Seiwa

Kaiping Weixi City Thousand Households

Shen Xuan stood in the lobby with his hands behind his back, looking at the picture of a tiger descending a mountain on the wall, his eyes were cold and thoughtful.

A clerk waited in the hall, and after a long time, Shen Xuan said: "Ask Zhou Rong to come and see me."

"Yes."

Just as the clerk retreated to the door, Shen Xuan's voice came from above his head again, "Remember who we are loyal to, and don't do unnecessary things."

"Yes, thank you, Deputy Qianhu, for your teaching."

The scribe was apprehensive and did not dare to raise his head.

Could it be that deputy Shen Qianhu has noticed his secret actions?

He must have thought too much, right?

When the clerk left, Shen Xuan stood still for a moment, then turned and left the hall.The hem of the cyan robe flicked behind him, and his actions seemed to carry the cold wind of Shuobei.

Commander of Kaipingwei, Gaoyang County King looked at the few blueprints in his hand, his eyes lit up.Meng Qinghe's throat was dry, and his throat was smoking.

From bunkers to pits, from horses to chariots, the King of Gaoyang seems to have endless questions, and he can point out any omissions in details one by one.

It is impossible to muddle through.

Meng Qinghe bitterly said that no matter what kind of tragic life this county king will have in the future, he is now the beloved son of King Yan, and he can decide his life or death with one word.

Can't continue to refresh the favorability, once drawn into his camp, the future is doomed to tragedy.But don't anger this person, otherwise it will be a tragedy now.

Headache, unusual headache.

"Your Majesty, the chariots and traps used by the humble are just trails. When it comes to fighting on the real battlefield, it is still the formation of troops and..."

"Gu knows." Zhu Gaoxu interrupted Meng Qinghe's words, "I've learned all of these things before, and what I want to ask is your little tricks."

"Yes, I am humble and know my mistake."

"Now tell Gu how to use this firecracker."

"Your Majesty, I really don't know how humble this is."

"You don't know?" Zhu Gaoxu raised his eyebrows with suspicion on his face.

"Back to the king, I really don't know." Meng Qinghe frowned, and the wound on his shoulder began to hurt, "Humble is just a general flag, and all I know is what I read in books, such as firecrackers and artillery, Humble is really unfamiliar."

Meng Qinghe made up his mind that he would not let go of killing the fire gun.As long as deputy Shen Qianhu keeps his mouth shut, no one can force the firecracker's segmented shooting on his head.

The more contact with Zhu Gaoxu, the more cautious Meng Qinghe became.I always feel that this Gaoyang County King is very different from what is recorded in the history books.

"That's all." Gaoyang County King waved his hand, seeming to believe Meng Qinghe's words, "Then tell Gu, how about raising the height of this bunker and using it on the side wall?"

"Yes."

It took another half an hour before the King of Gaoyang County let Meng Qinghe leave.

Bowing out of the room, Meng Qinghe's voice was already hoarse, the wounds on his shoulders and arms were painful, and he still dared not relax his tense nerves.

After walking all the way to the gate of the Commander of the Guards, he dared to heave a sigh of relief.As soon as he relaxed, the wound on his body hurt even more.

Handing the badge to the soldiers for inspection, seeing their envious eyes, Meng Qinghe was like a dumb man eating coptis, unable to tell what he was suffering.

We can't tell them that unless history changes, the big tree Zhu Gaoxu can only be seen from a distance and cannot be climbed.Even if it is hooked by a branch, it will die miserably.Treating him as a backer is equivalent to registering in the book of life and death of the King of Hades, only waiting for the day when his head moves.

"Meng Zongqi, you've made it to the top, and you need to support your brothers more."

"That's natural, it must, it must!"

Vaguely, he handed over to the frontier guards and dealt with them a few words, Meng Qinghe took the waist card, immediately oiled the soles of his feet, and stayed away from this right and wrong place as quickly as possible.

After walking for a while, the wound became more and more painful. After holding on for a long time, I couldn't hold it anymore.

Leaning against the outer wall of a courtyard, trying to breathe a sigh of relief, but his eyes turned black.He secretly said badly, seeing several frontier soldiers approaching, Meng Qinghe didn't care about anything else, he raised his uninjured arm, "Brother, can you help me?"

The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of several frontier soldiers.Several people paused and looked towards Meng Qinghe.

Seeing a few people stop, Meng Qinghe quickly said: "I am under the command of Qianhu, deputy Shen of Xicheng..."

Before he could finish speaking, a frontier soldier who was stopped by him had already stepped over. It was none other than Gao Fu, the archer who had helped him before and gave him a piece of horse meat.

"Don't move yet."

Gao Fu squatted down, and his callused big hands fell on Meng Qinghe's shoulders, which were padded with a looped jacket. Meng Qinghe still hissed.

"The wound is broken."

The old frontier soldiers have long been used to such things, who don't have a few knife marks and arrow scars on their bodies.It's just that it's the most troublesome thing for a scabbed wound to open again. If you don't take good care of it for a few days, the root cause of the disease will remain sooner or later.

Meng Qinghe recognized Gao Fu and wanted to say hello, but Gao Fu cut him off, "Are you on duty today?"

"No." Meng Qinghe shook his head, "I wanted to visit Deputy Shen Qianhu, but something happened on the way."

Several frontier soldiers who followed Gao Fu surrounded him, "Xiao Qi, could this be the sour ding in your mouth?"

"Can this really kill the Tartars?"

"There can't be fake ones. If you search the entire guard, it's hard to find the same one."

"That's true."

Gao Fu helped Meng Qinghe stand up, "I'll take him home, Zhuzi, to find a doctor."

"Go here."

A tall and strong frontier soldier responded, turned and ran away.

At this time, another group of frontier troops came head-on, and the leader was tall and strong, with dark skin and a sturdy demeanor, he was the general banner under Shen Xuan's command.

Outside the city, he had dealt with Meng Zongqi, and reluctantly worked as a coachman.

"Is Meng Zongqi in front?"

Meng Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, this person seemed to be surnamed Zhou, and he was also a general banner.

"I'm."

"Meng Zongqi, Deputy Shen Qianhu summoned."

Meng Qinghe smiled wryly. He wanted to see him before, but now he is struggling to stand up. How can you see him?

"Zhou Zongqi, look at Meng...can he return to the deputy Qianhu and accommodate him?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Zhou Rong shook his head directly.

Who would dare to accommodate Deputy Shen Qianhu's order?

There was no other way, Meng Qinghe could only signal Gao Fu to let him go, "Then let's go, but please ask Zongqi Zhou to help."

"Success." Zhou Rong stepped forward and supported Meng Qinghe.

"Gao Xiaoqi, thank you for today."

"No need." Gao Fu shook his head, "They are all brothers who killed the Tartars together, so it's outrageous to say that."

Meng Qinghe nodded and said no more, thinking that he would have a good meal some other day to entertain Gao Fu and the others.

Zhou Rong took Meng Qinghe away, Gao Fu and others didn't stay any longer, and the doctor Zhuzi found was useless, so he didn't dare to complain.

It's better not to provoke these ferocious soldiers.

It was getting dark, and Meng Qinghe was taken to a wing room on the east side of the second hall of Qianhusuo in Xicheng.

A brazier was burning in the room to dissipate the evening chill.

Behind the black copybook, Shen Xuan was writing something, his profile was reflected in the candlelight, his eyebrows looked like distant mountains, and his skin looked like jade.

"I've seen Deputy Qianhu."

Meng Qinghe knelt on the ground with one knee, the coolness spread from the knee little by little, and the wound hurt more and more.

"Get up." Shen Xuan raised his head, saw Meng Qinghe's pale face, and frowned, "Zhou Rong, go invite Dr. Zhao."

"Yes."

Before it was time for a cup of tea, the door of the wing room was pushed open again, and an old man who had read Pentecost came in with a medicine box on his back.

"I've seen Deputy Qianhu."

There was a long gray beard floating under the old man's chin, his appearance was elegant, and his blue round-neck cloth shirt was washed very clean.

"Please trouble Dr. Zhao."

"Don't dare."

The old man walked up to Meng Qinghe, first looked at his face, did not speak, and looked at Deputy Shen Qianhu.

"Zhou Rong." Shen Xuan picked up the pen again, stained with ink, "Help him to sit down."

"Yes."

Meng Qinghe was helped to sit on a chair opposite the table, and subconsciously wanted to stand up, but Dr. Zhao held down his uninjured shoulder, "Sit honestly."

After finishing the sentence, he sat down on another chair, pressed two fingers on Meng Qinghe's wrist, stroked his beard and muttered.

Zhou Rong backed out, and Shen Xuan buried his head in the desk again.

In the room, there are only the occasional crackling sound from the brazier, the rubbing sound of the tip of the pen on the paper, so quiet that even the sound of breathing can be heard.

Meng Qinghe turned his head, looked at the shadow reflected on the wall, and his heart moved slightly.

In the commander's department of the guards, Zhu Gaoxu had dinner, Wang Tingshi brought tea, and the clerk who had been warned by Shen Xuan knelt under the hall.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Zhu Gaoxu lifted the lid of the cup and blew lightly, "It's okay. Shen Xuan won't stab father in front of you. Go down and be careful."

"Yes."

The clerk retreated, Zhu Gaoxu put down the teacup, a gloomy look flashed across his face.

Wang Tingshi stood aside, lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.