On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

At the beginning of March, Shangjingxuan settled the army together, and General Du Ming led his troops to march a hundred miles southeast to Peijue, and was talking with Xuanbei in the main tent.

When Du Ming heard about the blessing bag for the first time, he didn't show any surprise, but thought deeply: "When the arrow was hit, he was resisting the enemy general, so he didn't pay attention to careful work. But Gu Shala was able to raise his bow regardless of the military situation, maybe Gu Shala I don't want to hold back anymore."

"It should be a warning." Xuan Bei had a sarcastic smile on his face, "He is warning Gu, don't think that if you get rid of Ge Min, you will be safe."

"In any case, Peijue is the top priority right now." Du Ming said meaningfully: "If the king is not here, Gu Xiala should not rashly cause trouble, after all, this battle is of great importance."

Xuan Bei heard that there was something in his words, turned his head to look at him, and then asked with a half-smile, "Are you in a hurry to drive Gu away?"

The words were ridiculed, and the room was solemn.

"The last general dare not." Du Ming was duplicity, he was not good at words, lowered his head to search his stomach, and barely pulled out a few excuses, "It has been more than a month since the king left the palace, and the first battle has been won. You are already injured, so stay here." This, on the contrary, shakes the court. Qing’an wrote several times saying that the ministers of the court were panicked when they heard about the arrow being hit, so they came to the border in groups to welcome you back.”

When he said this, Du Ming frowned almost invisible.

"Is there such a thing?" Xuan Bei stared at Du Ming, and said meaningfully: "I don't know that people in the court are so worried. The letter from Prime Minister Yu only mentioned various court affairs, and didn't say a word about the rest."

Du Ming's body froze, and he said after a while: "Maybe Qing'an didn't want to worry His Majesty so he didn't mention it. In any case, the army will leave tomorrow, and I hope you will return to Beijing on the same day."

"Guzheng has such a plan." Xuanbei pondered: "When you capture Peijue this time, pay attention to eradicating the weeds and roots, especially those in the royal family who are carefully imprisoned. In addition, take this opportunity to pay attention to Dora the elephant soldier, if you become an enemy in the future, you will get a little more points Odds."

The alliance between countries only has the same interests for a while, and it will naturally be a second language in the future.Du Ming is well versed in this way, so he doesn't say much.His trip was only in response to Yu Qingan's various reminders to urge Xuanbei to return to Beijing.The purpose has been accomplished, no longer stay.

Du Ming stands up and leaves.

"Are we going back?"

On the side, Yu Zijin left Tuo Luo who was still wandering around, and leaned over to Xuanbei's side, and quietly stuffed a pair of cold hands into the bed, sticking them to Xuanbei's warm flesh.

"You don't want to go back?" Xuanbei asked, covering his hands up and down with two palms.

Yu Zijin pursed her lips, stretched out her hand and scratched her face, "Domila plays with Master here, but there are plenty of snacks to eat when I go back to the palace."

Xuan Bei showed displeasure on his face, and said in a deep voice: "After all, they are just passing by for a while, not to mention that Dora will be our enemy sooner or later, do you understand?"

Xuanbei didn't like Yu Zijin running around like a wild cat every day.

He more or less regarded Yu Zijin as his personal property, and he had to keep it with him at all times, otherwise he would know everything about what was going on before he would let Yu Zijin go out.He once saw Yu Zijin and Prince Dora frolicking together from a distance, their smiles were as bright as fireworks, and dazzling.In comparison, Xuanbei felt more unhappy in his heart.

Yu Zijin blinked, and asked without a smile, "Are you fighting?"

"Yes."

"Then..." Yu Zijin thought for a moment, then asked seriously: "Can't you just fight him? I don't want to fight."

"If you and I are together, I will fight, and you will fight." Xuan Bei cruelly pierced Yu Zijin's naive thoughts, "Then you will not be friends anymore."

Yu Zijin pursed her lips, puffed her cheeks and muttered angrily, and then said: "Then fight later. Shall I go to him now? I have to tell him that I'm leaving tomorrow, otherwise he will get angry. "

No complaints or sorrows can be seen on his fair and tender face, he is only interested in playing and drinking, and he doesn't know if he is heartless or sees everything thoroughly.

It's just about today.

Xuanbei thought so, and rarely let go.

Yu Zijin walked briskly, and when she was about to go out, she turned her head and said, "I only play with others when you are not around, and I don't play with them when you are here."

After all, he understands that Xuanbei is inseparable from being used to him and being in charge of him now, so he reassures Xuanbei's heart with a word of good words.After saying this, he quickly got out.

As soon as Yu Zijin came out, Du Ming appeared in his eyes.With a complicated and deep expression, he stood fixedly on the side, as if he wanted to gaze at Xuanbei through the tent, and also as if he wanted to see someone else across Xuanbei.

His gaze is like Dongsheng looking at the sky, deeper and more subtle, like the poison hidden in the dessert.

Du Ming came back to his senses and caught a glimpse of Yu Zijin, turned around and left, the north wind lingered on the hem of his clothes, and he flew wildly.

Yu Zijin squinted his eyes and looked carefully, realizing that Du Ming was holding a familiar piece of jade in his hand.

His elder brother had this piece of jade, and he didn't wear it often. It was of high quality, and the jade color was beautiful.It is a rhombus with sharp corners, which once scratched the fingertips.Unlike Du Ming, this piece is like a treasure in the palm of your hand. It is worn every day, and the corners are round and smooth.

The bright moonlight on the bedside, the cinnabar mole on the tip of the heart, it turns out that from the emperor and general to the delicate woman, everyone has a sky.

This idea came to life in Yu Zijin's mind, but it didn't stir up ripples. He still happily went to find Dorami.

"You're leaving tomorrow?" Duorami slapped the table and got up, pacing back and forth as soon as he heard the news, "Then no one will play with this prince?"

Yu Zijin patted him on the shoulder, "You can play with my master, he can tell stories, all kinds of things. Have you found him yet?"

"I didn't find it." Dorami shook his head. "I only met the soldier with the scar on his left eye. He was not polite at all. If you didn't know him, the prince would have punished him."

"He's not bad." Yu Zijin held Duorami back, "Take me to find them, and I want to tell Master."

"I'll take you there." Dorami strode listlessly and asked, "Can the ugly black bear go?"

"He's not leaving."

"Should I go or not? I shouldn't have stayed here." Duorami was indignant, walked to a small tent angrily, and pointed, "It's right here."

Yu Zijin went in and took a look, and sure enough the scarred soldier was there, sitting alone, and when he saw him, he stuffed a small object into his bosom.

"Have you seen my master?" Yu Zijin asked first.

The Scar Soldier was stunned, and sneered, "It's hard for you to miss him as an old ghost."

"Speak well!" Dorami was dissatisfied with his eccentricity, stepped forward and raised his fist.

Yu Zijin hurriedly stopped Duorami, and said nicely, "I'm leaving tomorrow, I want to tell Master."

The scarred soldier was silent for a long time, before replying: "It is unknown whether he is alive or dead at the front line, if he comes back alive, I will let him know."

"Okay." Yu Zijin nodded, "Then I'm leaving."

The Scar Soldier naturally didn't want to keep him, so the two walked out without saying a word.

"It's disgusting." Dorami stretched out a finger to rub his nose, and said ferociously: "This prince will teach him a lesson sooner or later."

"Let's go play." Yu Zijin diverted his mind and said with a smile, "Let's go."

Doraminian was pressed for time, so he didn't bother to think about it any more, he just cared about hiding things and hiding from people for an afternoon with Yu Zijin.

When Hongxia hung up in the air, the two of them lay down on the ground regardless of face, smiling.

"My prince gave you a good thing." Dorami raised her legs and kicked hard, stood up, fumbled around in the skirt mysteriously.

Yu Zijin watched wholeheartedly.

"I can't find it!" Duorami stared in panic, seeing Yu Zijin still looking at him, her grape-like eyes like stars.

With a ruthless heart, he tore off the silver pendant hanging around his neck and handed it to him. He proudly praised: "This is what our Prince Dora and Princess only have. It's a treasure. Most of them give it to future beautiful ladies. This prince But I will give it to you first, you have to keep it well, and I will give you something else in exchange for the prince in the future."

Yu Zijin weighed the mountain-shaped flat pendant in his hand back and forth, with three small silver bells hanging from it, beautiful and exquisite.

But in the future we will fight.

With a soft voice in his little head, he raised his eyes and saw Dorami's lively eyes like small animals, he couldn't help but tore off the red rope on his left ankle, took off a silver ring with a small crack, and handed it to him. Give it to him, and said sweetly: "My mother gave it to me too. When I was a child, I broke it and tied it with a red string. This is not given to anyone, and I will let you keep it first."

"Okay!" Dorami accepted it proudly, winking and smiling strangely: "We are exchanging tokens, we are brothers!"

"brother?"

Yu Zijin shook his pendant in confusion, the silver bell swayed and jingled all night in his dream.

When I woke up the next day, everything was ready except for departure.

Yu Zijin was still in a daze, put on his clothes and followed Xuanbei to go out. As soon as he was carried into the carriage, he saw Dorami running towards him and waving at him, "Zijin! My prince will send you a message in the future!"

"I don't know how to read." Yu Zijin woke up with a chuckle.

"You learn!" Dorami was aggressive and could not refuse, "Study hard and write back to me."

Yu Zijin, who didn't like reading and writing the most in her life, pouted, and finally agreed, "Got it, I'm leaving."

Dorami suddenly grabbed the cuff with one hand and wiped his eyes, and when he put down his hand, he showed a heroic smile and shouted, "Let's go."

I am leaving.

Yu Zijin said again in his heart before getting into the carriage to join Xuanbei.

The wheels started rolling immediately, and Yu Zijin leaned over the window and saw that Dorami was still waving his hands, so he waved his hands too, and then turned his head away.

Within a hundred steps, Yu Zijin heard someone calling him again.

"Yu Zijin—"

"Yu-zi-jin-"

It wasn't Dorami's voice.

Yu Zijin opened the curtain again, and saw the scarred soldiers running wildly chasing the mighty group of people from a distance.

"Can the carriage stop for a while? Someone is calling me." Yu Zijin tugged at Xuanbei's sleeve.

Xuan Bei glanced at him, ordered the horses and chariots to stop, and closed his eyes to rest again.

Yu Zijin happily stepped out of the carriage, seeing the scarred soldiers approaching quickly, he asked happily, "Do you want to talk to me too?"

The Scar Soldier looked at the young and ignorant boy.

He realized that his eyes were already old in front of this person, no longer immature and fearless, only filled with family and country love and hatred, life and death.

"Uncle Li is dead." He moved his lips and spit out the words ruthless.

Yu Zijin's smile froze.

"He is dead." The scarred soldier said word by word: "Five days ago, in the battle of Dora Gumeng City, he was stabbed dozens of times and died. His body was missing an arm and was mixed with tens of thousands of dead soldiers. No more."

The last gust of wind in Saibei was fierce and cold, and it blew across Yu Zijin's face like a vicious slap in the face.

Those hands gesticulating martial arts;

The hands that weave grasshoppers;

Lost one.

A cloud of desolation rose from the heart to the throat, Yu Zijin blinked slowly twice, and let out a muffled sound.

The two stood opposite each other, speechless.

"Do you want to go with me?" Yu Zijin asked softly.

The scarred soldier shook his head, "I won't go, you can go."

"I'm leaving."

"Ah."

Yu Zijin looked at him for a while, up and down, left and right, with two eyebrows, two eyes, one nose and one mouth, without any distraction, looking into his heart.

"You don't want to die."

He left a sentence and walked into the carriage again.

The wheels of the wheel rolled again ignorantly, rolling, rolling.

"Yu Zijin—"

Yu Zijin listened to people's voices again, and quickly reacted with her head to look.

"Yu Zijin! He has a wife who is seriously ill—

In Lin Family Village in Shangjing—"

The roars lingering in his ears are like crying blood and cutting his heart, it is tearful and crying.

The cold wind was still blowing, Yu Zijin listened with his ears open.

"If you want to--

Then, help her—”

In a daze, he saw the blurred face of the always indifferent scar soldier intertwined with tears, deep down, as if it could also cover the scar.

"Help her—please—you—"

The upright man fell to his knees with a plop, clenched his hands into fists and hit the ground one after another, curling up like a distressed dog.

He shrugged his shoulders, as if pressing down on heavy iron that no one could see.It was so heavy that he bent his back proudly, tearing his face and crying loudly, the crying sound was full of resentment and unwillingness.

"tell her--

Her husband—who died—for the—country—was—a—hero—"

Yu Zijin listened to everything, sniffed, and sat with his head back, unhappy, with a hint of sadness floating between his brows and eyes.

He sat without moving for a whole day, his hands and feet were numb, his heart was also numb, and the pain was gone.

When it was dark, he moved to Xuanbei's side little by little, leaned on Xuanbei's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "If you're dead, you can't tell stories, can you?"

"I can't." Xuanbei didn't sigh, and held him in his arms like a hard armor.

"Will he still die?" Yu Zijin asked in a muffled voice.

Now Xuanbei also sighed softly, deeply.

"Someone always dies, and everyone dies."

Yu Zi was quiet for a while, then asked again: "You die later, okay?"

His voice is as insignificant as the life of a soldier standing in front of millions of people.

But it should not be ignored.

"understood."

Xuanbei rubbed his head.

die.

Xuan Bei thought quietly: For several years of Xiao Xiao, thousands of mountains and rivers and all kinds of mortals are all in front of him, no matter whether it is the prosperity and prosperity of the capital, or the coldness and silence of the killing field in Saibei, only the death of a son can not change.

There is only death, after all, people can't let go, and they can never be indifferent.

Loved ones, far and distant, everyone is mortal.

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