw Yan Dan in a blink of an eye, remembered his identity, and several of them ran towards him.In this way, the pressure on you and Zhao Zheng is much less.

"Zheng, let's run separately!" Seeing that the assassin was about to approach, Yan Dan roared, turned around and ran with all his strength, followed closely by several killers.At this time, there were only three guards brought out from Mr. Yan's mansion, and they also withdrew from the encirclement to protect the master.

Zhao Zheng didn't have time to see Yandan's situation, seized this opportunity, rushed out of the encirclement under the cover of several guards, picked up a small path and ran as hard as he could.Three or two people came after them, Zhao Zheng turned around and shot arrows from time to time, and after running for a while, he even got rid of those people.

But he didn't dare to stop, and could only slow down a little after confirming that no one was following.

Before I knew it, the sky was completely dark, and the bright starlight poured down from the branches, giving people a bit of coolness.Zhao Zheng was already exhausted from the long hours of fighting and running, so he could only move forward along the winding path by the inertia of his body.

Can't relax, dare not relax.Given the chance to survive, who wouldn't want to grab it?

I just don't know what happened to Yandan.

Zhao Zheng never believed in gods, but at this time he kept praying to the silent gods, hoping that Yandan would be safe.

"... Politics?"

Suddenly a weak, trembling voice came from not far away.Zhao Zheng's heart tightened, and he looked under the moonlight and starlight. In the bushes in front of him, a small face was looming under the cover of branches and leaves.

"Dan!" Zhao Zheng ran over and also got into the bushes.

Yandan was huddling in the hollow of a big tree behind the bushes.The tree hole can accommodate a grown man squatting in it, Yan Dan shrinks to the side to squeeze out a place for Zhao Zheng, and the two children are close together like this.

It was extremely dim.Zhao Zheng still saw Yan Dan's face showing a little joy of reunion after the rest of his life.

"Zheng, is no one coming?" Yan Dan asked in a low voice.

"There are two or three, and I have already thrown them away." Zhao Zheng said. "I saw someone chasing you, how are you? Why did you get here before me?"

"The three big guards stopped the killer, so I took a small path and ran away." Yan Dan rubbed his nose. "I really didn't have the strength to run here. I just found a hidden tree hole, so I wanted to hide first. It took less than half a minute to see you."

"Are you not injured?" Zhao Zheng asked, looking down at Yan Dan, only to see the bloodstains on Bai Nen's arms were particularly eye-catching. "What's the matter? Does it hurt?"

Hearing the anxiety in Zhao Zheng's tone, Yan Dan quickly shook his head: "This is scratched by a branch, and it's very shallow."

"When we go back, we still have to take the medicine properly, or there will be scars." Zhao Zheng said seriously.

"Got it!" Yan Dan smiled.When he was still about to say something, he saw Zhao Zheng close his eyes, shake twice, and turned to him.

Yan Dan hurriedly hugged his back, but the tentacles were wet, slippery and warm.

...Zhao Zheng was injured by an arrow before.

Yan Dan suddenly remembered this matter that he had ignored for a while.What followed in my heart was panic, regret, anxiety, overwhelmed...and distressed.

What keeps you fighting and running until you find me.

Yan Dan tore off the soft fabric from the jacket, and treated Zhao Zheng's wound clumsily.Zhao Zheng had already passed out, and the severe pain in the wound did not wake him up, perhaps because he was numb to the pain.

The night was getting darker and the temperature was getting lower and lower. The chill of early spring made Yandan shiver.Yan Dan flattened Zhao Zheng's body and rested his head on his lap, just like Zhao Zheng did to him not long ago.

That really seemed like a long time ago.

Yan Dan leaned against the inner wall of the tree hole and dozed off bit by bit, but she didn't dare to sleep.When he was about to fall asleep, he pinched the wound on his arm fiercely, using the pain to wake himself up.Zhao Zheng was unconscious. If he fell asleep, once the enemy found them, he would be slaughtered.

Half asleep and half awake, Yan Dan heard Zhao Zheng talking in a trance:

"I'm fine, don't worry, Dan..."

"Zheng, are you awake?" Yan Dan was startled, looking down at Zhao Zheng.But Zhao Zheng still closed his eyes tightly, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his slightly chapped thin lips were still whispering some words that Yan Dan could not understand.Holding Zhao Zheng's body, Yan Dan felt him trembling slightly.

Yan Dan reached out and touched Zhao Zheng's forehead. Sure enough, after being injured and sweating, and eroded by the night dew, Zhao Zheng developed a high fever.Yan Dan only thought for a moment, then took off his outer shirt and wrapped it around Zhao Zheng.He vaguely knew that Zhao Zheng needed to keep warm, but he didn't know other ways to take care of patients with high fever, so he was at a loss for a while.

He hugged Zhao Zheng and let Zhao Zheng lean on his shoulders, his cold body and hot body cuddling tightly.Yan Dan poked Zhao Zheng's forehead every once in a while, but the situation was not optimistic.

I hope that it will be daytime soon, and that Xia Wuqie can find them with rescue as soon as possible...

When it was dawn, Yan Dan was still asleep.He didn't hear Xia Wu's heart-piercing shouts, nor did he hear the sound of soldiers and horses stepping through the woods.

He didn't wake up until a hand suddenly tore open the vines beside the tree hole, and the faint morning sun shone on Yan Dan's face.The tense nerves were not relaxed yet, at that moment Yan Dan thought that the enemy had discovered them, and suddenly swung the short dagger out of his hand.Knowing that he saw the face of the visitor crying with joy, he stopped his strength all of a sudden.

"Wu Qi, you're finally here." After saying this, Yan Dan fell into a coma.

It has been a month since Yandan and Zhao Zheng met again.

After Xia Wuqie brought people here that day, the two were taken back to their respective mansions as quickly as possible, and asked for medical treatment.Zhao Zheng was wounded by an arrow, physically exhausted, and had a high fever. His condition was very serious.Fortunately, he was in good health, and his fever subsided after lying on the bed for three days, but he had to rest for the arrow wound.Yan Dan was unscathed, but because of his weak body, he also suffered from the wind and cold, so he rested for more than ten days.

And Xia Wuqiu, he was scratched by Yandan's dagger on the wrist, and almost hurt his veins.After the medication, there was still a shallow crescent-shaped scar left.Yan Dan blamed himself for this.

"No, I don't blame the young master." Xia Wuqi said seriously. "My son didn't do it on purpose, I know. And it's not a big deal."

Yan Dan still couldn't rest assured, so she turned her head and asked Chu Hua to give Xia Wuqi a good plaster.

"You're still so kind." Zhao Zheng sat opposite Yan Dan, with one leg bent, not as dignified as usual, and looked a little lazy. "I don't know if we will be lenient towards those who hunted us down?"

"Has it been interrogated?" Yan Dan was not surprised at all. "Who is in charge?"

"No." Zhao Zheng shook his head regretfully, his eyes darkened. "Those killers are dead men. They would rather commit suicide than fall into the hands of the other party. We interrogated the only one who was caught for a month. If you don’t pay attention, you bite your tongue and kill yourself.”

Yan Dan was silent for a long time, and seemed to be very disgusted and extremely saddened by these killings.After a while, he said, "Zheng, you must have your own guesses about this incident?"

Zhao Zheng smiled: "After lying down bored for so many days, I naturally thought about it carefully. How dare you say you have no idea?"

"Yeah." Yan Dan also smiled. "Then you talk about it first and see if it is consistent with mine."

"Actually, it's not hard to guess. The result of this matter is most beneficial to whoever did it." Zhao Zheng analyzed. "That group of people regards you and me as targets, maybe it's the result of the cooperation between the two parties."

"Yes." Yan Dan nodded, indicating that Zhao Zheng's thoughts were the same as his own. "So, who do you think it is?"

"Of course you know the form of Yan Kingdom best. As for me..." Zhao Zheng pondered. "That group of people is so clear about your and my whereabouts. It is very likely that my mother's family has spies and has taken refuge with my father's brother. You also know about the prince's family."

"Well, I have a rough idea of ​​who it is. It's just that I don't want to say." Yan Dan smiled wryly. "If you have a chance, you should be intimidated, otherwise there will be such a thing next time."

"That's right." Yan Dan suddenly remembered. "Haven't you always been ignored in Qin? If the purpose of the mastermind behind the scenes is to compete with your father, then, isn't it..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a rush of footsteps, and a servant brought by Zhao Zheng ran into the house, knelt down in front of Zhao Zheng, but couldn't speak a word out of breath.

"Why are you so reckless?" Zhao Zheng scolded dissatisfiedly. "Is it the same in our own house?"

"Young master, great joy!"

"What?" Zhao Zheng and Yan Dan stood up.Thinking of the half of Yan Dan's unfinished sentence, both of them jumped up in their hearts.

"Young Master's father, Young Master Zi Chu, has been conferred the crown prince a few days ago!" The servant's eyebrows jumped up in joy. "Qin State sent people to pick up Madam and Young Master, Madam sent people to tell you to go back quickly!"

Zhao Zheng turned his head to look at Yan Dan, with mixed emotions in his heart.This was a day he had been looking forward to since he could remember, but when it really arrived, he was shrouded in the melancholy of separation before he could be happy for a long time.

"My lord, no one will bully us anymore." The servant was already weeping with joy.

"Congratulations." After being stunned for a moment, Yan Dan smiled reluctantly at Zhao Zheng. "Don't be sad, we will see you again."

"Then will you go see me off?" Zhao Zheng asked softly.

"of course."

The author has something to say: Today is Qixi Festival, the hard-pressed author has come to update...

It is tiring to write historical texts. I have to look up the data when I write about any plot, and I am always worried that the details in the text are not historically true. More importantly, it is so unpopular and the data is really bleak.

Let’s write some shit in the next article, how about the empress [lay down]