‘A letter of surrender?’
Tong Li’s eyebrows immediately knitted, and even though he hated Shen Da’s face, he gathered his sharp gaze. After parting from Yizhou City, he truly looked at her face
“Please show some respect.’
Jun Xu ignored him and casually threw the letter of surrender. The silk banner fluttered in the wind and fell to the ground. Tong Li was furious. He unsheathed his sword, and the guards behind Jun Xu immediately drew their swords as well. The tent was suddenly filled with the clashing of swords and the dazzling light of cold steel.
Jun Xu gently lifted his eyes and locked eyes with Tong Li. He saw the young general tremble violently, and the sword clatter to the ground. His entire aura instantly vanished, his face full of disbelief, his eyes unfocused, and his body swaying.
Chang Su’s body moved forward, and her hand involuntarily reached out, but Jun Xu gave her a cold stare and froze her in place. Her scalp felt a little numb. Jun Xu was furious and suspicious today, so it was best to avoid trouble.
She saw Jun Xu’s hand roughly poking around in the rosewood box. The Emperor’s neatly folded notes that had never been sent were all messed up by the angry hand
Junxu pushed the box outward with a rare rude gesture. Changsu frowned, and under the table, she gently tugged at her hem. Junxu paused, frozen in his chair. After a long while, he waved his hand and leaned back in his chair
Changsu hurriedly said
“You two are tired, so you should rest first. Come here, please show the two gentlemen to their rooms.’
Feng Qin did not say a word from beginning to end, nor did he look at Jun Xu. Tong Li, however, seemed to have lost all his strength. It was not until his attendant touched his arm that he woke up from his daze and walked out dispiritedly.
When he looked back, Jun Xu was lying on his back with his eyes closed. Chang Su felt a little sorry for him
Junxu opened his eyes and looked on indifferently for a while, then knocked over the sandalwood box with a palm strike, and the imperial edict fell to the ground in sheets. Changsu embraced Junxu, her face covered in cold sweat
‘Don’t step on it! It’s a capital offence! Calm down, calm down~~’
Junxu shook her off and strode away
‘I’m afraid it’ll dirty the soles of my shoes’
He was so mean, I’m afraid he really is angry.
A heavy snowfall usually reminds Junxu of a fairy tale from her childhood. When her mother opened the door, the north wind would blow the snowflakes into the warm house.
Her mother’s clothes were cold, but her eyes were warm
as she looked out the small wooden window. The snow seemed to be a thick quilt covering the world.
She would hide under the quilt, nestled in her mother’s embrace, listening to the fairy tale page after page.
The 20-watt incandescent lamp casts a warm, yellowish glow.
The days are quiet and warm, like the cooking smoke in the sunset.
Now, she stands alone in the wind, with frost on her iron armour. Under the moonlight, she glows with a cold light. The mask on her face has been replaced with black leather, otherwise she doesn’t know if it will freeze to her face and become impossible to remove.
That year, he went on a mission with Li Shuliang and was trapped in Mohe. In the middle of winter, the two of them huddled together and drank small sips of strong alcohol. Li Shuliang’s face was all blue, and he was shivering with his lips cracked from the cold. He told Junxu the story of the three little pigs word by word.
Li Shuliang said, ‘No one has ever told me a fairy tale. If I die without having told anyone a fairy tale, wouldn’t that be a great injustice? This story was my last task. I heard the woman in the house tell it to her child while I was lying outside the wall.
Mohe is already a place where there is the phenomenon of polar night. That long night challenges people’s desire to survive.
The snow fell silently, and in a moment Junxu’s shoulders were covered with a thin layer of silver armour. The cold slowly seeped into her bones, causing an unimaginable pain.
But she still didn’t move, standing still in the thick snow, tilting her head back. In the distance, on the mountainside, the cold moon hung like a hook. A band of Milky Way ran across the sky. Slowly, hot tears rolled down her cheeks and fell on the iron armour on her chest, where they congealed into ice.
On the empty snow, the breath froze into frost. The sound of Junxu sniffing was very clear.
This time, the boundless anger completely set the prairie on fire, but here, it slowly turned into a feeling of desolation, allowing the tears that never flowed easily to take away the grievances in her heart little by little.
Proud people always suffer. Junxu understood this time that she had been completely played for a fool. It was a heavy blow, a severe blow to her pride, almost making her unable to restrain herself from losing her temper in front of others, and nearly, nearly losing the last bit of her dignity.
Tong Li watched her from afar. She was Junxu. He was sure that if he had looked her in the eye earlier, he would have discovered it sooner. But he hated Shen Da so much that he never looked at her, because if he did, he would want to tear him to pieces. He would no longer be Tong Li, but a vengeful ghost.
His hearing was good, and his eyesight was excellent. He knew that Jun Xu was crying.
But he couldn’t go up to her and hug her. He could only stand quietly behind the trees, biting his wrist, holding his breath, and letting the tears fall recklessly.
If… If Cai Han were still alive, perhaps Junxu could forgive him, but when he returned from Yizhou City, he learned that Cai Han had been buried on the spot by her sister’s pursuers, who had pierced her heart with an arrow and slit her throat, as soon as they set foot in Yizhou City.
Later, he personally dug the grave and identified the body. At that time, his heart sank, and the task that Junxu had entrusted to him was ultimately not completed.