"It's really going to find trouble for me. How far is the Heqin embassy from Wonju?"
The curtain was pulled open, and the young general stepped out. Under the bright moonlight at the border gate, he was dressed in armor, with a long knife hanging from his waist. The soldier outside the tent said: "Chongshan, go order a group of people, and immediately pack up and follow me!"
Full of murderous intent, the patrolmen passing by the commander's tent shuddered. The general in charge of the patrol, Yu Qiaoting, stopped his horse and greeted, "General, are you still going out at night? What happened?"
Immediately after the soldiers were assembled, Fu Shen pulled the war horse, turned on his horse, and ran side by side with Yu Qiaoting to the outside of the station. As they walked, he said, "It's a long story for a child without a mother. West Tartar was expelled from the grasslands by the East Tartars and settled in the West Frontier. For many years, I have been interested in communicating with the DPRK. Thanks to their military assistance in the past year, the emperor sent an envoy to thank them. Taking this opportunity, the two sides agreed to become in-laws, and the khan sent his daughter to the capital to be married. The sending team is already on its way."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"What a piece of shit," Fu Shen said, "The Khan of West Tartar added a white jade statue to the princess' dowry as a sign of sincerity. That thing was the treasure of the ancient Uyan Kingdom. After the Uyan Kingdom split, the idol was taken by the West. The Tartars were brought to the Western Regions, and the Eastern Tartars exhausted all means for this national treasure, so the two tribes fought endlessly for a long time."
Yu Qiaoting is a smart person, so he can tell right away: "Yo, the princess won't live very well this way."
Fu Shen said: "The West Tar side must be afraid that something big will happen, so they had to discuss with the imperial court in advance. In addition to sending off the pro-team, the emperor also sent his confidants to greet him."
"So you are...?"
"From west to east, Tongjin and Yuanzhou are the closest to the East, and it is the worst to go." Fu Shen sneered: "The group of straw bags can't hold it anymore, so they sent people to Yuanzhou to ask for help."
"Oh, so that's the case." Yu Qiaoting nodded and asked again, "You still need to work on this kind of thing? You can just send someone to pick it up."
Fu Shen waved his hand, the two of them had already reached the exit of the camp while he was talking, he stopped talking, and ran away with a group of people flying away in dust.
"Hey..." Yu Qiaoting watched them go away, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Who gave him a tip and asked him to pick up Xitar and the pro-envoy?"
If it was an decree from the imperial court, Fu Shen would not have left in such a hurry. It was obvious that he did not know about it beforehand, and suddenly received an urgent call for help—when did the West Tatars have a fatal friendship with Fu Shen
The Beiyan Army dashed all the way, through the dark mountain road and bushes, and went straight to the junction of Yuanzhou and Tongjin. This place is wild and desolate, and there is no shop in front of the village or behind. It is an excellent place to kill people and sell goods. Fu Shen's intuition was sharp, and he caught a slight change in the whistling wind. He immediately gestured to the soldier behind him, slowed down, and turned his head to ask Xiao Wei, "What's in front of this hillside?"
Xiao Yu: "Crossing this slope is the official road."
Fu Shen nodded and said, "Don't make a sound, move lightly, and follow me."
The further forward, the clearer the sound, and halfway up the slope, they could already hear the sound of swords and soldiers colliding with cold iron from the other end, accompanied by bursts of shouting and shouting, which looked particularly terrifying in the dark night. Fu Shen thought something was wrong, flicked the reins, and dashed his horse up the dirt slope. Taking a rough look through the moonlight, he saw a few bonfires scattered like stars in the distant wilderness. group. At the most stalemate of the battle, a figure was attacked by several people, and the long knife in his hand was running like the wind, but he still seemed to be weak and unable to do what he wanted.
Fu Shen narrowed his eyes and murmured doubtfully, "Princess Xitar... how good are you?"
"What?" Xiao Yu, who was following behind him, was confused, but before he could ask a question, Fu Shen had already rushed down the hillside. The sharp edge of the blade was like chopping melons and vegetables, and people's heads fell to the ground. From behind, he pulled the long-haired princess onto the horse, and said solemnly: "The Beiyan army is here, princess don't be afraid—"
The black-haired, white-skinned, brightly dressed "exotic princess" suddenly raised her head and stared at him, the knife still dripping with blood.
A slightly hoarse male voice whispered into his ear: "Thank you General, I'm not afraid."
Fu Shen was dumbfounded.
It was so far apart and the sky was so dark. All he saw was the long flying hair and the bright skirt, and he subconsciously thought that she was the only woman in the mission. Who knew that a counterfeit would be caught - these five big and three thick bastards sing What is the show? !
"You..." Fu Shen's mouth twitched, his temples twitched, and he was speechless for a long time before he gritted his teeth and asked coldly, "Master Yan, have you just realized your true identity at this age?"
"I have to." Yan Xiaohan lowered his eyes in embarrassment, his deliberately groomed brows were extraordinarily beautiful, not unexpected on the man's face, but rather hopeful, "I will explain to you later, the enemy is currently , it's more important to save your life..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly hugged Fu Shen and pressed it down, sideways dodging a small arrow shot from behind, and with the other hand he swung the knife away and slashed at the blade of the two of them. Fu Shen was caught off guard and bumped into his shoulder, almost breaking the bridge of his nose. He straightened up and pulled on the reins with tears in his eyes. He reluctantly said, "Sit down, don't get in the way! Drive!"
The warhorse neighed, carrying the two of them and galloping out. The encirclement of the sneak attackers was once again scattered, and the personal soldiers immediately rushed forward to guard the two. At first, the sending team could only barely resist, but as soon as the Beiyan Army joined the battlefield, the situation turned sharply. Seeing that the general situation was over, the other party knew that he could not fight, and shouted a few times in the Eastern Tatar language. The remaining assassins immediately pulled away, fled in all directions, and quickly disappeared into the vast darkness.
Xiao Yi wanted to chase again, but was stopped by Fu Shen: "If you can't catch up, don't waste your time. They just find a ravine and squat, we have to find the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon."
"Yes." Xiao Yi agreed, but his eyes drifted uncontrollably to the "Princess" in front of Fu Shen. The man was slender, with a slender neck. The black hair that fell down covered half of his face. He might have lost his bun in the fight just now. At this moment, the golden hairpin was sloping down, and a string of red agate beads was wrapped around his temples. The silk is looming, except for the flower tin on the forehead, and the other jewelry is left unknown, and sitting on the back of the horse with its back to the crowd, it does not have a beautiful and moving demeanor.
But what happened to their general's twitching face like eating sour grapes, wanting to laugh and holding back? And why does the princess seem... taller than Fu Shen
"What do you do next?" Fu Shen coughed dryly, hiding the smile he couldn't help but said to Yan Xiaohan, "Do you want to stay here or go to Yuanzhou to rest?"
Yan Xiaohan didn't seem to be able to bear his teasing gaze, so he turned his head away uncomfortably, and tried his best to say with a sullen face, "The Eastern Tartarians have suffered once, and they probably won't come again. Thank you General for helping us tonight."
"It's time to thank me." Fu Shen sneered rudely, "Otherwise, Master Yan would be cold here tonight, eh?"
Yan Xiaohan: "…"
"It's okay, let's not talk about it," Fu Shen turned his horse's head and said with disgust, "It's better to go back and wash your red face first, it hurts your eyes."
After that, he didn't let anyone dismount, and just carried him back to the camp slowly. Beiyan's iron cavalry is well-trained and hangs behind him not far or near. When Yan Xiaohan enters the tent to change clothes and wash up, and the people from the welcoming embassy stepped forward to thank him, Fu Shen turned his head condescendingly and asked arrogantly: " Your country sent the princess to come to my court to marry you, and you brought so many people with you, did you really not care about the people of East Tartar, or did you prepare for the return?"
The envoy of Naxitar only thought that he was concerned about the safety of the princess, and smiled apologetically: "Thank you, General. But you don't have to worry, the princess is not here, she has been escorted away by the army of Shangguo."
Fu Shen changed his mind a little, and then understood the key point, neither anger nor laughter, finally dismounted with a cold snort and instructed Xiao Yu, "Stay here for the night tonight and guard strictly to prevent the east. The Tartars will attack again. Remember to send someone back to report to Yu Qiaoting."
Xiao Yu responded to the sound and made arrangements. Fu Shen ignored the trembling envoy of the West Tartar, walked into the princess' tent, and threw the curtain out of the big movement. Yan Xiaohan was struggling to remove his makeup, when he heard the sound, he turned his head to look at him, Fu Shen slapped his saber on the table angrily, and sneered, "Shibie should treat each other with admiration for three days, and I haven't seen you for half a year, Master Yan has learned to sacrifice himself for others. Oh, but I really didn't expect it."
Yan Xiaohan sighed.
Fu Shen stared at him, wiping off the powder on his face and clumsily removing the hairpin on his head, and suddenly said, "Flying Dragon Guard is instructed to take over the Western Tatar to send the pro-embassy, because they are worried that the Eastern Tatars will attack, so the troops are divided into two groups, one group of people. Escort the princess to go first, and the rest will continue to walk along the original route, using their body as bait to attract the attention of the East Tartars. As a result, those assassins from East Tartar attack the mission, while the real princess and idols have Opportunities pass safely under their noses. Who came up with such a clever way?"
Yan Xiaohan froze for a moment. After a moment of silence, he smiled bitterly, "Thank you for the compliment."
"Since you're so smart, why would you dare to be the bait yourself?" Fu Shen said softly, "With your wisdom, it's impossible to predict the situation tonight."
Yan Xiaohan: "Didn't you arrive just in time? It was a surprise."
Fu Shen strode up to him, grabbed the collar and almost lifted Yan Xiaohan from the chair: "Master Yan, do you have any idea in your heart? Is there a truth in your mouth? How can you be sure? Your letter of help will definitely be handed to me, how can you be sure that I will come back? How can you guarantee that I can bring someone to arrive in time?"
"In case I come a step late, are you planning to let me collect your corpse, ah?!"
This questioning seemed to be slammed down on the head, causing the legs of the table to tremble slightly, and there was silence inside and outside the tent for a while.
"Okay, okay, don't get angry," Yan Xiaohan stared at him helplessly, gently pinching Fu Shen's wrist with one hand, and explained in a good-natured way, "This time I took the risk, but if I don't do it, follow along. Sending relatives will also encounter assassins from the East, and if the princess and the idol go out of business, the Dragon Guard will be to blame.”
Fu Shen asked back, "Flying Dragon Guard has stabbed the hole, and it's not your turn to be a little middle-aged man to top the tank. What's your hurry?"
Yan Xiaohan didn't say a word, just curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a reluctant smile.
Fu Shen's thoughts turned to electricity, and he realized it in an instant.
He abruptly loosened Yan Xiaohan's collar and said in a daze, "Your foster father..."
"Not very good." Yan Xiaohan said in a low voice, "My adoptive father is very old and suffers from paralysis. He has written a letter to tell him that he is old, and the emperor has allowed him to go home to recuperate."
No need to elaborate, Fu Shen already understood. Duan Linglong is Yan Xiaohan's biggest support in Feilongwei. Now he sees that he is going to die. There is no new successor yet. Yan Xiaohan's position in Feilongwei has become subtle in an instant. No wonder he would be pushed out to pretend to be a princess, as the most dangerous bait, presumably the result of the internal affairs of Feilongwei. If they don't fight to the death this time, even if there is a problem with the flying dragon guard's escort, Yan Xiaohan will be the one who will be unlucky in the end.
"you… "
"Don't worry, I'm not a real princess. It's not a problem to save my life under the people of Dongtar," Yan Xiaohan comforted him.
He refused to say it explicitly, but both of them knew it. From now on, no one will be able to shelter him from the wind and rain. Yan Xiaohan wants to continue walking to the heights. He can only climb step by step by himself, knocking out his teeth and swallowing blood, and struggling to get out of the mud. A way to live.
But-
He glanced in the mirror at Fu Shen, who was standing not far away with frowning furrowed, and suddenly said, "Strange, it seems that this flower tin can't be wiped off..."
"Huh?" Fu Shen regained his senses and was distracted by him. He leaned over to look at the red marks on his brows, and said, "Let me see, is this thing glued on? Oh, and gold foil, which can be used directly. Hand picking?"
Yan Xiaohan: "…"
Fu Shen laughed at him "hahaha", and finally said: "I'll have someone get some hot water for you to apply and see if you can get rid of it. Don't say it, I didn't expect that Mr. Yan is not only a beautiful man, he pretends to be a beautiful man. The red makeup is not inferior to the stunning beauty, hahahahaha…”
He casually touched Yan Xiao's long black hair like a jackdaw feather, and turned around to go out to find water. Yan Xiaohan watched his back from the corner of his eye until it disappeared, then withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and gave a small smile that seemed both self-deprecating and contented.
The road ahead is difficult, but he still has someone he wants to protect - someone who will save him in the middle of the night, stepping on the moonlight.
The heart is attached, enough to drink blood for sweetness.
-Finish-