The night wind blew by, blowing the handsome flag on the top of the tent into a mess. In the tent, there was a red candle, the candle oil dripping down, covering the relief plate of the bronze high-handled candlestick. In the light blue flames, streams of milky white smoke with a thin, choking odor curled up. Xiang Yu, the world-famous leader of the Jiangdong rebels, stood majestically on the tiger skin rug, leaning slightly forward at the waist, supporting his knees with his left elbow, holding a piece of wood dipped in lacquer in his right hand, rustling on a piece of plain silk. Painting. He has a thick-lined face, slightly dark skin, broad, and a strong square chin. The proud thin lips were tightly pursed, and from the slight dimples at the corners of the mouth, two tired wrinkles cut deeply across the cheeks and extended to the chin. Although his dark eyes were lightly covered with a layer of melancholy, when he raised his face, his big dark eyes jumped out with a fire that could only be seen in the innocent eyes of a child. spark. Chao Zhuo Pan, eight bags of corn and ten bags of miscellaneous grains. Yu Ji! "He turned to Yu Ji, who was standing quietly in front of the curtain, wiping the blood stains on her sword. The sparks bursting in his eyes illuminated her face in the shadow of the curtain. "Yes. , we were able to support it for two more days. Our soldiers from Jiangdong are very smart. Although there is no rich food to be found in the barren mound of Gaixia, they can net sparrows and dig up earthworms from the ground. Let me see - it takes about one day from Gaixia to Weizhou, and from Weizhou to Yingcheng. If we get a new horse, we might be able to get there in one and a half days. Two and a half days... Yu Ji, in three days, our Jiangdong troops will come to relieve the siege. "Huan Huan will definitely come to the rescue." Yu Ji gently dispersed the green smoke from the candle with a round fan. "Your Majesty, we only have a thousand people, but they have a hundred thousand..." They claim to be a hundred thousand, but after our brutal killing today, according to my estimation, the number will never exceed 75,000. "He stretched. "Today's fighting, no matter what, it has dampened their spirit a little. I guess they haven't dared to challenge them in the past two days - oh, remember, have you ordered the sergeant to prepare rolling logs and rocks? "Go ahead and take a rest for a while. Everything has been done as you asked." She followed the fixed work every night. After waiting for him to sleep, he put on a cloak, took the candlestick in one hand, and protected the candlelight with the other hand, and quietly left the tent. The night was quiet. In the mist, small pale white tents were dotted all over the slope. Little by little firelight leaked out from the cracks in the tents, just like the trees in full bloom all over the mountains on a summer night. It looks like wild pea flowers with red hearts and white petals. The sound of war horses whining and howling carried far away in the wind, and the night watchman beat the watch time and again and walked around the camp with a monotonous pace. Yu Ji wrapped her cloak tightly and covered the small candlelight with the wide cuffs to prevent it from being blown out by the wind. In the darkness, the guard's spears gleamed. The smell of horse manure, blood, and hay floated quietly in the clear night air. She stopped in front of a tent and listened carefully to the sounds inside. Two soldiers bet dice with their rations for the day, while an old soldier murmured in his sleep describing the taste of fragrant rice from his hometown. Yu Ji left them gently. The second place she stopped was in front of the wooden fence on the front line. In a mess, the slope is filled with chopped tree roots, wooden ton, sandbags, rocks, and clay. Sentinels paced back and forth holding snake spears, and red lanterns swayed in the gaps of the broken battlements, dyeing half of the sky with a faint red light. She carefully blew out the candle, leaned her hand on the wooden fence, and looked down the mountain; the dense and fierce firelight flickered, as many as fireflies in the grass nest in summer - that was King Han Together with the 100,000 soldiers from the princes from all directions he gathered, they gathered in the camp. Yu Ji held her chin and thought. The cold wind blew in her face, causing the streamers on her shoulders to tremble. She suddenly felt cold and empty, just like she felt every time she left King Xiang. If he is the blazing sun, full of radiant brilliance and spitting out dazzling flames, she is the moon that bears and reflects his light and power. She followed him like a shadow, through dark stormy nights, through the inhuman horrors of the battlefield, through hunger, fatigue, and displacement, forever. When the leader of the rebel army rode past like a storm on the world-famous Wuzui horse, the eight thousand disciples of Jiangdong could always see Yu Ji following behind, that pale, smiling woman, tightly controlling the horse. The reins and the pale crimson brocade cloak fluttered in the wind.

For more than ten years, she has regarded his ambition as her ambition, his victory as her victory, and his pain as her pain. However, every time he fell asleep and she held a candle alone and went out to patrol the camp, she began to think of her own personal matters. She wondered what her purpose was in living like this in the world. He lives for his ambition. He knew how to use his sword, his spear, and his Jiangdong disciples to obtain his imperial crown. But what about her? She was just a weak echo of his loud heroic roar, which gradually became lighter and lighter, and finally became dead. If his ambition succeeds - Far away, in the Han army's camp at the foot of the mountain, a sentry blows the horn in a low voice. The faint, sad sound of the horn is monotonous and clumsy, but it is full of the sadness of the battlefield. The sound of the horn echoed under the clear night sky. A big star in the sky gradually dimmed. She felt a hot teardrop fall on the back of her own hand - ah, what would she get if he succeeded? She will be given the title of "noble person" and she will be sentenced to life imprisonment. She will put on palace clothes and stay in the gloomy and ancient house of Zhaohua Palace all day long, enjoying the moonlight outside the window, the fragrance of flowers, and the loneliness inside the window. She was getting old, so he got tired of her, and countless other brilliant meteors flew into the sky he and she enjoyed, cutting off the sunshine she had been bathing in for more than ten years. She no longer reflected the light he shone on her, she became an eclipsed moon, dark, sad, frustrated, and crazy. When she ends her life for him, they will give her the posthumous title of "Concubine Duanshu" or "Concubine Xianmu", an agarwood coffin wrapped in brocade, and three or four Buried slave. This is the crown of her life. She hated and feared her own thoughts. No, I’m thinking too much tonight! Suppress it, suppress my thoughts quickly! "She lowered her head, clenched her fists, and dug her nails into her flesh. Her small, sharp-chinned face turned blue and trembled slightly like an almond leaf in the wind. "Go back! Just looking at his sleeping face, maybe I won't think so much anymore. " She picked up the candlestick and called the nearby sentry to come over and light her candle with his lantern. Just as she tightened her windbag and cloak and was about to turn around, she suddenly stopped. The enemy soldiers from the foot of the mountain were coming. A low, leisurely, lazily singing voice in a minor tune came from the camp. It was very far away, and the articulation was not very clear. However, the wind was blowing towards the mountains, and it was very popular in the villages of Chu State. The folk song "Sister Luofu". At first, only a trembling, lonely voice was singing, but maybe the soldier's nostalgia was aroused by the faint moonlight, and everyone in the surrounding camp started singing. After "Sister Luofu" was finished, there was a burst of low laughter, and then "Crying the Great Wall" started. Yu Ji stood there, a little confused at first. "Do we often sing this?" She burns candles as sentinels. "Ba Qian Mo" The old soldier blinked under the lantern and smiled slightly. "We all don't believe that those northern men have such good throats." "Yu Ji didn't say anything, and the candlestick in her hand was shaking wildly. With a thud, the lantern and candle were blown out by the wind. In the dimness, her pair of black eyes stared forward, as slightly as cat's eyes. When the sentry lit the candle for her, she hurried back to the tent with the handsome flag and stood in front of King Xiang's couch. . He was sleeping soundly, his body slightly curled up, his hand stuffed under the pillow, clutching a gold-leaf knife tightly. He was one of those people who was always young; even though his hair was messy on his forehead. There are already a few gray-white stems, and the sharp blade of time has scratched a few deep wrinkles on his solid forehead. His sleeping face still contains the frankness and stubbornness of a baby, and his thick eyebrows are slightly slightly raised. Yu Ji looked at him with a wrinkled nose and a stubborn look, and her noble lips were slightly drooped, as if she was born to give orders - no, no, she couldn't wake him up and tell him everything about his misery. At least he is now. Pleasant; he was dreaming about the arrival of reinforcements. Maybe he also dreamed about internal and external attacks that scattered Liu Bang's army and collapsed. Maybe he also dreamed about becoming the leader of the princes again, and dreamed about crossing Wu Zhui and entering Xianyang with his entire army. , Wouldn't it be too cruel, if he suddenly realized that the reinforcements would never come? There were big beads of sweat on Yu Ji's face.

She caught a glimpse of the sword hanging on the canopy - if - if he suddenly stopped breathing while dreaming of future glory - for example, the sword suddenly fell from the canopy roof and stabbed him. His chest - she was horrified by her own thoughts. Beads of sweat flowed down her beautiful blue-white cheeks. The flame of the red candle shrunk to the size of a broad bean. King Xiang turned over on the bed. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." She heard her own hoarse voice shouting. King Xiang sat up with a loud sound and quickly pulled out his knife from its sheath. Do you bully and tease Yu Ji? Has anyone come to rob the camp? "There is no such thing as Captain Chao. But there is something more terrifying than this. Your Majesty, listen. They stood by the door of the tent. "Sister Luofu" has come to an end, but there are more soldiers singing the chorus, that sad, simple song The beat of "Is it Jiangdong's prisoner who is missing his hometown?" "After a period of silence, King Xiang said. "Your Majesty, this song is coming from all directions. "An. The Chu people in the Han army are like this - how much like this?" In a period of deathly silence, there were only a few distant horse neighs. Aoxun Feedback-Has Liu Bang already done everything? "Yu Ji's heart ached. When she saw King Xiang's stubborn lips turned white, his eyes glowed like cold glass, and the look of those eyes staring forward was so terrifying that she felt She couldn't help but use her wide sleeves to cover it. She could feel his eyelashes fluttering rapidly in her palms, and she felt a string of cold tears rolling from her hands to her arms. It was the first time she knew that the heroic traitor was also an animal that could shed tears. Soaring... pitiful..." The words below were unintelligible, and her pale lips moved slightly. He shook off her hand and walked back to the tent with heavy steps. She followed in and saw him sitting on the couch with his waist hunched over and his head in his hands. The candle was only lit as long as my thumb. The clear light of the remaining dawn has penetrated the curtain. "Give me some wine," he said, raising his eyes. When he held the wine cup filled with amber flowing light in his hand, he put his hands on his knees and looked at her with a smile. Damn Jing, we are finished. I have long had some doubts as to why Jiangdong did not transport grain to Gaixia. It is useless to dwell on the past. There's only one thing we can do now - get out. Looking at this situation, we are destined to be trapped animals surrounded, but we do not want to be the hunted, we want to be the hunters. Tomorrow—oh, no, today—today is my last hunt. I want to break out of a bloody road and step over the Han army's helmet! Humph, then Liu Bang, does he think I have been put in a cage by him? I'd at least have one more chance to have a good hunt, and maybe my shotgun would pierce his heart like I'd pierced a precious sable. Yu Ji, put on your Persian soft armor, you must follow me until the last minute. We are all going to die on horseback. "Your Majesty, I think you understand me," Yu Ji lowered her head and used her hand to smooth the tassel of the knife beside King Xiang's pillow. "This is your last time on the battlefield. I hope you can give full play to your power." , fully enjoy the joy of slaughter. I will not follow you, distract you, worry about me, protect me, and make Jiangdong's soldiers laugh at you for losing your ability to fight for a woman. "Ban Hao, then you stay in the rear, let the soldiers of the Han army find you, and sacrifice you to Liu Bang!" Yu Ji smiled. She quickly took the knife out of its sheath and stabbed it deeply into her chest. Xiang Yu rushed over and held her waist. Her hand was still holding the gold-inlaid knife handle tightly. Xiang Yu looked down at her with his big, tearful, fire-like eyes. She opened her eyes, and then, as if she could not bear the intensity of the sunlight, she closed them again. Xiang Yu put his ear to her trembling lips, and he heard her say something he didn't understand: "I prefer to close my ends like that." After her body gradually became colder, King Xiang put the knife on her chest. He pulled it out and wiped away the blood stains on his military uniform. Then, gritting his teeth and in a voice like the roar of a rustling wild boar, he shouted: "Ao Cao, blow the horn!" Order the horses to be prepared, we are going to rush down the mountain! ”