Shi Tingyun said goodbye on the grounds of military affairs.
Yan Yuanheng brought Yan Yuanzhao into his army tent and instructed Renqing to prepare the drink, the two brothers were speechless for a while.
Yan Yuanzhao was already accustomed to this saw-billed gourd, and he walked around the tent with his hands behind his back.
Although hopeless, he was habitually trying to have some fun here.
Unexpectedly, he really found a rare item.
In the corner of the tent, an earthen pond was dug, filled with clean water, and three small river turtles the size of a palm were raised. Two black and one yellow, two black ones were fluttering in the water, so leisurely, one yellow one climbed up to the shore. It didn't seem to be very afraid of strangers, and was looking at each other with Yan Yuanzhao curiously.
Yan Yuanzhao looked at Rare, squatted down, and gently stroked its chin with his knuckles.
The little turtle was very quiet, holding his little head up for him to play with.
Yan Yuanzhao asked, "What is this?"
Yan Yuanheng: "Turtle."
Yan Yuanzhao: "I haven't seen a turtle yet? I haven't seen a turtle run, I've seen turtle soup. I mean, why do you keep turtles here?"
"As usual."
Yan Yuanheng deliberately took the word "Suchang" very seriously.
Yan Yuanzhao laughed hard: "Okay, Tingyun is a good gift. If you don't raise it well, you can give it to you. If you keep it well, it will give it to you."
Yan Yuanheng: "..."
Yan Yuanzhao held the little yellow turtle, which was not afraid of people, in the palm of his hand, while Yan Yuanheng sat drinking tea.
Yan Yuanzhao was having fun, and said happily: "It's very similar to you, but I can't speak."
... Yan Yuanheng felt that his sixth emperor brother was not very good at speaking.
He put down the tea cup and walked to Yan Yuanzhao's side.
Yan Yuanzhao teased the turtle, and only gave his brother a slanted eye.
Yan Yuanheng coughed lightly: "Brother Six Emperors. Does Su Chang often write to you?"
Yan Yuanzhao didn't lift his head: "Ah. How?"
Yan Yuanheng: "Nothing."
Yan Yuanzhao got along well with the little yellow turtle, took him back to his seat and teased it, and even tried to feed it drinking. After being stopped by Yan Yuanheng, he brought some fresh fish to feed.
Yan Yuanheng endured for a while and asked, "...What did you say in the letter?"
Yan Yuanzhao replied: "What is the state of the border battle, how is your body, is he still alive. Otherwise, what else can you say?"
Yan Yuanheng lowered his eyelashes and said "um", his mood was neither good nor bad.
Over there, Yan Yuanzhao paused and picked up a small piece of fish: "...I talk about you occasionally."
Yan Yuanheng pricked up his ears.
Yan Yuanzhao didn't say anything: "That's all."
Yan Yuanheng said disappointedly: "... um."
The two brothers were silent for a while.
After Yan Yuanheng considered the words, he tried to break the silence: "When the Sixth Brother Brothers often have correspondence with each other, I know that Yuanheng will be heard. Yuanheng should also write a letter to inform the several Emperor Brothers that they are safe..."
"No, for the sake of you and me, the thirteenth brother should not bother." Yan Yuanzhao didn't give Yan Yuanheng face, "I want to know how the communication with you is. I ask you a question, and you can answer me. Thank you, we have nothing but politeness left in the letter. I don't know you yet, and you are the most boring."
The two brothers fell into the cold again.
Asked and asked, but failed to ask what he really wanted to ask.
Yan Yuanheng couldn't hold back, and finally made up his mind to stop going around in circles: "...What did Su Chang say about me in the letter?"
Yan Yuanzhao picked up the little yellow turtle and sighed, feeling bored.
Let's go find Tingyun.
This stuffy gourd obviously has nothing to say, and he can't talk about flowers even if he bites his teeth.
He didn't have the leisure to play brother and brother Gong with Yan Yuanheng.
He got up: "He said that Yan Yuanheng always charged forward whenever there was a war."
Yan Yuanheng nodded, his heart was filled with uncontrollable joy.
Seeing his appearance in the corner of the light, Yan Yuanzhao couldn't help but feel restless in his heart.
He stretched out his hand to support the hair crown and said: "He also said that Yan Yuanheng had the heart to serve the country, ordered a hundred cavalry and light cavalry, chased Pasha at night, beheaded and returned, became famous in the army, and loved by the audience. But in his opinion, it is nothing more than The child is self-confident in martial arts, and he is brave and rash, but he doesn't know what to do."
Yan Yuanheng was startled when he heard that the taste was not right.
It's not like Shi Tingyun would say this.
Yan Yuanzhao took two steps with his back to him, and stopped in front of the tent: "He said, he wants you to make achievements, and he wants you to be greedy for life and fear of death. May you be the pillar of the country, not a hero after death."
Yan Yuanheng's thoughts turned sharply, and after trying to understand who wanted to say this to him, he felt a slight heat in his chest.
He bowed deeply: "Brother Thirteen knows. Thank you, Brother Liuhuang."
Yan Yuanzhao waved his hand uncomfortably.
Brother and brother Gong's set is really not suitable for him.
When he was about to leave the tent, Yan Yuanheng stopped him from behind again: "Brother Liuhuang, that little turtle was always sent to me."
Yan Yuanzhao: "..."
He just doesn't like Yan Yuanheng's straight-forward temperament!
Yan Yuanzhao said indignantly: "Playing with a turtle of yours is not stewing soup, how can you be so stingy."
Yan Yuanheng said seriously: "This thing is my reward for killing Pasha, and Su Chang went to Jiangzhong to catch it for me."
Yan Yuanzhao: "..."
He held up the tortoise incredulously, met those round red eyes, and said in amazement, "You risked your life to kill Pasha, and when Shi Tingyun caught three bastards for you, is it a reward?"
Yan Yuanheng: "Well. I like it very much."
Yan Yuanzhao was about to put down the little yellow turtle when he heard the words, his expression changed slightly.
He thought of the question he had asked him when he played against Shi Tingyun at the Wangcheng General Mansion.
"... Sixth Master wants you to be accurate, do you have the habit of breaking your sleeves?"
At that time, Shi Tingyun didn't say anything and didn't answer directly, but looking at his expression, it was obvious that he belonged to his heart.
Seeing Yan Yuanheng this time, Yan Yuanzhao also felt that his situation was a little different from the past.
Thinking of this, he felt a little bad, so he simply stopped walking out, went back and forth, took a seat in the main seat, and raised his glass: "Let me taste the taste of this southern border liquor."
Yan Yuanheng picked up the little yellow turtle, put it into the pool, and let it go to find its other two playmates.
Yan Yuanzhao took two sips of wine, supported Yi with one hand, and played with the wine glass with one hand, as if he had no intention of saying: "… Thirteenth brother, what do you think of these days of border crossing with Tingyun?"
…
When Chi Xiaochi entered Lou Ying's tent, Lou Ying was already in a wheelchair, smoothing out the crumpled book page by page.
Seeing him enter, Lou Ying put the book aside naturally, and then patted the armrest of the chair beside him: "Sit here."
Chi Xiaochi sat down: "Sir, I'm chatting over there."
Lou Ying said, "I called you here to talk about Chu Ziling."
Chi Xiaochi thoughtfully: "Oh—"
Lou Ying smiled: "Oh what."
Chi Xiaochi said solemnly, "Practice bel canto."
Lou Ying coughed: "... Chu Ziling."
Chi Xiaochi put the topic back on the right track seriously: "Chu Ziling Chu Ziling."
Chu Ziling's life is quite difficult now.
But his remorse was still below 10 points.
The death of Pasha and Wu Yichun undoubtedly hurt his vitality, but in his heart, Aisha was not dead yet.
Taking 10,000 steps back, even if he learned of Aisha's death, for Chu Ziling, he just lost a few puppets who could be manipulated. There are not a few people who know that he is an undercover agent in the southern border. He still has a lot to do, why bother Desperate regret
Chi Xiaochi muttered to himself: "It's been two months, 'that person' should be doing something."
Lou Ying said: "Since he is not dead, he will always come. It's just that he has been dealing with the Beifu army for the past two months. He heard that he was hit with a shot and lost an eye. It was probably because of his injury that he came late. ."
Chi Xiaochi said, "I hope he will do it as soon as possible. The boyish heart of the Thirteenth Prince has been out of control recently, but I may not be able to hold him."
Lou Ying: "I can help you with this."
Chi Xiaochi moved closer on purpose: "How can you help me? Tell me to come back quickly when I encounter something? What if I don't come back?"
Recently, he feels that he is not very afraid of Lou Ying anymore, and sometimes he can play a few jokes with him.
Lou Ying looked directly into his eyes, tapped his fingertips on the armrest of the wheelchair twice, and said softly and firmly, "If you didn't come back just now, I'll pick you up."
Chi Xiaochi: "…"
His eyelashes drooped, he turned in and acknowledged his counsel like the wind, obediently retracted back into the chair, and drank water with a mug in his hand.
I don't know if it was because of Yan Ling, after the two sat facing each other for a while, a pro-military messenger hurried over and handed a letter.
The envelope is very thick, and there are at least dozens of sheets of paper in it.
Chi Xiaochi thought it was something related to the war, but when he opened it, he just glanced at it, and light flashed in his eyes.
Lou Ying carefully recognized the light in his eyes, and followed it in his heart.
He asked, "… here?"
After Chi Xiaochi flipped through the letter, he threw it on the ground and said, "Yes, it's finally here."
He pushed Lou Ying's wheelchair to a safe area, grabbed the half-drinked tea cup, and reminded Lou Ying, "cooperate and block your ears."
Lou Ying: "... eh?"
Chi Xiaochi said, "I'm going to lose my temper."
After Lou Ying blocked his ears, Chi Xiaochi kicked up, kicked over the armchair he was sitting on, picked up the teacup and threw it on the ground, smashing the teacup to pieces.
The sound was so loud that it could be heard by ten military tents.
Hearing the movement inside, there was a moment of silence outside.
After a while, Yan Yuanheng opened the military tent and hurried in: "What happened?"
Chi Xiaochi didn't answer, bit his lips white, and knocked down the table without saying a word.
Yan Yuanzhao followed Yan Yuanheng into the tent. Seeing the chaos in the place, he kept calm. He first signaled his entourage to push back the soldiers who heard the noise nearby. Then he closed the tent and frowned, "What are you making a fuss about?"
Yan Yuanheng noticed the stack of letters lying on the ground, leaned over to pick it up, and turned it over.
The more he turned, the more ugly his expression became.
Those letters are clearly secret letters to report the military situation to Southern Xinjiang!
Some papers are new, some are old. Although there is no date on the letter, according to the content, the earliest secret letter is the Battle of the Two Cities seven years ago.
That battle was a sure-fire surprise.
However, the Southern Border Army in Shuangcheng had long been prepared, and laid fire and thunder outside the city, which severely damaged the Beifu Army. Shi Jinghong was shot in the shoulder and almost died in the chaos.
In the earliest letter, the surprise attack strategy was described in great detail, and it was even pointed out that the Beifu army would attack from the south of the city.
Yan Yuanzhao saw that they all looked so ugly, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious. After he grabbed it and turned two pages, he was shocked and angry: "...Tingyun, isn't this your word?"
"This is not normal." Yan Yuanheng's face was heavy, "The structure and the style of the pen are exactly the same, but it was never written by one person. When Suchang writes, there are always some unusual little habits, such as when writing the word 'Zhi', the top point At the end it will be mentioned a little bit up…”
Yan Yuanzhao asked, "Who sent these letters?"
Yan Yuanheng took out the top piece of letter paper: "This package of letters should have been sent from the main business. General Shi Jinghong has read it, and the attached letter says that these letters are from a Nan who came to discuss the truce. The Xinjiang special envoy personally sent it, and frankly, they have a meticulous work placed inside the Central Plains army... The name is Chu Ziling."
Yan Yuanzhao sucked in a breath of cold air and turned to look at Shi Tingyun.
Shi Tingyun's shoulders were trembling, and his fingers seemed to be itchy from the fire of the heart, and they curled up and down and spasmed.
Yan Yuanheng got closer to Shi Tingyun and raised his hand to grab his sleeve, but he lowered his hand and stood beside him.
He thought that if he couldn't stand anymore, if he stood closer, he would be able to hug him faster.
Thinking like this, Yan Yuanheng handed Shi Jinghong's handwritten letter to Yan Yuanzhao and asked him to take a look: "Now that special envoy is detained in the main office. People also say that he came to the peace talks with sincerity and confessed his identity as Chu Ziling. To show his sincerity, he is willing to confront Chu Ziling face to face. General Shi has already sent people to the Xiaoqi camp to take them, so he also asked Su Chang to take a look right away."
Yan Yuanzhao read it in one glance and ten lines, glanced at Shi Tingyun, who was pale, and determined not to fall into the trap first.
"Nanjiang people? Will they be so kind to catch the traitor for us?" Yan Yuanzhao frowned, "Don't try to sow discord, right? Whose name is the special envoy from the southern border?"
Lou Ying on the side said warmly: "The person who sent him was Timur, but the one who asked him to deliver the letter was a lieutenant general of the Southern Border. That person was Aisha's nephew and Pasha's lieutenant general."
Yan Yuanzhao said coldly, "Can you believe what such a person says?"
Yan Yuanheng talked about the matter: "To talk about slandering, he can use these letters to prove that he is always smuggling foreign countries. Why should he name and slander a little guy to join the army? What's the benefit?"
Yan Yuanzhao was speechless, so he kept squinting Yan Yuanheng with his eyes.
Will you look at your face
That Chu Ziling was brought up by Shi Tingyun, and they grew up together, and their friendship was extraordinary.
If Chu Ziling was framed, he would be fine. If he wasn't, how should Tingyun deal with himself
Shi Tingyun looked as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. He looked around in a daze, and after looking around the mess, his eyes slowly gained substance.
As if to confirm that this was not a dream, he rushed out.
Yan Yuanzhao was startled and chased a few steps out of the tent: "What are you doing?"
Shi Tingyun trotted over a good horse and straddled it: "...I'll go find him myself. I want to ask him a question!"
…
Chu Ziling was dragged directly from the stable.
The person who came to bring him saw that the clothes were the Beifu army. The leader whispered a few words to Zhan Dayuan, the big man in the black tower. Zhan Dayuan suddenly changed color, shouted two stronger sergeants, and tied him up without saying anything. The oil linen was hastily gagged, threw it on the back of the horse, and transported it on the road like a livestock.
… What's going on here? !
Chu Ziling was speechless, and after a while of fear in his heart, he calmed down again.
He has a special status and is protected by a son, so he will be treated like this, and there is no need to say why.
His hands and feet have always been clean, and he is confident that he will not leave any traces. Unless the people from the southern border send back the letters he once sent, there will never be any evidence to prove that he communicated with the southern border.
And the only flaw, it should be the meticulous work in the city.
Maybe the Beifu Army caught a meticulous who happened to send a letter for him, and that meticulous act confessed himself to his life.
This is not to be feared.
As long as he insists that the person is framed and framed, and the other party has no token and no proof, what can he do
Before arriving at the destination, Chu Ziling thought about the countermeasures one by one.
While he was beating his belly, he heard a burst of horseshoes coming from far and near, and then the sergeant who was in charge of escorting him stood on the horse and saluted: "… Major General."
Chu Ziling's eyes lit up, and he raised his head and called vaguely, "Stop..."
In the next second, he was kicked off the horse's back by Shi Tingyunyi's boots, who turned over and dismounted, and fell to the ground.
Shi Tingyun couldn't help but say, took the whip and swiped it at him.
I don't know if it was a coincidence or not. The whip was full of water, and it was still salt water. It was heavy and heavy, not to mention that Shi Tingyun was born in the army and was extremely powerful. As soon as the whip tip touched the body, it hurt into the bone marrow.
Chu Ziling was in pain and couldn't escape, so he had to scramble to dodge, calling vaguely, "Young Master!... Ting Yun, listen to my explanation, I'll let me explain—"
Shi Tingyun seemed to be insane, he beat him recklessly, and slapped him like a rain, slashing his head and covering his face, one of which landed on his cheek, and actually tore off a piece of skin on his face!
How could Chu Ziling have suffered this kind of pain before, he almost went crazy with pain, and he no longer bothered to explain, and spent all his energy on escaping.
During the beating, something that he had properly hidden came loose from him and fell on the dry land.
After Chu Ziling rolled out five or six feet away, he suddenly felt a fright in his heart and turned to look, only to see that Wang Yupei of the Southern Border, who had proved his identity, was running and rolling, and fell out of his inner pocket. !
Chu Ziling's hair stood on end for a while, and his mind was lost, but he rushed up against the whip, trying to protect the jade pendant under him.
... This jade pendant must not be seen by Shi Tingyun!
If he sees it, it's all over!
However, Shi Tingyun didn't plan to see it at all.
Or rather, he didn't see it at all.
Because the next second, his boots stepped on the jade pendant.
... ka.
Crack cack.
Chu Ziling watched helplessly, the jade pendant wrapped in a soft handkerchief, which he had carried since he was a child, for fear that someone greedy for money would steal it, was torn apart under Shi Tingyun's feet, and the residue splashed.
Chu Ziling was stunned on the spot, stared at Shi Tingyun's feet, and was whipped by Shi Tingyun for a dozen times before he came back to his senses. Tears and cold sweat burst out in an instant, and his teeth were shaking, as if the trampled Not jade, but his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.
Shi Tingyun could still hear what he was screaming through a piece of tarpaulin stuck in his mouth.
Chu Ziling roared with a crying voice: "—My jade!"