The happy life of the devil and the devil

From Jianmen Pass to the north, Dayu and Beiliang each invested no less than [-] troops.For two months, the two armies used all their strength and resourcefulness to strangle them into a bloody quagmire of canine teeth on this battlefield, which is more than [-] miles wide and more than [-] miles deep.

However, all the ambitions and vigor of the Dayu army, which easily captured the city and pushed the battle line northward for more than 100 miles, disappeared when they learned that Jianmen Pass had fallen and their way home was cut off. .

"Pass down the order..." Zong Ma's hilltop, overlooking the retreating team at his feet who had discarded their helmets and armor, and was not as good as a beggar at a glance, Ling Yucheng looked motionless, but his right knuckles were already turning white on the reins.Taking a deep breath, raising his inner strength, he uttered every word clearly and clearly, "The one who descends will not die."

"My lord has an order, those who surrender will not die!"

"Whoever descends shall be spared death!"

Amidst the shouts that shook the mountains and forests, a black flag with no words that was one foot square suddenly unfurled.

The people Zhao Sheng brought from Ningwu Pass might not recognize that flag, but all the soldiers from Jianmen Pass would recognize it.

The way back was cut off, the food road was cut off, followed by a general who was overjoyed and didn't know how to advance or retreat, he was sent as cannon fodder to the most difficult and dangerous battlefield, and was chased and killed by the enemy army hungry... People kept rushing out of the fleeing crowd, He staggered and fell into the circle delineated by the black flag, hunched over, with ten fingers digging at the dirt and refusing to raise his head.

Around Ling Yucheng, a thousand soldiers guarded the big banner to the death, and 5000 people scattered around, gathering the defeated soldiers in this hunting ground, which is not so much a battlefield, but a hunting ground for chasing death and north.Another 2000 people were busy setting up camps, burying pots and making food, collecting soldiers, weapons and armor, and rushed to the center to guard them.No one dared to say an irrelevant word to these former colleagues and current enemies.

The more people surrendered, the more silent Ling Yucheng became.

These soldiers...these who fell under the black flag in panic and confusion were once his soldiers.

It's all his hands and feet, personally leading the winter practice, the three nines and the summer practice, and rewarding them for their meritorious service. If they violate military discipline, they will be beaten with a military stick and whipped, and they will pay them by smuggling and robbery. Trained soldiers.

A soldier who dares to rush upwards with a single command, a soldier who will not surrender with a sword and a gun!

Zhao Sheng, Zhao Sheng, how dare you take my people——

Ruined like this!

"My lord..." With the horse's hooves in his ears, He Liu drove the horse closer and looked down at his right back.Among the rout soldiers in scattered clothes and fleeing in a hurry, there gradually appeared Tiger Benwei and Xiongwuwei Wandering Horses chasing and killing them. Forgive me, sometimes, what you get is just the cold light of a knife from the horse's back.

"My lord, do we want to go down and intercept the pursuers?" Those who fled on foot, those who screamed and fell, those who tried to resist in vain...how many of them were their former comrades!

It can be saved... as long as you stop the pursuers, you only need to circle those retreating soldiers into your range first!

"Let them go."

"……grown ups?"

"Let them go!"

The categorical answer was already close to scolding, He Liu shook Lingling into a cold war, even though he was full of reluctance, he had no choice but to bow and retreat.Before leaving, he glanced up from the corner of his eye, but saw Ling Yucheng raised his head slightly to look at the sky, and a thin strand of blood was winding down from the corner of his lips.

Those are enemies... Those who are fleeing, resisting, and surrendering are all enemies. On the contrary, the chasing soldiers below are their current allies!

So, no.

They can take advantage of the situation and make some small counterattacks, but they cannot take the initiative to attack the friendly forces who have been fighting fiercely for two months because of the scramble for prisoners.

No, because he kept worrying about it, which turned the situation of the entire battlefield into a cloud of muddy water...

Behind him, there are [-] disciples of Xuanjiawei, the people of Qingzhou who ruled [-] counties in one prefecture, and the [-] defenders of Jianmenguan, where life and death are still uncertain, and tens of thousands of people...

On the battlefield, the subordinates who threw themselves under the black flag and entrusted their lives and futures to him have surrendered today.

For those who are unwilling to take shelter under the black flag, all they can do is watch them surrender from a high place, or die in humiliation or dignity.

In this battle, 3000 of Dayu's [-] troops who invaded Beiliang were killed, and the rest were all captured.Xuanjiawei took in [-] soldiers, twice the number of troops he had put into the battlefield.After defeating Dayu's main formation, the main forces of Hubenwei and Xiongwuwei who came afterward were furious, but faced with Ling Yucheng's surprise attack on Jianmen Pass and cutting off the retreat of Dayu's army, they could only bow their heads silently and retreat.

On the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ling Yucheng appeared in the capital with soldiers who had returned from a long journey in a suit of dust.

"It was I who brought you to Beijing last time, but this time I picked you up here."

Outside the capital, Ling Yucheng swung his stirrups off the saddle, fully dressed and bowed down, before his knees touched the ground, Yuan Shao pulled them up with a smile.

"It's a pity that it's still a day late to hurry up." Ling Yucheng stood up along the momentum, looked up at Yuan Shao's shining eyes, and replied in a low voice.On August [-]th last year, the imperial chariot returned to the capital, and he was carried by Yuan Shao on the same imperial chariot, stepping into this majestic capital for the first time.However, within a year, the stars have changed, and he has returned victorious from attacking the city gate of his home country, and was welcomed by the lord as a triumphant general.

Sure enough, the smile in Yuan Shao's eyes deepened slightly, and he nodded slightly to him, as if to say "I knew you remembered this day too".Turning around, he took a long sword from the attendant, and hung it on his waist with his own hands, while caressing the silk ribbon on the sword, he smiled softly:

"Then, since the sword gate is taken down, I will return this to you. Next time, don't just throw the sword to me..."

"How dare the minister?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, Yuan Shao asked Ling Yucheng to stand beside him, waiting for Huben General Namlong and Xiongwu General Yi Lishu to come up and salute.This time the big victory was no small matter, not only took down one hundred thousand soldiers of Dayu, but also captured the city. General Xiaowu Bu Xizhi personally sat at Jianmen Pass, and also sent his deputy to bow down in front of Yuan Shao one by one. , Respectfully present the list of beheaded captives and seized supplies.Even Zhao Sheng and below, a group of representatives of the captured generals were shackled with ropes, their faces were covered with blood and mud, and they were escorted tremblingly to kowtow in front of the king.

During the whole process, Ling Yucheng just watched silently, with a solemn expression, neither sad nor smiling.It wasn't until the Yizhu was finished, Yuan Shao took him and sat on the imperial chariot, and drove towards the palace city along the loess pad road and the imperial road sprinkled with clean water. He closed his eyes for an instant.

On both sides of the royal road, the people of Gyeonggi supported the old and the young, bowed down beside the road, and the cheers went straight to the sky.

Ever since Ling Yucheng took off in the Northern Xinjiang camp, in the past few years, Beiliang has never won anything from him. At least, he lost his helmet and armor, and at worst, he lost his troops and lost his generals. It is already excellent to get out of the whole body steadily.This year, there is actually a hearty victory, and the Jianmen Xiongguan has been won. How can the people not be overjoyed?

"Is your injury healed?" Amidst the cheers from the houses in the city, Yuan Shao turned slightly sideways on the chariot, his eyes fell on Ling Yucheng's chest, and asked in a low voice.

"It has been cured. ... Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Why, was it really hurt at that time?" Yuan Shao raised his brows slightly, and his voice immediately became more serious.At the beginning, he read the report and said that it was so hot that the sky was about to fall, but the second letter was written by Ling Yucheng himself, and he asked for orders to go to war, so he didn't take it to heart, he just said that even if there was a little friction, it was a trivial matter.Listening to Ling Yucheng's tone now, it was really dangerous. Looking back, he couldn't help worrying, his eyes were burning, and he only stared at Ling Yucheng's chest, but he hated not being able to take off his clothes to see his injuries in broad daylight.

"It's okay. The lungs are a little shaken. The military doctor said that the ribs may also have cracked bones. After these days, they have all healed." Ling Yucheng retracted his hand, avoiding Yuan Shao's right hand that came to grab his wrist veins, and said as much as possible. Danfeng continued to speak lightly, "...It was just that I was hit for a while, and I was suffocated and fainted for a while."

"But you—" Your subordinate reported that you had been in a coma for a whole day!

"We always have to let them be anxious and panicky, so that they can send troops when they are united." Ling Yucheng looked ahead, and replied nonchalantly, "I just took a nap by the way...Later, it was really difficult to send the letter without telling them. Trouble, just skip this and don’t mention it, I don’t dare to deliberately deceive His Majesty.”

If it weren't for sitting on the imperial chariot for all the people to worship and watch, as an emperor, he would have to put on airs, Yuan Shao almost burst out laughing on the spot.

The driver walked slowly along Tianjie Street, and after the two of them received congratulations in Zhaoming Hall and retired from the imperial court, Xuanjiawei had already taken a small path and entered the palace from Xihua Gate.Back in the bedroom, Ling Yucheng called back to Yuan Shao, and was about to go to the Jinshen hall in a hurry. Yuan Shao had nothing to do, so he followed along.As soon as you step in, the Jinshen Hall is no longer empty, without even a piece of paper. Two or thirty people come in and out, busy moving books and books, and when they see Yuan Shao coming, they all put down their things Bow down on the ground.

Yuan Shao nodded his head and went to the main hall to sit down.The deputy general's personal guards stood neatly in two rows in front of him. Ling Yucheng smiled and pointed at Xi Jun and said to Yuan Shao: "For the past year, thanks to his suppression of the situation in Qingzhou, he is the number one under my command with both civil and military skills. When I sent troops, I also brought the same He saved a lot of energy."

Xi Jun went out to bow down, Yuan Shao looked at his face, and didn't cry out, turned his head and only looked at Ling Yucheng repeatedly.Ling Yucheng made him feel a little confused, thought twice, and wanted to say a few more words about Xi Jun's military achievements all the way, but Yuan Shao said slowly: "How younger is he than you?"

"... the same year as the minister." This face is really wrong...

Yuan Shao was also silent for a moment.The southerners have less experience, and their appearance is more refined than the northern men. Ling Yucheng was 24 years old when he came to Yuan Shao, and in Yuan Shao's eyes, he was only in his early twenties. Can't tell who is older.Xi Jun had a standard baby face, and he smiled happily when he saw everyone. Although he tried his best to be respectful in front of His Majesty, Yuan Shao glanced over and saw that he was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. How could he believe that he had already represented Ling Yucheng? In charge of Qingzhou?

He didn't ask in detail at the moment, just casually said a few words of encouragement, and said to Ling Yucheng: "You will report their military achievements later, and I will reward them all together—" Suddenly his face darkened, and he asked: "Where are the two guards?"

With a plop, the two men from Beiliang fell to their knees, their foreheads deeply pressed against the ground, and they dared not lift them up.

"You can't even protect the master, what's the use of you! Someone—"

"His Majesty."

Hearing Ling Yucheng's voice at the side, Yuan Shao glanced at him, thinking that Ling Yucheng "sleeped by the way" after being assassinated, and couldn't help laughing again.With this secret smile, the anger that was rolling in his heart receded a little, and when he looked at the two guards he personally gave him, his eyes were a little less cold:

"Drag out," thought for a while, and finally took back the word "stick death", "...eighty sticks per person." Turning to Ling Yucheng, he said: "These two people are useless, I will pick them later Okay, here you are." Turning his eyes around the hall, he saw that Ling Yucheng's personal guards all bowed their heads and flinched, for fear that His Majesty would also investigate their lack of protection.

Yuan Shao really didn't have such thoughts, Ling Yucheng's subordinates were none of his business, he didn't bother to do it for him if he wanted rewards or punishments.I just sat in the hall and sipped tea leisurely, listening to Ling Yucheng calling out the subordinates who had done meritorious service this time and introducing them one by one, asking a few questions if they were interested, and nodding when they were not interested.After the one round that was eligible to be seen by him, the two guards finished their punishment and were dragged up bloody and lying on the ground.

Yuan Shao snorted, got up and left.As soon as he left, Ling Yucheng had no choice but to follow, and looked back in his busy schedule, and saw that the two of them didn't have a piece of good meat from the back down, and they lay there and couldn't move.The pace slowed down for a while, Yuan Shaoruo felt it, but he didn't stop, he returned to the bedroom and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Those two guards, how did they fight like that?"

"Eighty sticks per person."—Have you ever beaten someone with a military stick in your army?

"Where is the martial arts..." The iron cloth shirt with the golden bell cover is not so easy to break, right?

"Who dares to practice martial arts while being punished?"

"..." Ling Yucheng really didn't think about this.In the northern Xinjiang camp, it is already a great person to have a second-rate master, who is usually the guard next to the general, and he will not get hit by the army stick when he really wants to use the army stick. It would be more refreshing to destroy the people with grievances and grievances directly.Whose martial arts can withstand punishment for a person below the third rate?No matter how hard you work, plus more than ten or twenty sticks, you will also break up, and you will suffer for nothing.Who would have thought that there was such a rule in Beiliang Palace?

He didn't care about it at the moment, he rushed back to the capital all the way, and tossed about etiquette for a long time, the most important thing at this moment was to take a shower and change clothes.When the two of them came out dressed in steam, their eyes met, and they smiled slightly at each other.

"how do you feel?"

"When I come back, the garden is still the same—" Ling Yucheng had wet hair all over his head, but he didn't want to go back to his room, so he just spent some time blowing in the corridor from the sleeping hall to Zhuo Ritang.In August in the north, the grass and trees have started to wither and turn yellow all the way, but here is full of greenery because of the hot springs and geothermal heat.

Seeing Yuan Shao's tacit smile, he suddenly became a little narrow-minded, deliberately elongated his voice and continued to chant: "Taiye Furong Weiyang Liu. Furong is like a face and a willow is like an eyebrow..." His eyes deliberately cast on the plants in the courtyard, but he kept on chanting. Looking sideways at Yuan Shao's expression, the corners of his brows and eyes are full of smiles.

"Come on!" Yuan Shao was angry and funny, walked up to him in two or three steps, and slapped him on the head, "I still have the heart to mention this to me. If you leave these lotus and willows to you, that's the way to go." How not to cry about this..."

"Your Majesty calm down..."

Seeing him shrinking his head and dodging again and again, Yuan Shao simply rubbed it twice more vigorously—well, Ling Yucheng is always well-dressed when he is around him, and his hair is tied and crowned meticulously, so it is not easy to pull out his hairpin to rub his hair ——I always feel that something is wrong when I use it while he is distributing it before going to bed.After rubbing his hands a few times, seeing that his black hair had turned into a messy ball, Yuan Shao stopped his hands contentedly, leaned against the pillar behind him, and watched Ling Yucheng frantically tidy up his appearance with his sleeves:

"Don't just tease me, this lotus is like a face and a willow is like a brow, and there is still a part of you."

"Your Majesty is saying...?"

"Is that child... is it yours?"

As soon as a word fell to the ground, even the breeze flowing in the courtyard suddenly became quiet to the point of stagnation.

Ling Yucheng's relaxed smile slowly faded away.He sat upright, folded his hands in front of him, raised his head slightly to look at Yuan Shao, for a long time, but smiled in a self-conscious way.

"Your Majesty... what answer do you want to hear?"

When Yuan Shao asked, he was not out of his head, but seeing Ling Yucheng's expression, he still regretted that he had spoken too bluntly.However, it was too late to take it back at this time, he pondered for a while, still corrected his expression, and slowly explained after deliberation:

"I don't want to say anything about you....I just want to, if that child is really your own flesh and blood...although you can't let him raise it yourself, find a place for him to grow up incognito...I, I will be Don't see it."

In the future, you will never have a biological child again.Although they knew this sentence well, they rolled their tongues twice, but finally couldn't say it.

That child may be your only chance to have your own flesh and blood—even though he offended the majesty of the imperial power, he couldn't bear it, so he cut it off without hesitation.

Two or three simple sentences, the more difficult they become.However, the more he talked, the more surprised Ling Yucheng looked, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

He stared at Yuan Shao in disbelief, for a moment, leaning forward slightly, as if he wanted to see the bottom of his heart from his expression and actions.Yuan Shao let him watch silently, and after an unknown amount of time, he saw Ling Yucheng lower his head, staring at his fingertips folded on his lap, and smiled wryly:

"Your Majesty knows my background."

His voice gradually deepened, bouncing in the evening wind in the atrium, empty and indescribably confused and lonely:

"Since I was a child, I have decided that my future heirs must come from the main family... Those official slaves who waited on the bed were given medicine afterwards."

He didn't want to let his heirs suffer the pain he had suffered again.

"later……"

Later, there is no later.

The voice gradually became inaudible, Yuan Shao exhausted his ears, but he could barely make out the word "sorry" that escaped from Ling Yucheng's lips.

Sorry to misunderstand him?

Or sorry to let his good intentions fail?

Yuan Shao could not help but take a step forward.

The palm touched Ling Yucheng's shoulder, but in the end, there was no way to open his arms and give him a warm hug.

I can only stand in front of him and press his shoulders like this, watching him hang his head, sitting like a static statue in the evening wind.

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