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The well-planned raid by the Beile people ended in vain. If it was just a long-planned ambush by the Northwest Army, Tumen thought he could still handle it, but the sudden appearance of a third party caught Tumen off guard. He was defeated by the repeated attacks of the guns, and could only lead the remnant soldiers to flee north in a hurry.

Before he left, he turned around and drew his bow. The string was like a full moon, and the arrow was like a shooting star. He nailed it to the wall of the car with a "dumb", his tail feathers trembled endlessly, and Beile Khan's mount had already gone far.

After a while, the car door opened a gap, and the person in the car stretched out a hand as white as jade, clamped the crossbow arrow with two fingers, and gently lifted it out.

The guards at the side quickly caught up, and the first person was Xu Shen who had stayed in Youyunwei.He was taken aback by Beile Khan's furious counterattack, and hurriedly asked, "Master, are you alright?"

The people in the car waved their hands, and held the crossbow in front of them for a closer look: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but Tumen Khan's arrow skills have improved again... It's a pity that in front of the firecrackers, no matter how powerful the crossbow is, it's like a child's toy Vulnerable.

Xu Shen apologized and smiled.

Zhuo Jiusi led the Northwest Army and chased them more than ten miles away in one go. It wasn't that he didn't want to wipe out all the Beile people, but he knew the truth of "the poor should not be chased" and he didn't want to take the risk.

When he led the troops back, the remnants of Beile's soldiers behind him had been wiped out, and the "Cheng Yaojin" who suddenly came out retreated as quietly as when he came, only a dozen or so military chariots remained in place.

Zhuo Jiusi quietly caught up with "Marquis of Dingbian", and the man in Xuanjia pushed up his mask, revealing a familiar face—it turned out to be Liang Yi, the general next to Yang Fan.The two looked at each other, and Zhuo Jiusi stepped forward immediately, standing more than ten steps away, and asked hesitantly, "Your Excellency is..."

The car door opened again, and a white suit fell down. The visitor raised his head and nodded politely: "General Zhuo, long time no see."

Zhuo Jiusi was surprised and delighted: "Zhang... Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Jingche nodded politely, and glanced back and forth between him and Liang Yi, but he had already noticed something strange at a glance, and his brows were slightly frowned: "What's going on? Where's Yuanzhou people?"

Zhuo Jiusi hesitated to speak, and sighed: "It's a long story...Young master, follow me back to the camp first."

Zhuo Jiusi knew about Zhang Jingche and Yang Fan, so he didn't treat him as an outsider in his heart, not to mention that Zhang Jingche had just helped him drive away the Beile people.

The group returned to the Northwest Camp, and as soon as they entered the gate, Zhang Jingche sensed that something was wrong—the huge camp was surprisingly quiet, except for the soldiers on patrol, there was hardly any shouts of drills.

Zhang Jingche suddenly felt ominous: "Where is Yuanzhou?"

An epidemic broke out in the Northwest camp, and the sick soldiers were isolated separately, surrounded by fences, except for military doctors, idlers, etc. were not allowed to enter or leave without authorization.Zhuo Jiusi led Zhang Jingche to the door, and wanted to persuade him again: "Mr. Zhang, the place where the sick soldiers live is right in front of you. This disease is unusual, and it will be extraordinary. You still..."

Zhang Jingche interrupted him: "Is Yuan Zhou in there?"

Zhuo Jiusi didn't say a word, and acquiesced with his expression.

Zhang Jingche's heart sank suddenly.

The isolation area is also full of tents, and at the end is a row of hastily erected wooden houses, most of which have half-open doors, and only one door is locked.Zhang Jingche confirmed his guess from Zhuo Jiusi's eyes, rushed forward three steps at a time, and slammed on the door panel: "Yang Yuanzhou, open the door!"

There was silence at the door, and no one answered for a long time.

Zhang Jingche's anger rose from his heart, and he said sharply, "Yang Yuanzhou, why are you pretending to be dead? I know you're inside, get out!"

It was still quiet inside the door, as if no one was there at all.

Zhang Jingche became ruthless, and pushed the door panel hard: "You are really kind, dare to do it or not? Now that you know you are afraid, why did you go! Open the door for me, if you don't open the door again, I will ask someone to tear down this tattered door panel. "

Zhuo Jiusi: "..."

It was the first time he saw a warrior who said to tear down the door of his handsome man, and his jaw almost dropped in shock.

The people in the room seemed to be afraid of Chief Zhang's reluctance. After a while, there was the sound of slow footsteps in the room, and someone said lazily through the crack of the door: "Why are you here? The military camp is very important, and idlers can't wait." Come on, let's go!"

Zhang Jingche almost laughed angrily at this bastard who beat him up: "I won't leave, what can the commander do to me? Push it out and behead it as a public display!"

Yang Fan was choked by him, but he was speechless.

Zhang Jingche suppressed his anger, and slammed on the door panel: "You open the door first, if you have anything to say, let's talk face to face."

Yang Fan didn't hesitate: "No way!"

Zhang Jingche's anger, which had just been suppressed, suddenly rose three feet high: "Your surname is Yang, are you looking for death!"

Yang Fan pursed his lower lip, and suddenly softened his voice: "Brother..."

Zhang Jingche was stunned, and the three-foot-high anger dissipated.

Yang Fan said softly: "...I'm sick."

Zhang Jingche's eyes were slightly astringent, and he tried his best to suppress the burning anxiety: "Isn't it just a little disease, what's the big deal? You are the Marquis of Dingbian, and Beile's [-] cavalry can lift weights lightly. How can this be so difficult?" I won't make it through!"

Yang Fan smiled wryly, looked down at his hands, he had been sick for more than a month, his skin and flesh had been boiled dry, and there were hideous tendons on the back of his hands, looking like a dead man cheating.

Yang Fan didn't need to look in the mirror to know what he looked like now. He didn't want Zhang Jingche to see his pitiful appearance, let alone his own death.

"It's too ugly," Dingbian Hou Xin said, "It's disgusting to think about it. It's better not to see it, and I can leave some thoughts in his heart."

He was silent for too long, and Zhang Jingche started banging on the door again: "Yang, open the door for me! You don't even dare to face such a thing, what kind of man are you!"

Yang Fan laughed and shook his head: Well, I'm getting impatient, and even swearing.

He didn't want Zhang Jingche to see his panic and uneasiness at this moment, so he could only pretend to be relaxed and joked: "What's the use of you coming in? You're not a good doctor..."

Zhang Jingche said, "Why not? Even if your military doctors in the Northwest Camp pinch a piece, it may not be as good as a finger of mine!"

Yang Fan recalled how swiftly this man wielded the knife, so he was speechless to refute.

After a long time, he finally recovered his voice: "That's not going to work! This disease can be severe, what if it happens to you? Don't worry, there is a military doctor here to take care of me. I'm fine! What should you do? !"

Zhang Jingche hated it so much that he bit his lips: "Yang Yuanzhou...you big bastard with a small heart!"

Yang Fan almost choked on his own saliva. He had never been blamed for such a crime in his life. He argued with him through the door: "Why did I lose my heart?"

Zhang Jingche was confident and confident: "You've always been chaotic and you've given up, you don't care about killing me! It's obvious that you hooked me up every day, oh, if you abduct me, just leave me alone? You're dreaming!"

Yang Fan choked and stared, it was the first time he knew that Mr. Zhang was messing around, even the Heavenly King and I couldn't stand it.Hearing the man kicking the door again, he simply covered his ears and squatted down against the door: "Zhuo Jiusi!"

Deputy General Zhuo hurried to catch up: "Commander, what are your orders?"

Yang Fan's cold voice came from behind the door: "How do you do things? The barracks is an important place, and idlers are not allowed to enter, and the military laws and regulations are all for cooking? Get rid of people quickly, or go to the military law office to lead the army by yourself." !"

Zhuo Jiusi didn't care about his commander's unreasonable anger, and secretly sighed: "Yes!"

He supported Zhang Jingche and tried to tear him away: "Mr. Zhang, did you hear what the commander said? This epidemic is very severe, and it won't help if you go in...Let's go out first."

Zhang Jingche stared at the door viciously, his chest heaved violently, and after a long time, a sneer escaped from his throat: "Okay...Yang Yuanzhou, you are very good!"

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves abruptly and left without looking back.

Zhuo Jiusi had lived for more than twenty years, and he had never been so indifferent. He looked at Zhang Jingche's resolute back, and then at the door that showed no sign of opening, heaved a long sigh, and followed him out.

When the footsteps gradually faded away, Ding Bianhou, who was separated by the door, finally lost his strength, and slowly slid to the ground leaning on the door panel.

"I can't last much longer," he looked at his trembling palms, thinking calmly and clearly, "If I leave, what will happen to the [-] brothers in the Northwest Army? What about him...?"

Yang Fan is very clear about his identity. He Yang Yuanzhou may be a dude, but the Dingbian lineage behind him is the Dinghaishenzhen who calms the hearts of the soldiers.If this magic needle is broken, what will happen to the troops stationed in the four territories?Yang Fan didn't even dare to think about it.

So he can only draw his salary from the bottom of the pot, hoping to eradicate the malignant tumor of Beile before he closes his eyes... Even if it can't be uprooted, after what happened today, Tumen Khan's thoughts of sending troops to the south will stop for the time being, at least for the time being. The Central Plains will strive for a few more years of peace.

"I've thought so hard, I don't know that the master in Beijing doesn't appreciate it," Yang Fan raised his head with difficulty, and sighed quietly, "And he...he's so angry this time, he won't come to see me in the Spring and Autumn Festival next day Bar?"

Zhang Jingche stepped out of the tent like the wind, without turning back on the way, he was afraid that once he turned around, he would be unable to resist turning back, and tore down the obstructing door... along with the bastard inside the door.

Zhuo Jiusi followed closely. Seeing Zhang Jingche's restrained and angry expression, he cautiously persuaded, "Mr. Zhang... This epidemic is very serious, and several military doctors have fallen ill. The commander is also thinking about your safety, so he won't let you go." ..."

Zhang Jingche interrupted him quickly: "I know!"

Zhuo Jiusi shut up in response.

Zhang Jingche stood where he was, took a few breaths, and finally regained his rationality, which was boiled with anger.He suppressed his anxiety and worry, turned his head and said politely: "Please trouble General Zhuo, I don't know where my entourage is arranged for this trip?"

Zhuo Jiusi calmly breathed a sigh of relief: "Young Master is a distinguished guest, how dare I neglect you? Don't worry, everything has been arranged properly, and it's in the tent over there."

Zhang Jingche nodded, and walked over with Zhuo Jiusi. Xu Shen had been waiting for a long time, and rushed forward to meet him: "Why have you been gone for so long, master? Have you seen Lord Hou?"

Zhang Jingche said coldly, "How many Xinying do we have?"

Xu Shen speculated on his expression, and asked cautiously: "Master...do you want to write a letter?"

Zhang Jingche looked back, his eyes were full of undercurrents, the sky was high and the ground was far away, and the distance and the cloudless were all submerged in an inextricable haze.

"Yang Yuanzhou, let me let you go today," he thought coldly, "this matter is not over, we have a long time to come!"

The battle report of Northern Xinjiang failed to hide from the eyes and ears of the inspector censor and You Yunwei, and the report was sent to Beijing in a hurry, and presented to the Qinzheng Hall one after the other.These two memorials coincidentally mentioned the unknown forces assisting the Northwest Garrison to repel the Beile people, but the inspector censor knew nothing about his true identity, and You Yunwei had already found out the details of the mastermind behind it. Not far from ten.

No one knows what the name "Zhang Jingche" means better than Han Xun. After pondering over and over again, he still deleted this section, and then said to You Yunwei who sent the report to Beijing: "What should be said, what should not be said, no need Will this commander teach you?"

You Yunwei heard the hidden warning from his cold voice, and broke out in cold sweat immediately: "Yes, I understand!"

Han Xun waved his hand, motioning for him to go to work on his own.

Commander Han thought about his old love, and the memorial sent to the palace did not mention Zhang Jingche, but he forgot that the real masters of You Yunwei and Jin Yiwei were not him, the commander, but someone waiting to use him as a trick to go to Gao Juming. The ninety-five supreme on the top shows loyalty.

Half a day later, a secret report was quietly sent to the Palace of Qinzheng. After the case, Liu Yanzhao rolled his eyes, and his expression suddenly changed.Immediately afterwards, he stood up uncontrollably, his actions were too hasty, and he unintentionally overturned the tea bowl on the desk.

Accompanying him is the eunuch Yuezhao, who has followed Liu Yanzhao since the East Palace, and can be called the number one capable person around the emperor.Seeing this, he was startled, and quickly supported Emperor Xinglong: "The emperor scalded his hands carefully!"

Liu Yanzhao pushed him away, and in a hurry, he showed symptoms of rage: "Where's Han Xun? Call him in!"

Yuezhao agreed, and hurriedly went to call someone.

Liu Yanzhao suddenly stopped him again—Emperor Xinglong had been in power for many years and had no lack of city government, so he quickly suppressed the unprovoked anger.He took two deep breaths, and the anger on his face gradually subsided: "Forget it...don't call him!"

Yuezhao was unclear, so he hesitated and said: "The emperor means..."

Liu Yanzhao shook his clothes and sat down again after the case. If his gaze could be solidified, he would have shot through the line "Zhang Jingche is still alive" in the secret report.

"Good...very good!" He gritted his teeth and thought, "You are all deceiving me...you are all deceiving me!"

I am so heartbroken because of you, I am so regretful because of you, I have been left out of the harem for three thousand years because of you... In the end, you have lied to me for so many years, just enjoy yourself outside!

Why do I treat you like a treasure, but you treat me with disdain?

With all my heart, I actually fed the dog!

"Instruct the subordinates to keep an eye on Han Xun!" After a long while, Liu Yanzhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, his anger still lingering, "His secret reports with Jinyiwei and Youyunwei outside Beijing are all detailed, and they are all transcribed. , Send it to Qinzheng Hall!"

Yuezhao didn't dare to delay, so she responded quickly.

"Also, send a special envoy to Northwest Daying to visit the Marquis of Dingbian," Liu Yanzhao paused, his tone didn't sound like he was praising the meritorious officials, but he seemed to be looking for someone to settle accounts, "I want to see if Yang Yuanzhou is really sick. I can't get up!"

A rainstorm gradually gathered momentum, but the Northwest camp far away in the Hetao did not notice it. Although the Beile army temporarily retreated, the epidemic in the army showed no signs of subsiding.In just two days, the sick soldier's symptoms worsened again. In addition to the alternation of cold and heat, most of the day was spent in lethargy, and the human eyes weakened visibly.

The military doctors became ants on the hot pot in a hurry, but they were helpless against the epidemic. They had no better way than to prescribe some medicinal soup that was better than nothing, and pour it into the seriously ill soldiers.

Amidst the gloom and gloom, the person Zhang Jingche had been waiting for for a long time finally arrived at the Northwest Camp.