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Ji Qingyun was leaning on the wooden couch with a brazier beside the couch. He was holding a book, but he didn't read it.The past few days have always been inexplicably frightened, and I always feel that something bad has happened, but everything here is safe and sound, Gao Zhan is devastated, and will not come to snatch their territory in a short time, and Wei Chiyuan has already recovered. previous state.

Ji Qingyun's thoughts turned sharply, and he couldn't find what upset him.He put down the book and rubbed his sore and swollen forehead, sat up and picked the brazier.

At this moment, Yu Chiyuan rushed in from outside with a gust of cool wind, and said, "Your letter is from Mr. Ziwen again."

Ji Qingyun got up quickly and took the letter.Before the letter was opened, he suddenly understood that this inexplicable tension came from Duan Shiyu.

He didn't know why he felt this way, but the moment he received the letter, he felt more nervous than usual, and even dared not read the contents of the letter.

Seeing him not looking at him for a long time, Yu Chiyuan bumped him with his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Qingyun shook his head, took a deep breath, unfolded the letter, and after only a few glances, the words "the coach was assassinated" in the letter were printed in his eyes. Before Ji Qingyun took a deep breath, his legs moved Soft, almost kneeling on the ground, Yu Chiyuan hurriedly picked him up, a little nervous, and asked: "What was written in the letter? It scared you like a bird."

With a trembling voice, Ji Qingyun said, "Your Highness...was...assassinated."

"Huh???" Yu Chiyuan quickly snatched the letter and let go of Ji Qingyun.Ji Qingyun fell to the ground with a plop.

Yu Chiyuan read the letter for a while, and scolded: "You coward, it said in the letter that the coach is fine and is recuperating."

"Ah?" Ji Qingyun wiped the corner of his eyes and stood up, snatched the letter away again, and heaved a sigh of relief after reading the letter.Zhang Ziwen tried his best to report the good news but not the bad news. As for Duan Shiyu's injury, he only said that it was not a problem, and he would recover after a few days of cultivation.

Yu Chiyuan thought that Duan Shiyu had just suffered a skin trauma, so he didn't pay much attention.After all, both of them grew up in the military camp, so minor injuries were ignored.

Ji Qingyun knew that things were not as simple as what Zhang Ziwen said in his letter, so he was especially worried.

Yu Chiyuan's eyes were flushed, and he really looked a bit pitiful to me.If he hadn't been with him for a long time and knew what kind of person he was, Yu Chiyuan really felt that he would be deceived by his appearance.

Yu Chiyuan felt a little itchy in his heart, he scratched his chest, looked at Ji Qingyun for a long time, and asked leisurely: "You don't...you like our coach, right?

"...Pfft..." Ji Qingyun pushed Wei Chiyuan, and Yu Chiyuan held his hand. Yu Chiyuan squinted his eyes sharply, and asked, "Is it?"

"You are sick!" Ji Qingyun withdrew his hand, sat back on the side of the couch, put the letter in the brazier, watched the paper burn, and said: "The general packs up, and in a few days, he will probably have to return to Beijing." .”

"Back to Beijing?" Yu Chiyuan grabbed his head, sat next to Ji Qingyun, and asked, "How do you know?"

Ji Qingyun took a piece of new charcoal and said, "It's the winter solstice."

Yu Chiyuan asked: "Then will you go back to Beijing with me?"

Hearing Yu Chiyuan's question, Ji Qingyun was secretly delighted, and asked, "Then do you want me to go back to Beijing with you?"

Yu Chiyuan nodded, but when he saw Ji Qingyun's complacent look, he snorted and said, "I don't want to."

Ji Qingyun chuckled and said, "You, when you return to Beijing this time, you must become a high-ranking official."

Yu Chiyuan didn't understand what Ji Qingyun meant, and looked at Ji Qingyun.Ji Qingyun asked: "Who do you think sent someone to assassinate His Highness?"

"Didn't the letter say that Gao Zhan sent someone to assassinate Mr. Zhang Ziwen?"

Ji Qingyun watched all the letters being burned, shook his head and said, "It's the prince."

"Ah????" Yu Chiyuan tugged at the skirt of his clothes, obviously unable to bear the heat of the brazier, he said, "Why did the prince kill His Highness?"

Ji Qingyun said: "His Royal Highness has been fighting outside for half a year, and in just half a year, he brought back the county that the prince lost, not to mention Xuzhou, and the people supported His Highness again. Do you think the prince can not be impatient."

Yu Chiyuan was still puzzled, "He has already become a prince, so is it necessary to treat the coach as an opponent?"

"You don't understand." Ji Qingyun said: "You have been in the military camp all year round, so naturally you don't know the thoughts of those people who play tricks in the palace."

Yu Chiyuan still shook his head and asked, "Then why do you want to kill Mr. Ziwen?"

His words seemed to be on point, Ji Qingyun thought for a while, but still shook his head.

Yu Chiyuan didn't seem to understand anything, and asked again: "Why do I want to be a high official again?"

Ji Qingyun really thought he was stupid and cute, so he punched him on the thigh and said, "Think about it with your brain, this year, besides His Royal Highness, who else won the battle?"

Yu Chiyuan, "Me??"

Ji Qingyun nodded, and a gust of cold wind blew snow in through the crack of the door.Ji Qingyun shivered and said, "Close the door, it's freezing to death."

Yu Chiyuan said angrily: "You treat me as your servant, and let me close the door for you!"

Ji Qingyun pursed his mouth and said coquettishly: "Go, go, I'm so cold."

"..." Yu Chiyuan snorted, pushed his elbow away from Ji Qingyun who was leaning over, and got up to close the door.