It's hard to seal a fool

I don't know what the imperial court will do when they receive the news. Now Ning Changying is uneasy as the coach. It's not that he doesn't know how to conceal the seriousness of his illness. It's been too long.

He fought for three thousand miles with one body, and once became a million-dollar master with one sword.Since it was abandoned, it has decayed, and the world has been wasted.If this trip can really die on the battlefield, for Ning Changying himself, it may also be a kind of destination.

"You don't have to worry about this every day when you are old." Qin Shou in the military tent finished his pulse diagnosis and spread out the silver needle, "You said that you are already like this, and you still sent Ning Buqing to find some hermit to study and enjoy your family at home Isn't the joy beautiful?"

"You don't understand," Ning Changying waved his hand, "Bu Qing is my old son, if something happens to the Ning family, this only seedling must be guarded."

"Okay, okay, I don't understand." Qin Shou snorted, raised his hand and pressed the needle harder.

"Ouch you boy!"

Outside the tent, Ning Rong listened to the movement inside, and smiled with lowered eyes.

As the moon rose gradually, Qin Shou finished the injection and left with the medicine box.

Ning Changying took out Liang's urgent report and sighed leisurely.The candles in front of the table had almost burned to the end, and wax tears were dripping down the candlesticks.He raised his eyes, Ning Rong was coming in from outside the tent, Ning Changying raised his hand to hand over the military newspaper.

"The second letter. Don't let Qingming know about Liangdi's affairs. This child is young and energetic, and he can't contain his temper. He can't do anything impulsive."

"Not necessarily, he is General Yunhui after all, and then he is a member of King Xian's mansion." Ning Rong took the military newspaper and read it, then put it aside casually.

Be willing to be willing, this great war, the chaos of the six kings, how can there be reluctance.

"Qingming can be counted as I grew up watching. I didn't expect one or two of them to be spoiled by that kid from the Hua family." Ning Changying shook her head, "Forget it, it's all the juniors' own business."

Ning Rong sat down and chuckled, "You just need to take care of yourself now."

"If something happens to me, I have to find someone to replace me."

Ning Changying murmured, Ning Rong bowed his head, the flickering candles were reflected in his pupils, gradually burning out, the flames disappeared.

Song Qingming came back from patrol, and as soon as he entered the tent, he saw Ning Rong waiting inside, with a white robe on the table.

"what happened?"

He turned his head to look outside, put down the curtain and walked in.

The surrounding soldiers and guards were all transferred away by Ning Rong, this guy was full of bad things, he must be planning another big move.Song Qingming had a vague premonition of uneasiness in his heart, and when he got closer, he saw Ning Rong's sullen face, with a serious attitude.

"What happened?"

"Tomorrow we are going to cross the canyon, you lead the army to lure the enemy, and wear this military robe." Ning Rong indicated with his eyes.

Song Qingming saw that the white robe was spread out on the table, and the shoulders and waist were all in accordance with his own size. It must have been Ning Rong's plan tonight.

"So conspicuous?" Song Qingming laughed dumbly, "You want me to be a living target for the enemy."

"Tomorrow old general Ning will go up to Beishan to personally command the battle. You are the most conspicuous in your white robe, whether you are beaten to the brim or brave and good at fighting," Ning Rong pointed to his eyes, "you can see clearly. "

The red-headed candle in front of the table had just been lit, and wax tears dripped down the column and condensed into white spots on the table.

Song Qingming was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and joked: "Why, I'm past the age when I can show my sharpness, so I don't like this now."

"But sometimes, you just need to show your sharpness."

Song Qingming slowly put away his smile, put his hand on the white robe, and looked up at him. "You want me to be appreciated by Old General Ning."

He said it in an affirmative tone, and he already had a guess in his heart.Ning Rong shook his head, holding the candlelight behind his back, and spit out every single word.

"I want you to replace him."

"I want you more than his prestige in the army."

Song Qingming was shocked suddenly and froze, only for a moment he blurted out: "I can't."

"You can." Ning Rong paused, and pulled the corner of his lips, "Zhao Xi is still waiting for you in Liang."

The wind hummed lowly outside the curtain, and there was the uniform footsteps of patrolling soldiers in the distance. It was cold inside the tent, but the heart was pounding, and there was still heat in the body after all.

The candle flame flickered, reflected in Song Qingming's pupils, constantly beating.

On the tall towers of the city, the torches were still burning fiercely. Zhao Xi stroked the city wall and looked down. A huge army of one hundred thousand soldiers was approaching the city, and a torch was a hundred steps away. The coldness of the stone bricks was about to invade the bone marrow.

Haiyan came up to help him put on the sable cape, but after a few days of not seeing each other, Zhao Xi has already lost a lot of weight.

"Hucheng is easy to defend and difficult to attack. After this city, there are still several lines of defense in Liangdi. If you really can't hold on, you don't have to insist, my lord."

Zhao Xi looked down, without moving. "How about the evacuation of the people?"

"All have been moved to another city."

He stopped talking, and the back just stood quietly at the top of the city like this, covered in coldness, full of loneliness and bravery, the soldiers of the city could see it as long as they raised their heads.

"Boom—boom—boom—boom—"

The drums were beating, and the marching horn was blown again. The soldiers at the top of the city were exhausted, and they got up in a hurry to draw their bows to the full.The sound of fighting broke out again, the ladder was erected again and again, and the rolling wood and boulder were pushed down from the top of the city. Amidst the screams, people kept being thrown down, but soon new people rushed up.

"The first person to climb to the top of the city will seal a thousand households!"

"Kill me-"

The offensive became fierce again.There were bursts of shouts, and the sound of drums pierced through the distant darkness. Zhao Xi's eyes were sharp, and he stared intently at the general who was giving orders behind him.

He raised his bony hand and waved it down gently.

The general at the side got the order, turned around and shouted: "Hot oil—"

The boiling hot oil was carried up to the city tower in barrels. The soldiers carried the oil barrels forward and fell down along the ladder. The city was filled with ghosts and wolves, and the screams were loud. The soldiers who had not climbed the ladder retreated one after another.

"Bullshit Prince Xian, you're a vile and rascal!"

"Zhao Xi—you deserve to go to the eighteenth floor of hell! You must die a terrible death!!"

The ladder was drenched with hot oil, the offensive under the city was temporarily suspended, there was a series of howls of pain and insults, Zhao Xi's fingertips were clenched quietly, and his brows were furrowed.The upper class fought each other for power, and these soldiers were so innocent.

There were constant insults in the city, Zhao Xi took a step back in a daze, the cloak Haiyan covered quietly fell off, he lowered his head, and saw four words crookedly hooked on the valgus.

"Zhao Xi, Ping'an"

The soldiers on the city held bows and arrows and looked at the general hesitantly.The wind blew heavily, and there was a burnt smell in the air.

"Zhao Xi, is the general doing his needlework well?"

On the top of the wall, Zhao Xi bent down and picked up the cloak on the ground, pursing the corners of his lips.Song Qingming put his feet up on the table, put his head on his pillow and looked at the candlelight, thinking of the hands and feet moving on the cloak and secretly laughed.

Counting the days, Zhao Xi should have been in Hucheng for a few days. I don't know where Wu Jin's army is now, but Ning Rong knew it clearly but didn't mention him a word.

The white robe was laid out on the table, Song Qingming thought about Ning Rong's words, and hesitation appeared in his eyes again.After a long time, he let out a low sigh.

His beautiful prince, please don't have any accidents.

Be safe and sound, and wait for him to come back.

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Go home tomorrow yeah, the day is even harder

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