Seiwa

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, one after another, and it is connected like a goose feather.

Between heaven and earth, there is only a silvery white.

"ten!"

The last stick fell, and the army stick broke suddenly.

Song Zhong stood in the snow, with a crimson official robe and a solemn face, looking at Shen Xuan who was kneeling on the ground with a pale complexion, a ray of bright red overflowing from the corner of his lips, with a deep expression.

Xu Zhong's face changed, ten sticks, only ten sticks, the thick army stick broke!Even if Shen Xuan is not killed, Song Zhong is determined to abolish him, how vicious is his heart!

"Humble post, thank you Dudu!"

A voice colder than heavy snow tore apart Shuo Feng.

There was no trace of emotion in the black eyes, it only made people feel chilly, chilling to the bone.

Song Zhongxin shuddered, he was wrong, even if he risked being questioned by King Yan, he shouldn't let this person live!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Tenth Army's stick fell solidly, and he could not easily turn back, Song Zhong could only flick his sleeves in resentment, "Leave your lives for now, if you commit another crime in the future, you will definitely not be forgiven!"

"Thank you Dudu!"

In the wind and snow, in the martial arts arena, thousands of frontier soldiers stood quietly, watching the majestic Song Dudu leave. Everyone's faces were frozen like ice and snow.

This is the governor sent by the imperial court!

Xu Zhong personally sent Song Zhong back to the place where he stayed, and before leaving, he ordered Zhao Qian to stay, "Please trouble me to the nunnery."

"Commander, rest assured."

Zhao Qian handed over his hand, and he also disapproved of Song Zhong and others in his heart.

A sudden dismounting, dozens of military sticks, not only chilled the hearts of the Kaiping frontier soldiers, but also woke up those who were still wavering between the court and the King of Yan.

No one wants to be charged with being disloyal to orthodoxy and rebelling against the imperial court.

But if the imperial court does not give them a way to survive, no one is willing to die for nothing.

Will the stick that fell on Shen Xuan, Meng Qinghe and the others fall on him someday?

Behind Shen Xuan is King Yan, who is the righteous grandson of Emperor Daxing.Xu Zhong and the others had nothing but official uniforms and military exploits piled up with the heads of Tartars.

Today, Song Zhong beat Shen Xuan and woke them up completely.As long as the court wants to deal with you, it's just a matter of one sentence.The third-rank, from the third-rank commander of the guard, the commander of the same knowledge, and the fourth-rank commander, in front of the first-rank commander appointed by the emperor, is still nothing.

Zhao Qianshi looked at Shen Xuan who was still kneeling in the snow, and at the bluish-purple blood spots on his back, he couldn't help feeling an unspeakable sadness.

The gods above are fighting, and the soldiers below are fighting the Tartars with knives. What's the matter?

Zhao Qianshi, who was also promoted through hard work, can better understand the anger and injustice of the frontier soldiers of the guard at this time.Perhaps, this is also the reason why Commander Xu left him alone among the four.

"Shen Qianhu, can you still hold on?"

Zhao Qianshi bent down and helped Shen Xuan himself.

"No problem under the mark."

Shen Xuan stood still, with his back still straight, put on the blue military officer uniform again, clasped the long knife around his waist with one hand, and saluted Zhao Qianshi, "Thank you for this, and please ask Qianshi to sign on your behalf." Thank you for saving my life with the palm print!"

"Shen Qianhu." Zhao Qianshi signaled to Shen Xuan that there is no need to be too polite, and lowered his voice in the heavy snow, "What to do, the palm prints and we all have a good idea."

Shen Xuan raised his head, Zhao Qianshi clasped his hands, and his words were quite meaningful.

"That one, please Shen Qianhu deliver a message."

Who is that?

You don't have to say it, you know it well.Even if they had hesitated before, now they can't help it.

"Thousands!"

Shen Xuan turned around, and all the people in Qianhu House in Xicheng knelt on the ground on one knee.

Needless to say, Zhou Rong and others who followed Shen Xuan to Kaipingwei, Gao Fu, Ma Chang and other frontier soldiers of the guard were also grateful to Shen Xuan.The soldier who is used to fighting on the battlefield is not good at speaking, his eyes are red and his cheeks are tense.

Holding on to Meng Qinghe who didn't pass out, regardless of the injury on his back, he pushed away the person who was supporting him, and staggered to stabilize his body in the north wind. What's the use of just kneeling?If you don't show your loyalty at this time, when will you show your loyalty?

Meng Twelve Lang put one hand on the ground, trembling, shouted loudly with the last of his strength: "I will die for Qianhu!"

In a word, like thunder.

"I am willing to die for Qianhu!"

Ding Xiaoqi was the first to post, his voice not much louder than Meng Qinghe's.Apart from Meng Qinghe, he was the most seriously injured.

Zhou Rong, Gao Fu, Ma Chang and other dozens of injured frontier soldiers, and even all the frontier soldiers of Qianhu Office in Xicheng shouted the same sentence one after another.

Willing to die for Qianhu!

Zhao Qianshi looked at it with his hands together, and the smile on his face gradually faded away. If this news reached the ears of Song Dudu, I don't know what kind of disturbance it would cause.After a while, he shook his head again, that's all, since he wanted to vote for King Yan, it was only a matter of time.

The king of Yan will definitely hear about today's incident, and if Song Zhong wants to do something, it may not be so easy.

After thinking about it, Zhao Qianshi ordered the people around him to invite the best doctor in the city to the Qianhu Office in Xicheng.

"Especially Doctor Zhao."

"Take the lead."

Amidst the shouts of the frontier army, Meng Qinghe, who tried his best to hand Shen Qianhu a certificate of nomination, finally couldn't hold on anymore.Ben was injured, and it was freezing cold, so it's no wonder he could hold on.

His vision gradually became blurred, and everything he saw began to distort.

Supporting his forehead with one hand, the other grabbed Liu Xiaoqi who was kneeling beside him, "Brother, don't rush to shout... do me a favor..."

Before the words fell, the person had already fallen forward, and was about to hit the ground on his face.

Liu Xiaoqi hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull it, and accidentally pulled the wound on his back, a blue figure helped the fallen person one step ahead of him.

"Thousands?"

Meng Qinghe's consciousness had not yet sunk into the darkness, but his hands and feet were completely out of control.In a coma, I only felt that I was surrounded by a cold fragrance, like a fire ignited in ice, with a faint smell of blood.

What happened in the Martial Arts Field quickly spread throughout Kaipingwei, even the merchants in the city heard about it.

Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang were as anxious as ants on a hot pot when they learned that Meng Qinghe had been beaten with a military stick.

"The previous injury hasn't healed yet, and it's freezing cold, Zensheng is better!"

Meng Hu's face turned pale, Meng Qingjiang stopped the soldier who came to deliver the news, and asked if Meng Qinghe had been taken to the Qianhu Office in Xicheng. After thanking the other party, he turned and went back to the house for a meal, and soon found Meng Qinghe and stayed at home. pills and a thick quilt.

"Fourth cousin, what are you?"

"Twelve Lang can't stay in the Qianhu House forever." Meng Qingjiang pointed to the newly made quilt that had just been dug out, "Take it, let's pick him up."

After hearing Meng Qingjiang's words, Meng Hu nodded immediately.

The two put on thick padded jackets, picked up the quilt, pushed open the door, and walked into the wind and snow.

In the Qianhu House in Xicheng, three braziers were lit in one of the three halls, and the room was filled with warmth.

Shen Xuan took off his blood-stained military uniform, and sat on a round stool. A doctor in a round-neck blue shirt washed his hands and applied medicine to him.

In front of the couch in the room, Dr. Zhao was diagnosing Meng Qinghe's pulse.If it wasn't for the faint breath at the end of the nose, just looking at the cold hands and feet and the innocent face, one would think that this person had lost all vitality.

Putting down Meng Qinghe's wrist, Dr. Zhao stood up and took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box. He seemed a bit reluctant, but finally gritted his teeth, uncorked the bottle, and poured out a brown pill the size of a fingernail.

For a time, the fragrance of medicine overflowed.

Walking back to the couch, Dr. Zhao lifted Meng Qinghe's chin, opened it, and threw the pill into his mouth. Using force with his hands, he slid it down his chin and neck. Without irrigation, the pill went straight into someone's stomach.

After stroking his gray beard, Dr. Zhao was quite satisfied, "This medicine skill, the old man has not yet mastered it."

The doctor who treated Shen Xuan's injuries was an apprentice that Dr. Zhao took after he arrived at the frontier. Hearing this, he gave a wry smile and shook his head.

"Master, you should come and see Shen Qianhu's injury."

The implication is that the apprentice is not skilled in craftsmanship, the righteous master in the house, please don't neglect, please help me, old man.

Doctor Zhao and his apprentice exchanged hands, and sat opposite to Shen Xuan, put two fingers on Shen Xuan's wrist, and slightly closed their eyes.

Trauma doesn't matter, I'm most afraid of hidden diseases in the body.

"Qianhu," retracting his hand, Dr. Zhao poured out another pill from the porcelain bottle. Today, he even took out his family's wealth, "Your injury is no worse than that of Meng Baihu, you have to use this medicine Three days."

Shen Xuan didn't speak, took the pill and put it in his mouth.

"I have one more thing I want to ask Qianhu."

"What's the matter?"

"The governor sent by the imperial court, but the commander of the Jinyiwei back then, Song Zhong?"

"It's him." The military officer's uniform that Shen Xuan changed was stained with blood, and he could no longer wear it. A long time ago, the captain brought a blue casual clothes, "Dr. Zhao and Song Dudu are old friends?"

"Old friend?" Dr. Zhao sneered twice, rubbing the porcelain bottle in his hand, "The old man once treated the wind and cold for the governor of Song Dynasty, and the prescription is the same as that given to Duke Liang."

Shen Xuan didn't speak.

"Don't worry, this old man knows how to measure himself, and he also knows his weight." Dr. Zhao put the porcelain bottle on the table, stood up, took out another bottle of wound medicine, and closed the medicine box, "It's not easy to live to this day, old man It's a pity."

The doctor who changed Meng Qinghe's dressing didn't stop moving his hands, as if he didn't hear what the two were saying before.

Meng Qinghe, who was lying on the couch, closed his eyes tightly and knew nothing about what happened in the room.

"I'm afraid both Qianhu and Baihu will have a fever, so it's better to have someone take care of them."

Dr. Zhao put away the medicine box, bid farewell to his apprentice and left, and dozens of soldiers were waiting for him to see.Just relying on those doctors in the city, even if the trauma is cured, the root cause of the disease will be left behind.

The master and apprentice walked through the second hall and met Meng Qingjiang and Meng Hu head-on.

It was the first time for Meng Qingjiang and Meng Hu to visit the Qianhu House. Even though they were used to getting along with Meng Qing and the soldiers under him, their legs and feet still trembled when they saw the animals on the screen wall in front of the door.

Dr. Zhao passed the two of them with the medicine box on his back, without saying a word.Dr. Zhao's apprentice wanted to mention a few words, but the master walked in a hurry, and Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang only cared about following the frontier soldiers who were leading the way, not daring to look around, so they had to let it go.

Peking

King Yan and Daoyan were sitting opposite each other, and there was a chessboard in front of them. Black and white pieces were strangled together, and the outcome was hard to tell.

"Has your lord made a decision?"

Dao Yan held the white, before the words fell, the chess pieces had landed on the chessboard.

"Zhuzi is pressing every step, and there is no way to retreat." King Yan was wearing a bright red uniform, and the two golden coiled dragons on his shoulders seemed to be flying into the sky, "If you don't advance, you will die. If you go further, you can still fight for a way out. "

The sunspots fell, and the dragon was formed.

Dao Yan clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, "The prince is a great talent, the poor monk is willing to bow down."

King Yan laughed, and dropped the chess piece on the ground, "I won alone, how could you, a monk who cares about the mortal world, lose?"

"Amitabha."

Dao Yan proclaimed the Buddha's name again, as long as King Yan is willing to rebel, let alone a monk who cares about the world, why not call him a bald donkey with six unclean roots?

The eunuch who hurried to the outside of the hall felt bitter when he heard the laughter coming from the room.

The prince is rarely in a good mood, if he hears the news from Kaipingwei, he will be furious again.

To report or not to report?

Grit your teeth and report it.

Early death and late death are death, there is not much difference.Besides, Buddha is here, at least his life is guaranteed.Late, who knows what will happen.

"My lord, the slaves and servants have three guarantees, and I have something important to report."