Yi Mingrong and Duanmu Yu's fate began at that special age, she was nine years old and he was fourteen years old. She is the granddaughter of Xiangye, but he is the chosen "child husband". The young man's blood and sharpness were like a sword unsheathed in front of her, and he stared at the small figure on the couch, his eyes seemed to be dripping blood, as if he had suffered great humiliation.
Although Mingrong is sick and weak, her demeanor reveals a tenacity. She leaned on the couch and let Duanmu Yu curse, just wrapped her fox fur tightly, coughed for a while, and covered her mouth with a brocade hand. Her face was pale, but her eyes were firm, and she looked at the young man lightly, without joy or sorrow: "Don't worry, I should not live to that day." That was her first word to him.
Duanmu Yu was stunned for a moment, his hand holding the sword tightened, and finally his thin lips opened lightly, and he spit out a sentence stiffly: "What if you survive?" Mingrong's eyes were in a trance, "This possibility probably won't happen." "She knows her body, she is battling the disease every day, and it is unknown how long she will be able to survive.
The reason why she chose Duanmu Yu was because he was the most outstanding one among the children of those families. Although he is a concubine and was born in the general's mansion, his talents and appearances are all first-class. With a sword at his waist, he has a handsome posture, standing in the sun, full of vitality, which makes Mingrong yearn for it.
Their marriage was set for Mingrong's fifteenth birthday, which was a decision made by the old minister in order to continue his life. The outside world thought this was a ridiculous move, but only Mingrong, nodded obediently, snuggled in his grandfather's arms, and quietly reddened his eyes.
When Duanmu Yu first moved into Mingrong's room, he looked humiliated. There were two beds in the room, separated by a screen. He slept outside, always keeping an eye out for the movements. On the first night, the wind was blowing, and he didn't sleep all night. When Mingrong got up, he saw him facing up on his back, holding a sword in his arms, and his eyes were wide open and bloodshot. Mingrong pursed his lips and was about to speak, when Duanmu Yu suddenly said faintly: "I want to be a general." His voice was full of desperation and distressing.
Winter went to spring, and in a blink of an eye, two years passed. Mingrong's condition did not improve, but she became stronger. She rarely has seizures at night, and she doesn't make a sound unless it's in a lot of pain. Duanmu Yu also gradually adapted to this life, and he began to work hard to practice swordsmanship, hoping to become a great general one day.
One morning, Duanmu Yu found that Mingrong had not gotten up for a long time, and he went around the screen to take a look and was startled. Mingrong's face turned pale, and a shallow circle of tooth marks was bitten on his lips, and his breath was like a gossamer. He hurriedly went to summon someone, and after some tossing, Mingrong finally relented. But the old man called Duanmu Yu out for a lecture. When he returned, his eyebrows were faint, and he couldn't see joy or anger. He sat on the edge of the bed, tucked the quilt for Mingrong with an expressionless face, and a trace of self-deprecation flashed in his eyes: "You don't have to endure it in the future, I should have been used to being trapped in this cage and being your personal servant......If you die in your bed, how much do you think I don't have to be buried? ”
Mingrong was coughed by these words, she grabbed Duanmu Yu's sleeve, as if eager to explain something, but her hand trembled for a long time, but finally let go little by little. She turned her head away, her long hair parted, and she gasped quietly: "Husband, I'm sorry. She knew that she was powerless, thinking that she could take care of the young man's dignity and make up for what he lacked ...... by enduring it night and nightBut she was wrong.
It didn't take long for the housekeeper to find Duanmu Yu and return the sword he had taken to the young man. The housekeeper said respectfully: "The master said that the tiger riding camp is recruiting, please ask my uncle to report tomorrow." Duanmu Yu's hand taking the sword trembled, and he suddenly raised his head in disbelief. The Tiger Cavalry Camp is a place where Dongmu cultivates elite soldiers, and countless people want to enter it even if they squeeze their heads. Duanmu Yu rushed to thank Xiangye, and the old man beckoned, looking very tired: "Treat Rong'er well." Duanmu Yu immediately understood, it was night, and everything was silent, he whispered through the screen, regardless of whether Mingrong could hear it or not: "Thank you." "The moonlight outside the window is just right, the wind blows in the forest, and everything is full of hope.