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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 10"

weight="151857"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

mode = "manual"

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Let me tell you, I'm on the road first. Fortunately, this official man is reasonable and considerate to his subordinates. He came over to talk to you and let you rest assured. "

The old woman was even more excited when she heard the words. She was so grateful that she almost knelt on the ground again. Yan Changqing hurriedly helped her up, took a look at Helian Rongchuan, and said, "Mother-in-law, your son, but has his leg disabled?"

The old woman froze for a moment, her mouth trembled, and her gray eyes pleaded: "Yes... yes, but the official can rest assured that it's all well, it's no different from a normal person, no difference!"

Yan Changqing said, "Do you know who hurt his leg?"

The old woman said: "I know, it's a famous general on the battlefield."

Yan Changqing let out a soft "Oh", lowered his black eyes and fell silent.

The old woman said to herself: "My son is very brave on the battlefield, but the general is too powerful, and my son can't beat him after all, so he was caught. But I don't want to realize that the general is kind, even though he is hurt. Got him a leg, but let him go after all."

Yan Changqing thought he had heard it wrong: "Good-hearted?"

The old woman nodded and said: "My son has a strong temper, and always wants to be a hero and die in the battle, so I hate the general from now on, I hate why he didn't give him a happy life, and let him die with great vigor. His name goes down in history, but he became a captured man."

"But you think, every year there is a war, so many people die, and they dig a big hole and bury them together. How many people know their names? My son wants to be a hero. But as a mother, I only want my own child. Live. The general could kill my son with a single sword, but he let him come back. This is not kind, what is it? Although he hurt my son's leg. But I am actually very grateful to him."

Yan Changqing nodded stiffly, but couldn't say anything.

After leaving the wooden house, Yan Changqing did not want to lead the horse. He raised his head and looked at the steep Baiya Mountain that was not far away. Only one spot could be seen at Baiya Village on the top of the mountain, and it was still smoking black.

The darkness, blood and sordidness of the stockade seemed to be really far away from this old woman.

Yan Changqing suddenly wanted to walk, and Helian Rongchuan followed him. The two of them were silent all the way, only to hear the birdsong of the mountains and forests, and the gurgling of the stream.

I don't know how long walked, and walked to a bay of calm blue lake water. Yan Changqing finally stopped. He turned around and said:

"That mother-in-law is actually Da Yan's mother, right?"

"You brought me over because you wanted to act out the show, to fulfill that mother-in-law's thoughts, and to untie my heart knot, didn't you?"

It's almost the tone of the statement. Helian Rongchuan lowered his head and laughed softly, but did not answer. He stretched out his hand to pick up a stone, and threw it flat across the lake. Several waterbirds flew up in shock, causing ripples on the surface of the lake.

"I just met this mother-in-law in the battle against Baiyazhai that day. After hearing her tell a very interesting story, I want you to hear it too. As for whose mother she is, I don't know."

Yan Changqing glanced at him quietly and was silent. After a long time, he sighed and said softly: "Thank you."

Helian Rongchuan looked at Yan Changqing silently, without making fun of him. He knew that the young general who looked like a god with majestic appearance to outsiders was quietly and very carefully revealing the softness of the armor.

A blast of power came, blowing Yan Changqing's long hair, which was tied like black satin, to a mess. The surroundings are extremely quiet.

"In fact, I have been thinking about what is the best destination for those soldiers on the battlefield who would rather die than surrender."

The year he met Da Yan, he was only seventeen years old. Especially for those enemies who knew their way to a dead end, but still refused to give in, after all, they still brought a bit of youthful soft and simple mind. It wasn't until later that he slowly honed for a long time before he realized that

"The real warrior should die on the battlefield. Instead of stealing a living." Yan Changqing looked at the calm lake, with black eyes reflecting the sparkling lake water, and said: "So, even though Da Yan did a lot of bad things, I I always thought that at the beginning of this story, it was me who was wrong."

It was he who destroyed a hero with his own hands and pushed him to hell.

A gust of wind hit Yan Changqing's forehead and the strands of broken hair were blown a little messy, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

"But you see, that old woman is actually very grateful to you. She doesn't blame you."

Helian Rongchuan said softly: "I visited the mountains, rivers and Daze when I was young. I passed by an academy. Although it was destroyed by the war, the couplet is very well preserved. Do you know what is written on it?"

Helian Rongchuan said: "The couplet writes that right and wrong are judged to oneself, reputation is to others, gains and losses are settled in numbers. Probably it means that right and wrong, just to live up to the original intention, as for praise and derogation, all follow. He is going. You and I are not gods. Your whole life is only a few decades. Whatever you want, you can do it happily. As for the result, it can only be handed over to Tianding. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, just ask for a clear conscience, others Yes, he wants to be good or bad, what does he have to do with you?"

The sun was about to set, and the warm golden light obliquely reflected the distant mountains and the weeping willow lake nearby. It seemed that everything was covered with a soft, fluffy light edge.

Is it right or wrong to judge oneself, to ruin reputation and to hear others, gains and losses can be settled in numbers?

There was a very soft sigh with a somewhat relieved sigh.

Against the light, Yan Changqing looked at Helian Rongchuan's sharply contoured face, and suddenly felt a little hairy in his heart.

Yan Changqing paused, turning his face to not look at Helian Rongchuan's dark brown eyes.

"Helian Rongchuan", this is the first time Yan Changqing directly said this name. His voice is very soft, but Helian Rongchuan can hear it clearly.

"Thank you."

Qianli Jiao Lu 1

The Harem of Yan Kingdom. Jiaolan Temple.

late at night.

The scent of soothing fragrance wafts faintly in the three-legged incense burner with unicorn patterns. It's April, and it's still a bit cool when the wind blows at night. Xue Zhaoyi turned over cautiously, for fear that it would disturb Emperor Yan and Murong Xiu next to him.

There were many rules during the day, and Xue Zhaoyi lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. Xue Zhaoyi was looking at Murongxiu's sleeping face, and the corners of her eyebrows were filled with joy.

The emperor in front of him is a young man, but he has a depth that does not belong to his age. Thin lips, deep eye sockets are always tinged with a faint black cyan, and even in his sleep, the eyebrows that are slightly tight, make his face appear a bit of a shame that can't be dispelled. .

Xue Zhaoyi still remembered that the first time he met Murongxiu was on the royal hunting ground. She is the eldest lady from the second-grade Yushi doctor Xue Zheng's house. On a whim, she clamored to go to the man's hunting ground to join in the fun. Xue Yushi didn't know the pearl in his palm from childhood to grandeur, so he dared to think about it and asked her to pretend to be a man, a black martial arts suit with a waist and narrow sleeves, and a simple bundle of black satin-like long hair. Sneaked into the paddock. Who knew she was dressed up, Murong Xiu stared at her as soon as she entered. Doctor Imperial Censor pulled his daughter on her knees with trembling trembling, waiting for the wrath of the emperor, but unexpectedly, what was waiting was an imperial decree to be enshrined in the palace.

Before entering the palace, Xue Zhaoyi had heard that this long live master was full of mind and was very indifferent to the concubine. But didn't expect that as soon as she entered the palace, she would be in love with her, no matter how extraordinary the request was, Long Live Lord agreed without blinking. The only strange thing is that she likes pink, daisy, and colorful clothes, but in private, Murongxiu always orders her to wear that black men's clothing to make her love.

I don't know why?

Xue Zhaoyi was thinking wildly, but heard the door of the sleeping hall opened with a soft "squeak".

The great eunuch Liu Quan bowed himself and knelt down in front of the bed cautiously. Leaning in Murongxiu's ear and saying a few words, Xue Zhaoyi pretended to sleep and listened curiously, but the eunuch's voice was too small to hear anything.

Only felt that Murong Xiu lifted the quilt, a little anxiously got off the bed and walked to the front hall.

Could something big happened on the front line? Xue Zhaoyi thought about it quietly. She has been accustomed to being arrogant and pampered by her father since she was a child, and she has become more courageous. She lightly stepped on the couch, leaning on her toes behind the carved sandalwood screen, peering through the gap.

"In Yaocheng..."

"Nan Yao..."

"... solved the Gu..."

She was too far away, and for a long time she could only vaguely hear the words intermittently spoken by the eunuch Liu Quan under her throat, and could not hear any clues. While talking, Liu Quan respectfully held something wrapped in brocade and silk with both hands and presented it to Murong Xiu.

Xue Zhaoyi squinted, trying hard to see clearly.

The brocade was heavily uncovered, and what was carefully wrapped in it turned out to be a black jade hairpin broken in two.

Xue Zhaoyi couldn't help but wait. In the middle of the night, this Liu Quan was guilty of ambition? Waking Long Live Lord just to see this humble ink jade hairpin?

If you look closely, you can't see anything special about the hairpin. Although it's lustrous and transparent, it's not rare. The shape is simple and unpretentious. The only special thing is that the hairpin has a little dry black and red on it.

is blood?

Murong Xiu said nothing, under the shadowy candlelight, for an instant, Xue Zhaoyi thought he had read it wrong.

She had never seen Murong Xiu's distorted face before.

It was an angry face, and there was even a trace of hard work suppressed... jealousy.

Yes, it is jealous.

Xue Zhaoyi stared at the black jade hairpin, feeling a little uneasy inexplicably.

Dignified Emperor Yan, what else can he not get?

Who will he be jealous of?

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Border, Jiaolu River.

As the sun sets, the surface of the river that is not wide is shimmering. Twenty cargo ships with a deep draft are moving steadily on the river in neat rows. Here is the border between Dongyun and Yan, the waterways crisscross, and the two countries have always been in peace, so there is a lot of trade. You can't see the heads on both sides of the river. They are all shops with white walls and black tiles. Rows of red backgrounds and black letters are blowing in the river breeze, like the shampoo of a spring girl. Thoughts just around the corner.

A few little guards squatted at the stern of the boat, staring at the shopkeepers' slogans, holding their fingers together, and counting them one by one: "This one sells preserves, these two sell braised meat, you see that there are many braised hoofs. Fat, tut—hey look, look, this one sells shochu! The girl at the door looks really watery..."

The more looked at me, the more drooling would flow. But no amount of saliva was useless. Several little guards secretly glanced at the tall and thin backs standing motionless at the stern of the cargo ship. Several people couldn't help but frown and sighed together.

Alas...their generals always keep their waists so straight, and always treat them so tightly.

After finally receiving this precious snow-hardening stone, and loading twenty boats full of Dangdang, I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but I didn't expect the general to manage it more strictly. You are not allowed to get off the boat to buy, you are not allowed to talk with unrelated people, you are not allowed to indulge in alcohol, and even if you see a beautiful girl along the coast blowing a whistle, you have to be punished if you are caught.

The little guards didn't dare to be angry or even speak. They only dared to poke and wonder. This general, who was obviously as young as them, had a pretty face with a pretty girl who was a pretty girl, but his personality was not so good. How is it like an 80-year-old old-fashioned, two-thousand-year-old iceberg?

The guard A Jing squatted and fiddled with the iron stove for cooking, while whispering quietly: "Look at our general, is it a bit unhappy these past few days?"

Another fat guard said disapprovingly: "Our general has a stern face all day long. Where do you see if he is happy or unhappy?"

A Jing scratched the back of his head: "After the Dongyun man left, don't you think?"

The fat guard's eyes had already floated to the colorful shops on the shore, and he said vaguely: "Hey, you say yes."

As the night darkened, the merchants on both sides of the river lit up their red lanterns, and the two sides of the river also reflected a red light. However, the twenty cargo ships did not plan to dock and rest, and they were still steadily moving forward quickly in the dark. Gradually, the residents on both sides of the strait are getting sparser, but the reeds as tall as one person are getting denser.

Away from the sound of people, only the sound of the oars splashing in the water can be heard.

Yan Changqing still held his hands behind his back, standing quietly at the stern of the last cargo ship. The tall and thin back, meticulous, and cold temperament, the whole person is like a long sword that has just been bladed, waiting to be unsheathed.

Even though he had successfully received the Snow Quenching Stone, but hadn't set foot on the land of the capital, Yan Changqing still did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. Especially after getting the Snow Quenching Stone, their team is like a shining fat sheep walking in the middle of the night road. You never know at which moment, the darkness will suddenly show the bloody claws of beasts.

Milky white mist gradually formed on the surface of the river. Yan Changqing narrowed his eyes and looked at the distant ship, a sharp light flashed in his black glass-like eyes.

There was a long and narrow boat, passing through the vast fog, and approaching him at a very fast speed. There was neither cargo nor people on board.

By no means an ordinary ship.

Yan Changqing frowned, slowly withdrew his left foot a step, and gently stroked the hilt of the sword on his waist.

The swords waited to be unsheathed.

"Boom."

With a soft sound, the bow of the boat lightly touched the stern of the large cargo ship. A dark figure suddenly turned up from the boat. Yan Changqing tightened his lips, took a step back, and the two swords were unsheathed——

But saw that the man didn't dodge or dodge, and his toes lightly touched the surface of the water, his clothes fluttered, and he fell behind Yan Changqing quite coolly and calmly.

"Tsk tusk tusk, what's the face of Master Yan?"

Helian Rongchuan put his arms around his chest, smiled and looked at Yan Changqing's somewhat stiff back:

"I have been apart for more than two days, Master Yan thinks I never?"

Yan Changqing turned around unnaturally, the expression on his face seemed to have seen a ghost.

The snow quenching stone has been handed over the day before yesterday, this person should have returned to them Dongyun long ago, how could he be here? !

Qianlijiao Lu 2

Helian Rongchuan sat on the side of the ship as he knew it, dangling his long legs, and explained to himself: "This area is nothing to do. The water bandits are like dragons in the waves. I want to go, worrying that your twenty boats will become fat sheep in the eyes of the water bandit, so I came back here to protect you for a while."

Seeing Yan Changqing coldly and not looking at him, Helian Rongchuan was not angry. He stretched out his hand to fold a slender reed across the ship's side and continued: "After all, I don’t play the name of Dongyun Helian. When I saw him, I had to kneel down and slap his head three times. It is much harder than your little merchant’s pseudonym, don’t you think?"

Helian Rongchuan said triumphantly for a long time. When he raised his head, he saw that Yan Changqing was standing back to the stern for some unknown time. With a cold back, he almost put the word "Refusal" on his back.

This person... really has a bad temper.

In the moonlight, the man stood erect in a black martial arts suit, waist and narrow sleeves, and the neckline was meticulous. His neck and profile became as white as snow. Helian Rongchuan felt bad thoughts again, walked over to hold the reed, and lightly poked him in the neck.

Yan Changqing frowned slightly, looked straight ahead, and said, "What else is your Highness?"

Helian Rongchuan smiled without answering, and continued to poke his neck gently.

Yan Changqing curled his fingers slightly, but his face was as usual, stepped aside two steps, and didn't intend to pay attention to him.

Hey, this man is not ticklish?

Helian Rongchuan raised his eyebrows, quietly leaned to Yan Changqing's ear, and sighed lightly at him.

Yan Changqing's eyebrows trembled, and finally withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Helian Rongchuan, and said, "What the hell is your Highness?"

Helian Rongchuan smiled and patted his abdomen: "In order to chase you, this king rushed for almost two days every day and night, and he was hungry because he hadn't entered."

Yan Changqing:...

The little guards had no choice but to start cooking on the stove on the other side of the boat again, putting vegetables in the pot and cooking rice. The food slid into the oil pan with a stab, the vegetables and