master and servant

Yang Suxiu coughed. The day before yesterday when he commanded and mobilized manpower on the city wall to defend, his throat was broken, and the pain is still painful like gravel.

The wind at the end of August is already cold to the bone.

In such a cold autumn, reinforcements and food came, and King Jin personally escorted them.

There is little rain in spring and summer this year, and there is no grass growing in the large pastures in the north. If the Rouran family does not go south to rob, the consequences of winter can be imagined.

Reluctantly, the memorials he had been admonishing for several months fell into the sea, and in the end he only got the order to stick to it.

He thought that this place had been abandoned long ago, and the only thing he could do was to drag his life out until the severe winter came.

"General Yang, go and rest, it's already past the shift time." Gu Zhi still appeared from the shadow of the tower like a thin shadow.

"I'm not sleepy, thank you for your concern." Yang Suxiu nodded, "Go and persuade His Highness to rest earlier, he hasn't closed his eyes for twelve hours, and he is no better than you and me in martial arts."

Gu Zhi also wrinkled his nose, "Let him toss hard, fall down as soon as possible, save his life as soon as possible, and regain my freedom as soon as possible."

Yang Suxiu recalled the scene where King Jin rushed to treat the wounded and fell to the ground to rest, and threw countless sad and winking eyes at Gu Zhi. Even though the night wind was cold, there was a smell of blood and burnt wood and stones in the air. He also couldn't help taking a few big breaths, suppressing the dull pain from his ribs that accompanied his smile.

"No wonder, no wonder." He still had the last section of the city wall to inspect, so he simply waved at Gu Zhi and asked him to follow him, while continuing, "No wonder you came to me to complain, but to His Royal Highness King Jin Just cast a blank stare. You think that I am the same as you, bound by the distinction between monarchs and ministers to serve His Highness, but you also think that with our abilities, we could have chosen to live freely and freely, right?"

Gu Zhi was still a little bit at a loss, it's a big taboo to talk lightly and profoundly, let alone him who has thousands of faces and is good at deceitful words.

He inadvertently tensed his back.

Yang Suxiu stopped his progress and threw his spear on the ground, "Neither you nor Your Highness know what true freedom is. You all lived in the most unfree place before. However, who is not like this What? My Yang family has guarded the border for generations. When I was young, I also loved the romantic talents and white-clothed swordsmen in the books and dramas. But what I learned about spears and strategies, what I saw in the desert and barren mountains, and living hard under such conditions It is impossible for me to abandon them, it is impossible for me to leave this city and land, and yet I am in such a desperate situation. His Highness has come down, and I respect him for that.”

He just walked behind a drowsy soldier, and lightly woke him up with the butt of his gun, laughing and cursing a few times.

"The common people are confined to the land for their livelihood, working day and night; the soldiers are trapped in the border towns for labor, day and night; you see, even Rouran Khan, who is known as the son of the sky and the golden eagle, has to drive his children to work for food for the winter. The people, invaded our dynasty from thousands of miles away, and consumed his people under this city wall. Who is truly free? Anyway, I still act according to my own heart."

His voice became hoarse, but his smile became more open and hearty.

"You feel that you are not free. It's just because you insist on your own principles of doing things, you must repay what you have, and you admire the righteousness of the country and the people in your heart, so you have been lingering here and refuse to leave. Otherwise, with No one will know about your skill when you go away quietly. Although you have disdainful words for those knights who came to help you, you must be yearning for them in your heart. Whether you are a dead warrior or a knight, you are also a man of the quack."

Yang Suxiu patted Gu Zhihuan's shoulder, "Your Highness is not my master, he just happens to be on the way I am doing; he is not your master, he just happens to be the object of your gratitude. Take it easy, don't be so bitter Great hatred."

"...I seem to have heard similar words somewhere."

——This is what my heart wants, he is just right in front of it.

Gu Zhi also repeated this sentence.

Yang Suxiu was startled, "Wei Shi..."

With a long sigh, he left the city wall and went to rest.

Gu Zhi also stared at his suddenly gloomy back, and was stunned.

"Zhi Huan, why are you standing here alone?" Xie Yusheng came over at some point, seeing his bewildered look as if he was hurt by love, he couldn't help looking vigilantly at the place where Yang Suxiu left.

Ever since he arrived in Tianshui, Zhihuan has always liked to hang around General Yang. This is a change of heart!

So what's wrong with Yang Suxiu!Look at his graying hair and sad lines, no one will believe that he is under 30 years old!

Gu Zhi returned to his senses and looked at Xie Yusheng.

At this moment, the latter is wearing a straight-fronted short gown that has been stained black and white, and there is still a smear of blood on his face that has not been wiped clean. His eyes are black and blue from exhaustion, but he still has the appearance of a red crane with his neck stretched out and complacent. .

It's ridiculous.

So he laughed and reached out to wipe away the blood.

"Young master, why don't you go to rest?"

Xie Yusheng followed him back to the resting house as if he was sleepwalking, and fell asleep with his clothes closed.

He had a good dream that night. In the dream, the little dead soldier he rescued smiled brightly at him, stretched out his hand to caress his cheek, and said word by word, "A soldier dies for a confidant, and a woman is for a pleasing face."

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