Ye Li came back to her senses and shook her head, "It's nothing … I've been so tense these days. I don't know what to do now that I've relaxed. "
Mo Xiuyao rubbed her hair apologetically and said softly, "It's all my fault, Ah Li … there won't be anything that can upset you in the future. I'll do whatever you want to do in the future, okay? " That's right, from now on, there was nothing that could annoy him. There was no one in this world that could threaten his Lili. The Northern Tribes had been defeated. They would not be able to recover for the next 30 to 50 years. Lei Zhenting was dead. Most of the elite soldiers of West-Hill were left at Feihong Pass. In the south, they still had to face the 300,000 soldiers led by Murong Shen and Marquis Nan from the Da Chu State. There was also the enmity between the Zhennan Palace and the Emperor Of Xiling. With Lei Tengfeng's ability, it was good enough that he could protect himself. As for the Da Chu State in the south, Mo Jingli had been exiled. A child who had not yet reached adulthood had ascended the throne. The power was only in the hands of the ministers and the Empress Dowager. They would not be able to cause any trouble. In the future … Who in the world would dare to touch his Miss Li?
Ye Li looked at him in surprise. Mo Xiuyao blinked and smiled, "Miss Li, why are you looking at me like that?"
Ye Li asked, "Are you planning to withdraw the troops?"
"We've finished fighting. What else can we do but withdraw?" Mo Xiuyao smiled.
Ye Li was silent. She did not expect Mo Xiuyao to withdraw so soon. These days, Mo Xiuyao's plans and strategies gave her a bad feeling. It was not that there was anything wrong with being ambitious. Mo Xiuyao had the ability and the qualifications to conquer the world. He even had the world under his control. But perhaps it was because these days, each battle was crueler than the last, that she developed an uncontrollable hatred for war. He had seen too many dead people in the past few years.
Pulling Ye Li into his embrace, Mo Xiuyao's handsome face carried a gentle smile. He gently patted Ye Li's back and said softly, "Li Li, are you tired? Why don't you rest for a while?"
Ye Li nodded unconsciously. She leaned against Mo Xiuyao and slowly closed her eyes. She was indeed a little tired. When Ye Li was fast asleep, Mo Xiuyao gently carried her to the bed. Mo Xiuyao leaned over to look at Yi Ran's beautiful face that was frowning slightly in her sleep. He tenderly raised his hand and gently traced her face. He whispered with a smile, "Silly Li, how could I not know what you are thinking? What's more … if I were to finish playing, wouldn't Mo Xiaobao become a prodigal? "
He gently covered Ye Li with a blanket. Mo Xiuyao turned around and left the room. There were a few lines of himself written on the top of the rice paper placed outside the room. It was obvious that the owner of the writing had forgotten to keep it in a hurry. "When the soldiers left the Huai border, the roads were clear. Crows flew in the cold sky. Pitiful white bones piled up in a lonely grave, all for the general's military achievements.
Using this poem to describe the Mohist army might be a little biased, but it was also obvious that the writer's thoughts and feelings about the current situation.
Ye Li was indeed very tired. When she woke up, the sky had already darkened. If Mo Xiuyao wasn't worried that it would be bad for her body if she didn't eat for too long, she might have continued to sleep.
Ye Li sat up and looked at Mo Xiuyao who was sitting leisurely by her bed. He didn't change at all before she fell asleep. She knew that he hadn't rested at all. In fact, Ye Li and the guards of Feihong Pass were not the only ones who were tired. Mo Xiuyao heard that Ye Li was still in Feihong Pass halfway, so he rushed back with his men. Then, there was a big battle with Lei Zhenting. It was impossible to say that he wasn't tired.
"Why didn't you rest?" Ye Li frowned and asked softly.
Mo Xiuyao shook his head with a smile and said softly, "Looking at Ye Li, I'm not tired … Ye Li has slept for a long time. It's time to get up and have some dinner." Ye Li looked at the man with a gentle smile in front of her speechlessly. It was as if the gloominess and ruthlessness when facing Lei Zhenting and Ling Tiehan had never existed. Looking at her silent appearance, Mo Xiuyao retracted his smile and pulled Ye Li into his embrace, asking softly, "Is Ye Li angry at me?"
Ye Li was silent for a moment. Then, she sighed softly and shook her head, saying, "No, I know … you're right."
Mo Xiuyao fell silent as well. After a while, he smiled and looked at Ye Li, saying, "It's just that you can't accept it, right? That's right. This time … I did it on purpose. How could those trash of Mo Jingli's be able to hurt me. Actually … I already had this plan when Ye Li handed me the list of Infinite Boundless Mountain's spies. I understand Mo Jingli. I know what he will do when forced into a corner. Li, you see. Now … everything is developing as I imagined. It's just that … I didn't think that Ye Li actually didn't listen to me and leave Feihong Pass. If it weren't for Ling Tiehan, even if he had arrived … Fortunately, I was right to leave Ling Tiehan alive back then … " Mo Xiuyao's hands around Ye Li's waist trembled slightly. However, he lowered his head and looked at Ye Li with a faint smile in his eyes and in his low voice. Such a stubborn smile made Ye Li feel even more bitter in her heart.
She couldn't blame this man. Ye Li gently leaned into Mo Xiuyao's embrace and thought silently. No matter how many things he did, no matter how many ideas he had that she couldn't agree with or accept, she would never be able to blame him. This wasn't his fault. He wanted revenge. He wanted to protect his family and loved ones. He wanted the Prince Ding Mansion to continue existing in this world. He wanted to get the most returns with the least effort. No matter how one looked at it, he wasn't wrong.
Mo Xiuyao gently hugged Ye Li and kissed her hair. He chuckled softly and said, "I really want to hide Ye Li in the safest and most beautiful palace in the world, where no one can see and no one can ever hurt Ye Li. But I can't do that … I know Ye Li doesn't like that. So … I want Ye Li to stand with me and face everything together, even if Ye Li doesn't like it. Ye Li, don't hate me, okay? "
Even if I know you hate these things, I'd rather tear them apart in front of you and show them to you. Because this was Mo Xiuyao … Mo Xiuyao wasn't a noble young master, nor was he an otherworldly immortal. Mo Xiuyao was an Asura from hell who climbed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Although Li was never a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse, Ye Li's heart was always kind and soft. How could she like this kind of bloody and cruel calculation and bloody battlefield? But … what to do? Mo Xiuyao only wants you to be with him.
"Xiuyao …" Ye Li sighed softly. She raised her head and looked into his gentle but stubborn eyes. She raised her hand and touched his snow white hair. She whispered, "It's not your fault, why would I blame you? I'm just … a little sad. I really want to convince myself that their sacrifice was worth it. Even if all 200,000 soldiers in Fei Hong Pass died, it would at least shorten the time of war by several years. During this period … the number of soldiers and civilians sacrificed would be more than 200,000. What's more … what does my sadness count as? I don't even know the names of most of the people, so how can I be sad for them? With so many people, even if I'm sad to death, I can only give them feelings for less than half a quarter of an hour. What does my sadness count as to them? It's just that … each of them has a family, relatives and children. Their pain will last for a lifetime. So … Xiuyao, I'm fine. I'm really just a little sad. Soon, I'll be fine. "
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