Zheng Rong said

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The blue sky is like washing, like a blue lake.

The clouds in the sky are gloomy, merging silently, getting thicker and thicker.

In the armory room, the sound of hammering iron and sharpening blades roared close to my ears.

After Han Ji said that, he stood aside and waited quietly.

Yunjie recruited a soldier who carried weapons and ordered the damaged wolf shaft to be returned to the furnace for recasting.

He didn't close his eyes all night, and he was somewhat tired. When he walked to Han Ji, he said in a low voice, "Pay back to the account."

Han Ji smiled immediately, and followed him a step away, following him step by step.

After walking for a while, Yun Jie stomped his feet and raised his hand as a gesture of invitation, intending to ask Han Ji to go ahead.

Seeing Han Ji take two strides obediently, he followed.

Back in the tent, Yun Jie wiped his face with cold water, cheered up, took out the astronomical book and looked at it, and said to Han Ji who was sitting dryly in the other side,

"The spring rain seems to be much earlier this year?"

Han Ji moved the heated chair and himself to the table, with a slightly sad expression, "Si Tianjian reported that this year's weather is unlucky, and the seat of Cassiopeia of Xiguan is sometimes hidden, and sometimes it is extremely bright, and the Suzaku of Nanguan is also there. It's darker."

Yun Jie was silent for a moment, and said, "The new king succeeds to the throne, and the foundation of the country is still unstable. It is normal for heaven and man to sense changes in the astrology, so there is no need to pay too much attention to it."

Han Ji nodded hastily, "Misfortunes come with blessings, I'm not worried about the sky."

Yun Jie didn't answer, but stared at the book, as if thinking about something.

Han Ji was still brooding over the quarrels he said yesterday, so he couldn't bring himself to joke at the moment, for fear of making him unhappy again.

So a long silence.

After a long time, Yun Jie coughed and said, "There is something I think I should explain to you."

Han Ji couldn't laugh, and reluctantly hooked his lips, "Say it."

Suddenly I heard that Fansheng reported, "Master, there is an urgent message from the capital."

Han Ji raised his eyebrows, his joys and sorrows unclear, "I'm waiting outside the tent."

Yun Jie quickly said, "No rush, you go ahead, I'll lie down for a while."

Talking about getting up, Han Ji pressed his hand, "There is nothing to avoid, and you will join me in the details."

Then he raised his voice, "Come in."

Fan Sheng put a small stack of letters on the table with a numb face, glanced at Yun Jie from the corner of his eye, and said indifferently, "There is a letter from the palace."

"Understood." Han Ji responded casually, without asking which one it was, divided the letter into two halves, and pushed the other half in front of Yun Jie.

At this moment, Yun Jie didn't know whether he should stand up and let Han Ji take the main seat. After Fan Sheng finished speaking, he left the stage decisively, dispelling his hesitation.

As soon as Han Ji got the letter, he opened it and browsed through it at a glance.

Yun Jie stared at Han Ji for a while before opening the last letter.

Coincidentally, he had a letter from the palace in his hand.Seeing that his expression was getting more and more wrong, Han Ji didn't notice it at all.

He was punching his head in a rage.

In one of the letters, heavy rains fell in the Huainan area for several days, and the river embankment was washed away, and the flood of the river caused the flooded houses to collapse.Before he left Beijing, he paid the salary and ordered the governor of Huainan to repair the embankment, but the governor of Huainan believed that the old officials were negligent and dereliction of duty, and the process was delayed again and again, so that the disaster was out of control.

With a snap, Han Ji threw out the letter and slammed it on the table, "This old guy is getting more and more confused, he must be chopped off sooner or later!"

Then he looked at Yun Jie, his anger slowed down, "Is there something important for you?"

Yun Jie put the letter in his hand and the unopened letter in front of him, "There must be."

Seeing that his lips and face were as pale as Han Ji's, he thought it was because he hadn't slept all night and was tired. He picked up the letter and read it, but with just one glance, he looked up in a daze as if he had been beaten with a stick.

Yun Jie grinned, "Misfortunes come with blessings, and it is an important happy event for us to have successors in Dingkang."

According to this letter, the empress is three months pregnant, and she has a strong reaction, coupled with excessive worry, sleep and food, and fear of miscarriage. I hope that you will return to Beijing to appease me.

Han Ji's fingers trembled slightly, and he lowered his hand unconsciously, hiding it at the bottom of the letter paper, "Only once, the Yuanxi night banquet, I didn't know until I woke up, and I stayed in Yang's Palace."

"There is no need to explain this." Yun Jie stood up, interrupted Han Ji, and turned his back to pick up the pen and ink. "I have some rough paper here. If I can't use it, I can only find it elsewhere." He squeezed Inking Ingot Eyes Asking.

Han Ji nodded.

So Yunjie began to grind ink in an orderly manner,

The tent fell into silence, and the ink ingot was grinding the inkstone one by one, making a slight grinding sound.

The inkstone melted into an ink pool of Wang Xuanqing, Yun Jie put the ink ingot on hold, and said again, "Take care of the business, call me." Then he went to the bed and lay down in his clothes.

Han Ji's eyes were covered with a layer of gray, as if the ink ingot had worn all over his internal organs, pulling all the blackness out of his eyes.

It can't be blamed on Fan Sheng for not reminding him, and Yun Jie can't blame him for abandoning him by means, it can only be blamed for lovesickness and mistaking bitter wine as a good medicine.

After noon, the weather was extremely fast.

There is nowhere to rely on the sky and clouds, and there are many depressions.

After Han Ji finished writing back, he didn't wake up Yun Jie, and sat alone in the tent in a daze.

The person on the bed never woke up or turned over once.

When he stretched out his hand and saw a phantom, Han Ji finally stood up, came to the bed, and lay down next to the cloud steps.

At this time, the cloud steps moved and moved into the bed.

After a stick of incense, there was a sound in the silence.

Yun Jie turned over and lay flat on his back.

"Han Ji."

"Ah."

The muffled response was near the pillow.

"What is the most ordinary family you have ever seen?"

Han Ji was silent for a moment, "Father loves mother, brother respects brother."

Yun Jie laughed silently, Han Ji couldn't see him, he was buried on Yun Jie's shoulder.

"There is something more common than that. When I was young, two neighbors quarreled over an egg for a whole month. Later, they suspected that I stole it, and they guarded my door to reprimand my mother. My mother had no choice but to take me a hundred miles away. Settled in the capital. When I arrived in the capital, hungry beggars competed with dogs for food, tramps scratched their bodies for lice to satisfy their hunger, and landowners who regarded wealth as their life wantonly raped people. I can see these things every day. Do you know how I am? Do? I dodged like everyone else, I endured endlessly, and never thought of getting ahead. I didn't take this path until my mother died."

Han Ji buried his head deeper.

"Look, I'm no different from most people. I'm just passing by. I'm extremely ordinary. I'm afraid of being judged right and wrong, and I'm afraid that others will look at me differently."

Han Ji was silent all the time. After a while, Yun Jie turned his head to the side, and the breath around his neck was lingering, warm and slightly rushing.

"Are you sincere?"

Sensing Han Ji nodding, he continued, "I treat you like that, but you don't care about it. You must have endured a lot in your heart, so I thought, are you here to persuade me to return to Beijing?"

Han Ji froze for a moment, and Yun Jie giggled twice, "You and I have only known each other for more than a year, but it was the saddest year in my life. I don't like entangled relationships. We should have It's over."

Han Ji's voice fluttered slightly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't force me to go back to the capital, everything else is up to you."

"I have only one request."

"Neither you nor I want this to be known to others...I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't be a male favorite who looks forward to the king's luck every day."

There was another moment of silence.

"Han Ji," Yun Jie said, "You have your destiny, and I have my bottom line. They don't force each other. No matter how long it takes, it's fine for a lifetime. If you still miss me, come and see me once in three or five years."

After a rustle, Han Ji sat up from the bed.

But there is nothing to say.

Even if there are thousands of words, there is no way to say them.The obsession stuck in his heart could not allow him to endure the vain lovesickness of each other.

In terms of cruelty, he is no match.

The edge of the bed lightened suddenly, and the torches in the camp were lit at this moment. The Yunjie only saw Han Ji's back, which disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the residual heat around him quickly dissipated.