It's hard to seal a fool

Soldiers were already digging holes to bury the bodies.

In the main tent, Song Qingming touched the wrist of his right hand, and the dull feeling brought about by the killing and surrender gradually dissipated.

He is not a cold-blooded and heartless person. When he first came to the battlefield, he also watched with a pale face as his soldiers cut off the head of the eagle shooter with a knife. Later, he was used to seeing the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and looked down on the separation of life and death.

So let Sha Jiang kill him, even if they scratched him with resentful eyes before they died, even if they cursed him loudly until the last moment, even if they are haunted by resentment in this life, what does it matter?

He killed so many people that he almost thought he was just a walking dead.

But today there are people who care about what the world thinks of him, and ask loudly why they are bothering about Jiang Chongshi.It's been a long time since he looked angry. Song Qingming rubbed his wrist and laughed softly.

It's a pity that it was also this person who sent him into the hands of the devil with his own hands.

On the table, the candle was extinguished suddenly, and in the darkness, Song Qingming's smile disappeared at some point.

He just sat quietly on the chair, his body was too tired to move, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.Fa Cai came in to deliver tea, seeing Song Qingming's pale face under the moonlight, he backed away silently.

In the dream, in the sea of ​​blood, he was dressed in a red military uniform, half kneeling on the mountain of corpses with a knife in his hand. During the day, all the Qiang people turned into terrifying ghosts, screaming and scrambling to climb up the mountain of corpses. His hands firmly grasped his ankles, trying to drag him down to the endless hell.

"Come...come with us..."

"Song Qingming, Song Qingming!...You will not die! You will be wiped out of the three clans, you will lose your name and lose, and you will not die well!"

"Get out!" He gritted his teeth, the blade fell, cut off their hands, cut off their heads, the mountain of corpses piled up until he had no strength at all, and the Qiang corpses pressed on him one after another, and ghosts and ghosts scrambled to devour and share the food... …

Song Qingming woke up suddenly, only feeling that there was no strength left in his body.

He slowed down and stood up, almost staggering.He opened the tent door and went out. The soldiers guarding the door were all worried when they saw his expression.

"Master Zhonghou..."

"It's okay."

He shook his head, and ordered his soldiers to boil a pot of water, and when he looked up, he saw Zhao Xi approaching from a distance, with the fire shining on his cheeks.

Zhao Xi approached, and was startled when he saw his expression, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Song Qingming leaned outside the tent door, rubbing his eyebrows with his hands, "It will be fine in a while."

Zhao Xi's lips moved, but finally he didn't say anything.In fact, he just couldn't sleep and wanted to talk to Song Qingming.What are you talking about, telling him that it was just a misunderstanding half a year ago, and you didn't intend to send him into the clutches of evil?

Intentionally or not, the mistake has already been made, and if I say sorry at this time, it will just bring up the painful memories of this prostitute for no reason.

guilty?

Zhao Xi had calculated countless people, but for the first time he felt a deep sense of guilt.The smell of the bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus tea under the tree still lingers in the nose until now.

Zhao Xi suddenly realized that he was more than guilty towards that person.

Zhao Xi finally watched Song Qingming drink up the water in the bowl, turned around and went back.

At the end of the month, Song Qingming went back to his tent and couldn't sleep, so he got up and walked aimlessly, and at some point, he came to Zhao Xi's tent again.

Song Qingming was so tired that he no longer had the energy to think about it.

Zhao Xi was guarding two people in front of the tent, when he saw Song Qingming coming, he didn't know whether to salute or go in to announce.Song Qingming waved his hand in a gesture of silence, and at the next moment, he suddenly raised his hand and knocked them out neatly, and put them on the ground smoothly.

The two before fainting: "..."

Song Qingming nodded, very satisfied with his skills, so he found a place in front of the tent door, sat down cross-legged and leaned against the support frame of the tent, and fell into a deep sleep with the saber in his arms.

At dawn, Zhao Xi was thirsty and called for water, but no one answered.He walked out of the tent in a light fur, his pupils shrank slightly.

The young man with flat eyebrows and almond eyes was sleeping in front of his tent in armor and helmet holding Tang Dao.He was covered with the cloaks of the patrolling soldiers layer upon layer, his hair tipped with the morning dew, and his brows and eyes were filled with indescribable exhaustion.

This fool would not want to do such a thing as killing and surrendering.

Although he is a well-known dandy in the capital, back then he would hold a military book in his hand and talk in front of him with the momentum of pointing out the country.Zhao Xi was startled, thinking of those days in the past.

Every morning, whenever he gets up early to watch Song Qingming practice martial arts, this guy will deliberately play some dazzling tricks in front of his eyes; Climb into bed secretly and leave at dawn, but there will always be some traces left behind: the sore back of the neck, the residual warmth on the pillow...

Fortunately, now that Song Qingming knew his identity, he didn't do such a shocking thing as crawling on the bed.

But last night, I'm afraid I didn't sleep well.

Zhao Xi took off the light fur from his body, and hesitantly put it on Song Qingming's body.Even so, Song Qingming did not wake up.

He suddenly had a moment of pity for this young general who was squeezed out in the army and was hard to get ahead, but this was really crazy, how could he deal with emotions other than pity, Zhao Xi was stunned, and then picked up the light fur He got up and strode into the tent.

No one came to disturb Song Qingming until the sun was high. On the contrary, the cloak on his body became thicker and thicker. In the end, Song Qingming was still awakened by the heat.

"Are you awake?" He opened his eyes in a daze, and met Qin Shou's disgusted gaze. "Forget it if you coax me to death. If you don't have the guts to enter someone's tent, forget it. What's the point of knocking out the boy and guarding the door all night?"

"No, I-"

"Father understands everything." Qin Shou patted Song Qingming on the shoulder with an expression of understanding. "Let's go, I made ginger soup for you."

Song Qingming lowered his head, looked at the thick cloak on his body, and smiled wryly.The little soldiers not far away rushed over, you divided the cloaks one by one, and winked at Song Qingming by the way.

"We understand what you mean, don't worry! Even men won't look down on you, we will definitely help you win the prince!"

"My lord is so mighty, you actually want to attack the prince hehe..."

"My lord—"

"..." Song Qingming stroked the center of his eyebrows helplessly, then feigned anger and said, "What are you all doing here! Hurry up and practice!"

The soldiers dispersed like birds and beasts again.

Inside the tent, Zhao Xi was sitting on the couch, with a face so unreadable.The two boys knelt in front of him, trembling.Damn Song Zhonghou, it doesn't count if he knocked them out, and now he will inevitably be punished.

"He was loved by the soldiers in the army?" After a long time, he spit out these words.

"what?"

"Ah, yes," another clever boy hurriedly bumped into the stunned one, "I heard that Song Zhonghou didn't have strict queue battles when he marched. If there was a shortage of food and water, the lieutenants would eat and drink Then it's his turn. In addition, Song Zhonghou is a genius in the use of troops, and the soldiers rarely suffer casualties..."

"Okay." Zhao Xi waved his hand, "Let's go out."

"Eh." The two servants looked at each other in surprise, and then retreated.

A few days later, Song Qingming returned to Xiaoguan and took forty army sticks.

During the execution, Zhao Xi condescendingly came over to take a look. Hearing that the Song Zhonghou had an enmity with the sixth prince, the executioner was so frightened that he acted a lot more superficially.With just three or four glances, the sixth prince left with gloomy eyes.

Although Song Qingming's injury looked scary, the executioner naturally knew how to deal with it after eating this bowl of rice. In addition, Song Qingming had taken care of it in advance, but the skin was broken and the flesh was not injured. After three or five days, the wound scabbed and he continued Jump around in the barracks.

On the contrary, every time Zhao Xi saw him, he was like a scourge, and avoided him.

"Is he supervising the battle and still leaving?"

"Sixth prince," Qin Shou scratched his head, "who knows."

To be honest, Song Qingming's heart was very complicated, and emotionally speaking, I hoped that he could stay longer.The two of them were busy with each other, until Zhao Xi took the initiative to look for him that day, and brought a copy of the case.

"what is this?"

"The embezzlement case of military pay a few years ago." Zhao Xi added, "The Duke presided over the trial, and found evidence of collaborating with the enemy and treason by accident, involving many people."

Song Qingming's face became serious.He took the case to scrutinize the verdict, especially the names listed on it.Having said that, no matter what the relationship between Song Qingming and Zhao Xi is, there is a tacit understanding between them.It's just that Song Qingming is more sensitive in military affairs, while Zhao Xi is better at government affairs.

"This Jin Secheng..." Song Qingming stared at the name, familiar but could not remember, this person was sentenced to exile for three thousand miles.

"Jin Xiu, the general of Huaihua Zhonglang who accompanied Jiang Chongshi, was his youngest son." Zhao Xi said indifferently, "Because of this case, all men in the Jin family who were over ten years old were sentenced to exile. Xiu was over nine years old, survived the death and was adopted by the Jiang family, who was close to the Jin family at that time."

This is because his father sentenced his family to exile, and the surname Jin held a grudge, so he used the power of a strong general to make things difficult for him.Then, he should be the person behind the trick of forcing him to kill him.

Song Qingming speculated in his mind, listened to Zhao Xi's words, nodded subconsciously, and then looked at Zhao Xi suddenly.

"how?"

He leaned closer and bowed his head slightly, the poor boy seemed to have stretched his body, it was the first time he had heard him say so many words after knowing him for so long.Song Qingming blinked his right eye, "I'm a little touched."

"I came to supervise the battle on behalf of my father, but I just fulfilled my duty." Zhao Xi lowered his eyelids, and raised his hand to push away his approaching forehead.

"Hmm... How do you guard against me like you guard against thieves?"

Song Qingming leaned back with his hands, sat down on the desk, muttered, and raised his hand to hook Zhao Xi's chin.He swore he was just doing it on a whim, and Zhao Xi hit him with a punch.

"Hey!" Song Qingming kicked his fist away with a neat backflip, and then landed on the ground in front of the desk. "Don't be so angry."

Zhao Xi returned to his usual rigid look, looking at him coldly, but his breathing was a little unsteady. "I said, when you return to Ningjing, I will settle all the old and new grudges with you."

"uh-huh."

"If you are defeated and demoted, I will ask my father to ask you to become a eunuch in the mansion, serve me with tea and water, and then sell you to Nanfeng Tower."

"..." Song Qingming's lower body felt cold.He felt that Zhao Xi had planned this way before, and his heart softened for a moment, but now he thought about it again.Dead child, broken child.He shook his head hastily, "I will not be defeated."

"Oh?" He snorted coldly, "Then live well."

"what?"

"Don't be calculated like a fool."

"..."

Zhao Xi left. Before leaving, he wanted to say something to him but didn't say anything. In fact, he just wanted to apologize.Song Qingming froze in the main tent, unable to guess what he was thinking, but his heart was beating violently, with a little bit of joy and throbbing that had never been seen before, and it was about to drown everything about him.This feeling was even more novel and beautiful than the feeling Song Qingming gave him when he touched someone's butt.

Perhaps Zhao Xi could be forgiven for what happened back then.Song Qingming thought like this spinelessly, he seemed to be stuck again.

The author says:

Sweet...is it sweet?

Yeah, in the middle of the night last night, I found that the number of hits exceeded [-], thank you everyone! ! !

(Secondary edit) A few readers said that it was a bit licking. I want to change it but I don’t know where to start. Personally, I prefer to laugh at each other when they grow up.Later, Zhao Xi regretted it until he died (not dead) after knowing the truth about his second uncle. This was something that he regretted for the rest of his life, but Song Qingming, as the person involved, chose to tolerate him with love.