Twilight War

03

When Zichen woke up again, the light in the room was a little dim. He subconsciously rubbed himself on the pillow, wanting to sleep more, but suddenly remembered where he was.

"Are you awake?" The voice from the head was a little hoarse than usual, but it was still pleasant but a little lazy.

Wischpel sat on the bed leaning against the head of the bed, still wearing the white shirt, but all the buttons were unbuttoned, and Zichen found himself lying in his arms.

"When is it?" After opening his mouth, he realized that his hoarse voice was almost useless.

"Five o'clock." Wihipel said with his arms around the boy in his arms.

Zichen bit his lip, he spent the whole night here.Whatever he had come here to talk to Wihipel, he shouldn't have been talking all night.

"I want to go back." Zichen struggled to get up from Vehipel's arms.

"Don't worry, the Arthur Empire won't stop the young master from going back." Wihipel didn't stop Zichen from getting up, "But the young master's clothes were damaged by me yesterday, so I specially prepared another set for the young master. "

In front of Zichen was a set of Arthur style clothes.

"Give me my old one."

"It has been thrown away. If the young master feels that there is no way to go back wearing Arthur's clothes, I don't mind keeping the young master for a few more nights."

"I don't mind!" Zichen said, looking at Wichpel.

"Forget it, here are your clothes." Vehipel walked slowly under the bed, his leg injury was still not healed, but his posture was still elegant and proud, as if he didn't care about the pain on his body.

He handed the clothes to Zichen and said, "I broke the jade belt hook, other than that it shouldn't matter too much."

Zichen put on the clothes on his body, but the jade belt hook on the belt was broken and could not be fastened, so he was about to tie a knot to pass.But he was suddenly embraced by Wisipel from behind, holding a silver belt hook in his hand, and lowered his head to tie the silver belt hook on Zichen's waist.

Zichen didn't dare to move, he gritted his teeth and waited for Wihipel to let him go after he finished tying his belt.

Wihipel stood behind Zichen, put his arms around the boy's waist, and tied the silver belt hook seriously.

"You seem to have lost weight again..."

His voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself.

For some reason, Zichen felt that Wisipel's words sounded pitiful, but he was obviously the one being coerced, wasn't he?

But Zichen really felt a little sad for a moment.

"Is Jiangnan very good?" Vichypel asked suddenly.

Zichen didn't know how to answer.The south of the Yangtze River is very good. There are peach blossoms in the eight hundred miles, Huadiao wine in Jinling, makeup buildings with red sleeves, and painted fishing boats on the Qinhuai River.

But he went back to Jiangnan not only because Jiangnan was good, but because he had to go back.

"But I'll be nice to you too."

The silver belt hook had already been fastened, but the man still gently hugged the boy in his arms and said.

Wihipel finally let go, and he looked at his boy.

Zichen was wearing Donghuang's Yunlan clothes, and there was a bit of expensiveness and alienation in his eyes.

His youth is so good, but his youth does not belong to him.

When Zichen returned to Tai No. [-], most of the officers and men of the Huangxuan family were waiting for the accountant, and Si Tianming slapped the fan on the palm of his hand.

"uncle."

Just walking back, the cloak on Zichen's body was covered with dew, and it was cold to the bone.

Seeing Zichen coming back, Si Tianming got up quickly, "How is it?"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy suddenly fell into his arms, like a frightened bird suddenly fell down.

04

Holy tone.

Tang De put the documents from Asgard on the desktop, and Vihipel stayed on the ship for half a month, and the office center of the Arthur Empire moved to this vast sea area.

Even Tang De has to run back and forth every day, he is the one who suffers for other people's daughter-in-law here.

Tired for a long time, finally able to find a place to sit for a meeting, Tang De relaxed and slumped on the sofa, and casually took a document to read.

"Your Highness, what are you trying to figure out here? If I were you, I'd just rush in. I don't care about the young masters of the Huangxuan family, and they'll be locked up in the Golden Palace."

Wichpel looked up at Tang De, "What do you want to say?"

"I just think why bother Your Highness is doing this? What Your Highness wants is not a jade talisman, right? What you want is for Huangxuan Jin to stay." Tang De said.

"Even you think I should let Zichen go?" Wihipel asked Tang De.

"Your Highness, compared to Huangxuan Jin, I hope you can let yourself go." Tang De looked at Wisipel and said.

Vichypel didn't speak.

"I used to think that child was a bit stupid, but no matter how much he struggled, no matter how he avoided, his final choice was right. And you, Your Highness, you have always been calm and decisive. Going forward without hesitation on a wrong road."

Wischpel looked down at the document in his hand, the ink from the pen was smudged on the paper.

Tang De looked at Wisipel, "Your Highness, I always thought that you would do nothing wrong, but now why do you make mistakes to the end?"

"Your Highness, Huangxuan Jin is already ill, what are you going to do?"

"What did you say?" Vihipel suddenly raised his head and asked, his voice was a little cold.

"Your Highness, don't you know? Huangxuan Jin fell ill after returning to the boat after leaving you."

"Seriously? How is he doing now?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem, otherwise the Huangxuan family can't be so peaceful now." Tang De said: "Maybe it's because I've been too tired recently. After all, there are so many things that everyone can bear."

Vichypel didn't speak.

05

Too number one.

Layers of white veils were lowered, and a thin figure was reflected on the wooden screen.

Zichen sat in front of the short table and slowly drank warm tea. After lying on the bed for three days, he was finally able to barely wake up.

He was wearing a white wide-sleeved robe, on which was freehand cursive calligraphy of Banque Song poetry in ancient ink mixed with gold powder, and was covered with a white gauze.

There is no crown on the head, and it is tied with a white ribbon in the black hair.

Shang Chuli from Huangxuan's family, when he returned to Huangxuan's house, the clothes he wore were mostly black and red, although they were suitable for him, they were always a bit bluff.

He is now wearing the white dress covered with light gauze, he is already sick, and looks a little weaker than usual.

Who would have known that the next head of the Huangxuan family, which has always been martial arts, would be a frail young man.

Si Tianming in front of him was lying on the ground generously, with his head propped on his right hand and a cup of tea in his left hand, with a coquettish and unrestrained look, as if he wasn't worried about his seriously ill nephew at all.

"I'm afraid the Arthur Empire really won't let us go." Zichen said while holding the warm tea in his hand.Si Tianming has been here for a long time, but he just drinks tea.

Si Tianming shook his fan, "Today, we won't talk about business!"

Zichen lowered his head and chuckled, looking a little weak, "Then what are you talking about?"

"Astronomy and geography, Ziwei Doushu, star fortune-telling, peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, which girl by the Qinhuai River is the most beautiful, which snack is the most delicious, I know everything about it, it depends on what you want to talk about, young master." Si Tianming The old man raised his eyebrows impertinently.

"Then let me ask, when and who will the second son of the Si family in Shu marry?" Zichen was still smiling, his body covered in white clothes like snow.

"Well, this second son of the Si family is not an ordinary person, but a half-immortal who can count the fate in his hands. An immortal walks alone, how can he have a family!" Si Tianming immediately pretended to be quite serious and said.

"Then do you know when the peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River will bloom?"

"When young master returns, the peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River will bloom by themselves, and all the peach blossoms in the eight hundred miles will bloom for young master." Si Tianming said.

"Then I'll wait for the peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River to bloom." Zichen drank a cup of tea, holding the cup in his hand, "Why does this tea taste familiar?"

"It's a bit like Feixue wine, isn't it? Your mother left some peach blossoms in the wine, and I don't like drinking, so I made tea myself."

Zichen looked down at the few withered peach blossoms floating in the tea. Even if the dried peach blossoms were watered again, they would no longer be delicate and beautiful, but just a touch of lonely red, "No wonder."

"Why, could it be that your mother's peach blossoms in this world are all your mother's, as long as she brews wine and doesn't allow me to make tea." Si Tianming said jokingly.

"No, uncle's tea is very good." Zichen looked at Si Tianming with a smile and said.

"Of course." Si Tianming smiled smugly.

"If you drink uncle's tea, you will die without any regrets." Zichen said, shaking the tea in his hand lightly.

"That's not the case. It should be because I don't want to die after drinking my tea." Si Tianming slapped the fan on the palm of his hand with a little reproach, "Jiangnan Moon, Jinling Wine, and my cup of tea, if they are so beautiful After enjoying everything, wouldn’t it be a pity to die?”

Zichen nodded, "Yeah, how can you be willing to die. But you see that the dead warriors of the Huangxuan family are all loyal and brave, holding swords for ten years, but if they die, it is just a matter of rest. I have seen Jiangnan Yue So what if you have tasted Jinling wine, but it’s just a one-knife thing, and you’ll lose everything, Jiangnanyue is gone, and Jinling wine is gone. Then what’s the use of everything before that?”

"How many people died wronged and wronged. They watched Jiangnanyue, tasted Jinling wine, could write poems and play the piano. But they died with a knife. The good moon and the beautiful scenery are gone like this.”

Si Tianming shook his head and said, "Once a general succeeds, his bones will perish. These are things that can't be helped."

"One will be successful, but the word 'wan' means 1 months in the south of the Yangtze River, and [-] cups of wine in Jinling." Zichen raised his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Dry bones form a mountain, that is, the 1 cups of Jinling wine piled up in the [-] Jiangnan moons.The so-called heroes are those who step on these thrones.

"Those so-called heroes, none of them have blood dripping on their hands." Si Tianming said.

"Whoever kills more people is more powerful?" Zichen asked.

Si Tianming shook his head, "The so-called hero is not based on how many people you kill, but how many people you can protect."

"He who protects the family is a scholar." Si Tianming looked at Zichen, fanning the low table with a fan. "He who protects one side is a hero."

"The one who protects the city is the hero." He continued, he was obviously a weak scholar, but he seemed to have a million soldiers in his sleeves, swallowing mountains and rivers, and fighting in all directions.

"He who protects the world is the general!"

"The one who protects a country is the king!!!" Si Tianming suddenly slapped the iron fan on his hand, but his eyes that should only have thousands of books suddenly seemed to show a murderous intent, all heroes are everywhere, and the world is in conflict!And the person who bears the king's order ascends to the throne of God!

Zichen looked up at Si Tianming, as if shocked by the sharpness of Si Tianming's words.

"It's just that if you want to protect those things that are most important to you, blood will inevitably be stained." Si Tianming said, "The emblem of the Huangxuan family is the double sword. I am afraid that the first patriarch of the Huangxuan family wanted to protect it." I understand that only holding a sharp sword can protect the love in my heart."

"What about uncle? Does uncle want to protect anything?" Zichen looked at Si Tianming in front of him.

Si Tianming took the fan and shook it, and the string of copper coins around his waist jingled, "I can't lift a shoulder. If I can't hold a sword, I can hold a fan. What can a frail scholar think?" I have to protect it. It would be nice if I can protect myself." He spread his hands, all the sharpness in his eyes just now has disappeared, and there is nothing else but the usual elegance.

"Why do you talk about these things, and still think about them when you're sick, isn't it good?" Si Tianming suddenly stood up, and said with a dissatisfied expression, "It's useless to think about these things all day long."

"Uncle taught me that." Zichen lowered his head.

"Okay, you should take good care of your illness, I'll go out first." Si Tianming rolled up his sleeves, finished drinking the wine on the table, and went out directly.

Zichen nodded, still sitting there drinking tea.The half finger protruding from the cuff was holding the porcelain cup, which actually looked a bit whiter than white porcelain.

Just as Si Tianming was about to go out, he suddenly heard Zichen asking behind him, "Then what if you want to protect the people in the world?"

Standing at the door, Si Tianming chuckled, "The one who protects the people of the world is the enemy of the people of the world!"

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

Zichen was still sitting in the same place, drinking the cup of tea just now, as if he didn't hear anything.

The white curtain was blown up by the wind, and the heavy curtains were like smoke, and the young man sitting in the center seemed to be hidden in the smoke.

"Since your Highness is here, how about having a cup of tea with me?"

His voice was very weak, as if he was about to be hidden in the smoke.