Zheng Rong said

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"master…"

Back in the tent, Fan Sheng held a clean damp cloth, looked at the half-dried blood wound on Han Ji's neck, leaned over and was stopped by a wave of his hand.

After sitting for a while, Han Ji seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking Fan Sheng, his voice was low and vague, "Am I wrong..."

All life is silent.

A year ago, that man easily tied his master to the bed with only a piece of silk, and successfully subdued the following eyes and ears and walked away.

He witnessed with his own eyes how the prince who left Beijing at a young age acted resolutely to kill treacherous officials and get rid of evil gentry, and with his own strength, he convinced the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty from laughing their noses to being scornful.

Perhaps it is confirming the saying that the hero is sad and emotional, and the sadness and joy and lingering in it, the words love and hate cannot be summed up in a single word. Some people insist on leaving, some are deeply nostalgic, some are silent, and some are worried.

He is just a bystander, and he does what he orders.He never thought that just a few months of claustrophobia could completely wipe out the edge of a general who charged forward on the battlefield without fear of life and death.Unable to empathize, how to judge right from wrong.From the moment that person was born, he was accompanied by countless cold eyes, the world was big but he had no home, humiliation, abuse, contempt, and even competing with dogs for food. These unspeakable experiences of shame and publicity are enough to seal people's hearts.

Endless waiting, abandonment-like isolation, in that dark and boundless black room, how many times did he recall the dusty past over and over again.

It doesn't matter how long it takes to defeat a person.

It's just that after deliberate and deliberate efforts to get what they want, what should they do to face the self-destructive person.

And he, without a doubt, is also the creator of it all.

After a long silence, Fan Sheng sighed lightly.

Han Ji sat there, raised his back, and buried his face in his hands. How much he wished that the sword would pierce his chest, and the pain would only be momentary, which would be better than the unstoppable pain of exhaling and inhaling like a blunt blade cutting flesh.

Yunjie has been behind closed doors for two days.

The tent was in a mess, with bookcases, tables, chairs, wooden beds, and everything that could be dismantled was gone.

Han Ji stayed outside the door without sleep.

The food table is brought back as it is.

As soon as someone knocked on the door, there was a sound of heavy objects hitting the door panel.

Even Tong Huai didn't work.

On the fourth day, Han Ji couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked the door regardless of his image.But I don't know what kind of tampering has been done to this door, no matter how hard he and Fan Sheng tried, they could only hear the muffled sound of the door panel, without a single crack.

At this time, wisps of white smoke floated out of the tent.

The smoke was getting bigger and bigger and spreading rapidly.

Coughing sounded one after another, and someone yelled, "It's out of the water!"

Immediately afterwards, dozens of guards split up and went to work.

When Han Ji saw someone coming, he ordered sharply, "Break the door open!"

Five or six people gathered in front of a weak door panel, looking like they were going to attack the city. After several violent impacts, the door panel finally cracked a crack, and the flames were faintly visible.

The force of the impact became more and more fierce, and the crack expanded little by little. Finally, the door panel broke in two and fell straight to the ground with a bang.

Acrid smoke gushes out.

The sight is clearer, and there is a thick bed board under the door, large and small wooden slats scattered all over the ground, these things supported the door before.

There was a half-wet bedding in the corner, emitting thick smoke continuously.

The moment the door was broken, Han Ji rushed into the house and looked for the fire.

He stood in the ashes all over the ground, dazed.

Yun Jie was sitting cross-legged in front of the fire, the fire was extremely hot, there were only a few books left in his arms, and the rest were turned into flying black ash, except for his dull eyes and expressionless face, like a child playing with fire , with a few mischievous gray marks vertically and vertically on his face.

He unhurriedly took out the books in his arms and threw them into the fire. These were all left by Han Ji.

For the last volume left, he tore off the cover and title page, and began to burn one by one.

A soldier made way at the door and bowed, "Marshal."

Yang Zhan looked upright, and walked like the wind. When he arrived in the tent, he glanced at the two of them, and his voice was stern, "Why, the military camp is a place of nonsense? Arbitrary arson, severe cases will be expelled from exile, when will General Ling become lawless?"

The two acted as if they were unknown, one watched the other continue tearing up the book.

The slightest wind blows in, and the ashes roll away from the ground and swirl leisurely.

Yang Zhan took a deep look at the two of them again before saying, with an undeniable tone, "Ji'er stay here, General Ling will follow me."

Yun Jie threw the unfinished books into the fire and staggered to his feet.

"uncle…"

Han Ji followed in a low voice.

But he was stopped by Yang Zhan's eyes. Seeing the black eyes in Han Ji's eyes, he softened his tone and said softly, "I will pass it on to you again."

Yun Jie was disheveled and disheveled, following behind Yang Zhan like a lost spirit.

When he arrived at the commander's tent, he slumped on a chair beside him without permission.

When Yang Zhan heard the movement, he turned his head and saw Yun Jie leaning over the square-inch coffee table. He rushed forward to call a few times, but found that he was breathing evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

The hands resting on the tea table were clasped slightly, Yang Zhan bent down, and saw two balls of paper in his palm, and the paper balls rolled down one after another with a light push.

After smoothing it out, it can be described as frightening.

No matter how much he observed and figured it out, it was hard to imagine that things were far from what he had concluded.

The festival is approaching, and all things wither.

Little do they know that the age and cold are fierce around them, and the snow is cruel and the wind is gluttonous.

After noon, Yun Jie woke up, stretched his tired body, and was hungry. He could smell the aroma of wine in the tent very keenly, and when he turned his head, he saw an extra small table in the tent, with a table of wine and food set up.Yang Zhan was sitting at the table with two crumpled pieces of paper stacked in front of him.

"Hungry, come and sit down." Yang Zhan leaned forward, filled the empty wine bottle facing him.

Yun Jie glanced at the two pieces of paper again, straightened his messy hair, brushed off his clothes, walked to the table and took a seat.

"Ji'er wants to see me, but I want to hear from you first." Yang Zhan drank a drink first, and said, "You should have known Ji'er's identity a long time ago."

Yun Jie replied, "When I returned to Beijing for the first time."

"That's when it started?" Yang Zhan sighed softly, as if he had infinite sighs in his chest.

"It is."

Yang Zhan raised his glass to signal, Yun Jie also raised his wine glass, the cups touched lightly in the air, and the two drank together.

"He forced you?" Yang Zhan asked again.

Yun Jie was silent for a while, then shook his head, "No."

"Then you are also interested in him, but why did you allow him to marry a wife?" Yang Zhan smiled gently, like an elder pampering a junior, his tone sounded sour.

Seems like a similar question was asked once upon a time.

Yun Jie was not moved at all, and replied blankly, "He is the king of a country, and the responsibility lies."

Yang Zhan kept smiling, thoughtful, "I used to hear that when I was young, children who are fussy have candy to eat. As for me, I am the most peaceful among my brothers, so I am the only one to do the hard work of leading the army. It takes decades to do it. As for you, you really don’t want it? You’re afraid that what’s easy to get will be lost, and you’re also afraid of gossip. If you weren’t so rigid about secular ethics, you’d be in a different situation now.”

Yun Jie felt a little emotional, "This subordinate... dare not be Dong Xian's second."

Yang Zhan was stunned, and suddenly remembered that when he saw Yunjie for the first time, he was as thin as a stick, but his eyes were clear. Looking carefully now, he looks a little like Yun Zhetian, but it is more like the poor woman when she was young.If it weren't for the force of life, he had experienced a lot of experience in the battlefield to be aloof and arrogant, and he would be able to compare with that stunning Dong Xian after being pampered.

"You and Yun Zhetian don't look much alike." Yang Zhan said after a while, "When did you know your life experience?"

"About half a month ago."

Yang Zhan thought for a while, and frowned a little annoyed, "Ji'er has always done things safely, so I seldom intervene. To be precise, I shouldn't intervene. After all, he is the king and I am the minister. When you were in confinement, it was the time when Yan Jun frequently provokes you, never thought that he would privately order Fan Sheng to treat you harshly."

"The commander-in-chief doesn't need to blame himself, blame me, and just run away blindly."

"You regret it?"

Yun Jie shook his head, "If I want to say I regret it, I only regret why I joined the army in the first place." If he hadn't had a whim at that time, he should still be guarding the dilapidated hut and doing a small business. The wife of bran, running around for half a bucket of rice every day, has lived such a sloppy life, why not call it a blessing.

Yang Zhan was speechless for a long time after listening.

Finally, he put away the letter, "If you want to leave, I will help you. When we meet on the battlefield in the future, we will not show mercy."

But Yun Jie said at this time, "The two countries have been at loggerheads for nearly twenty years, does the commander feel tired?"

A sudden sentence stunned Yang Zhan,

Afterwards, Yun Jie held his head high, clasped his fists and clapped his hands, lowered his head, and his voice was like jewels thrown to the ground, with ripples, "This battle didn't start because of me, I hope it can end with me. If you are willing, the commander-in-chief will believe in the end of the war once again." , the final general should swear to the death to restore peace to the world.”

Yang Zhan looked at him in astonishment, examined him, and was noncommittal.Yun Jie obviously didn't want to hide the secret letter before he fell asleep, maybe he still wanted to let him see it, which showed that he wanted to tell the whole thing.And when everything becomes clear?He drew a conclusion prematurely, thinking that Yun Jie would definitely go.

Without a response, Yun Jie raised his head, and there was a gloomy floating in his eyes.

"There is only one request, please let the commander let the clouds cover the sky to survive."

"Forgive me, please imagine the content of the secret letter freely! Sorry for my incompetence, I really can't make up a set of classical Chinese."