From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 1140

Dream.

Whirlpool.

Strange and bizarre, unpredictable and indescribable.

Everything is playing in my mind, and all kinds of phenomena come and go, and the memories of past and present lives are intertwined and mixed into an indescribable appearance.

Sleeping at the end of scattered consciousness, falling into the distance of the dark abyss, seeming awake, intoxicated, as if the world is stagnant, and as if a thousand years have passed.

Voices began to appear. At the moment when the will was unclear, someone was shouting, someone was crying, the voices were getting louder and louder, and countless pictures became clearer and clearer. Then, the voices disappeared and the pictures were broken.

After all, the great sound is silent, and the great image is invisible.

What do you see when you open your eyes?

It's still snow.

Snow in the dark.

There is no light around, only the touchable cold, and only the whistling wind.

His consciousness was still hazy. Zhou Yuan struggled to get up, but his whole body was in pain or numbness, and he couldn't move at all.

Covered by snow, only the part above his shoulders was exposed. He didn't know how many bones were broken, and he didn't know how long he had slept.

Unable to struggle, he could only face the cold wind and darkness.

His heart became more and more painful, and the tragic scenes that happened came to his mind, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

Zhou Yuan was silent, and finally he could only sigh.

When did it change?

When did my heart change?

Perhaps it was when I came here last time and witnessed the tragedy of the Donghai Jurchen tribe, my heart was slowly tightening.

Perhaps it was after returning to Shenjing, facing the opposition of countless ministers and the criticism from all walks of life, although his heart was as strong as iron, the pressure on his body was even heavier.

Or perhaps it was when he knew that something happened in the northwest and was forced to fight on two fronts, the pressure in his heart reached its peak, and his whole body was tightly tense, and his will dared not relax at all.

Zhou Yuan knew the importance of this war, he knew it deeply, and was questioned.

Because of this, the pressure and will like a mountain weighed on him.

Ningyue's adventure and the news of her pregnancy added another layer of pressure to him, but he could not express it, because he was the commander here, not the husband.

But his nerves were already stretched to the extreme, and the boundless pressure almost destroyed him.

Zhou Yuan didn't know it.

Almost no one could stand in his perspective and think about him.

Except Guan Lu.

This comrade who had followed him all the way from Yunzhou saw his pressure and tension, and wrote a letter to Li Yu'an for this.

But it was too late.

With the death of Wang Xiong, Zhou Yuan's heart had collapsed.

He still didn't know it.

On the battlefield, he was used to restraining his emotions, used to putting the war first, and ignoring his other feelings.

His heart was full of holes, but he could not feel the pain. It was not until the moment when the Virgin appeared that he dared to lose control of his emotions for a while and shed two tears.

But the seeds had been planted and had taken root.

He became impatient, eager to win, and blindly stupid without realizing it.

No one could help him. Guan Lu was not there, Wang Xiong was dead, and Lao Xiong was in the northwest...

In terms of war wisdom, Zhou Yuan was almost alone here, and his illness eventually brought disaster.

"Everyone only noticed that Andre wanted to escape, and everyone subconsciously thought that he was at the end of his rope and would not fight back."

Zhou Yuan murmured: "Xue, I should have thought of it, I should have thought of it..."

"Andre led the cavalry first, and was forced back by the Virgin Sister. I didn't even find it strange. I didn't even think he would do something here..."

He closed his eyes, and the self-blame in his heart was beyond description, but it was meaningless.

People always become sober after severe pain.

But no one would sympathize with such a person, most people only care about the result.

"Not good... Daguang and the others probably won't escape!"

Zhou Yuan, who had become sober, suddenly woke up, and then he remembered... the group of old soldiers from the five military camps were determined, how could they escape...

"No, we can't let them die..."

Zhou Yuan struggled to get up, but his whole body was in pain and numbness, and he couldn't move.

"And the Virgin Sister! She was too seriously injured, and it was too dangerous to face the pursuit of two thousand cavalrymen..."

He became impatient and wanted to use his internal force, but he couldn't, so he roared hard.

There was a roar in response to him.

From the depths of darkness ahead, the king-like roar, the roar that almost shook people's hearts.

Zhou Yuan was stunned, and he saw a pair of glowing eyes.

Then, a tiger approached slowly with cautious steps, with a fierce look on its face, and the appearance of grinding its teeth and sucking blood made people feel creepy.

It's not the other side of Juyongguan!

This tiger weighs only about 150 kilograms, and is smaller in size.

Now thisstate, it's over...

Just when he was in despair, another roar sounded, which seemed to shake the earth.

A white-browed tiger with hanging eyes rushed from a distance, its huge body roaring and making a low roar.

It came to the front of the female tiger, nudged the female tiger's head with its head, and then walked towards Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan immediately shouted: "Brother Tiger, good brother, mountain god, we have an old friendship...ah..."

The giant tiger pounced on him, dug the snow in a few strokes, grabbed Zhou Yuan's collar, and pulled him up.

It raised its head, roared, licked the blood stains on Zhou Yuan's face, sneezed again, and seemed very happy.

Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "I think you are loyal...it's worth the meat I gave you..."

The female tiger also walked over slowly, and the couple rubbed their ears and kept roaring.

Then the tigress lay down beside Zhou Yuan's head, lying on her side with her belly exposed, as if to signal him something.

Zhou Yuan was stunned for a while before he reacted due to the numbness of his body.

In a hurry, he could not care about so much, and he had to fill his stomach first...

But suddenly he heard Brother Tiger roaring in shock, and the two tigers turned around and ran away without hesitation, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

"Sister Virgin Mary? Sister Virgin Mary!"

Zhou Yuan saw something was wrong and shouted immediately.

But the cold wind was howling all around, but no one appeared.

Zhou Yuan couldn't help shouting a few more times, and waited for a long time, but still no one appeared.

He began to feel uneasy, struggling to get up, but he was still in great pain, but no longer numb.

Therefore, he realized that many of his bones should be broken.

He circulated his internal energy, but found that his internal energy was scattered and unable to circulate at all. There was only a ball of true energy in his heart, so pure and majestic, protecting his heart meridian.

Zhou Yuan didn't even need to think about it, he knew it was left by Sister Virgin Mary.

In her state...

Zhou Yuan didn't dare to think any further. He tried to prop himself up, but he still couldn't use any strength. Even though his whole body was in pain, it was useless.

Thinking that she was still being hunted and didn't know whether she could escape, and that Daguang and the others might have to risk their lives to stop Andre, Zhou Yuan was anxious and sad. He gritted his teeth and propped himself up, screaming in pain.

Cold sweat flowed out, his face was pale, and his lips trembled in pain.

And at this moment, a sigh sounded - "Alas... Yuan Yizi... Is the world bitter?"

Along with the voice, a figure wearing an ancient Taoist robe floated over.

Su Youzi looked at his apprentice, revealing a face full of worry and heartache, and shook his head and said, "Is the world bitter?"

Zhou Yuan couldn't hold on and fell down, choking and saying, "Master..."

Su Youzi sighed, "The world is ever-changing, and you are not a saint, how can you fully control it?"

"Once you are negligent, once you make a mistake, people will want to trample you into the mud."

"A few years ago, I advised you to retire, but you refused to listen."

"Now you torture yourself like this, what can you get in return?"

Zhou Yuan was silent.

Is it wrong to want to do something?

He was worried about the Virgin Sister, Xingyao, and the brothers in the Fifth Army Camp. The pain in his heart was beyond description, and he was no longer in the mood to discuss with the master.

He just held back his tears and choked and said, "Master, help your disciples..."

Hearing this, Su Youzi's figure trembled slightly, and turned his face to the side, not letting Zhou Yuan see his expression.

She was silent, and finally murmured: "It is the master's duty to help his apprentice."

After that, she waved her sleeves, and the pure Dao rhyme instantly enveloped Zhou Yuan, causing him to faint.