The rest of the time was spent clearing the battlefield. Junx slid down the wall, her hands bloody and miserable. Feng Qin held her hand in pain. Junx smiled, opened her hand, and looked at him
‘Moved?’
’…
Feng Qin’s hand paused for a moment, without looking up. Junxu let him bandage her, the wound on her arm was not deep, but it still stained her sleeve red. Feng Qin trembled as if he had been electrocuted when he touched it.
He looked up angrily, his long eyes reflecting in Junxu’s pupils. The wind seemed to stop at that moment, the sound in her ears gradually fading away. Her eyes welled up with tears, and Junxu reached out and covered his eyes, whispering softly in his ear
“We won, don’t cry.’
Winning sometimes means survival; sometimes, it means death.
Junxu narrowed her eyes. The smoke from the battlefield had begun to slowly settle. With the end of the war, her fate also began to fall bit by bit. The cunning rabbit is dead, the lackey is cooked, the birds are gone, and the good bow is hidden. Anyone who can rise to a high position will never leave a big hidden danger beside them.
The end of the war may be the end of her life. Or maybe she will be eliminated as soon as the situation is under control, before the end. Junxu held Fengqin’s hand through the thick cloth. If she died, these hands would definitely be the cause of her death.
Standing at the top of the crowd, looked up to, supported and relied on, looking at those tens of thousands of eager eyes was an indescribable intoxication. Junxu sat on the horse, looked at the kneeling crowd, and gently raised her head
Such a sight is truly exhilarating. One person calls out to thousands, and when they raise their hands, the heavens and earth shake. I want to hold this world in my hands.
Yao and Shun referred to each other as they shared three cups of wine, and Tang and Wu fought over a game of chess.
This requires too much concentration. So, as the moon rose high in the sky, the figure of Junxu once again stood on the city wall. Before he could pluck the cold strings of his lute, a flute sound drifted into his ears from the silent battlefield behind him, sinking deep into his heart
Junxu looked back. The night was so dark he couldn’t see clearly, so he simply walked out of the city and kept walking until he found the white figure on the battlefield. He sighed quietly and gently embraced him from behind
‘Feng Qin’
With a snap of his fingers, the sound of the flute was sealed. Junxu comforted him softly
‘Don’t be sad, this is war’
‘I don’t want to kill people’
‘Mm’
“I don’t want to lie’
‘Mm.‘
’I don’t want to play between you and the crown princess.‘
’Mm.‘
Junxu hugged him and placed her head on his shoulder
’You only have to play with her, don’t worry about me.‘
’If, we didn’t meet in such a fate, Junxu, I would…’
Feng Qin’s choking voice was blocked by Junxu’s palm.
Juliet said, ‘If only you weren’t Romeo, and if only I weren’t Juliet, but fate is never reasonable.’
Is it a beautiful dream to be embraced like this on an ancient battlefield with the setting sun and rising smoke, feeling tears running down your palms? Junx embraced Feng Qin from behind and covered his eyes with one hand. Squinting, he looked far into the distance at the purple sky rising in the distance, vast and picturesque. This scene is the most magnificent in the world, isn’t it?
Junxu gently rested her cheek against Feng Qin’s neck. This was a play, one she had directed, but she was not yet in character.
She admired the man in her arms and would do anything to help him, but she truly believed that she was the one in control of his purse strings. The man in her arms appreciated her, and they could stand shoulder to shoulder, but the tenderest corner of her heart was still filled with the beauty of the peach blossoms.
Junxu had never been so divided, but even as she was torn apart, she remained clear-headed.