The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 388 Send him back to the grassland

Jun Yeli reached out to catch Feng Wuxie, looked at her tear-stained little face, felt distressed, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and said softly: "You did a good job, the future will be long, I will not let you down." It will make the person who killed Han Yefei live for a long time."

The mountain that was suffocating in Feng Wuxie's heart finally moved away, she cried like a tearful person, sobbing like a child, venting the pain in her heart.

Seeing her crying like this, Jun Yeli finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted her on the back lightly, helped her calm down, and silently accompanied her.

This battle, as expected by Jun Yeli, Gong Moran lost one of his hands and was no longer able to fight. He was defeated all the way, and when he fled back to Dongze, there were only less than [-] troops left.

When she learned that Hongxiu was going to take Han Yefei's coffin back to Beimo, Feng Wuxie's first reaction was that she must accompany Han Yefei to finish the journey.

If he couldn't watch him die in peace with his own eyes, Feng Wuxie would never feel at ease in his whole life.

Therefore, when Feng Wuxie said these words to Jun Yeli, he just sighed heavily, hugged Feng Wuxie silently, and said to her: "My husband knows that you value love and righteousness. If I don't let you You go, I'm afraid you will blame me for the rest of your life, how can you bear it as a husband, so..."

"So, you'll let me go, won't you?" Feng Wuxie raised his face and looked at Jun Yeli and said.

Jun Yeli chuckled lightly, with a charming and enchanting smile, nodded and said, "Yes, not only for you, but also for my husband."

"Are you going too?" Feng Wuxie frowned, and asked in doubt: "Then what about Yuzhou? If the enemy invades, what should we do?"

They took Yuzhou with great difficulty. If the commander-in-chief of the first army left like this, wouldn't it give the enemy a chance to succeed?
"Gong Moran won't come here for a while. As for the other minions, they won't be a problem. Zhou Delong and Bai Xiao will stay here, and Shangguan Qingyue and Du Chun will assist them. I don't worry." Jun Yeli Stretching out his hand, he brushed the broken hair from Feng Wuxie's ear behind his ear, and said with a faint smile.

Feng Wuxie hugged Jun Yeli tightly, feeling apologetic in her heart. These days, she was deeply hit by Han Yefei's incident.

She was only immersed in her pain, but Feng Wuxie forgot that Jun Yeli was suffering the same grief as her.

Moreover, he had to take care of various affairs in the barracks, and take care of Feng Wuxie's emotions, and had been silently guarding her.

Even at night, he didn't dare to sleep too deeply, for fear that Feng Wuxie would do something out of the ordinary, even when he was sleeping, he would tightly tug on Feng Wuxie's sleeve.

For several days in a row, even hard-working people couldn't stand it anymore.

Under Jun Yeli's eyelids, there was a faint blackness, which was obviously caused by lack of sleep. If he loved her and tolerated her man, how could Feng Wuxie not feel sorry for her?

Fearing that Jun Yeli would be worried, Feng Wuxie forced a smile and said, "Okay, with my husband by my side, I'm not afraid of anything."

Jun Yeli rubbed Feng Wuxie's beautiful hair, and said in an intoxicating voice, "Don't work too hard these days, and don't drink too much."

At the celebration banquet earlier, Jun Yeli told Feng Wuxie not to drink alcohol more than once, but now he mentioned it again, Feng Wuxie asked in a puzzled way: "Husband, why don't you let me drink?"

Although she is not as good at drinking as Jun Yeli, her wine quality is not bad.

Seeing that Jun Yeli didn't answer, Feng Wuxie asked another question, and he forced himself to speak, but he stammered a bit: "Du Chun said, said..."

It was rare for him to be so indecisive, Feng Wuxie couldn't help but ask, "What did he say?"

Seeing that Feng Wuxie was about to become impatient, Jun Yeli said quietly: "A woman can easily conceive a child during the ovulation period..."

"..." Feng Wuxie couldn't help being silent for a while, and soon understood Jun Yeli's meaning, she turned around with some guilt, and whispered: "Du Chun has a big mouth."

She imparted this knowledge to Du Chun, but she didn't expect him to use it to plot against her. When she sees him later, she must make him look good.

Feeling Jun Yeli's scorching eyes looking at him, Feng Wuxie couldn't help but sighed in mourning, and touched his stomach helplessly.

It's been half a year, why haven't the seeds germinated at all?

No wonder Jun Yeli got anxious and started counting her ovulation period.

"That's not what I meant." Seeing Feng Wuxie's hand touching her belly, she fell silent, Jun Yeli thought it was because she minded that she was not pregnant, so she hastily clarified.

Feng Wuxie shook his head generously, and met Shangjun Yeli's eyes frankly: "Actually, this kind of thing can't be forced, it's better to let nature take its course."

And now is not the time to have children.

Right now, Jun Yeli and her are at odds with each other, walking on a tightrope every day. If she is pregnant with a child at this time, it will only become a burden for him.

Seeing what Feng Wuxie said, Jun Yeli breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes flickered slightly, and he asked tentatively, "You don't blame me?"

"No wonder." Feng Wuxie smiled, threw himself into Jun Yeli's arms, and said softly, "We should cherish the present and live each day to the fullest."

Han Yefei's death made Feng Wuxie understand that human life is very fragile, if you are floating in the midst of caressing and worrying about gains and losses, it is better to hold on to the person in front of you firmly.

Don't wait until you lose it before you know how to cherish it.

"Let's go and see Hongxiu." Feng Wuxie said.

Jun Yeli nodded, and walked towards Han Yefei's mourning hall with her in his arms.

Twilight was sinking, the gloomy sky was overwhelmed by dark clouds, and it was so dull that people could not breathe. The surrounding lanterns had already been lit, but the weak light of the fireflies could not even illuminate the road under their feet.

In the huge mourning hall, Hongxiu was dressed in filial piety and knelt in front of Han Yefei's coffin. After many days of accompanying the spirit, the heroic woman had already lost her former splendor.

Her cheeks were sunken, and her face was no longer lifeless. Her big, round eyes became darker and brighter, and there was always water vapor in the corners of her eyes, but there were no more tears shed.

Her tears had already dried up.

The red sleeve's face, illuminated by the dancing flames, had a somewhat rosy color, but upon closer inspection, the complexion was too pale, and even that rosy color seemed extremely unreal.

The red sleeve lowered her brows and eyes, and the needle and thread in her hand kept shuttling. Upon closer inspection, there were bright blood stains on the silk thread.

After a while, Hongxiu straightened up, looking at the man in the coffin, his sad eyes finally had a gleam of joy: "My lord, Hongxiu will take you back to Mobei tomorrow, and that is your home. Hongxiu knows, you must I really miss the aroma of green grass, the taste of kumiss, and the unrestrained running in the vast sky..."

The face of the man inside the coffin was peaceful and serene. If it wasn't for the fine stitches around his neck, Hong Xiu would not have believed that Han Yefei had gone like this.

Stretching out her hand to touch those fine silk threads, Hong Xiu's nose was sour, and her misty eyes finally shed a tear.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

The sound is like blood, and every word is full of tears.

Hongxiu was crying out of breath, lying on Han Yefei's coffin, sobbing non-stop, as if trying to wake up the man who was sleeping in it.

Seeing this scene, Feng Wuxie felt as if her heart was being pricked densely by thousands of silver needles, the pain was so painful that she almost couldn't breathe.

Moving with stiff steps, Feng Wuxie came forward and lit three incense candles, inserted them in front of Han Yefei's coffin, knelt down, and bowed down.

Hong Xiu still didn't look at her, but mechanically moved her hands like a puppet, her voice was as low as a mosquito, but firm but full of rejection: "The person your king cared about most before his death was you, you are precious, why bother?" What about running with Hongxiu? If he finds out, he will definitely feel bad."

Feng Wuxie didn't care about Hongxiu's teasing, knowing that she hated her in her heart, this pimple would definitely not be resolved in a while.

"It's not an exaggeration to say that I was a friend of his. If I don't even send his coffin to him, I will be in vain."

The corners of Hongxiu's mouth tugged slightly, as if trying to force a smile, but that smile fell into Feng Wuxie's eyes, but it was full of sarcasm.

"Are you a cat crying for a mouse?"

Feng Wuxie's heart twitched, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he felt that saying anything at this time was superfluous.

"I know you blame me. If possible, I would rather die by myself than let him, let him..."

If Han Yefei hadn't discovered the enemy's spies, he wouldn't have chased them out and fell into the enemy's trap.

And all of what he did was for Feng Wuxie, Hongxiu blamed her, so he was complaining about Han Yefei in disguise.

He hated him for not cherishing himself, and would rather die by himself than drag Feng Wuxie down.

At the same time, Hongxiu was very envious of Feng Wuxie, if she could get such protection from Han Yefei, even if she died, she would be willing.

Jun Yeli stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold Feng Wuxie's icy little hand, looked at Han Yefei's coffin, his face was full of regret: "Girl Hongxiu, please mourn, the situation in Beimo now, I think you are worse than me." Clearly, without our protection, Han Yefei would not be able to return to Beimo smoothly."

Jun Yeli's words didn't mean to threaten at all, and his personality was very clear, if he wanted to attack Han Yefei, he wouldn't wait until now.

So what did he mean by these words, isn't it?
Hong Xiu suddenly raised his head, looked at Jun Yeli with red eyes, and a flame of hatred was ignited inside: "The king's coffin is still outside, are they so impatient?"

Jun Yeli nodded apologetically, and his voice was as low as ever: "Although I have tried my best to suppress it, this matter is of great importance. The other party wants to let the news out, and there are ways. For this, I am sorry."

Hong Xiu's eyes still looked at the man in the coffin reluctantly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually turned cold: "The king has only been gone for a long time, and they are about to seize the throne. Even if they want to seize the throne, they will have to wait for the king to rest. Before, I would never allow it."

Jun Yeli agreed empathetically: "As long as I'm here, those people will not dare to act presumptuously in front of you, and his coffin will definitely be placed in the best place."

(End of this chapter)