The general is easy to bully

Xiao Qihan sent Shen Jun back to the Hou Mansion.

Shen Jun grabbed Xiao Qihan's sleeve and asked him anxiously, "What about Shen Xingfeng?"

Xiao Qihan lowered his head and stared at Shen Jun, "What do you want me to do?"

Shen Jun frowned, and it took a while before he said in a slightly cold voice, "The wedding is coming soon, can we wait until we get married..."

Xiao Qihan touched Shen Jun's head, "Shen Jun, he belongs to this Marquis."

Shen Jun was slightly startled, then nodded: "Since he belongs to Lord Hou, Shen Jun will naturally accept him sincerely, but what does Lord Hou plan to do? Will it really be possible to draw a patrol map within three days?"

Xiao Qihan smiled softly, "It won't take three days, Jun'er doesn't have to worry."

After ordering the maid to wait for Shen Jun to rest, Xiao Qihan rode his horse and went straight to Prince Yinsu's mansion.

Yun Yingshen looked at Xiao Qihan who came uninvited, a little sullen: "You want Xiao Wang to hand over the patrol chart?"

Xiao Qihan: "Yes."

Night Chang has many dreams, Xingfeng's temper is so stubborn, if those people want to dig something out of his mouth, they must use torture, he can't wait for three days.

What's more, let alone three days, even three months, that picture cannot be drawn.

Yun Yingshen smiled, but his eyes were cold: "Xiao Qihan, do you think Xiao Wang has a good temper and bullying? The patrol chart is the most important chart of Daqi, do you think Xiao Wang will hand it over to you casually? "

Xiao Qihan didn't change his expression: "Reporting to the lord, I think, you should give the patrol map to me."

Yun Ying raised her eyebrows carefully, "Really? Why?"

Xiao Qihan looked at him and said a name——

"Joe Yijin."

Yun Yingshen's pupils suddenly widened, and immediately regained his composure, staring at Xiao Qihan's expressionless face, he smiled twice.

He walked up to Xiao Qihan, reached out and patted Xiao Qihan's face, "You have the ability."

With a respectful attitude, Xiao Qihan lowered his head slightly: "Thank you, my lord, for your appreciation."

Yun Yingshen sneered, and ordered his subordinates: "Bai Shu, give him the things."

……

Xiao Qihan took the sea patrol chart and hurried out of the capital.

Seeing Xiao Qihan coming alone, the man in black teased, "Yo, it looks like that little concubine is really favored by Lord Xiaohou. It's a pity..."

He suddenly stopped, and his eyes, which were not covered by the black cloth, flashed a little unnaturally.

He shouted at Xiao Qihan: "Throw over the patrol chart, we have to check it, if we find something tricky, I will kill him directly."

Xiao Qihan threw the patrol chart over.

The black clothes caught it firmly with one hand, unfolded it and looked at it.

"A genuine patrol chart." Xiao Qihan asked impatiently, "Where are my people?"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, the man in black stuffed the patrol map into his chest pocket, and pointed in the direction to Xiao Qihan.

Go along this road, there is an abandoned old house, enter through the side door, there is a dungeon, the person you are looking for is there. "

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Qihan's figure disappeared into the dark night like a black shadow.

A man in black smiled: "Why are you pretending to be affectionate now? If you really cared, you wouldn't trade that kid for that Shen Jun."

Some people objected: "Xiao Qihan is a scheming man, and the city is extremely deep. We must not use ordinary people's thinking to judge him."

It was the same person who spoke before, with a somewhat disdainful tone: "No matter how deep you are, you can't even protect your own people. Hey, you don't blame us for what you said about Shen Xingfeng..."

The voice of the man in black gradually faded away.

Minglan is like a cheetah lurking in the dark night, squatting on a tree trunk with lush branches and leaves, staring at the group of men in black as they go away.

Thinking of what they said just now, his brows could not help but wrinkle.

Shen Xingfeng...

Probably something went wrong.

……

It took about a stick of incense before Xiao Qihan found the abandoned house on the mountainside.

After entering through the side door, I saw the entrance of a dungeon.

A torch was lit inside, and it seemed to have been burning for a long time. The fire was dim and swayed by the wind.

Xiao Qihan went down the stone steps, and the further he went inside, the colder the air became.

Xiao Qihan's heart felt like someone had dropped a heavy stone, getting heavier and heavier.

His complexion also became more and more ugly.

because……

He smelled blood.

Someone is bleeding.

Is it Starwind?

Xiao Qihan didn't dare to think about it, he quickened his steps and walked towards the deepest part of the dungeon.

Shen Xingfeng was in the innermost cell of the dungeon.

He was tied to a wooden frame, with his head drooping deeply, and his ponytail with black hair slid down his neck.

Xiao Qihan stood dumbfounded at the door.

When he got closer, he realized that Shen Xingfeng was not tied to a wooden frame.

He was nailed to it.

Two sharp daggers pierced through Shen Xingfeng's wrists, pinning his thin body to it.

The black blood stained Shen Xingfeng's entire arm, and his feet were covered with dried and coagulated blood.

Xiao Qihan's eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was stagnant at first, and then he was panting rapidly.

He finally realized that this bloody man was his, so he stumbled over like a walking corpse.

This body made him not know what to do.

He dared not even touch him!

How painful it must be... How painful this feeling of being nailed through must be.

"Star Wind... Star Wind..."

Xiao Qihan's voice trembled, he stood in front of Shen Xingfeng, his hands and feet were flustered, and he called his name.

Shen Xingfeng didn't move at all.

Xiao Qihan finally held his face carefully, and then lifted his head little by little——

Shen Xingfeng's face was very pale.

It was a paleness that was as clear as life, similar to that of a dead person.

His eyes were slightly half-opened, his pupils were cloudy, maybe it was too painful, and his lips were bitten with blood.

He just stared at Xiao Qihan blankly.

Xiao Qihan resisted the sharp pain in his heart, held his chin, and licked the blood off his lips bit by bit.

The voice was broken, and it was almost impossible to break a sentence: "I...I let you...down, it won't hurt anymore...it won't hurt soon."

Shen Xingfeng was still staring at him dully, without a trace of light in his eyes.

Xiao Qihan pressed Shen Xingfeng's head, letting him bury it in his chest, then stretched out his hand and gently grasped the dagger inserted into Shen Xingfeng's right wrist——

When the dagger was pulled out, Xiao Qihan even heard the "sizzling" sound of the knife point tearing flesh mixed with blood.

Shen Xingfeng's arm suddenly dropped.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.Another dagger was drawn.

Shen Xingfeng fell down limply.

He was hugged by Xiao Qihan in his arms.

Xiao Qihan took him and rushed back to the Hou's Mansion.

Gu Shishi, Ah Fu and Long Che all ran over to watch.

Gu Shishi touched Shen Xingfeng's breath, his heart felt cold, and he sat down on the ground.

Afu stared at him with wide eyes.

Gu Shishi opened his mouth and said after a long time, "No, I'm out of breath."

Ah Fu suddenly burst into tears.

Dr. Qi was caught out of bed by Xiao Qihan, kicked away the person who was in the way by the bed, and Xiao Qihan carried him to the bedside.

"save him."

Doctor Qi took a look at Shen Xingfeng, and kicked Xiao Qihan and the others out.

He asked his apprentice to clean Shen Xingfeng's wound first, and then used a needle to pierce Shen Xingfeng's temple.

He pinched his nose and poured down a bowl of ginseng soup forcefully for Shen Xingfeng.

Shen Xingfeng's breathing was still intermittent.

A face became more and more lifeless.

Mr. Qi was sweating all over in a hurry, and turned his head to tell his disciples: "Go, bring the Darong ginseng soup, hurry up."

Without hanging his last breath, the child might really not be able to survive.

The apprentice quickly brought the ginseng soup.

Old Qi opened Shen Xingfeng's mouth, but suddenly thought of what he said when Shen Xingfeng left that day.

Elder Qi stared at Shen Xingfeng's frowning brows, and then at Shen Xingfeng's wrist.

In the end, he remained silent, and put the bowl of ginseng soup on the stool beside the bed.

The little apprentice was puzzled: "Liger?"

Qi Lao sighed: "You go out too and prepare some hot water."

At last, all the people were driven away by Mr. Qi.

Xiao Qihan stood at the door, standing motionless.

His body was still stained with Shen Xingfeng's blood, and there was a lingering smell of blood on the tip of his nose.

It was as if a hole had been cut in the heart, and it hurt until the end, almost numb.

No one dared to persuade him to go back and wait for news.

Because at this moment Xiao Qihan looked too scary.

The oppression and dullness before the storm made Gu Shishi and everyone feel terrible.

Dawn of the second day.

When the first ray of sunlight shone in, the door that had been closed all night was finally opened by Mr. Qi.

Xiao Qihan seemed to wake up suddenly from an endless nightmare, he walked over, "Old Qi..."

With a tired face, Qi Lao just sat down on the door rail.

He didn't look at Xiao Qihan, but waved to Gu Shishi.

"Fourteen, come."

Gu Shishi walked up to Elder Qi with a gloomy expression, and half knelt down.

Old Qi's voice was hoarse, his eyes were all red, and he took out an ingot of gold and put it in Gu Shishi's hand.

"Take this, and go get Xingfeng a decent set of clothes, and then go buy a good coffin."

Gu Shishi trembled violently.

Old Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Go."

Gu Shishi turned his head and glanced at Xiao Qihan.

The man stood upright with a calm face, no, it should be dead silent.

There is no light in a pair of eyes, only empty and blank.

Gu Shishi held the gold tightly, and responded with difficulty.

Ah Fu flung herself into Long Che's arms and couldn't stop crying loudly.

Xiao Qihan seemed to be woken up by the crying, and shook his head: "How could it be... He is still looking at me with his eyes open."

Old Qi smiled hoarsely: "This is called death without peace."

Xiao Qihan was shocked.

Then he staggered towards the house.

Shen Xingfeng lay quietly on the bed, covered with a thin quilt.

Pale and pale.

The eyes are closed.

Xiao Qihan carefully sat on the bed, and slowly picked him up.

The quilt slipped from Shen Xingfeng's shoulders, and Shen Xingfeng's head fell limply on Xiao Qihan's shoulders.

Xiao Qihan pressed the back of his head and kissed his hair.

It's just that this is the last time, so he can't wait to rub Shen Xingfeng into his body.

"Xingfeng, when you cross the Naihe Bridge, remember to drink Mengpo soup."

His whole life has been too bitter, and in his next life he will forget everything and give birth to an ordinary family.

Get married and have children, and the house is full of children and grandchildren.

And in this life, there is still him.

Gu Shishi came back with his clothes, and the newly bought coffin was also delivered to the yard.

Xiao Qihan personally changed Shen Xingfeng into a blue brocade dress, combed his hair, and gently tied a wishful pearl bracelet on his wrist. The hollow wound on his wrist pierced Xiao Qihan's eyes red, and he Kissed Shen Xingfeng's hand, then tucked him into the sleeve.

Near noon, Xiao Qihan walked out of the room holding Shen Xingfeng in his arms.

Ah Fu had already passed out from crying.

Xiao Qihan looked solemn, and gently put Shen Xingfeng into the coffin.

He untied a night pearl from his waist and put it in: "Don't be afraid of the dark, Xingfeng."

Long Che came over and handed Yu Xin to Xiao Qihan.

Xiao Qihan took it, his nose was sore.

"Xingfeng, leave Yuxin to me... okay?"

"Forget it, you're bound to be angry."

Xiao Qihan gently placed Yu Xin on Shen Xingfeng's chest.

"If someone bullies you on the road, you beat him with your heart."

He supported the coffin, took a deep look at Shen Xingfeng for the last time, and turned around: "Close the coffin."

Both Gu Shishi and Long Che pushed up the coffin lid little by little with tears streaming down their faces.

The coffin lid blocked the bright sun and submerged Shen Xingfeng's face inch by inch in the darkness.

Gu Shishi took a deep breath, turned his head and asked Xiao Qihan, "Where is the burial?"