Beyond the Great Wall

Shen Wancong's condition didn't improve much after arriving at the frontier, although Mengche had specially reserved a good place for them in the frontier.With no flowers and no water, Shen Wancong seemed a bit bored, but every night he ran to the yard to watch the moon as if fulfilling his promise.Time passed quickly, and on Qixi Festival, Tang Lin helped Shen Wancong get Meng Che's first letter from Mijing, but at that time Shen Wancong was so sick that he could barely hold a pen.

It is better to say that he is here to recuperate than to die.Gu Qin came to the pharmacy almost early in the morning to make the medicine himself, while Tang Lin stood by Shen Wancong's side and reported to the master whenever there was a situation.Meng Che's letters came frequently, but Shen Wancong didn't reply to any of them, and burned them as soon as he read them.Tang Lin knew that it wasn't that he didn't want to reply, but that his hand holding the pen didn't have the slightest strength, and the words he wrote were crooked.Tang Lin couldn't bear it, so he said just send it like this, so that he can feel at ease.

Shen Wancong smiled and said: "If such a word comes to him, he will definitely abandon everything and come here desperately... If it is true, how can he establish his majesty in front of the common people and civil and military officials... ..." He sighed softly, "He is the emperor who intimidates the world..."

Tang Lin suddenly didn't dare to speak, and he couldn't do anything now.It is useless to persuade a person who already knows how much life he has left.The master is still boiling the medicine, as if he must compete with the sky.He really wanted to go back and tell the emperor who was sitting tall, but how could he tell him.

Shen Wancong was getting more and more serious, no matter how much medicine was administered, it would not help.Gu Qin learned from him that his illness was the same as his father's back then, Shen Wancong smiled wryly and said how could his ancestor's illness be cured, let's take a break earlier and let it go.Tang Lin could see that although the master was tough on the surface, he was still worried in his heart.The disease was caused by rain, and the treatment time was delayed, so there may not be much confidence in the cure.

At night, he was often so painful that he couldn't sleep, so he just got up and took a pen and paper to write stroke by stroke.Sometimes the pain was so severe that I couldn't bear the tears and dripped into the inkstone, so I grinded the ink bit by bit with the tears and continued to write. The only light red paper was moistened and faded for a long time.Just tear and grind ink, the red paper is colorless.Shen Wancong couldn't breathe after hearing this sentence, but for some reason the corners of his eyes got wet when he smiled, he said it was because he laughed too hard.Tang Lin and Gu Qin never believed his words.

Shen Wancong talked about the autumn moon beyond the Great Wall every day, but Hu Tian in August was full of snow, how could his current body withstand the heavy snow.He has been waiting stubbornly for autumn, for the moon outside the Great Wall that he has seen before.The moon is getting full day by day, and the Mid-Autumn Festival, which symbolizes reunion, also comes with the full moon.But he became haggard little by little with the brilliance of the full moon. Although there was still a smile on his brows and eyes, he couldn't hide the pain of terminal illness.

Tang Lin finally couldn't help but say go back, go back and see him, you miss him very much.Shen Wancong picked up a small piece of mooncake and stuffed it into his mouth. The cinnamon syrup melted on the tip of his tongue, and the sweet and greasy taste completely controlled his taste buds.He smiled: "He doesn't want to see me like this either. I'm sick, it's annoying to see." Gu Qin made the mooncakes himself, and he paused while cutting the mooncakes.

"The emperor has just sent a letter, saying that the concubine Chen has become a monk." Gu Qin brought a plate of snowy mooncakes and placed them on the table. There is still one day before the Mid-Autumn Festival that he has been thinking about. If he changes his mind, he can go out and have a look moon.Looking at his appearance, maybe he will not get better. He deliberately behaved and thought that time was running out, even if Meng Che came here at this time, he would return without success.

"Gu Qin...I want to reply a letter. After practicing for a long time, I should be able to write a few sentences." Shen Wancong struggled to get up, "Bring me the letter and let me have a look."

When He Yin became a monk, Meng Che found out that she was misbehaving and confounding right and wrong. In a fit of anger, he scolded her for a while and even demoted her rank.He Yin has a strong temper, so he handed over a letter and said that he became a monk.It may be that Meng Che thought that the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, so he brushed it off.The letter is more about telling him to pay attention to his health, and there is also a sentence to come back as soon as possible.Shen Wancong carefully recalled the mark on He Yin's neck at that time, it was more like a pinch by herself than a hickey.He thought that it might be purely helpless for He Yin to do it, so he kept holding back.

Shen Wancong lowered his head to look at the sharp pen for a long time, bit by bit he stroked the jade pendant that Meng Che had warmed to him that night.Come back, let him come back.One sentence that night was already a resolution, he should never have appeared in front of him again.Shen Wancong wrote painstakingly and earnestly: He Xunliang did not get a good marriage, even if he sighed helplessly in the world of mortals.

He sighed softly: "It's not as good-looking as it used to be, and I don't know if he will get bored after seeing it." After handing it over to Tang Lin, he waved his hand and let Meng Che's letter fall into the brazier, the paper turned into fire, and the smoke and dust curled up .When Gu Qin went out to fetch medicine, he was the only one left in the room.He suddenly reached out his hand to the ashes on the charcoal, wanting to pick up Meng Che's letter again.But how could he pick it up? There was a tingling pain between his fingers, and the tongue of fire licked his pale hands.He only smiled wryly, chanted Ache Ache aloud, retracted into the quilt again, and hugged himself tightly with his arms.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, moistening the pillow.He huddled helplessly in the quilt, trembling and closing his eyes tightly, but kept saying Archer.Meng Che, whom he accidentally fell in love with, would never see himself, and he was very sad.He suddenly became speechless, and the strength to open his eyes disappeared all of a sudden.He heard the sound of the wind blowing through the grass outside the window, but there was darkness in front of him. He remembered the cloudy whiteness in a dream, but there was endless darkness ahead, and there was no Meng Che waiting for him.

He knew that now the bright moon was in the sky and the moon was shining like water, but he couldn't see it anymore.How many times has he really met Saiwaiyue, and how many times has Meng Che really been with him peacefully?He regretted that back then, if there hadn't been that rain and fire, if it hadn't been for He Yin and his father, would he have been a quiet prince, watching Meng Che majesticly rule the world from a distance...

Archer, the moon beyond the Great Wall is really beautiful, but without you, I feel a little lost.

When Tang Lin and Gu Qin came in, Shen Wancong huddled under the quilt and hugged him tightly, with tears still on his face, as if he had fallen asleep.They wanted to lie to themselves that Shen Wancong was just tired and took a rest first.Tomorrow he will still wake up as usual, with crooked eyebrows and eyes, like spring dyeing beyond the Great Wall.

But where does the spring breeze come from outside the Great Wall.