Noble First Daughter-in-law

Chapter 1062 You, grow up quickly...

"Nie Chong!"

As Yuwen Ye cried out, blood gushed out of control from the wound on Nie Chong's chest, instantly dyeing a large area of ​​the ground beneath him red, and his entire body was immersed in the blood!
Shan Tong'er cried out in amazement: "Brother Nie!"

He finally stopped being dazed and rushed forward to hug Nie Chong. However, this movement only made the wound on Nie Chong's chest deeper. Blood spurted onto Shan Tong'er's face. His clear eyes turned blood red in an instant, and the person and the world in front of him seemed to have changed color, as well as the world.

His tears flowed down like broken strings, causing the blood on his face to drip down, drop by drop, onto Nie Chong's face.

Nie Chong's face was as pale as paper. His ears, which were usually the most sensitive, seemed to be unable to hear anything at this moment. He only came back to his senses when he felt the hot liquid falling on his face. He moved his eyeballs with difficulty and looked at the kind boy who was holding him. His pale lips moved, but he seemed to have no strength to say anything.

"Nie Chong..."

At this time, Shentu Tai handed Shan Shiyu to the person beside him and walked back to him.

Those who have been through the battlefield for a long time have suffered countless injuries, and they know which injuries can be cured and which injuries cannot be cured even by the Golden Immortal. As soon as he saw the blood flowing out of Nie Chong's chest like a spring, he knew in his heart that there was no way to save him. The tiger's eyes, which were always fierce and could scare away many enemies on the battlefield, were now burned red by the tears. His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, but he still comforted him: "You, you hold on first, the doctor will be here soon-"

Nie Chong lowered his eyelids.

He wanted to tell Shentu Tai that he, like him, knew that this injury was incurable, but at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

So he just stayed there quietly, and after a moment, as if he had gathered enough strength, he shook his head gently, then looked up at Yuwen Ye, looked at Shentu Tai, looked at the soldiers around him who were either sad, or angry, or some who couldn't bear to glance away, and finally his eyes fell on Shan Tong'er beside him.

The small, pale figure reflected in his eyes finally brought back a little of his spirit.

Nie Chong sighed, but the blood that had been stuck in his throat suddenly came up, and he spat out a mouthful of blood unexpectedly. Another stream of blood gushed out from the wound on his chest, but it was not as turbulent as before, as if the blood was almost gone.

His life is almost coming to an end.

Shan Tong'er was crying so hard that he could not breathe. He trembled and hugged Nie Chong tightly. But no matter how hard he hugged, the body in his arms continued to tremble uncontrollably and slowly became cold.

"Brother Nie! Brother Nie..."

Listening to his heart-wrenching cry, Shentu Tai on the side could hardly hold back the tears in his eyes. He could only grit his teeth and turn his face away, then reached out and touched Shan Tong'er's head and pressed it hard.

This time, it seemed to be a comfort, but also seemed to carry a hint of unspeakable resentment.

Seeing this scene, a faint smile appeared in Nie Chong's dark eyes. His face seemed to suddenly light up, and even his eyes brightened up because of this smile. It seemed that his whole body had recovered its hearing and eyesight. He slowly turned his head to look, but the dark night obscured everything around him.

He sighed smoothly, and this time, he didn't cough because of the blood in his throat, but the words he said were full of blood: "Unfortunately, it's too late."

After saying this, he looked up at Shan Tong'er again, his eyes flashing with indescribable tenderness and lingering love.

After a long time, he whispered: "You, grow up quickly..."

As he spoke in a sigh-like voice, he slowly raised his hand, as if he was going to touch the top of Shan Tong'er's head. However, just as his hand reached his forehead, it suddenly sank and then fell heavily.

A gust of wind with a bloody smell blew onto Shan Tong'er's face.

Obviously, it was very light, but he felt as if he was slapped hard. For a moment, his ears "buzzed" and he seemed to hear nothing. Even the already dark night became darker, so dark that it was suffocating.

Until the people around him cried out in grief, until a tear finally fell from the corner of Shentu Tai's tightly closed eyes, until the ground suddenly shook, and the soldier and the military doctor rolled down from their horses and rushed over, but were ultimately helpless, Shan Tong'er finally regained some consciousness. He took another look at Nie Chong, who had closed his eyes forever and was no longer alive, and his eyes went black, and he completely fainted...

This night was extremely long for Shan Tong'er.

It was even longer than the days when he was put in a backpack and taken to the market for passers-by to see, than the long nights he spent hungry and tightening his belt, than the days when he was taken to Dayan Temple, knelt before the Buddha and listened to scriptures that he could never understand, and was hit on the head every time he dozed off.

He even felt that he might stay in this dark night forever and never wake up again.

But, you still have to wake up eventually.

When I opened my eyes again, it was two days later.

He looked at the figures sitting beside the bed with a wooden face. Although they looked very familiar, he knew they were the personal soldiers of Shen Tutai without even seeing them clearly. However, he could not see their faces clearly. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the joyful voices of the crowd: "Ninth Master, you are finally awake."

"Hurry, get someone to bring some food!" "Don't move yet. You've been unconscious for two days. You must be out of strength."

Shan Tong'er moved his hands and feet, but he was indeed weak. He would be very hungry if he didn't eat a meal. He had been unconscious for two days without eating, so it was no wonder that he couldn't move. Fortunately, these people were very considerate and soon someone sent him hot soup noodles. He was helped to sit up and lean against the head of the bed. The steaming, meaty soup was brought to his mouth. He lowered his head and instinctively drank a sip.

But as soon as he swallowed it, he immediately felt a tightness in his chest, as if there was not even a breath of air. He leaned over the bed and vomited with a "wow".

Everyone around exclaimed.

Everyone suddenly became busy, some patted his back, some helped him to calm down, and some wiped the corners of his mouth. It took a long time before they let him lie back on the bed. They had never seen Shan Tong'er unable to eat and even vomited. Everyone was a little at a loss - in fact, they knew why, but at this time, no one knew how to comfort him.

Just then, a heavy sound of footsteps came outside the tent, and then the tent was opened.

Shan Tong'er immediately raised his head, but the first thing he saw was the military camp outside the tent. Behind the tall figure, a group of soldiers were lined up in an orderly manner, and they seemed to be preparing to leave the camp to do something. But before he could see clearly, the next moment, the tent fell down.

Shentu Tai's tall figure slowly walked in, and all of a sudden, the entire tent, which was originally quite spacious, became small and cramped.

He gently waved his hand to everyone: "All of you go down and do what you need to do."

Everyone nodded and retreated silently.

As soon as they left, Shentu Tai strode to the bedside and sat down. When he lowered his head, he saw the filth that Shan Tong'er had just vomited on the ground. He stepped on it without changing his expression, and those things were immediately stepped into the mud, as if they had never existed.

Then he looked at the kind boy sitting at the head of the bed.

He had only been in a coma for two days, but the child seemed to have lost a lot of weight. The round and solid feeling he had in the past seemed to have been taken away in an instant, leaving behind a pale and weak body. Shentu Tai looked at him for a while without saying anything. He just reached out and picked up the soup bowl that those people had just placed beside the bed, blew on it twice, and then put it to Shan Tong'er's mouth: "Eat something first, you can't starve."

"..."

Shan Tong'er bit his lower lip and lowered his head to take a sip of soup.

The broth still tasted delicious, but the delicious taste rushed straight to his head, making him feel suffocated for some reason. He almost vomited it out again, but Shen Tutai's low voice rang in his ears: "Swallow it, there's not that much food, and there's not that much time for you to waste."

"...!"

These words hit him on the back of the head like a heavy punch.

Shan Tong'er's blank mind was shaken by turbulent waves, and in such a stormy sea, he suddenly heard a weak voice sighing and saying to him: You, grow up quickly...

A stream of boiling hot liquid surged up from his heart, almost breaking through his throat and burning his eyes red. Shan Tong'er gritted his teeth and swallowed the hot liquid, and finally swallowed the soup in his mouth.

Then, he took a second sip, and a third sip.

After a while, he finally drank half of the bowl of soup. He felt a little stronger and his mind was clearer. However, he did not look up at Shen Tutai. Instead, he looked at his own lost and dejected appearance reflected in the remaining half bowl of soup and said softly, "Brother Shentu, I, I..."

It seemed that it was really difficult to say it, and he hesitated for a long time but still couldn't explain it clearly.

Shen Tutai looked at him calmly and said, "Do you want to ask Nie Chong or your elder brother?"

Shan Tong'er's face immediately turned pale again.

Just talking about these two people together seems like a torture to him, but in his heart now, he can only let go of these two people.

His throat was choked and he said, "Brother Nie..."

Shentu Tai knew that he could not eat any more, so he put the remaining half bowl of soup aside and said, "Your Highness has ordered his coffin to be sent back to Chang'an for a military burial."

"..."

This time, Shan Tong'er couldn't hold back. Hot tears welled up in an instant and fell from his eyes.

After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Then, what about him?"