A Clash of Gods

Chapter 40: Black Lin

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Duan Canghai was startled at first, as if he was surprised that Yang Ning actually said such elegant words, then he shook his head and said: "The prince misunderstood, let alone the kick, it was just a knife. I have nothing to blame." ." Slowly sat down, looked up at the already dark sky, and murmured: "I'm missing the general. General, he shouldn't... He shouldn't have gone like this. He is a first-class hero, God. It shouldn't be so unfair...!" At this point, tears were already rolling down.

Yang Ning knew that men would not shed tears lightly, and Duan Canghai was a tough guy. Such a man would never shed a single tear until he was heartbroken.

Duan Canghai, Qi Feng and others were obviously heartbroken over the passing of Jin Yihou Qi Jing, which also shows that Jin Yihou did have unparalleled prestige in the hearts of these people.

Yang Ning thought to himself that he knew very little about the Jinyi Hou Mansion. If he wanted to confuse the fake with the truth in the Hou Mansion, he could only know as much as possible. At this time, he was half drunk and half awake in the world. It would be of great benefit to get some information from him. , reached out and patted Duan Canghai's arm gently to express comfort.

Duan Canghai looked at Yang Ning and said: "Master, you... you are a little different today than before!"

Yang Ning's heart tightened, but her expression remained unchanged as she asked, "Why... why is it different?"

"The prince used to...!" Duan Canghai hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "I'm afraid that because of the protection of the general's heroic spirit, the prince was able to escape safely. Now... he understands things again. The general will definitely be happy if he knows."

Yang Ning smiled, knowing that his performance in the mourning hall today surprised these people.

"My father... what happened to my father?" Yang Ning thought for a moment before asking, "Why did he leave?"

Duan Canghai looked gloomy, sighed, and said, "I asked just now that the general died suddenly due to an injury."

"Injury attack?"

Duan Canghai said: "For many years, the general has been guarding the front line. The Huai River front line has been harassed by the Northern Han people almost every year. Although the two sides did not fight any major battles before the Huai River War, local fighting has never stopped. "After a pause, he glanced at Yang Ning, shook his head and said, "That's all, the prince doesn't like to hear this, so I won't be verbose."

"Who says I don't like to hear it?" Yang Ning said with a smile: "Duan...Second Uncle Duan, I suddenly want to know what happened to my father today. You can tell me what you know."

Duan Canghai looked slightly surprised and said: "In the past, when the general's past was mentioned, the prince would ignore it. Why is he so excited today?"

"Today is different from the past." Yang Ning sighed and pretended to be sad: "Father is gone, I... I want to know more."

Duan Canghai nodded slightly, thinking that Qi Jing's death had also greatly stimulated the prince, and felt quite relieved, saying: "The prince naturally knows that the title of Marquis of Jinyi was passed down from the old marquis. At that time, he was the number one military general in Da Chu, and he followed the late emperor on the battlefield, and then he conquered a great land in Da Chu."

Yang Ning thought to himself that the Jinyi Marquis was hereditary. That old Marquis was of course Qi Jing's father and the real prince's grandfather.

"The old Marquis crossed the Huaihe River and captured the two counties of Runan and Shouchun...!" Duan Canghai paused for a moment, as if he felt that the prince would not understand these place names even if he said them. He simply said succinctly: "The old Marquis captured the two counties. The two counties of the Northern Han Dynasty were pierced like a knife. Since then, the Northern Han people have been trying to take it back day and night, but they just can't succeed."

"It seems... grandpa is very good at fighting." Yang Ning said.

Duan Canghai showed a look of awe on his face and said: "That's natural, the tiger father has no dogs. At that time, the general followed the old marquis on the battlefield. After the old marquis died, the Northern Han people took the opportunity to seize the two counties. The situation was critical at that time, and it was the general who was stationed at the front and repelled the Northern Han people, and he became famous all over the world." When he said this, his face was full of pride, and he obviously felt that it was a supreme honor.

"What happened next?" Yang Ning asked.

Duan Canghai said: "Later, the Holy Emperor asked the general to take control of the Huai River. The Northern Han people fought countless times, but every time he came back defeated."

"It seems that the people of the Northern Han Dynasty are really useless." Yang Ning said with a smile: "The knife in his heart cannot be taken away."

Duan Canghai immediately said solemnly: "Sir, although the generals are brave and our Chu soldiers are good at fighting, we must not underestimate the people of the Northern Han Dynasty." There was a strange color in his eyes: "The people under the command of Changling Marquis of the Northern Han Dynasty were There is the Blood Orchid Army, which is also... a brave and formidable army."

"Marquis Changling?" Yang Ning asked curiously, "Is this person very powerful? What kind of army is the Blood Orchid Army?"

Duan Canghai looked serious and said: "When the general was in charge of Huai River, looking at the world, the only one who could compete with the general was Changling Marquis of the Northern Han Dynasty." He sighed lightly: "Beitang Qing, the Marquis of Changling, was one of the best figures in the Northern Han Dynasty. This man is versatile in both civil and military affairs, and the most powerful thing is that he has trained a powerful legion. The armor of this legion is engraved with a red orchid, which looks like it is stained with blood, so it is called the Blood Orchid Army."

"Xuelan Army?" Yang Ning smiled and said, "The name sounds a bit like a woman."

Duan Canghai smiled bitterly and said: "It sounds like a woman, but when it comes to killing people, it is more ferocious than wild beasts. I have Runan and Shouchun in control of Chu. At that time, the general was in Runan, and the Northern Han people suddenly attacked Shouchun. Shouchun was in danger. , the general immediately led the Heilin Battalion to the rescue, but he never expected that Beitang Qing would mobilize his Xuelan Army to ambush and stop...!" After saying this, he did not continue immediately, his expression became extremely sad, and his fists actually He also held it.

Yang Ning couldn't help but ask: "Is Heilin Camp very powerful?"

"Your Majesty, we have seen the corpses outside the ancestral hall before. I said that they were probably done by people from the Black Knife Camp. Do you still remember?" Duan Canghai asked.

Yang Ning nodded and said: "I think you seem to be very afraid of the Black Knife Camp."

"The two strongest troops in our Da Chu are the Black Blade Camp and the Heilin Camp." Duan Canghai said slowly: "I think back then, these two troops were on par with each other in our Da Chu. Every soldier has It is the highest honor to be included in these two military camps." He paused, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Heilin Camp was built by the old Marquis. It is a true iron-blooded army. Although the two battalions are organized There are not many, but they are all powerful in the world."

"Then the Heilin Battalion is also on the front line now?" Yang Ning asked.

"Frontline?" Duan Canghai said with a bitter smile: "The Heilin Camp no longer exists. Back then, the Heilin Camp and the Xuelan Army encountered each other. They fought for three days and two nights. The Heilin Camp was almost completely wiped out, and the Xuelan Army also suffered heavy casualties. ...!" He sighed and said, "The third master also died on the battlefield at that time."

"Third Master?" Yang Ning was startled: "That is... is that my Third Uncle?"

Duan Canghai nodded and said: "It has been ten years. The prince was still young at that time, so he may not remember it very clearly. The third master is the commander of the Heilin Camp, the general's right-hand man, and the pillar of my Da Chu...!" Eye circles Turning red, he sighed: "The third master was in his prime, but he sacrificed his life for the country and died on the battlefield, leaving behind the third wife...!"

Yang Ning was surprised: "You mean, Sanniang is... she is third uncle's...?" She did not continue, but at this moment she finally knew that Gu Qinghan was not the concubine of Jinyi Hou Qi Jing, but the third master of the Qi family who was marrying Ming Matchmaker. Madam, the doubts in my heart were suddenly cleared. It is no wonder that Gu Qinghan did not show his low status in front of Aunt Qiong.

"Speaking of the fate of the third lady...!" Duan Canghai lowered his voice, perhaps because he drank more wine and spoke more, "Over the years, the Hou Mansion has been entirely managed by the third lady. If it were not for the third lady, the Hou Mansion would not be able to survive." It won't be as orderly as it is now." He then said: "Sir, the Third Madam has been taking care of you all these years. You must treat the Third Madam well in the future." Feeling that he should not speak to Yang Ning like this, he smiled awkwardly. He said: "My lord, please don't blame me. I...I drank too much, so I'm just talking nonsense here."

At this time, Yang Ning naturally did not blame Duan Canghai for talking too much. Instead, he asked doubtfully: "Then me... Then my mother...?"

In his heart, he has always been wondering. Since he is the eldest son of Marquis Jinyi, the son's mother is naturally the Marquis's wife. However, the specific director of the Hou Mansion seems to be the third wife Gu Qinghan. After entering the mansion, he has never seen the Marquis. Madam, if Mrs. Marquis is in the mansion, after Gu Qinghan takes him to see Mrs. Hou, he will not fail to take him to see Mrs. Marquis.

It was as if there was no such person in the house.

There was a strange look in Duan Canghai's eyes. He obviously knew what Yang Ning wanted to ask, but he didn't answer. Instead, he stood up and said: "Your Majesty, we...we should go to the mourning hall. Everything has been packed there. Let’s go with the general.”

"Sit down first." Yang Ning pulled Duan Canghai's sleeve and asked him to sit down again, frowning and saying, "Why do you want to leave as soon as I ask my mother?"

Duan Canghai looked strange, looked around, and then lowered his voice and said: "Your Majesty, this matter... Please wait until you are free in the future to ask the Madam. There are rules in the mansion, and no one can mention the Madam. , Actually... Actually, I don’t know anything about the First Madam, and I don’t know if you ask me.”

Yang Ning never expected that Duan Canghai would answer like this.

He was surprised for a moment and didn't understand why the Jinyihou Mansion had such weird rules. Since the eldest lady was the wife of Jinyihou, her status in the Marquis Mansion was naturally very important, and she was naturally higher than Gu Qinghan, but he didn't understand. Why can't it be mentioned in the mansion

This thing is really strange.

"How many years have you been in this house?" Yang Ning asked, "How come you don't know anything about my mother?"

Duan Canghai raised his hand and touched his forehead, and said softly: "After the destruction of the Black Lin Camp, the general transferred me, Qi Feng, and Zhao Wushang back to the capital, and assigned me to serve in the Hou Mansion. It has been quite a few years now. .”

"After the destruction of Heilin Camp?" Yang Ning was startled, "What is the relationship between you guys and Heilin Camp?"

Duan Canghai looked at Yang Ning and said word by word: "The three of us are all from Heilin Camp. I follow the third master and am his deputy general!" There was sadness in his eyes, but there was also something that was difficult to conceal. A look of pride.