"I will just..."
"Just suspecting that I have a relationship with Danzhi?"
"I..."
Han Lingqiu was a silent person, and when Duan Xu hit the nail on the head, he didn't know how to explain it for a moment, so he simply looked up at Duan Xu and said directly, "Yes."
Duan Xu laughed out loud. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, but he was not angry. "I asked Captain Han to investigate the spies, but I didn't expect that I would be the first one to be found. Are you afraid that I have colluded with the Huqi people and are putting on a show here?"
Han Lingqiu's suspicion was not without reason. There was a precedent in the previous dynasty. Decades ago, when the Huqi people were still harassing the border of the Central Plains, a general of the Dasheng Dynasty communicated with the Huqi people and cooperated to stage a drama of a great victory over the Huqi people. That general not only won countless military merits, but also asked the court for money and food, and then distributed benefits to the Huqi people.
Later, the general used the same trick to play a trick on the Huqi people, secretly leaking military information to let them annex the three states. When he was about to appear on the scene to recover the lost land, the Huqi people, who had a big appetite, were no longer satisfied with the money and food he could provide, and marched straight in, eventually leading to the real destruction of the Dasheng Dynasty.
"I don't know, so I would like to ask the general for an answer." Han Lingqiu bowed and said.
Duan Xu looked at Han Lingqiu with a smile on his face for a while, and said, "Why should I answer your questions?"
After a pause, he said, "Captain Han has been keeping a close eye on me. Could it be that he still thinks we knew each other before? I heard that Captain Han escaped from Danzhi to Daliang. I'm afraid he has more connections with Danzhi than I do, right?"
"I don't remember anything about Danzhi..." Han Lingqiu explained hurriedly.
"Since you don't remember, why do you still think I'm your old friend, or maybe an old friend in Danzhi?"
Duan Xu approached Han Lingqiu, raised his chin and looked at him provocatively: "Captain Han, since you can't give an answer, why do you come to ask me for the answer? If I say something that hurts your heart, saying that you came from Danzhi with an unknown background and are likely to be a spy, how will you refute it?"
Han Lingqiu remained silent, and the long scar on his face looked even more gloomy and terrifying in this silence.
At this tense moment, Duan Xu suddenly laughed out loud, and said in a relaxed manner: "You are brave enough to doubt me. Captain Han, I will pretend that I have never heard of what happened today. Don't worry, if Shuozhou City really falls, I will definitely not survive alone."
He took a few steps back, saluted with his fists, then turned and walked away. His round, upturned eyes were shining, and his blue clothes were fluttering like the youthful spirit.
Han Lingqiu's eyes moved slightly, he clearly felt that he had seen such a person somewhere.
This kind of person is too special, there is no reason for him to admit his mistakes.
He Simu thought that she had gotten to know Duan Xu. Although she didn't know who this guy was, he was definitely not the real Duan Xu. If she continued to probe him, she didn't know when it would take. She should find a time to confront him and have a good talk about the business of borrowing the five senses between them.
Is there anyone in this world who is indifferent to the power of the Ghost King? Although she thinks that wealth, fame and fortune are extremely boring, if Duan Xu wants it, she can consider giving it to him, but she can't agree to everything - for example, if he wants to kick down the current emperor of Daliang and take over himself, she won't do it.
But could what Duan Xu want be so ordinary
But during this period of time, Duan Xu was busy like a top, blocking the two attacks of Danzhi, reinforcing the city wall whenever he could, and catching the Danzhi army that wanted to dig a tunnel to attack the city, and suffocated them to death in the tunnel with a fire. It was as if the enemy army was a mole that appeared from nowhere, and he was the Thousand-Handed Guanyin who swatted the mole.
He Simu didn't find any good opportunity, so he could only occasionally wander around him in his spirit form.
When Laba Festival came, the Tabai Army gave plenty of porridge to the people and presented plenty of gifts. The city of Shuozhou seemed like a scene of peace and prosperity.
This joyful atmosphere made He Simu feel as if he was watching a prisoner who was unaware that his death was approaching and was eating his last meal.
When it was midnight, Duan Xu finally finished his work and returned to his bedroom, where he turned on the light and prepared to wash and rest. He didn't see that there was an uninvited guest in the room—He Simu was sitting in his sandalwood chair, looking at the prospective trading partner with interest.
Duan Xu, who always liked to be alone, did not ask anyone to help him change his clothes. The dignified General Tabai did not even have a decent servant.
Under the dim light, Duan Xu took off his armor and coat, and the thin clothes outlined his slender and strong figure. He was not a big and powerful man like Wu Shengliu, but more like Han Lingqiu's agile physique, like a silent snow leopard.
He Simu watched and thought, judging from Duan Xu's previous duel with Wu Shengliu and his performance on the battlefield, his perception should be very sharp and his reaction should be faster than that of ordinary people.
—His perception is top-notch among mortals, so it would be nice to borrow it to experience it.
Before Duan Xu came back, He Simu had already walked around his room and saw that the small painting between his books was signed with his name, and there was a flute standing next to the shelf.
Feng Yi said that in Nandu, Duan Xu's skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting were also well-known, so it seemed that this could not be fake, and Duan Xu was not color-blind or music-blind.
He Simu seriously assessed Duan Xu's five senses, but there were only a few mortals in the world who could withstand the curse she swore. She had only met a Duan Xu once in three hundred years, and even if he was indeed color-blind and music-blind, she couldn't make a deal with him.
While she was thinking, Duan Xu in front of her had already started to take off his underwear. The light-colored underwear fell to his arms, revealing his fair skin, smooth muscle lines - and criss-crossing scars, which made his skin look like ice-cracked white porcelain.
These scars were in severe locations but lighter in color, and appeared to be old injuries.
He Simu thought, but Duan Xu is only 19 years old now, how old can he be? Six or seven years old
What did this little general do when he was a child
When the clothes fell to Duan Xu's waist, He Simu suddenly saw a scar on his waist, as if something had been branded with an iron and then ironed flat again. Just as she wanted to take a closer look, Duan Xu suddenly picked up the fallen clothes, and the scar was covered again.
He raised his eyes and looked around the empty room, frowned and whispered, "Strange."
He Simu stood less than three feet in front of him, waiting for him to continue taking off his clothes.
Her father was very good at dissecting the human body. When she was young, she followed her father and saw countless naked bodies, so she was no longer surprised.
But Duan Xu slowly put on his underwear, and checked the doors and windows with a puzzled look on his face. It was obvious that he felt someone was watching him.
In fact, no one is watching, but ghosts are watching.
He Simu saw that Duan Xu didn't even take a bath, put on his underwear tightly and properly, walked to the bed and lay down to rest - the quilt was also wrapped tightly, not a single bit of his body was exposed.
This young general is quite vigilant.
He Simu passed through the wall and left his bedroom, thinking that the reason why he liked to be alone was probably because his senses were too sensitive and he would be nervous when there were people around him.
All in all, I am qualified to be her curse-taker.
Duan Xu did not sleep well on the night of Laba Festival. He always had a strange feeling before going to bed, as if there was an overpowering force around him that made him unable to breathe. Because his intuition had been very accurate over the years, he was in a state of tension that could not relax all night.
This kind of tension was something he hadn't felt since he was fourteen.
So the next day, Duan Xu was not in good spirits and appeared in the military camp with two dark circles under his eyes. Wu Shengliu burst into laughter when he saw Duan Xu, walked up to him with his head held high, and said, "General, after all, you are young, and you will be afraid of big things and can't sleep. Don't worry, I, Wu Shengliu, will lead the charge today, and it will be safe."
Wu Shengliu was used to being suppressed by Duan Xu, and finally found an opportunity to show off his power in front of him. The question "Will this work?" from a few days ago turned into "It's foolproof" today.
The second day of Laba Festival was the day they planned to rob food from the hidden mountain roads.
Duan Xu raised his listless eyes and looked at Wu Shengliu. Although his sleepless night had nothing to do with today's food robbery, he still smiled and said, "That's right. After all, this is a matter of life and death. If there is no cowardice, how can there be courage?"
Just when Wu Shengliu had gained an advantage and was about to continue to show off his power, Duan Xu placed his hand on his shoulder and said earnestly, "So, General Wu, you have to stay in the city."
"What do you mean? Don't you trust me, Wu Shengliu?" Wu Shengliu was angry.
"If I can't come back, you can lead the overall situation in the city. I will be relieved if Tabai obeys you. I have already written a letter to General Qin to inform him of the situation in the city. If the situation on the battlefield in Yuzhou eases, he will find a way to send troops to rescue Tabai."
Wu Shengliu was stunned for a moment. He looked at Duan Xu, then at Meng Wan, and said with some difficulty: "Then... why don't you stay in the city and let us rob the food."
Duan Xu was silent for a moment. He patted Wu Shengliu on the shoulder and said with a smile, "If we can't rob the food and I'm still in the city, will General Qin still save Tabai?"
"We all work for Daliang, so why wouldn't Marshal Qin save us?" Wu Shengliu was puzzled.
"He will naturally save your Tabai, but he won't save mine. General Wu, listen to me. Don't think of becoming a Beijing official with your temper. The party struggles are really intense nowadays. If you go, you will fall into the frying pan."
Duan Xu turned around to get his helmet. Wu Shengliu could not see his expression, but only heard his sigh: "In this frying pan, our own people are more eager for you to die than the enemies on the north bank."
His tone sounded like a joke, neither true nor false.
General Wu Lang was stunned, and felt that he was suppressed by this young boy again. However, the words from this boy were so profound and sad that he could not reply for a while.
He saw Duan Xu ordering Han Lingqiu and his eight hundred men to leave the tent with a calm expression. He suddenly thought that this was a boy under twenty years old, nearly ten years younger than him.
Why the hell does he feel like he's being protected by this guy