Chapter 802 (1/2)

Published at 19th of March 2019 08:36:33 PM

Chapter 802

The winter was cold and windy .

As the tension was released, the refugees were relocated . People living in the Southern City were working hard to rebuild their homeland .

Hundreds of Tang soldiers were pa.s.sing by along the road . Judging from their armor and weapons, they were likely to be from the garrison troops . Seeing them, people would put down their tools and encourage them . Some of them would shout, ”Come on, Chang'an is close . ”

The soldiers would nod and move on . The applause would stop soon after . Since the imperial court was unable to increase the relief efforts, they had to help themselves out to pull through the winter . At least, they had to mend the houses .

Behind the Tang Army's procession there were several carriages . People a.s.sumed they were southern officials and paid no attention to them . They would never believe that these people in the carriages had, in a sense, saved the country .

The suns.h.i.+ne shone through the gaps and fell on Jun Mo's face—his pale face looked like white snow under the suns.h.i.+ne . He looked at the scorched village and kept silent . n.o.body knew what he was thinking .

Mu You looked at his face and could not help becoming worried .

All of the Academy disciples had been injured in the Verdant Canyon . She was less injured but she had spent too much Psyche Power in maintaining the tactical array . She felt better after these days .

The rest of them were all in worse shapes and still could not get up after treatment . They all rested in the trailing horse carriages, hoping to recover .

Jun Mo was the one she worried the most since his injuries were the most severe . He had woken up after they left the Verdant Canyon . He seemed fine, but everyone was worried .

It was because he barely talked during the trip—he just sat by the window, watching the wilderness covered with snow or the burned villages .

Looking at his face and hair scattering on his back, Mu You rested her eyes on his empty sleeve and sighed silently in her heart .

The carriages did not enter Chang'an . They headed directly to the Academy .

The Tang Army who escorted them had left before they reached the meadow . The meadow was covered with snow and peach flowers, which hadn't yet blossomed . The Academy was quiet and lonely .

There was no royalty, ministers and citizens welcoming them and they heard no gong sounds . Only a few people were waiting for them .

However, they didn't care . They did not inform the people in Chang'an . Returning to the Academy was coming home .

There were only two people waiting for them on the meadow—the cute little servant, Xu Jialun and Ning Que, who was leaning on a crutch and covered in bandages .

The little servant cried out before he could say something .

He had been scared since Jun Mo left . He was so excited when he saw his young master come back safely until he found his empty sleeve .

He cried out loudly .

Jun Mo frowned and said, ”Stop . ”

Upon hearing this, the little servant tried to stop, but his tears were too much to be wiped off . Then he saw Jun Mo's hair which made him break down once again .

”Young master, what happened to your hair?”

Staring at his empty sleeve and gray hair, Ning Que was speechless .

Jun Mo said with a straight face, ”It is too dusty after the long trip . ”

It sounded clumsy and adorable, but no one laughed .

The carriage was quiet .

”Why is the Academy so quiet?” Second Brother asked .

Ning Que answered, ”Third Sister dismissed the instructors and students in advance, so some of them left . Most of them are working for the imperial court in Chang'an or joined the army . ”

Jun Mo asked, ”How are Elder Brother and Yu Lian?”

”They are disabled for now, but they look fine,” Ning Que answered .

The carriage drove through the ruined stone gate of the Academy and went deep inside .

The buildings and the Front Hall of the second floor had been destroyed . Even the paths to the old library and the back of the mountain were devastated . They could not find anyone to rebuild them for now .

Jun Mo grew silent as he was taking in the scene .

It was still as warm as spring in the back of the mountain .

The little servant and Tang Xiaotang carried the disciples into the hut and laid them on beds for their recovery . Some of them had woken up, but the rest were still unconscious .

There would be no vertical bamboo flute sounds, music, booming sounds, or brawls between Song Qian and the Eighth Brother temporarily . Probably they would never see their Master again .

The Eldest Brother and Yu Lian were both sitting in wheelchairs .

Jun Mo released Mu You's hand and walked to the Eldest Brother, saluting . Then he turned to Yu Lian and said, ”Xiong Chumo deserves to die . Why didn't you kill him?”

Yu Lian answered, ”He is more useful living than dead . ”

Second Brother thought for a while and let it go .

Looking at his empty sleeve and gray hair, Eldest Brother comforted him and said, ”Teacher told us, if something was unchangeable, we have to adapt . ”

”I don't care, but I feel sorry . ”