klisemfg Chapter 286 Family and Country in Dire Straits (56)
Chapter 286 Family and Country in Dire Straits (56)
The boy's departure stirred up a gentle breeze. Gu Yao leaned back in his chair, savoring the last moments of peace, letting the cool moonlight bathe him.
The chirping of cicadas on a summer night, accompanied by a gentle breeze, blended into a soothing melody, bringing a long-lost sense of peace to Gu Yao, who had been busy for several days. He leaned back in his chair and fell into a deep sleep.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, beautiful and dreamlike.
Heaven ultimately showed mercy, granting the ill-fated traveler a temporary haven.
The river tilts as the moon sets, and dawn breaks.
While patrolling the military camp, Yan Yu felt a sudden pang in his heart. An indescribable panic and palpitation filled his entire being, from body to mind.
The pain made him turn pale, and he stumbled, only to be caught by his adjutant beside him.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
From the morning onwards, the young master was absent-minded, his face solemn as if something big was about to happen.
Now it's as if he has a serious illness.
His face suddenly turned as white as a corpse that had been dead for two days.
Deputy General Bai frowned and could only reach out to help the pale-faced man to a chair.
Yan Yu's hand gripped his tightly, with such force that it seemed she wanted to crush his hand bones.
After a long while, Yan Yu finally came to his senses, but cold sweat had already soaked his temples. His lifeless and frightened eyes looked at the person beside him. "Something happened to him."
Deputy General Bai naturally knew who the "he" Yan Yu was referring to was—the wife of their commander-in-chief, whom they had never met.
Oh, perhaps it can't be said that we've never met.
Although the servants of the Yan family had changed many times, he deduced this from what he had heard.
The other master of the Yan family is the gentleman from a few years ago.
The teacher who taught Yan Yu for five months.
She was a newlywed who left northern Shanxi just two days after her wedding.
Gu Yao.
Vice General Bai murmured the name in his heart.
Seeing Yan Yu's appearance, his brows furrowed even deeper, and a hint of displeasure arose.
Yan Yu could find any kind of thing he wanted, so why did he choose this one?
They married hastily and parted ways just as quickly.
If you can't take responsibility, don't provoke us lightly.
Deputy General Bai couldn't help but recall the time a few years ago when the head of the Yan family suddenly died, and Yan Yu seemed to be searching for something.
But it wasn't found.
He just often plays with a butterfly knife that he got from who-knows-where.
Later, they changed it to something else.
He often twirled a string of Buddhist prayer beads that looked very old.
Old and worn out.
I don't know who gave it to me.
He later learned that these were all gifts from Mr. Gu.
Looking at the person in front of him who was deeply hurt, his resentment towards that person reached its peak, but he could only patiently comfort him, "Young Master, calm down, Madam will be alright."
Yan Yu, however, seemed unable to hear anything, shaking his head incessantly as if possessed. "Something must have happened to him. My intuition has never been wrong. I'm going to Beiping."
"Yes, to Beiping."
Yan Yu shoved Vice General Bai aside and staggered out.
Bai Fujiang was pushed so hard that he lost his footing. Seeing the people walking out, he stepped forward and pulled Yan Yu back, shouting sternly, "Young Master, calm down! Beiping is now cut off from the outside world. It's only inbound and not outbound. Going to Beiping before the situation is clear is suicide!"
Especially since your identity is so sensitive.
Yan Yu was pulled and turned to look at the person who was holding him. He didn't say anything, but just stared at him with those gloomy eyes, his voice was unbelievably cold, "Let go."
"Master!"
Yan Yu didn't say anything more, just stared at the person, and Deputy General Bai sighed softly.
He was a servant born into the Yan family and grew up alongside Yan Yu. He entered the Yan family's army earlier than Yan Yu, and his connections were established from within.
Although they were in a superior-subordinate relationship, they were more like friends and brothers.
It is precisely because of this relationship that he speaks about things that others dare not say.
But it is precisely because of this relationship that he is able to better understand Yan Yu's thoughts.
From that calm, expressionless gaze, Vice General Bai knew that he couldn't persuade Yan Yu.
With a sigh, Vice General Bai dejectedly lowered his hand.
"We've received an invitation from them, so I'll accept it on your behalf and we'll make some plans together, okay?"
Yan Yu calmed down at this moment and said, "Thank you."
Deputy General Bai scratched his head and raised his hand to interrupt Yan Yu, saying, "It would be good if you could listen to advice more."
"I'll go prepare first, don't be impulsive."
Yan Yu lightly tapped the seven-treasure Buddhist beads on his wrist with his fingertips, forcing himself to calm down, and nodded under the suspicious gaze of the person in front of him.
He will remain calm.
Only by calming down can we save the man.
His husband.
His palm print.
His Ah Yao.
Please, please don't leave me again.
The huge palace was freezing cold, and the brocade quilt, meant for only one person, couldn't warm up no matter what.
He doesn't believe in heaven or gods and Buddhas.
But if there really are gods and Buddhas in the temple, please bless my husband so that he may be safe and happy.
His beautiful fox-like eyes tilted his head to look north, where the bright sunlight shone, yet he only felt a chill throughout his body.
Sir, please have mercy on me this time.
Even if it's just for my sake, please stay.
***
This was the first time Gu Yao had stood at the forefront of the bright sunlight. Looking at the people behind him holding banners and flags, filled with righteous indignation and resentment, he felt a surge of pride.
Today is the only chance.
He was going to die anyway, so let him take Chen Bai's place.
Let us become the martyrs whose names are recorded in only two lines in history books.
To die gloriously in the light is a wish that Gu Yao longed for but could not have.
Those who work in codebreaking are the ones who work in the shadows.
Some people are like moths drawn to a flame in the bright sunlight, while others become skeletons beneath the road to heaven in the darkness.
He stood at the front of the crowd, looking at the somewhat gloomy sky above. A ray of sunlight broke through the layers of dark clouds and fell on him.
He has walked the path paved with the bones of his predecessors to reach where he is today, and he will eventually become one of them.