turmoil

Zhang Jingche had been dormant in Beile for more than a year, and he knew Tumen Khan's behavior very well. When he said this, Zhuo Jiusi immediately ordered the entire camp to be under martial law. No matter how chaotic it was, daily scout patrols were essential.From the perspective of those who don't know it, the Northwest Camp is still in the process of purge of military discipline, and it is not affected by the epidemic at all.

At the same time, Dingbianhou finally woke up.

This time, Yang Fan really passed through the gate of hell. When he woke up, he was dizzy and dizzy. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was the world or the underworld.It took a long time for him to feel a little "alive" - ​​he had a fever at night, and his clothes were soaked in sweat, sticking to his body sticky, which was really uncomfortable.

However, the sweat came out in time, not only did Yang Fan not have the previous symptoms of weakness in his hands and feet, but he felt refreshed, as if most of the symptoms had disappeared.He turned his head, and saw Zhang Jingche lying in front of the desk, flipping through something, writing and drawing with a pen.

It was dusk at this time, and the setting sun was setting outside the window, half of Zhang Jingche's face was reflected in the blood-like glow, outlining an indescribable beauty.

Yang Fan's heart itched unbearably, he couldn't help turning over, stretching his arms tentatively, and brought over the bedside kettle while moving, shaking the mountain with a "bang".

Zhang Jingche looked back, turned his face away, and continued to comment on something.

He didn't make a sound, Yang Fan could only rely on himself, he tried to open his mouth, and after gathering strength for a long time, he finally called out dryly: "Minghuang?"

Zhang Jingche ignored him and pretended not to hear.

Yang Fan persisted: "Brother?"

Zhang Jingche snorted coldly, but still didn't look back.

Yang Fan knew that he was angry. Thinking of what he did before, he also felt that he was nothing.Marquis Dingbian looked at the door, but he didn't hear any movement, so he gritted his teeth and thought: "...the head of the house?"

Zhang Jingche shivered, and the writing brush in his hand suddenly dropped, rendering a large swath of ink on the snow-white sleeve.

He turned his head angrily, and Yang Fan grinned at him, no matter how flattering he looked, if he had a tail, he would have been shaken bald by now.

Zhang Jingche's forced cold face finally couldn't hold back anymore. After a long silence, he finally sighed, got up and moved closer, and touched Yang Fan's forehead: "Is it still burning? Are you uncomfortable?"

Yang Fan tugged at his cuff and continued to smile, blinking his eyes like a big dog trying to please people.

Zhang Jingche lost his temper at his laughter, and slapped Dingbianhou on the forehead: "Don't do this! I still remember the previous account. When you recover, I will get back the principal with interest!"

Hearing this, Yang Fan immediately lay down on the couch, stretched his hands and feet into a big character shape, and winked at him: "Ask for whatever you want! Just ask for whatever piece you like, I promise you will have nothing to say!"

Zhang Jingche didn't know what to think, Yubai's side face suddenly turned red, he gritted his teeth and said, "You are really... shameless!"

Yang Fan looked at him blankly and innocently, and asked with his eyes: "What did I say?"

Yang Fan fell into a coma for many days, and never fully woke up. He drank a large bowl of decoction every day, and the bitterness made the root of his tongue numb.Now that he wakes up, he feels that he is mostly healed, and he refuses to take any more medicine. He shrinks back when he sees the medicine bowl: "I'm all well...but I don't have any strength. You let me sleep for two days. I'm sure I'll be alive and well. Three hundred rounds of strangulation is not a problem!"

Zhang Jingche sneered, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him towards him: "Stop talking nonsense, drink up the medicine quickly!"

Yang Fan's mouth was tightly pursed, like a shell that couldn't be pried open, and he didn't let go of what he said.

Zhang Jingche was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he went directly to pinch Marquis Bian's cheek.

The two rolled into a ball on the bed, if Marquis Dingbian was in his prime, the former Commander of Jinyiwei would not be able to suppress him no matter what.However, right now, Yang Fan had just recovered from a serious illness, his whole body was limp and unable to exert his strength, he was forcefully suppressed by Zhang Jingche within a few rounds, and the sweat that had just subsided appeared again.

"Surrender...Is it okay if I surrender!" Yang Fan was pinned down by Zhang Jingche, unable to move, he could only pat the bed with his only sharp hand, and shouted, "A gentleman uses his mouth but does not move his hands, Zhang Minghuang, why don't you take advantage of it?" Human danger!"

Zhang Jingche squeezed his chin, and turned the person to himself: "I took advantage of others? Lord Hou, isn't it time for you to lock yourself in the house and see no one?"

Yang Fan was straightforward: "I didn't do it for your own good, I was afraid that the illness would overwhelm you..."

Zhang Jingche said coldly, "Say it again!"

Yang Fan saw that his expression was cold and stern, and there were faint red marks in the corners of his eyes, so he knew that this person was really angry.Marquis Dingbian is a master in the art of war, and he is well versed in the principle of being able to bend and stretch, so he softened his tone immediately, and said aggrievedly: "Isn't I ill and confused? Oh, this serious illness has broken ten years of life, okay? It's easy to save a life, but you still hold on to it, if I had known, I would have... oh!"

Zhang Jingche had nothing to do with Dingbianhou Baiwuji's mouth, so he could only lower his head, and blocked it neatly.

The two exchanged a sleepy kiss. Zhang Jingche wanted to accept it as soon as he saw it, but was held in Yang Fan's arms, taking advantage of his will.With great difficulty, he broke free, his temples were disheveled, and the corners of his eyes were wet with luster.But the skinless and shameless Dingbianhou wiped the corner of his mouth, and said, "I've been hungry for so long, it's time to eat."

Zhang Jingche pretended not to understand what he meant, and picked up the medicine bowl by himself: "Okay, enough of the advantages, hurry up and drink the medicine, if you don't drink it, you'll be cold."

Yang Fan was still alive just now, but when he smelled the bitter taste of the soup, he immediately fainted.Without saying a word, he rolled up the quilt over his head and shrank to the corner of the bed desperately: "I'm fine... I'm fine!"

Zhang Jingche didn't care if he was well or not, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt, but Yang Fan's illness turned into illness, and in such a hurry, he had a lot of strength.Zhang Jingche couldn't move after tearing for a long time, so he could only sternly said: "Yang Yuanzhou, if you don't come out, you won't have to see me for the rest of your life!"

Yang Fan hesitated, and sneaked out one eye from the corner of the quilt.

The red marks at the corners of Zhang Jingche's eyes did not disappear, but his face sank: "I counted to three, and drank the medicine myself. If there is more trouble, I will turn around and leave."

Yang Fan stretched his neck to look at the pitch-black decoction, then hurriedly retracted it, wrinkling his face full of steamed stuffed buns: "Bitter!"

Marquis Dingbian made up his mind to pretend to be a three-year-old child, but Zhang Jingche had nothing to do with him, so he could only coax him patiently: "I tried it, it's not bitter."

Yang Fan shook his head desperately, not letting go.

Zhang Jingche had no choice but to use his trump card: "You drank the medicine, and I'll give you something sweet to taste."

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up: "What sweetness..."

Before the words finished, Zhang Jingche moved forward with quick eyes and hands, and stuffed the medicine bowl into Yang Fan's mouth.The medicine soup poured into his throat, Dingbianhou had never drunk such a bitter medicine in his life, his brows, eyes, mouth and nose were wrinkled together: "It's so bitter..."

Zhang Jingche persuaded: "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease, drink it obediently!"

Yang Fan choked on the bitter medicinal soup and burst into tears. He finally finished it, and hurriedly asked for water to rinse his mouth: "If I had known, I shouldn't have woken up. It's better to faint... If I faint, I don't know the pain."

It was rare for Zhang Jingche to see Dingbian Hou play childish temper, but he found it interesting, took out an object from his waist purse, and stuffed it into his chattering mouth.

At first, Yang Fan thought that the surname Zhang was going to play tricks again, but after stirring it with his tongue, he discovered that the stuff was sweet, hard, and had the fragrance of pine nuts, and it turned out to be pine nut candy.The sweetness of the candy dispelled the bitterness in his mouth, Yang Fan narrowed his eyes comfortably, and said with a double meaning: "It's so sweet!"

Zhang Jingche squinted at him: "Is it really so sweet?"

Yang Fan nodded.

Zhang Jingche therefore stepped forward and exchanged a sweet kiss with him.

Yang Fan has been ill for more than a month, and although he is recovering now, the lost vitality has not been recovered so quickly.Zhang Jingche couldn't help but say that he erected a board room next to the barracks, and moved the Marquis of Dingbian into it, and took care of it himself every day, which really made Yang Fan feel like a day.

Dingbianhou was bored when he was free, so he took Zhang Jingche and went through the series of incidents one by one, and finally said: "These incidents have their own reasons, but they all come together. The Northwest Camp has set up a big set, just wait for us to jump in."

He was half-joking and half-serious, but Zhang Jingche paid attention, and while passing the medicine bowl, he murmured and said, "First, the military rations were dropped, and then the epidemic broke out in the Northwest Camp, and even you, the commander, were hit. At that time, Beile came out in full force, as if the timing was right... Although there is no coincidence, it is impossible to write a book, but if it is said that there is no human conspiracy at all, I will definitely not believe it."

Yang Fan didn't like to drink the medicine, and was afraid that Zhang Jingche would get angry, so he pinched his nose and drank it down, grinning his teeth in pain: "But it doesn't make sense... If there is really someone planning, this person not only has good hands and eyes, but also has connections with Beile—— To be able to exchange military rations, he must be a high-ranking person. Why does he have to collude with the people of Beile? Putting aside the good fortune and wealth, he wants to bear the stigma of "national thief" and is full of food? "

This made sense, Zhang Jingche frowned and thought hard for a moment, but still couldn't figure it out, so he had to put it aside for the time being.

"I heard from Jiusi that when I was sick, it was thanks to you that you drove away the Beile people who killed thousands of knives." Yang Fan grabbed Zhang Jingche's sleeve and led him to the bed, "he said , you have a team under your command, which is very powerful. After three rounds of gunshots, most of the Beile people have dispersed... You have so many treasures hidden in the bottom of the box, why don't you share them?"

Zhang Jingche laughed angrily at him: "Share? Yes, what is Hou Ye going to exchange?"

Yang Fan put on a serious face: "I don't have anything long on me, I only have this hundred or so catties... If Mr. Zhang doesn't dislike it, just take it!"

Zhang Jingche closed his folding fan, and tapped lightly on his forehead: "Who says I don't dislike it? I dislike it very much!"

Zhang Jingche wanted to arrange some military supplies, ask Boss Zong about his voyage to Nanyang, and arrange for the sick soldiers. He seemed to be the steward of the Northwest Camp.But Yang Fan didn't let him go, and entangled him like an octopus. Zhang Jingche had no choice but to tap his wrist lightly with a folding fan: "Let go, I'm busy."

This blow didn't take much force, but it hit the numbness. Half of Yang Fan's arm went numb immediately, but he refused to let go: "Where are you going? You are my wife, besides me, what else is there to be busy with?"

Zhang Jingche turned around and raised his eyebrows with a half-smile: "Who is the wife?"

Dingbianhou was stunned: "I... I am your wife!"

Zhang Jingche tidied up the Marquis of Dingbian, and managed to get out. Zhuo Jiusi was discussing with a group of generals in the tent. Hearing that Zhang Jingche was coming, the soldiers raised their heads and looked up at the true face of the "God of Wealth".

Most of these people have been with the old Marquis Ding, and they have been stationed at the border for more than ten years.They looked down on scribes, but they had to treat Zhang Jingche differently, because the elixir for curing diseases, the meals for three meals a day, even the armor and ammunition, weapons and firecrackers were all raised by Zhang Jingche in friendship.

"I don't care how arrogant and domineering you are in private, when you come to this Mr. Zhang, you will clamp your tail tightly," Zhuo Jiusi told someone to invite Zhang Jingche into the tent, "this is our food and clothing." Parents, 6 to [-] people in the Northwest Day Camp depend on him to support them! Get rid of your popularity and watch you drink the Northwest Wind!"

The soldiers are used to being rough, and the king of heaven and I don't pay attention to them, but no matter how rough they are, they have to eat.Zhuo Jiusi's words took hold of their weakness, fearing that they might not make a good impression on the God of Wealth, as soon as Zhang Jingche entered the handsome tent, a group of old men rushed forward, pushing General Zhuo aside instead.

"This is Mr. Zhang, right? Oh, it really looks extraordinary!"

"What is demeanor? He is a young hero, and the people of Beile will only suffer if he bumps into him!"

"That's right! I saw it with my own eyes that day. Mr. Zhang has a team under his command. Once the northern barbarians are allowed to let go, the turtle grandchildren will have to piss off and run away!"

Zhang Jingche was surrounded by a crowd of soldiers talking nonsense, and was stunned for a rare moment.Zhuo Jiusi only felt ashamed and thrown at his grandma's house. After a lot of effort, he finally pulled Zhang Jingche out and dragged him behind him: "That's enough of you! Be restrained, don't scare Mr. Zhang away, Turn around, the handsome will settle accounts with you!"

A group of soldiers did not dare to say anything, and rubbed their noses resentfully.

Zhang Jingche hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he looked at Zhuo Jiusi in bewilderment. Zhuo Jiusi was stared at him helplessly, and said embarrassingly, "Isn't this... the time with Bei Le before, the firecracker team under Mr. Zhang was really serious?" Great, the Beile cavalry didn't get any favors either. These rough men got their minds thinking... can they borrow it as envoys?"

Zhang Jingche understood, how could this be an excuse?If it falls into the hands of these veterans, there is no need to hope to redeem them all.

He thought for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "The firecrackers... I do have some in my hand, but it's just inconvenient to take them out."

The expectant faces of the soldiers suddenly collapsed, and only Zhuo Jiusi could hear the meaning of his words: "My lord means..."

Zhang Jingche said euphemistically: "It's not that the imperial court has no firecrackers. Although it can't be fired in succession, it can also give the people of Beile a little bit of trouble, but the court officials have never thought of firing the firecrackers. Only the guards of the capital The imperial army is qualified to assemble firecrackers... General Zhuo should understand the pros and cons of this."

Zhuo Jiusi understood, Zhang Jingche was telling him that Beijing has been afraid of frontier military generals for a long time, and they will not fire guns, but they cannot be trusted, lest the northwest garrison will be overwhelmed.A few firecrackers are nothing, Zhang Jingche can take them out, but this batch of firecrackers has not passed through the Ming Road. If the imperial court uses this to make trouble, how will the Northwest Camp be accounted for?How to remove the hat of "conspiracy and rebellion"?

"I was negligent!" Zhuo Jiu thought about the cause and effect, and immediately calmed down, "I didn't notice it for a while, and almost caused trouble for the commander. Please forgive me, Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Jingche shook his head with a smile: "General Zhuo, you are welcome... Generals have guarded the border for many years, and every day is full of wind and rain. It is hard enough. I will take care of these unscrupulous schemes for you. Don't bother you guys."

Looking at the expressions of the generals, Zhuo Jiusi knew that Zhang Jingche had already won the hearts of the generals in the Northwest with just one meeting.