[Twelve Kingdoms] The way back

"The monster is coming! Run!" The ear-piercing screams exploded beside everyone's ears, spreading to everyone outside the city one after another.Zhaoyang was hit hard by people rushing towards the city gate from behind.Staggering before he could stand still, he was pushed to the front by the panic-swarming crowd.The rein in his hand was also forced to loosen.

Zhaoyang couldn't move in the crowd, and couldn't even take out the arrows in the quiver.If it is crowded like this, if it is not eaten by monsters, it will be trampled to death.Zhaoyang looked back with difficulty.In the distance is a wild boar-like monster, several times larger than ordinary wild boars, with huge sharp horns on top of its head. This is a hook jade, which often arches people with its sharp horns to hunt prey.

Gouyu is much easier to deal with than Qiongqi and Gu Diao, who are flying in the air and waiting for opportunities.It's just that Zhaoyang can't spare his hands now.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a little girl falling to the ground, but she couldn't do anything about it. Zhaoyang watched her being trampled to death by the people who came up behind her, and she fell to the ground in an extremely twisted posture.

An indescribable anger spread in her heart, "Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze!" Zhaoyang shouted at the top of her voice, but her voice was drowned in the shouts of "Help" and couldn't help at all.

The officers and soldiers in the city also hastily closed the city gate because of the appearance of the monsters, shutting out all those who wanted to take refuge in the city. People keep pushing up, hoping they'll get in if the door is opened.Zhaoyang only felt that his breathing became more and more difficult.

If this continues, they will all die here, and at the hands of others.

"Xiaobai! Xiaobai!" Zhaoyang shouted, now she can only pray that Xiaobai doesn't run away.

The ears of monsters are much more sensitive than those of humans. Xiaobai, who had not left the crowd, quickly recognized Zhaoyang's shout, leaped into the air, and took Zhaoyang out of the crowd. Flip it.

Zhaoyang lay on Xiaobai's body and took a deep breath of fresh air. After recovering, she stroked Xiaobai's head and praised: "Sure enough, I didn't spoil you in vain."

Zhaoyang didn't want to attract so much attention, but if she left like this, few people would survive.Not caring so much anymore, Zhaoyang drew his bow and arrow, aimed at Gouyu and shot at Gouyu.The bows and arrows she uses now are given by Shang Long, the superior winter implements, which are many times better than the ones she used before.Gouyu fell to the ground after three arrows.

The people recovered from the shock and finally dispersed to find their companions.In Zhaoyang, most of the people who fell on the ground died of suffocation due to crowding or being trampled to death by others.

It's not anyone's fault, but Zhaoyang still feels lost.

"I thought I couldn't catch up." Suddenly a voice sounded from behind, Zhaoyang turned his head and saw a man with a very familiar face in front of him.

"Taihe?" Zhaoyang hesitated.

Before he could answer, heart-piercing cries came from not far away, Zhaoyang walked forward quickly, pushed through the crowd and squeezed in.

In the center of the crowd was a woman sitting on the ground holding a boy about fifteen or six years old, crying bitterly.Zhaoyang squatted down and lifted the rag covering the wound on the boy's thigh.The boy's thigh was cut open by the sharp horn of Gouyu, and the white bones hidden under the flesh could be vaguely seen, and blood continued to flow from the wound.

The blood was not sprayed out, that is to say, the arteries were not injured.Zhaoyang immediately untied his hairband and tied it on the upper side of the boy's thigh, slowing down the speed of the blood flowing out.

The woman suddenly grabbed Zhaoyang's hand: "Girl, please, save my son."

"Sorry, that's all I can do. Hurry up and find a doctor and ask him to sew up your son's wound. Maybe there's still a chance."

"What are you kidding!" The woman shook off Zhaoyang's hand and hugged her son tightly, "He's already like this, do you still want to torture him!"

"I didn't. If you don't sew up the wound, your son will..." Zhaoyang explained.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the woman's words: "Sew! How to sew! Do you want him to die of pain!"

Zhaoyang woke up suddenly by this sentence, was silent for a moment, said "I'm sorry", got up and left.She has lived here for 20 years, but her thoughts are always modern.While that's not a bad thing, there are some things that just don't fit here.How could she have forgotten that the medical technology here is far less advanced than the world she was in before.

Taihe looked at Zhaoyang with complicated eyes, this girl's thinking is a bit like Shanke's.He once met a mountain guest who told him that he was a western medicine doctor before he wandered here, but after arriving here, his skills were useless.Because there is not enough equipment here to support his medical methods, only the wound suturing, only a strong-willed person can persist.

He still deeply remembers the mountain guest's last sigh: "I only know now that I am just standing on the shoulders of giants."

But isn't Zhaoyang an out-and-out local?

Taihe quietly followed Zhaoyang and saw her pick up a girl's body and walk towards the tomb outside the city.He built a grave for the girl, erected catalpa trees, and planted catalpa seedlings.Zhaoyang clasped his hands together and mourned silently. No one came to claim the girl's body for so long just now, which means that the people who came with her were not spared.

"It's not your fault." Taihe said.

"I know." Zhaoyang opened his eyes and stood up, "I just don't think her body can just rot in the wilderness like this."

"People have a ingrained fear of demons, so they can't be blamed for doing it."

Zhaoyang laughed: "I said I knew it. I used to be like them. I would run away desperately when I saw monsters." Not wanting to talk about this anymore, Zhaoyang changed the subject and asked: "Aren't you a flying fairy? How did you come here?" She knew that most of the Feixians had their own mansions, and it was rare for demons to appear in those places.

"You also said that I am a flying fairy, and at least I am a military commander. Now that there are so many monsters in the Liu Kingdom, how could I just stay at home and not care about anything. Just come down and walk around, and chop any monsters you see."

"In this case, why don't you go back, how many people can be saved by your own strength."

"Do you think the current army can still be mobilized to resist demons? Even immortals will die." Taihe said meaningfully, then shrugged, "So I have to save as much as I can."

"It happens that you also hate the hypocrisy and cunning of the officialdom." Zhaoyang continued.

Taihe opened his mouth and laughed, and patted Zhaoyang on the back: "How do you know?"

"Feng Han told me."

"Oh, so it was him."

Taihe and Zhaoyang had different paths, so they said goodbye at the gate of the city, and Zhaoyang continued to go to Junzhou.Finally, five days later, I arrived at the gate of Junzhou Zhoufu.After handing the letter to the little official at the door, after waiting for a while, someone welcomed her into the inner hall, served tea, and told her to wait a while.

Liutai's letter did not mention Zhaoyang's name, but only wrote that he was visiting on behalf of Yan.When Yingli was still thinking about how Yanyan would send envoys to visit him for no reason, she saw a figure sitting in the inner hall, and with just one glance, he knew it was Zhaoyang!He quickened his pace and walked in.

"Xiaguan Zhaoyang, pay homage to Zhouhou." Hearing the movement, Zhaoyang put down his teacup and got up, and knelt down in front of the person who was so familiar to him.

Yingli hurriedly pulled Zhaoyang up, and brushed the dust off her knees for her, "Aren't you born with me?"

"After all, I am here on behalf of the geese, and there are still people watching." Zhaoyang said in a low voice.

Yingli also realized that what he did was not in accordance with the rules of etiquette, so she let go of Zhaoyang, and waved the others back with a straight face.

Zhaoyang burst out laughing, "Yingli, I've never seen such a serious expression on your face."

Yingli smiled softly and didn't answer, she pulled Zhaoyang to sit down and asked, "How have you been these few years?"

"Don't you see that I am standing in front of you unharmed?" After meeting six years later, Zhaoyang had a lot to say, "By the way, weren't you still in the government a year ago? How about Lulin and Qingshan?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you when I have a chance. Lulin is in the imperial army now, and the green shirt is still in the government."

"Everything is fine."

"It's you, why did you become the messenger of the geese?"

"I'm working under King Yan now."

Yingli said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, there will be plenty of time in the future. The most important thing now is to let Zhaoyang come back: "Zhaoyang, your criminal record in Junzhou has been cleared. Qingshan and Lulin will find a way."

Zhaoyang is not at all surprised that Yingli would do this. Where there is white, there is black. Where there is light, there is shadow. There is no officialdom that is completely clean.Shang Long told her that what they can do is to reduce the bad part as much as possible instead of removing it.Rights are things that should be used when they should be used.And Yingli is not that kind of rigid person.

"You are abusing your private power." Zhaoyang said jokingly.

"People have to have selfish desires when they are alive." Ying Li's voice suddenly became low, and there was a look in Zhao Yang's eyes that she couldn't understand.

After all, they each missed the most important years in each other's growth. People change, and Zhaoyang and Yingli are no exception.

"Sorry, I was joking."

"It's not your fault, I just remembered something." Yingli continued, "Zhaoyang, come back."

"..." Zhaoyang paused, before speaking again: "Yingli, I have someone I like."

"Really?" Yingli clenched her hands tightly, "Then move out the household registration, can I ask who he is?"

"Yan Wang Komatsu Shanglong."

"King Yan!" Yingli raised her voice, "Zhaoyang, have you thought it through?"

"I've figured it out, I know Wang can't get married, can't have children, and can't..."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Yingli interrupted Zhaoyang's words with a stern tone, "Zhaoyang, do you know that the king doesn't get together casually just because he likes it, you can afford it..."

"I know, Yingli, I'm ready." Zhaoyang said firmly word by word: "In his position, seek his position."

How could she not have considered these.

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if anyone will have an opinion on Yingli’s actions. I can only say that whether it is the heroine or Yingli, they are not saints, so it is normal to have selfish desires, and they will complain about unfair rights, but I have rights Sometimes, it will not be foolishly left unused.

ps: Sorry everyone waiting, I should have made it clear yesterday, because there is no manuscript saved, so the update time is uncertain.It is recommended to read it the next day, but the date is more certain, put it up first, if there is a sentence that doesn’t make sense and typos, I will change it later