SFS Chapter 194 The storm is coming
Chapter 194 The storm is coming
Wen Hemian paused slightly, looked at Xie Lang, and read the same meaning from them.
It's time to come, it's coming.
"Don't be anxious, speak slowly."
Wen Hemian looked at the person who came in to report the news and spoke softly to comfort him.
The man was in a disheveled state and breathing heavily.
Xie Lang sighed, still not letting go of her hand.
The two of them held hands, as if conveying unknown emotions in silence.
Old ministers who value etiquette might be displeased when seeing this.
But at this time, no one cares about these small details.
The messenger quickly took a deep breath before starting to speak. This was the downside of inconvenient communication; all information was delayed, and with the time it took to get back and forth there were many variables.
The barbarians at the border have suffered for a long time. Their lifestyle is completely different from that of Da Zhao, and their ability to deal with risks is relatively poor. Once food is insufficient in winter, they begin to plunder everywhere.
Before Wen Chengyuan went to guard the border, they were at their most arrogant, causing the people to flee in all directions. There are still many abandoned villages today, which shows how desolate they are.
In recent years, as the imperial court became increasingly stable and gradually restored contact and supplies with the border, the barbarians had been unable to get away with anything almost ten times out of ten. In the past two years, they had become somewhat more peaceful, but they had been secretly accumulating strength and waiting for this attack.
However, it was not their intention to confront Prince Huailing head-on, so after suffering several losses, the 50,000 troops that were assembled first turned their attention to the area adjacent to Prince Jia's fiefdom and marched there in a mighty force.
The border and the fiefdoms of the vassal kings have always been unrelated to each other. Even Wen Chengyuan cannot rashly cross this area to fight back the barbarians. But if he really waits until Prince Jia pretends to ask for support, it may be too late.
The clacking of the abacus beads can be heard from thousands of miles away.
They had anticipated this and had prepared ways to deal with it, but even when it really happened, it still made people feel heartbroken.
"It's just that the people are suffering." Wen Hemian sighed, "The barbarians are coming with great force. They have suffered a lot at the hands of the border generals in the past. They have been resentful for a long time. If they find a chance, they will definitely take revenge."
The fiefdom of the vassal king is a small area in itself. The people outside are easy to deal with, but as for the people inside, there is no telling what Prince Jia will do to them in order to make the show complete.
Everything Wen Hemian considered would happen, and everyone could have imagined it. Xie Lang opened his mouth, not knowing how to say something to comfort her.
Casualties are inevitable on the battlefield.
Fortunately, Wen Hemian was just saying it casually.
Just sighing here won't stop anything, she immediately said seriously: "Your Majesty, you need to leave as soon as possible."
Although he knew that she said this out of consideration for the situation, Xie Lang still felt a little reluctant. He waved his hand and asked the person who brought the news to go down first, and also evacuated the people around him.
"Hanshuang, I want to know how I died in that so-called book?"
Xie Lang asked a question he had never asked before.
Wen Hemian was surprised to hear him ask this out of the blue. She frowned and said, "...How do you know?"
Regarding the contents of the original book, she only told Xie Lang a very vague account. She did not tell him more specific details, such as their final ending, because they were too heavy.
Also because she is certain that once the process changes, the result will also change.
"I guessed it." Xie Lang's voice was light, his fingertips fell on the corners of the woman's eyes and gently rubbed them twice, "I don't think I have ever told Master that when we were young, every time you looked at me, you couldn't hide your heartache."
Later, whenever there was something wrong with the system, Xie Lang could guess it almost exactly.
Wen Hemian was silent for a while, and finally spoke: "You first killed the hero and heroine, and then committed suicide as the world slowly collapsed."
According to the system, the male and female protagonists carry the fate of the entire world. If they die, the world will gradually collapse. It makes no difference whether Xie Lang dies or not at this time.
In any case, what awaits him in the end is definitely death.
But before death came, he committed suicide.
"Look."
Hearing this ending, Xie Lang was not afraid, but laughed: "Hanshuang, since you said so, it means that no one can kill me except myself."
He originally thought that the content of the book was very far away from him, but after listening to Wen Hemian several times, he felt that it was indeed him.
It's something he can do.
"Are you still here to comfort me?" Wen Hemian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I should be concerned about you."
At this point, her expression became much more serious: "Your Majesty, you are the king of a country. You should never put yourself in a dangerous situation at any time. I will not stop you from going to the North this time. I have many considerations. But I hope that you can take good care of yourself and not get hurt."
Hearing what he wanted to hear, Xie Lang laughed quietly.
He glanced at Wen Hemian's expression, which was less calm and composed than usual, and more worried about him.
There doesn't seem to have been such a situation before.
"Did you hear that?"
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Hemian couldn't help but pat his shoulder. Suddenly, he had an idea, and with a rare bad intention, he leaned close to his ear.
"Let's put it another way. You are not only the emperor, but also my husband."
Wen Hemian had a gentle and reserved personality. This was the second time Xie Lang heard her say such words. His breathing became heavy, his scalp almost went numb, and he immediately held her in his arms.
"Hanshuang, say it again."
The emperor's eyes, as deep as a lake, were filled with desire, as well as other deeper and more complex emotions, and a strong sense of oppression.
Wen Hemian was used to it and would not be frightened by him. He raised his eyebrows calmly: "You don't listen carefully when we are talking about serious matters. How come you are so sure about these things?"
"Because I want to hear it." Xie Lang kissed her cheek and pleaded softly, "Hanshuang, can you call me again? I will listen to you carefully."
What a bad temper!
Wen Hemian cursed inwardly.
After all, it was she who came up with this method to attract his attention, so now she had to be satisfied even if she was not satisfied.
"Husband," she sighed, "Are you satisfied now?"
Xie Lang knew very well when to push the envelope and when not to push the envelope, and he would stop when he saw the best opportunity.
"Satisfied."
Xie Lang's face was full of satisfaction.
Wen Hemian found it funny.
Sometimes he feels quite satisfied, just a name is enough.
"We have made arrangements in advance, so let's rest early tonight." Wen Hemian said, "The march has been tiring, and we probably won't be able to rest well in the next few days. Let the soldiers who are about to go also be prepared."
She glanced at the sky outside. It was dark and the air was gloomy. There were faint flashes of lightning among the clouds, and it seemed that a storm was about to come.
"it is good."
This matter could not be delayed, so Xie Lang immediately took out the written imperial edict, walked out and handed it to Lai Xi, asking him to have someone deliver it to the generals' residences as quickly as possible.