Zheng Rong said

21

The autumn wind is like a dagger.

The cold air swept across, and the night was frightened.

Candles were dimly lit.

The door creaked, as if it was about to be blown open by the wind.

The quilt on the bed was arched up, and only the messy hair beside the pillow could be seen.

There was a faint strange sound.

Yun Jie lifted his quilt and was poking his head out. After listening carefully, there were intermittent knocks on the door.

Today is Han Ji's big wedding, who will disturb people's dreams in the middle of the night.

Yun Jie took his coat and put it on, and just came out of the warm blanket, he couldn't help shivering.I haven't practiced for more than a month, and I feel cold in my bones at the end of autumn.

When the latch was removed, the door opened automatically, and the cold wind poured in, scurrying about in the room.

The candle flame flickered and would never go out.

The smell of alcohol hit his face, Yun Jie fixed his eyes, and it was Han Ji who came.

He was dressed in red, and the wind rushed from both sides of him, tearing up the hem of his clothes, and his long messy hair covered half of his face.

Han Ji raised his head, his eyes reflected the warm candle, and he smiled, and said in a low voice, "It's cold."

Yun Jie stepped back and opened the door, letting people in, and then bolted the door.

When I turned around, I was greeted with a full embrace.

Han Ji rested his head on his shoulder, half-closed his eyes as if he was sleepy, just breathing lazily.

The cool air passing through the clothes dissipated quickly, and after standing silently for a while, Yun Jie said, "I'm cold too, go to bed."

It was not rare for this person to speak to him, although it was a sentence of truth and nonsense.

Han Ji was also happy, took his hand and took him to the bed. Seeing Yun Jie shrinking into the quilt, he got in together with his clothes, and hugged him full again.

Yun Jie couldn't breathe, struggled a few times, Han Ji relaxed a little, and then stopped, letting himself be hugged like this.

Silent for a long time.

Hearing the sound of sparks beeping, the breathing above his head was slow and steady, Yun Jie straightened his neck to look, but Han Ji was not asleep, he moved and looked down at him.

After another meeting, Yun Jie groped in the bed and began to undress Han Ji.

Han Ji didn't respond.

"You don't want to?" Yun Jie stopped.

Han Ji grinned silently, he didn't want to, but at this moment he felt that it was good to stay like this, "Let's talk."

Yun Jie stopped groping, and quietly curled up beside him, "What are you talking about? Why are the flowers and candles in your bridal chamber here?"

"You..." The anger in Han Ji's heart surged up, but his reason suppressed the annoyance in time, "It's not that you don't mind at all."

"I don't mind, so there is nothing to say." Yun Jie pulled off Han Ji's wedding clothes almost roughly with his hands up and down, but Han Ji just didn't move, the clothes faded to his arms and stuck behind his back, Yun Jie became impatient and stared at him. Han Ji asked, "Are you doing the next one today?"

Han Ji's eyes shrank sharply, and with his long arms, he took him down on the bed and turned over to bully him, "If you want, you can..."

His words were duplicity, and before Yun Jie could say anything else, he blocked the way out.

Yun Jie stared blankly at the top of the bed, "Why don't you go to bed early tomorrow, stay here."

Han Ji glanced at him, very tired, "Listen to you." He leaned over and kissed his lips lightly, and stuffed the two into the quilt.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Han Ji's breathing gradually became steady, and he fell into a deep sleep.

But the person in his arms kept his eyes open.

It was dawn.

Yun Jie got off the bed lightly, took out his clothes, and put them on in an orderly manner.

Han Ji rolled his eyelids a few times and finally opened them, still sleepy, "Why did you wake up, what time?"

Yun Jie tightened his belt, and said, "I almost forgot that today is my mother's memorial day, I will go back as soon as I go."

Han Ji raised his arm and rubbed his eyes, "I'll be with you..." Only then did he realize that his wrist was tied with a ribbon, and he looked along the ribbon.

But at the same time that Yunjie was fully assembled, he bent down to pick up the silk belt, and pulled it hard, only to hear the rustling sound, and the silk belt was quickly tightened.

Han Ji's hands and feet straightened like marionettes, and in the blink of an eye, he was stretched upright at the four corners of the bed.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of brocade cloth was stuffed into the mouth.

Yun Jie turned over and fell to the ground, and beat the knot to death again, "Han Ji, do you know what I hate the most?"

Han Jikong stared blankly,

Yun Jie approached step by step, his eyes were calm and calm, "I hate others to seek me out the most," he knelt down on the edge of the bed, his eyes suddenly became fierce, he raised his hand and slapped Han Ji's side neck, "especially It's you."

Han Ji fell into a coma logically, but you heard that sentence very clearly.

Yun Jie covered the quilt tightly and stood beside the bed for a while.

It was daylight, and it was time for him to set off.

I didn't have much luggage when I came here, and I didn't even bring a saber, so leaving now will save me a lot of trouble.

Opening the door, the birdsong was clear and the air was cold, and the morning sun was shining like a rainbow. He stepped out of the threshold with vigor.

Walking through the ginkgo corridor, meeting Fan Sheng at the crossing, waiting meticulously and quietly.

"Commander Xiao," Yun Jie heard Han Tang call Fan Sheng, "he said that today he will be exempted from court, and tell the people below not to disturb him. I have to go on my mother's memorial day, and I will be back soon."

Fan Sheng gave him a faint look and bowed to accept his order.

Arriving at Long Street, Yunjie turned into the alley of the house.

Sure enough, the trailing spies followed him closely, but after twists and turns, they were all knocked unconscious by him one by one.

Then he bought a fast horse and went straight to Nancheng.

The first thing is to go to Zhang's mansion.

Yun Jie put the few remaining bank notes on the table together, "Master Zhang, my mother's funeral expenses should be enough, thanks to the past care."

Mr. Zhang got up for a walk in the morning, faced Yun Jie's sudden visit and then left quickly, obviously in a daze, and didn't even have time to say a joking word.

The second thing is to go to school.

He took out the emerald from his bosom, returned it to Zhang Zhixiao, and said bluntly, "I'm going back to the barracks today, and I won't be going back to Beijing again, take care of it!"

Zhang Zhixiao was holding the emerald stone that was still warm, and when he saw Yun Jie turn around in a hurry, he hurriedly stopped him, remembering what he said in the past, his eyes showed timidity, "... nothing else, this emerald stone can keep you safe, and weapons have no eyes, no matter what I hope you are safe." He said and handed out the emerald stone.

Yun Jie glanced at the emerald green and moist emerald, "No need, life and death are fateful, I didn't believe in this at first, so farewell, take care!"

After saying that, he stepped into the stirrup and turned to sit still, raising the whip to urge the horse without hesitation.

The last thing is his mother's tomb, the memorial day is just a cover, he has already determined that his emperor's order is hard to violate or the military order is like a mountain, and he will never return to Beijing.

Fame, honor and favor are not shared by the living, not to mention the dead, the loess and bones are covered with smoke.

Yun Jie pounded the soil from the cemetery, put it into an empty money bag, and finally touched the name on the stele, saying goodbye sadly.

At the end of autumn, the green grass is rough, and the horses can't eat, and they raise their necks and whine.

Yun Jie looked towards the side of the road, looked at the horse, and couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, as wild as last night.

The sun is in the sky, and the warm light drives away the cold.

It was almost lunch time, and those who did not return returned.

Fan Sheng was puzzled, hesitantly walked to the door of the room, raised and lowered his hand, determined to wait another quarter of an hour.

Han Ji woke up, furious and unable to break free from the shackles on his hands and feet.

Finally just lay down like this.

He didn't feel like he had done anything wrong.Han Tang was indeed ordered by him to find out about Yun Jie's past.Unexpectedly, knowing that the two had a private appointment, although it was made five or six years ago when they were young, it also made him depressed for a long time.

After all, he was confident that Yun Jie was only one step away from talking to him, so he let Han Tang take action.

But to protect people in a gentle place and stay away from right and wrong, it is not because he cares too much about the eyes of others, and it is shameless to seek promotion by serving others, Han Ji remembers it.

Fortunately, he ignored Yang Zhan's persuasion repeatedly and insisted on recalling him.

How is the result?King Xiang just has a dream!

It was almost noon, and none of the spies who were ordered to follow up came back. Fan Sheng couldn't wait any longer, and knocked on the door of the room.

Even after knocking several times, there was no movement in the room.

Fan Sheng tried to push the door, and if the door couldn't be opened, he would give up.

But the door creaked and opened a crack.

Fan Sheng pushed the door open again, "Master, it's past noon."

"Well…"

There was a brief tone from inside, Fan Sheng immediately pushed the door open and entered,

"Damn it!"

Fansheng pleaded guilty and quickly untied the knot at the head of the bed.

"Subordinates, go and chase General Ling back!"

Han Ji tore off the brocade cloth in his mouth and threw it aside, waved his hand to stop it, his face was more relaxed than before, he walked slowly to the closet, and took out a blue-gray dress.

However, Fan Sheng felt that under the calm appearance, there was an evil spirit dormant, which made him dare not say anything else.

"There is a gully in the heart, forbearance and determination. All life, this kind of person is not enough to frustrate him, and he can't beat him, shut him down, or get better."

Han Ji spoke carelessly, tightened his belt, and flicked his clothes casually twice with both hands.

In the end, he stood in front of the door in the warm light, and whispered some instructions to Fan Sheng.

Fan Sheng's unchanging expression suddenly became violent, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, he stared at Han Ji in a daze.

Han Ji gave him a reaffirmative nod, and then walked leisurely to the corridor.

A piece of ginkgo leaf swirled in the air, inadvertently drifted past Han Ji's fingers, and was caught between his fingers. In an instant, he saw a bunch of dust floating in the wind in his open palm.

The eagle's feathers are destroyed, and it is safe to fly in the sky?