Zheng Rong said

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In the Suohong Plain, the Yan army harassed and shouted every now and then, and every time it was just a small fight, because they couldn't figure out what was going on, the Han army could only cover up and consume it.

Busy with vigilance and fighting, gradually, the soldiers and generals seem to have forgotten that there is a general in a remote place in the barracks.

However, Yang Zhan never forgot that there is no trace of the source of the rumors. He played Han Ji many times, hoping to find out Yun Jie's life experience from the outside world. Xiangcha.This made him very puzzled. If the relationship between the two was not what he thought, they should not be indifferent. According to his speculation, Han Ji must quickly find out the facts when this matter is reported, but it is not the case.

Of course, he also had no time to know that General Ling, who was in confinement in a remote place, was no longer just in confinement.

Sunrise and sunset.

Three meals a day were gradually reduced to one meal a day, and no one greeted or talked with them.

Some of the holes in the hut were blocked someday, day and night, the room was pitch black and no fingers could be seen. The cloud steps were sitting in the corner, and the wooden wall beside him was full of scratches. His fingers walked along the wall and counted silently. , a full 120 ways.

He thought that the officialdom was full of intrigues, but it turns out that the battlefield where life and death are impermanent is also dark, and he felt disappointed. Is it jealousy and oppression in exchange for being kind and clean?He couldn't believe it, but now he had to think so.

Even Tong Huai never came again. He ate one meal a day. Although he could not die of hunger, it made him lose his strength. He couldn't see his own appearance, but he thought it was not much different from a beggar who had nothing to eat and slept on the street.

The wooden door creaked open, a soldier quickly walked in, threw down the bowl and left quickly, the faint night light was fleeting, and the sluggish cloud steps did not move, for a long time, he raised his hand with an indifferent expression , Carve another mark with your nails on the wooden wall, creaking, like a blunt blade cutting a bone.

With a very light sigh, Wan Lai returned to peace.

He stretched his hand behind his back, the bottom corner was covered by weeds, and the writing on the wall was messy with shapeless strokes, but it was just the word Han Ji, slightly stained with blood.

In the capital thousands of miles away, the hearts of the people are very happy.Due to a flood in Huainan, the imperial court dismissed a group of officials who had neglected their duties, and took a good look at the official style.

Since ancient times, heroes have been sad.

He Han Ji, an inconspicuous son of heaven in the long history of history, will be a great achievement or a thousand people will criticize him a hundred years later, but there is only a touch of history in the history books, leaving people to comment.In short, the feeling that he couldn't let go made him unable to let go no matter what.

Some people are loyal and proud, and only insist on the hope in their hearts in the world of vanity. If you want him to obey, you will not be able to use the ten tortures.Snakes hit seven inches, killing people to attack their hearts!

Isolate people, and order everyone to act in secret, cut off all connections, eat less food, and depress yourself a little bit in the dark.He will understand that the barracks is like the outside world.Disappointment creates a need for refuge.

Soldiers make dangerous moves, and when they have to, they can only use this bad strategy, Han Jiru comforted himself.

Counting the days, it was time for him to go.

Thousands of miles of sunset, iridescent.

A light wind blew by, rustling the leaves.

Yun Jie's head touched the wooden wall and half-closed his eyes, the place became more and more deserted, and even the slight ups and downs of breathing seemed extremely clear.It seemed to him that he was blind in both eyes, his sense of smell was dull, and only his ears were sensitive.

The food delivery soldier came once in the middle of the night instead. He hadn't seen the light for a long time, and sometimes he couldn't tell the difference between day and night, and he didn't know whether the door was still opened once a day.

Suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps, a long creaking sound, and a sudden pouring of dazzling white light. Yun Jie shook his body suddenly, buried his head on his shoulder, and frowned.

A figure stood at the door.

After a while, Yun Jie opened his eyes a little bit, but still not used to the fierce light, he half-closed his eyes and looked towards the door.

The figure was almost invisible, and the light was like an arrow. Yun Jie raised his hand to cover his eyes, his breathing suddenly became rapid, his throat throbbed, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Han Ji?"

This hoarse voice made Han Ji feel sad, the glimmer in his eyes was completely dimmed, he turned around to close the door, half opened, the room was bright but no longer glaring.

He unchained and entered the narrow cell.

Yun Jie slowly stood up against the wall, probably still not getting used to it for a while, looking down at the ground with his head down, blinking his eyes once and for all.His disheveled hair was mixed with withered grass, the nails of his fingers were full of cracks, fine wood thorns were embedded in the flesh of his fingertips, and the blood was dry and black.

Standing opposite each other for a while, no one spoke.

Yun Jie raised his head slightly, and found that Han Ji was looking at his hand. He clenched his fist and put his hand behind his back, and smiled, "You...you don't believe me?"

He contemplated countless times, but he still couldn't ask why you came here.

Han Ji leaned over and grabbed his hand, his fingertips wanted to caress the wound covered with sawdust, paused for a moment, he took him into his arms and hugged him tightly, "I believe you."

Yun Jie trembled uncontrollably, glanced outside the door, gave Han Ji a slight nudge, and retreated again and again, "My body is dirty..."

Han Ji stared, unable to speak, the person standing in front of him was not as straight as before, and his timid tone pierced his heart like a sharp needle.

"Let's go, get out of here." Finally Han Ji said.

Yun Jie hummed, but didn't move. He waited for Han Ji to go first, and he followed five steps behind.

There is an open area around the wooden house, and it takes about two sticks of incense to see a few camps scattered, all of which are old, weak and disabled soldiers patrolling the camp outside.

Yun Jie lowered his head and followed without squinting, but it was not difficult to feel the strange eyes of everyone.

Han Ji stopped for a while and looked back at him, and he also stopped immediately, keeping a distance. After these few times, Han Ji no longer forced himself to lead the way.

Rumors are a sharp weapon to kill people. If Yun Jie didn't take it seriously before, this experience is a deep lesson, telling him how to dare to overstep in front of others.

Going to a tent, it is also like a log cabin clearing the scene, alone.

Bathtubs, towels, and clothes are all ready.

After cleansing, the fatigue increased, and I felt drowsy after soaking in the steaming bathtub.

Seeing that the crooked cloud steps were about to drown, Han Ji rolled up his cuffs and picked him up. This hug was another shock. After half a year, the waist touched by his hands, the ribs were distinct.

Yun Jie opened his eyes in panic, and was put down on the bed the next moment.

"I'll do it myself." Yun Jie hurriedly said, putting on his clothes and pants indiscriminately.

"Stay here for the time being, you rest first." Han Jizhen stood by the bed without helping him.

Yun Jie nodded and lay down on the bed.The moment he closed his eyes, he saw Han Ji turning around to leave, without even thinking about reaching out and grabbing his skirt,

Han Ji turned his head in disbelief,

"Can you wait until I fall asleep before leaving?"

Han Ji finally laughed, his eyes curved like a moon, "I won't go," he held Yun Jie's hand and looked at it again and again, "The thorn in the flesh has not been removed, I will repair it for you."

On the contrary, Yun Jie didn't feel sleepy, staring at Han Ji's pricking very carefully, and he was not surprised when he touched a painful spot, as if once in a thousand years, he became so courageous and greedy.

"If you look at me like that, I'll think you're courting."

Han Ji smiled, still focusing on his hands.

Yun Jie turned his eyes away and stared at the top of the camp tent, blushing, "I didn't."

After a while, Yun Jie turned his head again, "What does the commander-in-chief say about me?"

Han Jibo was calm, glanced at him and said, "It's just something out of nothing. I told you once that I would do everything for the general. The commander locked you in confinement to stabilize the morale of the army, and that's what I meant."

"I understand, I didn't think carefully. There is no shortage of generals in the army, I am too self-righteous."

"Remember, no matter when and where, you must be defensive."

Yun Jie sighed softly, "We are both serving the country, why bother?"

"People's hearts are not old, horses and cows have skirts, there are gentlemen and there are villains, without exception."

After picking out the wooden thorns and trimming his nails, Han Ji got up halfway to grab his other hand, and Yun Jie lay on his side. Thinking of Han Ji's words, he looked very helpless,

"Now I'm just afraid of being a small soldier, and it's hard for me to gain a foothold in this army."

Han Ji's hands shook slightly, and he continued, "The matter is over, don't worry about it."

"There are cracks in the reunion of a broken mirror. I have no relatives and no reason in this world. No one can prove that I have nothing to do with Yun Zhetian. How can I know that one day there will be a disturbance, and people who don't like me will spread rumors endlessly. Stop, it's so boring." The voice was full of tiredness.

At this time, Han Ji was obsessed with a deep wooden thorn. He shook it just now, but failed to uproot it. He cut half of it off, and a black spot appeared between his nails. Several times to no avail, he said, "Hold on." .”

As he spoke, he squeezed Yun Jie's fingers tightly.

Yun Jie only frowned, a little bit of pain could not drive away his drowsiness, his eyelids became heavier and heavier,

"Han Ji, I'll go with you..."

Han Ji raised his head abruptly, the scissors in his hand held bloody wooden thorns, as if the bonus was in full bloom.

And the person lying on the side rested on his arm and fell asleep soundly.