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I am already hungry and have no strength, he will not listen to anything that is said, the more we walk in this place where no one will enter, we will still turn back, on the prairie, we will never be able to determine the direction, and when we turn back, we will always be unable to figure out where we are going back to. Hungry and tired between sleep and sleep, he was always walking, his feet were also bleeding, and his steps were as slow as the drifting clouds. No matter what, he still wanted to take me out of the prairie.

My gaze was a little dispirited and powerless, but I don't know where it came from, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, "Lang Xiao, my name is Yun Zhiqiu. Yun Zhiqiu, ah." Perhaps there would be no more chances to speak in the future.

"Yes." He rustled in response, rocking from side to side.

"Lang Xiao, I want to go home." I said miserably.

He said, "I'll take you back."

Tears fell drop by drop onto his shoulders. His hands gripped my feet tighter. I miss my mother, I miss my home, I want to go back.

The person I hate hasn't come when I've been through so much, when I say I love you.

The oath he said, everything he said, he didn't do.

You can't give me hope, but why did you say so? I can put Xia Junchang aside, I can put everyone else aside. Only you can make me hate you, but I can't let you go. The more I whimper, the more I cry. What I hate the most is what I can't let go.

The voices, the shouts of the horses, the loud voices. It's not a dream. I really heard a voice.

Lang Xiao shouted in excitement, "There's someone! There's someone! Yun Zhiqiu!"

Hmm, I heard it. I saw it too. There were many people riding on horses. They were all dressed in the most powerful military uniforms, and there was also that bright yellow flag.

There were people, but their vision was blurry. They wanted to see their faces clearly, but they couldn't.

Lang Xiao carried me on his back and quickly turned around to run away from them.

The sound of hooves whistled past his ears and he fell to the ground. I rolled to one side, my eyes yellow from the yellow banner.

A pair of hands, gently half picked me up, with the handkerchief wipe my face, very softly called: "Zhiqiu."

So far away, so strange, so familiar, through the sound of time and everything, and with every cry, my heart lurches.

The water dripped on my lips, and I opened my mouth greedily, wanting to drink more. God knows we didn't drink any more after we drank from the lake on the prairie.

The dry lips opened a little in pain, and the wet fingers gently rubbed my lips. The abominable people wouldn't let me drink it all, but they would slowly drop down to my lips one drop at a time for me to drink.

"Zhiqiu." His wet fingers stroked my face again, filling his heart with pain.

I don't know if it is just an illusion, but do you still feel heartache for me?

You touch my face, so light that I feel like I'm crying. I want to jump up and glare at you, scold you, I can even look at you more coldly, but why do I cry when you hold me in your arms?

Dry eyes, out of the heart of the deepest tears, wet your clothes.

Hug hard, heart almost against heart, it is a kind of warmth and a kind of vibration, I feel, I am alive, I feel, you are here.

Tears, because met, in the end some fate of the tug, so many circles, or will see you again, dig three feet, you found me.

He picked me up, the sleeves over my face to keep the sun out of my face, the soft fabric with its faint scent that made my weathered heart calm down.

Lang Xiao was also saved, but he was escorted away. He didn't want to continue shouting angrily, so I couldn't hear his voice when he was far away. He was afraid that I was thirsty, so he kept blocking the sun, and always stopped to give me water, and once again fed me a nutritious meal. He kept wiping and turning his face, and the wet towel slid through his fingers, washing away all the filth on his fingers, just like how I was some newly-unearthed treasure, careful and happy.

How long had it been since he last felt this sort of love in the palm of his hand?

When I arrived in the northwest, no one had ever hugged me so tightly and doted on me so carefully.

Two streams of sparkling and translucent tears rolled down his cheeks. He used his palm to catch them and said hoarsely, "Don't cry, Zhiqiu. I was wrong."

Is it forgivable if you make a mistake? It was a mistake, but what were you planning to do next?

I don't know. My heart is in a mess right now. Once in the most desperate moment, I don't want to have hatred, I can't let you go, when the sky is full of lightning flash, I want someone to hug me tightly.

The one I hate the most is you, the one I can't let go of the most, or you, but if I really return to your side, I wouldn't even dare to open my eyes.

I don't like to be used, and it hurt me so badly, but I hope for the warmth of the dream. Tell me, what am I to do?

You are a collapsed well, and I am the falling quicksand, rustling as it flows, the sound of happy passing, but I fall into the endless place and get smashed into pieces.

His body was as soft as a sheet as he carried her back to where there was smoke.

He told me to prepare the hot water and clean it up. I held on to his clothes with both hands, but he somewhat awkwardly called for a maid to attend to me.

With a sigh, he said, "Zhi Qiu, don't be afraid when I come."

I'm not afraid, I know that you've come, do you want me to jump up and welcome you, then I really can't do it, I turned my head and should not have said a word to him. After he had left, I opened my eyes and looked at the huge tent.

That gentle voice finally brought me back to reality.

Nodding to the palace maid to help me sit up, a bucket of hot water floated in with the scent of the petals, and the bruises on my arm and the side of my waist were clotted and painful to the touch. These wounds will heal soon, the wounds in my heart will still hurt, and when I'm not with him, I slowly lick the wound, wanting to let go of these grudges, but when I see him, these grudges will still surface one by one.

He felt light after washing up. It was only after he ate some more did he feel that he was still alive.

In the mirror, I was like a completely different person from before. My face was red and yellow from the sun, and there was even a scrape of unpleasantness to it. I was so haggard that it felt like I had been sick for a long time.

Lying down on the soft bed, all my bones relaxed, I could finally get a good night's sleep without worrying that I wouldn't wake up.

It was so comfortable, like sleeping on green grass in the evening, covering the bed, or the gauze next to the bed, so that the wind gently touched my face, a little ticklish, so that I thought it was the old goat that had nudged me, and touched my face with its furry hair, and I reached out to grab at the hair I was trying to grab, but instead I grabbed a hand.

"Zhiqiu." He softly called out, "Don't move, I'll apply medicine for you."

I opened my eyes and looked at him silently, he was holding a towel in one hand, and the faint smell of medicine was coming out from the towel. His smile, being so close, being so beautiful, being so blue in the sky, his face was so soft, being so beautiful in the grassland, his face was so handsome, and his eyes, which were as dark as water, were filled with pain and a smile.

"Does it hurt?" he asked me softly.

"No," I said flatly.

He didn't ask, didn't say anything, and gently applied the medicine.

I couldn't help but ask, "Why did you come?"

He put down his napkin and put his hand on my right cheek. He said very seriously, word for word, "I have you in my heart."

It was a really funny reason, so I laughed out loud: "I don't know what use I have now, could it be that the Lee family has fallen, and there's still the Yang family? Hmm, maybe you can use me to deal with Xia Junxiang. After all, he's in the northwest. Now that his mufei is here, there must be something that can stop him, right? "Sigh, that's right. My stomach was only stabbed once by someone. With such a big place on my body, there are plenty of places to cut."

"Stop talking." he shouted savagely.

I smiled and coldly looked at his angry expression. Why?

After a while, he softly said, "Eat some food first. You've been in the grassland for so many days, you must be hungry and tired."

It was clear to me that I was on guard again. "Where is Zatsi? And Ramyama? " He couldn't hurt them.

He pressed down on my shoulder. "Don't be agitated. I have said that I will respect you."

But I just couldn't sit still. I had enough sleep and enough to eat, and I didn't want to sit with him. The carriage was moving slowly, and there was the sound of cattle and sheep on the road.

I sat outside the car and didn't want to face him. Eunuch Chen looked at him carefully. I stared at him. "What are you looking at?"

"This servant doesn't dare." He was shocked.

Feeling very depressed, he drove his car. I hugged my feet as I sat on top of the carriage. Behind me were faint eyes that seemed to be able to see through my back.

Northwest, such a beautiful place, I really want to stay here. I will learn to be strong, but before I can learn to throw him out of my heart, he has already arrived.

His foot was still aching, covered in thick gauze, but he was still frivolous. He needed something to calm his heart down.

I began to sing, singing some Northwest ballad I didn't know well, a song Zaitsi used to sing, but my voice was really unpleasant, sad and disorderly.

He put his arm around my waist from behind and carried me into the big carriage. Leaning his back against my back, he said in a low voice, "Zhiqiu, don't be angry with me. I swear that nothing like this will ever happen again. We won't think about the past anymore. Let him pass as soon as it's over."

He said it so lightly that I looked up at him seriously and calmly and said, "I can't forget how painful that knife was, how my hands were stained with blood, how I begged for help, and how they told me that the child was gone and I was a fool to be in pain. "After I recovered, I became even more afraid of you. I loved following you and felt your love for me. Everything was very beautiful. So it was just a dream."

I wanted to cry again, but I cried too much, and it was futile, and I didn't believe that tears would change me.

He cupped my face in both his hands. "I forgot, Zhiqiu, I will love you more than once. If you take one step forward, you will pass this hurdle. We will all be very happy."

"Do I love you?" I asked, turning to him.

He thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

It turned out that love was a word that required time to think, to think, or perhaps the love of an emperor.

"What do you love about me? The current me is not like the Yun Zhiqiu of the past nor is it like the Imperial Concubine Mu in your heart. Why do you still love me? Hehe, I've changed. Didn't you notice? "Your majesty, you've come to find me, but I'm not the me of the past."

His finger traced across my face, across my eyebrows, and across my nose. Slowly, warmth rubbed onto his face. "I didn't like you because you were like Imperial Concubine Mu."

"Your majesty, I really remember the past. I remember everything you said, so you can only blame me for looking somewhat similar to Imperial Concubine Mu. At the time, I really hated my face, but now that it's changed, I feel more at ease. I'm not afraid to tell you that I've been abducted and humiliated by others along the way, and that there are no lack of other men on the prairie. If I had already lost my virginity, how would you feel?"

A cold glint appeared in his eyes. "I will kill those men."

"Then can you pretend that nothing happened?"

He turned his head and looked through the screen at the green grassland.

I forced him, I just said some things that others wanted to say, and he wouldn't accept it if I said it, but if I returned to the palace and others said it, it would be one thing if he accepted it, but as for me, I deserve to be insulted, so is it hard for me to live by myself? This was what he meant by "pampering". He always had to take time to think about it.

The things he wanted became cheap.

He looked out the window, and I looked out the window, as far as I could reach, but I felt a great distance between us.

After a long time he said lightly, "I'll kill the men who touched you."

His words were filled with a domineering killing intent. Whether a man says he loves you or not, that's how selfish he is.

Sighing, I put my hand under my pointed chin. It wasn't hard to do this, but I knew how to protect myself. I wasn't raised in a respectable environment, and the uglier it was, the less outstanding and sick it was, the harder it was to protect myself.