After understanding that Zong Luo came to the front line with a hidden identity, Lu Anfu sighed, “His Majesty would let you come, this old minister really didn’t expect it. But no matter what, today is different from the past, you must take care of your body.”
A general should not say this, but in front of a general, Zong Luo was still the Crown Prince of the Great Yuan, and nothing was more important than his life.
“I know.” Zong Luo nodded solemnly.
Lu Anfu had always admired the Third Prince, and now he was even more satisfied with him, and began to discuss Lord Wu An with him.
Thinking back to the past, he was a character of Lord Wu An’s generation, and he was often rubbed on the ground by this war god of Yu Country. Now hearing about Lord Wu An’s end, he couldn’t help but sigh a bit.
It wasn’t until he had a hard time chatting with old General Lu that Zong Luo finally got to rest in the mansion.
They were still about eight days away from the front line, and BaiCity was the last stop for them to rest midway. The next time they have to wait until they reach the stationed point.
The frontline military reports have also been sent over one after another, and now many places know that Pei Qianxue, from Great Yuan, would sit in the rear going to the Wei Country under the escort of Xuan Cavalry.
Since the news had been released, after entering the territory of Wei Country, it was very likely to encounter continuous assassinations.
Zong Luo must disguise himself in Bai City, at least he couldn’t be so conspicuous with his white hair and Zhao Yebai, otherwise it would be a self-inflicted snare.
Just after tidying up everything, he suddenly remembered what Pei Qianxue had said a few days ago, so he walked out of the temporary sleeping hall.
Coincidentally, Pei Qianxue was not far away, so Zong Luo asked, “Ah Xue, didn’t you have something to tell me?”
The green-robed prime minister hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, “Jin Yu, I have never asked you before, you and the King of Beining–”
Zong Luo interrupted him, “The war is urgent, these personal affairs should be put aside. Even if I have a private enmity with the King of Beining, it should be suppressed for the time being in front of the national righteous cause.”
This was also a direct answer to the muddled account with Yu Beizhou.
Unexpectedly, Pei Qianxue was silent for a long time, looked at him deeply, and replied, “You are right, before the nation, there are no personal affairs. Now it is the decisive battle against the Wei Country, and it cannot be affected by these miscellaneous things.”
After speaking, the green-robed prime minister, who seemed to have been worried for the past few days, seemed to have deeper worries.
Zong Luo looked at Pei Qianxue in confusion, but couldn’t see anything from the latter’s face that was used to hiding his thoughts, so he had to give up.
After the meeting was over, it was already dusk.
Outside, it was drizzling, and it seemed to start raining again, pattering on the eaves, making a sound.
Creak–
Zong Luo lit the candlestick and closed the window.
The damp and cold room had already been warmed by the brazier.
He took off his boots and socks, lay on the bed, and placed Zhanlu within reach next to his pillow, slightly closing his eyes.
Bai City was not big, but a small border town. The food at night was all beef and mutton enthusiastically offered by the people. They just roast it on the bonfire and eat it, sprinkled with salt grains, which was extremely delicious.
Besides the permanent army here, there were not many people. The night was quiet and serene, and one could only hear the sound of rain through the window.
Accompanied by such rain, Zong Luo fell asleep in a daze.
The breathing sound in the room finally fell into long and continuous.
The candle on the bronze candlestick burned shorter and shorter, and drops of melted white wax flowed down from the end of the flame, falling like tears to the bottom of the candle, and finally solidified on the surface.
The rain got heavier and heavier.
On the windowsill, a falling shadow slowly began to move.
After blocking the light, it spilled onto the table and gradually gathered into a human shape.
Behind the dark clouds, a graceful moonlight was reflected down by coincidence.
The place washed blurry by the rain lit up with a ghostly red.
Yu Beizhou stood in the rain, his lips pressed tightly. His hair and back were wet, and his black hair and red clothes were stuck together, like a decadent and enchanting mural.
The things in his arms were still dry, and no rain had wetted them.
He had been standing for a long, long time, even using the turtle breath technique he learned from Ghost Valley, and dared not approach under the eaves. Because there was no movement, and there was the sound of rain to cover it, thus the person in the room could not hear it.
The window lattice was silently pushed open a crack.
Perhaps sensing the cold wind, the candle in the room flickered a few times, and plainly extinguished.
The hand that was stretched out paused for a while, perhaps afraid that the wind would disturb the rest of the person in the room, or perhaps for other deeper reasons, it stopped forever.
After a long, long time, until the candle burned out, the shadow on the table finally disappeared.
When Zong Luo vaguely sensed it and opened his eyes in confusion, there was only a wisp of smoke left on the table after the white candle was extinguished.
The moonlight fell on the window with the refracted rainwater, where it was tightly sealed, very stable, without any extra gaps.
He stared at the corner outside the window, unsure if it was a dream.
