MTL - Dianxia Qingcheng-Chapter 192 you make me sick

After seeing the face of the person who came, Zhao Litang paused.

Amule beckoned, and the person who came was brought to sit beside him.

"Let me introduce you to General Zhao," Amule patted the person on the shoulder and said with a smile, "This is my younger brother, the little prince of the barbarians who has been separated for many years, Alanyue."

Alan Moon?

Zhao Litang looked at the man sitting beside Amule. He was wearing a luxurious barbarian costume, and his whole body had been carefully dressed up, and his plain white face was even more beautiful.

"My younger brother has been taken away because of cholera since he was born. I only know that he has a crescent moon mark on his face. I have been searching for it for so many years to no avail. Luckily, it's doing well."

Amule withdrew his hand and looked at Zhao Litang's shocked eyes, feeling a burst of joy in his heart.

Yue Nu, oh no, A Lanyue's eyes were wet, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Zhao Litang.

He himself did not accept his identity. As soon as he woke up, he was surrounded by many barbarians to confess his relatives. After the confession was successful, these people called him the little prince and worshipped him everywhere, but they would not let him leave. Barbarian barracks half a step.

He tried to sneak out several times, but he was caught by a few strong soldiers and escorted back to the camp.

The barbarian barracks stopped fighting for several days because of Alanyue's incident.

Amule said no matter what, and thought of a lot of ways to persuade his younger brother to go back to the barbarian territory, but Alanyue was unwilling to go back no matter what.

In the end, Amule found some news. It turned out that his younger brother was saved by Zhao Litang, and then he followed Zhao Litang all the time. He pressed Alanyue several times, and found some signs of something wrong.

This is not the feeling that a normal benefactor should have.

It happened that Zhao Litang came to the door, and Amule left him alive, wanting to see his brother's reaction.

Sure enough, A Lanyue, who was already about to give up, began to panic again. She tried to escape to the camp where Zhao Litang was located several times, but she was arrested and brought back.

Amule feels a lot of guilt for his younger brother. He left him alone for so many years and suffered so much. Now he still wants to stay by someone's side so humble, even if that person doesn't treat him at all. care.

The younger brother of the barbarian leader, the only prince on the steppe, does not need to be so servile.

"General Zhao, do you know my brother?"

Amule asked deliberately.

Zhao Litang took a few deep breaths, knowing that he was not dead, that he was not dead, and a big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

If this child really died on the battlefield, in his military camp, then he would suffer.

"I don't know." Zhao Litang looked away, her tone cold.

Alanyue raised her head in an instant, stared at Zhao Litang's profile, and the tears rolled down silently from the corners of her eyes.

Amule said, "I don't know, General Zhao stared at him for so long? Could it be that he has a crush on my brother?"

As soon as these words came out, the other barbarian soldiers began to laugh, looking at Zhao Litang with a little more warmth.

"It is said that the people of the Celestial Dynasty pay attention to etiquette and teaching, and hate to violate the ethical guidelines. It seems that General Zhao is like me, a barbarian.

"Yeah, men and women are the same. If you like it, you can marry them and raise them. General Zhao's dignified generals in a country can't afford to raise them."

"If you like it, how can there be so much nonsense."

The chaotic voices all around rushed to his mind. In the auditorium of the Celestial Dynasty, when has there been such a nonsense nonsense.

Zhao Litang clenched his fists tightly, and there was a trace of blood in his throat. He couldn't spit or swallow, and his eyes were red from the burning.

"enough!"

A loud bang made everyone quiet down, and the audience gathered again.

Zhao Litang raised his head and drank a glass of wine, swallowed it with blood, until it was hot to the heart.

"I know him. He used to be a servant in my house, a handyman in my army camp, a deserter in my battlefield, and now, he has become the prince of your barbarian race! And I am the enemy of your barbarian race, a prisoner, a prisoner!"

After Zhao Litang said the last three words, the wine glass in his hand suddenly smashed towards Amule and gritted his teeth, "Satisfied?"

Amule didn't dodge, the wine glass smashed his forehead, and a little blood oozing out.

Alanyue on the side looked at Zhao Litang with tears in her eyes, biting her lower lip tightly, almost bleeding.

His general said he was a deserter.

His general looked at him with hatred in his eyes.

Amule raised his hand and touched his wound, "It seems that there is no need to talk about it any more."

He waved his hand, "Kill it."

Suddenly, a few soldiers rushed in outside the tent, rushing forward and dragging Zhao Litang to the outside.

Zhao Litang's footsteps were vain, and his body swayed and fell down. The chaos swirling in front of him only felt that his chest was tight and he couldn't lift it up, and he was about to faint.

There seemed to be the sound of someone running over in his ears. He was held in his arms by someone, and something soft pressed against his lips. His breath was smooth, but his chest was still very tight, and Zhao Litang was dizzy. past.

"General, general, general, wake up, don't die, don't die, you can't die"

A Lanyue hugged Zhao Litang sobbing, and the soldiers next to her didn't dare to move any more. Amule waved and let them go out.

"Yue'er, Yue'er."

Amule walked to Alanyue's side and stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground.

However, Alanyue threw his arm away suddenly, staring at him with red eyes, "Didn't you say that as long as I'm obedient, you won't kill him? Didn't you say you wouldn't hurt him? You promised me Are all false? Don't you say that you are my brother and will listen to me in everything? Then I want you to let him go now!"

"Yue'er, you haven't been back for a long time. You don't understand some things. Stand up and let's talk about it."

Amule winked, and several servants came to pull Alanyue and Zhao Litang, but they were all scared off by the piercing roar.

"Don't come here! Whoever dares to touch him, I will die with him, I will do what I say!"

"Moon"

Seeing that he was still protecting Zhao Litang like this, Amule frowned, and he didn't dare to let anyone come forward for a while.

"Brother," Alan Yue cried out, "I'm calling you brother, I beg you, let him go, okay? I can answer whatever you say.

In response to you, you want me to go back to the barbarian territory, well, I will go back, as long as you can let him go with me"

Looking at his younger brother who was crying, Amule couldn't bear it. His only relative in this world, he went to great lengths to get him back because he wanted to hold him in his place. The one who cares and cares in the palm of his hand is not the one who makes him cry for other men.

"That's it." Amule finally sighed, "Return the people to the camp, find someone to look at the injuries, and don't die."

Zhao Litang opened his eyes again, not in the expected corpse dumping hill, nor in some prison, but a warm and soft bed covered with fluffy deer hair.

Someone was putting medicine on their shoulders, very gently, as if they were afraid of waking themselves up.

Slowly blinking his eyes, he finally saw who was in front of him.

Zhao Litang's face changed suddenly, and with a wave of his arm, he pushed the person holding the ointment and gauze to the ground.

"what!"

Alanyue sat on the ground with her buttocks, but she still held the things in her hands high for fear of getting dirty.

"General! You are awake!"

Alanyue completely ignored the person who pushed him down just now, and the surprise look was hard to hide.

"General, do you have any other injuries? I only saw the most serious one on your shoulder. Don't move, the wound has not been bandaged."

"roll."

Alanyue paused, and slowly pulled out a difficult smile.

"General, I will bandage you."

"I'll let you go!"

Zhao Litang coughed uncontrollably, and the blood in his throat finally spit out uncontrollably, and the blood flowed down his chin into his robe.

A Lanyue hurriedly went to wipe his blood, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"General, you have suffered a serious internal injury. If you don't take a good rest, it will be very dangerous."

Zhao Litang closed his eyes, "I don't care if you betray the army of the Heavenly Dynasty to the barbarians, but as long as you are the royal bloodline of the barbarians, you are the mortal enemy of the Heavenly Dynasty. If I meet you elsewhere, I will be ruthless. Kill you."

A Lanyue's fingers froze for a moment, but she quickly and neatly bandaged Zhao Litang's wound.

"I believe it, General, so the General must go out alive. My life was originally saved by the General. If the General wanted to kill me, I would admit it."

''you…"

Zhao Litang suddenly grabbed the wrist on his shoulder, his eyes flushed with anger, "Why are you his younger brother? Why are you a barbarian prince? Are you lying to me? Tell me ? Is this a conspiracy of Amule!"

Alanyue's wrist was so painful that he could even hear the bones rattling, but he didn't pull out his wrist, just shook his head.

"It's not a conspiracy, it's all true."

Tears from the corners of his eyes dripped down along with this sentence. If possible, he would rather not be the only prince on the grassland. He just wanted to be an ordinary person, and it was enough to be by the general's side.

Tears slid across the crescent moon mark, sparkling crystal clear, a bit of flirtatious red slowly taking root and sprouting, unknowingly digging into people's hearts.

Zhao Litang's heart also seemed to become transparent at that moment, light and soft.

He raised his fingers to caress the crescent moon, wiping away the tears.

Then he heard himself say, "You make me sick."

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Congratulations to Xiao Zhao for the successful handling of the "Wife Chasing Crematorium" package