Can't sleep.
Chi Xiaochi put on his clothes, lit a candle, and did not forget to wrap his husband in a fur cloak, for fear that he would catch a cold.
Hearing him talk about the dream in detail, Lou Ying frowned: "Do you think about it? Or is Shi Tingyun trying to remind us of something?"
Chi Xiaochi said, "No matter what the situation is, one thing has to be done now."
He said, "Write a book."
Lou Ying answered: "Go to Zhennanguan."
Chi Xiaochi raised his eyebrows at Lou Ying and called out, "A Ling! A Shu!"
"Zhennanguan?"
After Ashu, who was taking a nap outside, was called in, he was in a drowsy state. When he heard this, he immediately became more energetic: "But what happened to the general?"
Chi Xiaochi said: "It's good to live a happy life for a month or two. I'm so tired all day long. I had a dream tonight. When I woke up, I missed my father, so I wanted to go to Zhennanguan to accompany my father. , do your best with filial piety.”
Hearing that there was no war, Ashu seemed to be relieved and sighed: "Young Master, why do you bring this up again? You came back from Zhennanguan last time, and you were all injured. The injury on your leg will take a long time to heal. If you are sick, you will be afraid of people when you look at it. Ashu is looking forward to the safety of the frontier forever, you can stay at home every day, do less things like dancing knives and guns, hire a young lady as soon as possible, and spread the branches…”
Ashu's nagging made Chi Xiaochi heartburn.
"Okay, okay, I know that I'm the only hope in our village." Chi Xiaochi smiled, "Please, Lord Ashu, polish the ink for me, and I'll hand over the book tomorrow morning."
Ashu: "..." Alas.
"Why are you on duty at night?" Chi Xiaochi asked casually, "Where is A Ling?"
Ashu walked to the desk, took the ink stick, poured water into the inkstone, and after grinding the inkstone, he took the empty book, and stood by: "According to the rules, I will return to the house before the curfew. A-Ling was there in the first half of the night, and I saw that he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, so I told him to rest first, and I would wait for the young master in the second half of the night."
Chi Xiaochi said: "You don't have to wait here, I have to discuss the memorial with the son-in-law."
Ah Shu responded, came to the bedside, and helped the son-in-law out of the bed.
Chi Xiaochi spread out the book and asked behind him, "Ashu, how is your sister?"
Ah Shu seemed to be thinking about his own thoughts, and he was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, before he smiled: "Thanks to your son, Ah Qing is all right. He has grown a lot taller recently, and his needlework is much better than it was a month ago. She always said that she wanted to follow the traditions of the southern border and make a blessing for the son, wear it, and make it invulnerable. I still laugh at her, she and I both entered the customs when we were young, drinking the water of the Central Plains, eating the millet of the Central Plains, and even I haven't seen a few people in the southern border, so why should I act like the southern border..."
Chi Xiaochi said, "She has a heart."
"Young master is so polite." Ah Shu helped Lou Ying to sit down in the wheelchair, "Back then, Ah Qing and his grandfather and grandmother were both afflicted with the epidemic. If it wasn't for your help, Ah Qing would still be alive now. Ah Shu is grateful for your son. Ende, this life belongs to the son, the son can take it anytime he wants."
"Go, go, what do I want your life to do?" Chi Xiaochi said, "Nagging, he is young, he looks like a little old man."
The little old man Ashu smiled shyly, revealing two dimples, and immediately closed the door and left.
The door was closed, and Li Yeshu paced his hands twice in front of the door, as if he had made up his mind.
The Shi family treats their servants kindly, and most of the servants in the inner courtyard live in single houses.
He put on a thicker outer garment, and after hurriedly dressing up, he opened the box under the bed, took out a wooden box, opened it, and there were piles of silver bills inside, which seemed to be a lot of money.
He locked the box with a small lock, walked to the door, stopped for a moment, turned back, and took out another small box from the box, without even having time to look at it, he leaned on the desk on one side, and was in the middle of the inkstone. Can Mo wrote a few lines of strong and beautiful words, folded the paper three times, stuffed it into a small box, locked it together, took the waist badge of the General's Mansion, and went to the back door of the General's Mansion.
Uncle Huang, who was guarding the back door, yawned and opened the door for him: "Ashu, where are you going?"
Li Yeshu lowered his head, held two wooden boxes, one large and one small, and stomped his feet twice as if afraid of the cold: "Young Master asked me to do something."
Li Yeshu was a close associate of the major general, and he was loyal and well-behaved. Uncle Huang did not suspect that he had him, so he let him go out, and he did not forget to remind: "curfew, don't forget to bring your waist card. I will keep the door for you, when will you be return?"
Li Yeshu looked up at the sky and replied, "Before the fourth watch."
After saying that, he hugged the box and disappeared into the night.
As soon as Ah Shu left, Chi Xiaochi turned to ask for advice: "Sir, how do you write the memorial?"
After all, Chi Xiaochi just graduated from high school, and he has never written an application for joining the party.
The rattling sound of the wheelchair came from the bedside.
Chi Xiaochi immediately faced the table, pushed the memorial to one side, and waited for his husband to come into battle in person, preaching and teaching and solving doubts.
Under the shadow of the lamp, a tiger-skin cloak opened, and gently enclosed Chi Xiaochi from behind, like a fish in a net.
A slightly cold hand grabbed his right hand, guiding him to push the memorial back in front of him, and then guiding him to hold the brush.
Lou Ying said in his ear: "I always think that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish."
Chi Xiaochi, who was still thinking about things at first, had no idea what to do. For a while, he was full of thoughts about which is better, braised carp or steamed sea bass.
Lou Ying guided him to write the title, sign, and asked him, "Will it be uncomfortable to hold like this?"
Chi Xiaochi shook his head.
"Don't feel like throwing up?"
Chi Xiaochi shook his head.
Lou Ying's right hand was written with respect to the emperor, and his left hand gently caught his pulse: "His face is okay, but his heartbeat is a little fast."
While doing business, he sighed: "I used to be able to monitor it in real time, but now I can only touch it."
Saying that, he praised Chi Xiaochi: "It's so good."
Finding that Chi Xiaochi was a little breathless, Lou Ying stopped teasing him, just thinking about how cute he is.
He suppressed Chi Xiaochi's pulse with one hand, and with the other hand, the ink words gurgled out from the end of the pen.
It is not difficult for him to imitate, he learned it after a few glances.
The memorial is written very concisely, and the reasons are also found to be fair and upright. When speaking bluntly, Shi Tingyun does not want to waste time and spends his days as a dummy.
If the original owner's dream is true, then the Shijia disaster will begin with the murder.
In a new life, they must at least stay by Shifu's side and save Shifu's life.
After Chi Xiaochi calmed down, he looked at the writing on the paper and saw that he actually mentioned himself in the memorial, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Are you going too?"
Lou Ying rested his chin on Chi Xiaochi's shoulder, and stared at the place where the pen was written: "I have to look at you."
"The border is very hard." Chi Xiaochi moved his body, wanting to ask him to look at himself and think about it, "Besides, the world line is not clear, who knows whether the task target is an inner ghost or someone else. You stay In Wangcheng, you can also help me defend the rear."
"No need." Lou Ying said calmly, "We will get the world line."
Chi Xiaochi: "Sir, is there a way to go back?"
Lou Ying said, "No."
"That… "
"If the mountain can't come, neither can I." Lou Ying said firmly, "but someone will find a way. Don't worry."
On the afternoon of the day when the memorial was handed over, the emperor sent a decree, ordering Shi Tingyun to enter the palace and meet in the imperial study.
Noticing that the emperor had called several princes to come, Chi Xiaochi had three points in his heart, his expression did not change, and he frowned slightly in his heart.
"...Zhennanguan?" After hearing about Shi Tingyun's invitation, Yan Yuanzhao's face changed slightly, "but what is the war?"
The emperor said: "No. It's Tingyun who asked to go to the border. Shiqing has been away all year round. Tingyun's heart is his father, his family and country, and he is pure loyalty and filial piety. It's touching."
Several princes looked at each other and vaguely guessed something.
Some bowed their heads in silence, while others flickered.
It is a supreme honor to go to the military to experience. When the emperor was still a prince, he also served in the Beifu Army for two years during the Taiping period when the frontier was stable. First, he made a lot of military achievements, and secondly, he could understand the suffering of border soldiers. , There is glory on the face of the third, and today the emperor specially called all the princes to come, and his intention is clear.
Yan Yuanzhao hesitated a little, thought for a while, and was about to step out of the queue: "My son..."
Behind him, Yan Yuanheng stepped out and said calmly, "Father, my son is willing to go."
Yan Yuanzhao's steps stiffened, he stood firm, and said with a smile, "Since the thirteenth brother is willing to go, I won't take people's favor."
Having said that, Yan Yuanzhao turned his head and blinked frivolously at Yan Yuanheng.
However, Yan Yuanheng still had the appearance of a well-behaved, white snow and green pine, and his posture was like a bayonet brushed by the snow.
Yan Yuanzhao was boring, turned his head and glanced at Shi Dingyun.
... Don't leave for a while, Sixth Master wants to listen to your explanation.
The emperor saw that Yan Yuanheng went voluntarily, and Long Xin was very happy. He rewarded General Shi with a sword, and ordered Yan Yuanheng to tidy up, and set off after half a month.
Chi Xiaochi said thanks, but he was not at ease.
This is exactly what Chi Xiaochi is worried about.
If the strange dream last night was a real thing, who knows when General Shi will be killed
This matter is imminent, but if he goes to Zhennanguan without the permission of the emperor, with the status of the Shi family, it will inevitably cause some discussion, and the reputation of the Shi family will be damaged.
Now that the opponent's game may have begun, if you want to avoid falling into the trap, you need intelligence, and you need to take the initiative to attack.
Obtaining information is not easy.
In order to avoid criticism, the Shi family is quite clean and seldom contaminates the affairs of the court, let alone cultivates its own power. There are few intelligence networks in Beijing, so if you want to see the whole picture of the incident, in the final analysis, you still need a world line.
Fortunately, Chi Xiaochi never counts on luck. If the world line is the best, if not, look for another way out.
If you take the initiative to attack, who should you start with first
Is it Li Yeshu who went out privately last night, said that it was Chu Ziling who went back to the room to rest but was not actually in the room, Yan Yuanzhao who had a relationship with the original owner with selfish desires, or Yan Yuanheng who took the initiative to ask Ying and was willing to go to the border
In the main god space.
089 was sitting in 023's office, and the light blue light pattern of his brain was projected on the white shirts of the two, creating a circle of ripples like sea water.
089 issued the docking signal for the seventh time, but it still showed that the docking failed.
023 asked him: "Still haven't contacted 61 yet?"
089 put down the communicator and said sadly: "Yeah. Dad is very sad, and he will only contact me when he wants living expenses."
023 has long been surprised by his play, and he lowered his head and pressed the button of the game console, saying, "It's because the signal is not good. Besides, 61 is doing a mission, so you have to pull him and do nothing with you?"
089 condemned: "You don't care about him."
023: "What do I care about him?"
089 sighed: "That's right. I can't help my mother."
023 was expressionless and without raising his head, he kicked out his wheelchair with one foot.
089's eyes were quick and he grabbed his bare ankles. The two wheelchairs slid out together, slammed into the wall twice, and both rolled over.
023 struggled to get up and found that the bird who had played more than 3,000 points hit the wall, and the big "Game Over" was displayed on the screen.
023 was so angry that he kicked 089 when he lifted his foot, 089 patiently grabbed his calf, supported his back, took him into his arms, and put him on the desk: "Okay, okay, Compensate for you. Compensate for you."
023 took the book on the table and threw him: "Who are you coaxing?"
089: "How about I do night shifts for you ten times?"
023 snorted: "Don't even think about it, if you use all your brain to get GV, you can get hundreds of Gs in one night, it's cheap to kill you, think beautifully."
089 said: "Then I will call you back?"
023 threw the game console to him: "3217 points. If you can't get back, don't go out this door today."
089 sighed, picked up the game console, and manipulated the bird to move up and down lightly.
023 asked him to stay here and play games. He went out by himself, took two steps and then turned back. He said fiercely, "What do you want to eat at night?"
089 hurriedly said, "Curry."
023 muttered: "You are beautiful. Curry."
After all, he closed the door and walked towards the supermarket.
Sitting alone in an empty room, 089 hummed songs, played games, and thought about things on her mind.
Last time, when 061 returned to the space, he had obviously used the amulet he gave him.
At that time, he suspected that the "in a few moments" man had moved his hands and feet against 61 and made a stumbling block, but it was not successful.
Therefore, this time, he deliberately kept an eye on it, and began to look for opportunities to contact him after the next mission of 61 began, but the signals sent out were like nothing, and there was no more information.
Seems to be in trouble again.
089 controlled the bird in the game with one hand, stroked the tear mole under his eyes with the other, and slowly thought about how to deal with it.
After half an hour.
When 023 returned to the office with two curries, the office was already empty. 023's game console was lying quietly on the table, and the game screen above showed that it was paused.
3217 points, not a lot, not a lot.
023 picked up the game console, and there was still the man's palm temperature on it.
… Where did he go