Duan Changyu glanced down at the cliff, only to see the dense trees and jungle below, and the waterfall hung between the stone walls like white silk, pouring down, bottomless.

His eyes fell on the raised stones, and he saw a delicate little golden purse hooked on the sharp stone wall, embroidered with auspicious clouds, fine stitches, and exquisite embroidery, and at a glance, he knew that it was Bao'er who had embroidered Chu Yunyao on his waist all the time.

Duan Changyu broke a slender branch, carefully picked up the purse, and held it in his hand......

......

Three days later.

Mo Lingyuan finally woke up.

Duan Changyu and Mu Qing stood tremblingly on the edge of the bed, looking at his face cautiously.

Mo Lingyuan looked at the top of the tent with empty eyes at first, but after a while, he seemed to remember something, and the dark tide under his eyes was surging, setting off a stormy wave.

He sat up from the bed suddenly, looked at the two people standing in front of the bed with cold eyes, and his voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to overflow from the throat bone: "What about the young lady?" ”

Duan Changyu lowered his head, "Luo Zifeng took someone to look for it, but no one has been found." ”

Mo Lingyuan lifted the quilt, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, he was about to walk out barefoot, the infusion tube on his arm was torn off, and bright red blood mixed with potions poured out of his arm.

Mu Qing and Duan Changyu were anxious, and rushed forward together with an extremely tacit understanding.

Duan Changyu hugged him desperately, and Mu Qing hurriedly pulled out the needle that had pierced into his veins, "Master, calm down." ”

Mo Lingyuan only felt that his brain was buzzing, and Chu Yunyao's cries for help when he fell off the cliff kept filling his eardrums, and he couldn't hear any sound so how could he calm down.

Duan Changyu hurriedly stuffed the purse that he had pinched for several days into Mo Lingyuan's hand: "Master, this is left by the young lady." ”

Mo Lingyuan lowered his eyes, looking at the golden purse that Chu Yunyao often played with on the bed, as if a stone had been stuffed in his throat, and he couldn't say a word when he was choked.

Duan Changyu reminded: "There seems to be a folded note inside, master, take a look!" ”

Mo Lingyuan's body stiffened, he opened his purse tremblingly, took out the neatly folded paper inside, unfolded them one by one, and laid them out, looking at the handwriting on it, the heat gushing out of his eyes dripped drop by drop on the white paper that was often looked at and had raw edges:

"My wife Yunyao

Show your heart and smile.

I am willing to protect you for the rest of my life, spoil you for a lifetime, and never break my word.

Close-up charge as evidence. ”

The inscription is his name, as well as his handprint.

Protect you for a lifetime, spoil you for a lifetime?

Never break your word?

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar handwriting on it, Mo Lingyuan only felt funny.

For the sake of the so-called family and country, and in order to protect the peace and happiness of the people, he led his brothers to work desperately outside, resist foreign enemies, and encircle and suppress internal thieves.

Fight your way through the bloody rain of corpses to maintain peace in the north.

didn't even have time to spend with his family, and he neglected his pregnant wife for a long time, missing the responsibility of being a father and a husband.

But he never expected that these superiors, who had never been to the bloody battlefield in order to maintain their power, would play tricks and tricks at all costs, and stab him in the back.

In order to weaken his power, he was able to unite with that damn old thing of Sahito and do something to his wife who was pregnant with Rokka.

Is it tolerable or intolerable?

What is the significance of what he has done?

Mo Lingyuan clenched the purse and note in his hand, "I ask myself to be worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of the people, worthy of the superiors above me, and worthy of the brothers who fight side by side with me."

But what did I get for all this shame in exchange for my life?

I can't even protect my wife and children.

In this case, from today on, Ben Shuai will no longer maintain the hypocrisy of benevolence and hypocrisy in this world, loyalty, filial piety and courtesy.

Ben Shuai can both protect it and destroy it! ”