Yun Yang walked against the wind.
The north wind was strong but it could not blow away the depression in his heart.
"Whether my choice today was right or wrong, how can I say it now?"
"Perhaps it is wrong to not be able to settle the debt of gratitude and vengeance, but I hope that my choice will be useful in the grand scheme of things."
"I am still a citizen of Yutang after all."
"Personal grudges should be put aside for the time being when the country is in a precarious situation. Brothers, will you blame me? "
"Sigh, how can I not know what kind of people you are? It is destined that you will not blame me! "
"But I will blame myself!"
"The right and wrong in this world, the choice of right and wrong, is so difficult. It is not simply a matter of standpoint, nor is it purely a matter of wisdom. It is so helpless, so helpless!"
Yun Yang heaved a long sigh.
He had made his choice and knew that it was the best choice for the current situation. However, the gloom in his heart only grew, unable to be soothed.
He had given up on the first goal. Then, he might as well finish all the things that had been piling up.
The wind howled.
Yun Yang quietly came to Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan's residence.
Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan's residence had been gloomy for a long time. Qiu Jianhan had yet to wake up.
Old Mistress Qiu had invited countless famous physicians and almost all of the palace's royal physicians had moved into the Qiu Residence. The palace's countless rare medicinal herbs were almost emptied.
His Majesty the emperor had ordered them to move over first, whether they were needed or not! What if they were not available at the last minute when they were needed, delaying the task?
Save Old Marshal Qiu at all costs! Even if the emperor's blood was needed as a medicinal catalyst, come and get it!
Whoever could save this old bastard would be promoted three ranks and granted the title of duke, a hereditary title. Even if they were to rebel, they would be granted a death exemption medallion!
The Emperor's promise could not be said to be light.
The royal physicians were trembling in fear, as if they were treading on thin ice. Each of them had unleashed their trump cards, fighting with all their might.
Even so, the royal physicians were still reprimanded by His Majesty the emperor every single day.
No matter what you do, no matter what you do, the old marshal won't wake up. What can you do?! '
His Majesty would come for a checkup every three days. Every time he came, he would sigh for a long time, cry for a long time, be silent for a long time, and then scold the royal doctors furiously for a long time. He did not want to be angry. He knew that the royal doctors had tried their best, but there was nothing they could do.
However, each time he saw Qiu Jianhan looking like a living dead, he felt like killing someone.
It was late at night.
Old Mistress Qiu was beside Old Marshal Qiu's bed, taking good care of him.
Looking at Qiu Jianhan who looked like he was in a deep sleep, the old mistress sighed in melancholy. "Old Man Qiu, this old woman has been married to you for a lifetime … Why didn't I realize that you were actually so important? My heart was always on edge when you were away on the battlefield, afraid that you wouldn't be able to come back. Now that you're back and I can see you every day, my heart is still on edge …"
As she spoke, the old lady suddenly laughed. "What am I saying? Compared to those soldiers who died on the battlefield, you're much luckier. Even if you really can't wake up, I'll still be content. You're in front of me now …"
Just as she was mumbling, the soft sound of the wind could be heard.
In front of the bed, a black shadow appeared out of thin air.
"Who are you? What are you here for? " The old mistress was someone who had been through a lot. Despite the sudden appearance of the situation, she was not flustered at all, answering with composure.
"I am Supreme Cloud." The black shadow said, "I'm here to save Old Marshal from waking up."
The old mistress was stunned when she heard the words. Suddenly, she felt the world spinning around her, tears flowing uncontrollably from her eyes.
…
The latter half of the night.
Qiu Jianhan, who had been in a deep sleep for a long time, slowly woke up.
Now that Emmie had returned, Yun Yang would no longer treat most of the incurable illnesses in this world seriously. At the very least, he would not be as helpless as he was in the past.
In fact, the old marshal had probably exhausted too much of his life force and could not replenish it in time. Yun Yang had used his own blood essence to help him, which was equivalent to using the world's top heaven and earth resources to prolong his life. It could already ensure his survival, but the burden on the old marshal's physical body was also too great. It was difficult for him to fully unleash the effects of his precious blood. However, these conditions were insignificant to Emmie. It could be easily solved.
Unexpectedly to Yun Yang, the old marshal who had regained consciousness was almost devoid of negative emotions.
It was as if this deep sleep was nothing but a long, long dream to him.
To be more precise, it was a sweet dream, a sweet dream that he did not want to wake up from!
In the dream, so many old brothers, so many comrades-in-arms, who drank and ate with him, who crossed the mountains with him, who advanced with him.
Many of them were his old brothers who had sacrificed themselves many years ago. Now, they were all gathered together again. It was a rare joy!
He still remembered that many of his old brothers would ask the same question, "What will happen to my family after I die?"
This was Qiu Jianhan's proudest moment. He patted his chest and said proudly, "With your father here, what can happen to your family?"
"Are you looking down on your father? Don't believe in your father? Do you think that your father didn't take good care of them? "
Some of his old brothers asked, "How is our country?"
Qiu Jianhan was worried. "Still fighting. We can definitely win. We've won so many times, this time won't be an exception!"
Thus, everyone sighed and cheered together.
Some of his old brothers asked, "Who are the Nine Supremes?"
Qiu Jianhan was proud again. "Your father knows. Your father is one of the few who knows. Even Old Head Leng and Old Head Fang don't know this secret, but your father does. But how can your father tell you? Hmph … "
Many of them curled their lips and jeered, "This old man is already dead and he's still keeping it a secret. Who is he keeping it a secret to?"
Qiu Jianhan only laughed without saying a word. What he had promised, he had to keep it a secret even in death!
Hmm … death … could that be the reason?
However, it had to be said that the old marshal had been too relaxed, too happy, and too carefree during this period of time.
Every day, he had nothing to do but drink, chat, and bicker. Today, he would play with this; tomorrow, he would play with that. There were hundreds of thousands of brothers here.
He would never be lonely at any time!
Now, however, when he suddenly woke up and opened his eyes to see that he was actually still alive on his own bed, a surge of reluctance welled up in his heart.
F * ck, who was it that was so blind as to pull me back?
Your father hasn't had enough fun yet …
Then, he saw Yun Yang.
Yun Yang, dressed in black, looked like he was shrouded in smoke.
He recognized Yun Yang as well. There was only one person in this world who could be in such a state!
He understood the current situation immediately and his expression darkened as he grumbled unhappily, "Why can't you wait a little longer? Tell the prophet, I haven't had the time to bid farewell to them … "
Yun Yang was taken aback.
He could not wrap his head around it.
Farewell? What do you mean?
I really don't understand.
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