20demayo Chapter 377
Chapter 377
When Nalan Jingwen saw Helian Ziyu, he was clearly taken aback. He was still full of vigor, but there was a hint of fatigue between his brows, and even a few gray hairs had appeared at his temples. He was engrossed in writing something on the table until he heard footsteps, at which point he looked up.
Upon seeing Nalan Jingwen, his eyes lit up instantly. He slammed his hand on the table and rose to his feet, charging straight at her with a fierce killing move.
Seeing this, Xue Qingheng instinctively stood in front of her, but Nalan Jingwen pulled him away, easily deflecting the incoming killing move and successfully counterattacking, pinning him against a pillar.
Nalan Jingwen glanced at Xue Qingheng. Helian Ziyu's move didn't involve any internal force; it was just a simple punch and kick. She didn't believe Xue Qingheng couldn't even see that.
Upon receiving her gaze, Xue Qingheng calmly looked away.
Helian Ziyu laughed out loud, his laughter was hearty, and his eyes and brows were full of smiles.
"I heard you had your bones broken, but I didn't expect you to recover so well."
Nalan Jingwen released the person with a smile on his lips, instantly breaking the heavy atmosphere.
"Luckily survived."
Helian Ziyu shook her wrist, which was a little sore from the injury. "Being alive is also a kind of luck. God is protecting you."
Nalan Jingwen smiled slightly. She didn't know if her luck was good or bad, but she was determined to get her revenge from Heaven.
"Where is Nangong Shiyu?"
At this point, Helian Ziyu's smile faded slightly. "I'm injured and lying down."
"is it serious?"
Nalan Jingwen frowned.
"Fortunately, I'm still alive. I don't know where this Nangong Yu'an came from, but he managed to figure out our strategy so thoroughly. If it weren't for the Xue Guoshi, the city gate would have been breached by Nangong Yu'an long ago."
She sighed as she spoke, her brow furrowed with worry.
Helian Ziyu's personality is not suited to be an emperor. She is free-spirited and loves freedom. Power is a constraint to her. If she had other options, she probably would be off somewhere enjoying herself.
Nalan Jingwen patted her on the back, "How many men do we have left?"
"Less than 100,000."
Helian Ziyu looked at Xue Qingheng, who said, "More than 80,000 people."
"The enemy had a total of 300,000 men, and now there are about 180,000 left."
A difference of more than double.
Nalan Jingwen nodded, seemingly lost in thought.
Helian Ziyu's side originally had 150,000 men against the enemy's 300,000-strong army. Despite such a huge disparity, they managed to hold out for more than three months.
Fortunately, she brought 200,000 yuan with her; if she had arrived a few days later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
The group discussed things inside the tent until late at night before emerging. Nalan Jingwen looked at the boundless night and seemed to have thought of something. He then approached Xue Qingheng, who had stepped out after him.
Xue Qingheng stiffened for a moment at her approach, but relaxed slowly upon hearing her words.
Nalan Jingwen took two steps back. "How is it?"
Xue Qingheng nodded, "It's feasible, but light cavalry is too easy to expose. We need people with high martial arts skills and excellent lightness skills, but there are no such people in the army."
"some."
Nalan Jingwen looked to her side, and Xue Qingheng followed her gaze and saw Jingchi dressed in black. He was tall and straight, almost blending into the night.
When Jingchi saw the two looking at him, a hint of confusion appeared on his handsome face, and then he knelt down.
"Master please give me your instructions."
Mirror Pool's martial arts skills are beyond doubt, so sending him is the best choice.
Nalan Jingwen beckoned to him, and Jingchi stood up and approached. His warm breath brushed against his ear, and under the cover of night, his ears turned completely red. He nodded stiffly.
"My subordinate understands."
As she watched the figure gradually disappear into the night, a slight ripple appeared in Xue Qingheng's cold eyes, before she looked at Nalan Jingwen.
"I'll take you to rest."
Nalan Jingwen nodded and walked towards her tent. Xue Qingheng had helped her a lot, and the previous grudges were wiped clean. She no longer found him annoying, and even found him more and more pleasing to the eye, no longer having the repulsive appearance he used to have.
Feeling the gaze fixed on her, the man walking in front stopped and turned to look at her.
Nalan Jingwen, puzzled, asked, "What's wrong?"
Xue Qingheng stood with her back to the moonlight, her silvery-white hair shimmering in the moonlight, her face serene and aloof, like an immortal descended to earth.
"Your...body."
Nalan Jingwen waved his hand, "It's alright."
As she waved her hand, her sleeve slipped down, revealing a gruesome scar on her wrist. Xue Qingheng's eyes darkened, and a chill slowly gathered in them.
Nalan Jingwen walked forward without paying any attention, his shadow stretched extremely long in the moonlight.
"There's no need to dwell on the past."
Just a little bit of wind and frost.
"Chang Sheng said that you are seriously injured."
Nalan Jingwen paused noticeably, remaining silent. Xue Qingheng stepped forward, picked up her hand, and gently stroked the hideous scar on her wrist with his fingertips. The coolness of the touch caused the scar to disappear in the blink of an eye.
Nalan Jingwen withdrew his hand and lowered his eyes.
"What else did Changsheng say?"
Xue Qingheng stared at her.
"He said that the young master of the Pei family is taking care of you, but he is not taking very good care of you. However, he told me not to worry and that he will take good care of you."
Nalan Jingwen felt a strange urge to laugh. She recalled the journey to the Southern Wilderness, during which the person complained of pain here and there, constantly wanting to be carried or held, and being all fussy and complaining about this and that, treating her like a servant. Who was really taking care of whom?
For some reason, Nalan Jingwen couldn't laugh. She looked up at the bright moon in the sky and suddenly remembered that person saying that he wanted to lie in the snow and watch the moon, but he also liked to lie warmly in the snow and didn't want to lie in the cold.
She thought he was difficult to please, coming up with such a torturous method. He wanted to be warm and lie in the snow at the same time—how was that possible?
If one lies by a fire, the surrounding snow will melt, making this wish impossible to fulfill.
The man knew it was impossible and never mentioned it again.
Nalan Jingwen looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky and was momentarily dazed.
Even if it snows, his body would probably have to stay indoors, wrapped up tightly, watching the snow fall outside, unable to touch it.
He longed for warm snow, but wasn't that also because of his own health? This was the only hope he could have.
Nalan Jingwen felt a pang of regret. If only he had agreed, perhaps he could have lived a little longer because of that promise.
Warm snow isn't actually that difficult to get.
Xue Qingheng stood beside her, his gaze falling on the corners of her eyes, which were glistening with tears, before gently touching her chest, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Nalan Jingwen turned his head and patted his shoulder.
"You too, go back and get some rest."
After she finished speaking, she composed herself and walked toward her tent. Jinse stood at the door, dressed in thin clothes, craning her neck to look at her.
Nalan Jingwen quickly stepped forward, pulled him into his arms, and spoke with a hint of reproach in his voice.
"It's cold outside, why don't you wait inside?"
Xue Qingheng stood there, watching the man smile gently, then lower his head because of the woman's reproach, and finally his figure disappeared.
He stared for a long time, until the hem of his clothes was soaked with dew.