With the dragon seed in his belly, the general knelt in front of the emperor and resumed his life. His back was straight, and blood seeped through three layers of armor without saying a word. The emperor stood seven steps away, looking at his pale and transparent chin, and suddenly remembered that when he was a boy, this man blocked an arrow for him by the campfire. He had the same look at that time - it was so painful that the corners of his eyes did not even tremble.
Twenty-three old wounds were replaced by Yanmen Pass. As soon as he returned to Beijing, he went to the palace to report on his duties.
"Look up at me"
Xu Shao just lowered his eyes and took a step back: "I leave."
That day, the emperor stood on the city tower until the stars lit up, looking in the direction of the general's palace and thinking: What on earth is this man hiding?
He hid it so well that when Li Zhao discovered that he had morning sickness, he was already three months old. The imperial doctor said that the general was covered with old injuries and was depleted of energy and blood. The fetus was prone to death. Xu Shao just lay on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling breathless.
"Save the child."
Li Zhao knelt beside Long's bed and held his pale, cold hand - the same way he lay when he blocked the assassin's knife for him eleven years ago.
The emperor moved most of the country into the palace, and the general was hugged on the dragon bed to raise his fetus. Xu Shao bit his wrist in pain and did not cry out, so Li Zhao held his hand all night long. This man has been tough-talking all his life, and Li Zhao plans to coax him all his life.
From shielding him from knives at the age of eleven, to shielding him from arrows in the military camp, to twenty-three old wounds in exchange for a new career, to risking his life to give birth to a daughter - Xu Shao, in this life, all the blades have been pointed towards him. Until that autumn when the ginkgo leaves turned yellow, two rows of ginkgo trees planted by Li Zhao filled the courtyard. He hugged Xu Shao and sat in the golden yellow. Finally, he waited until the man no longer said "I retire", but leaned on his shoulder and whispered:
"I'm here."
He is a sword, a shield, and his own lonely city. Until someone climbed over the mountains and caught him.
"As long as you say it hurts, I won't leave you alone."
Intention: Love is not about blocking all the wind for you, but when you are tired of standing in the wind, you know that there is still a place where you can fall down.
