Zheng Yan saw that Duan Ling was hesitating, and said after a while, "You want to kill him?"
Duan Ling was startled, and immediately replied: "What's the use of killing him? In the future, I will confront him in court, and I can't do it without him."
Zheng Yan sat on the couch, took off his gloves, and said nonchalantly, "Changliu-Jun is not here, so it doesn't matter if I tell you. Killing him now is the safest, and there will be less trouble."
Duan Ling glanced at Zheng Yan vigilantly, and it seemed that he really underestimated him, and this guy was quite ruthless.
"Even if you forgive him now," Zheng Yan said, "he will die. If you kill him here, you can leave him with a whole body."
Duan Ling asked, "Why do you want to take his life so much?"
"Because Your Majesty." Zheng Yan replied, "If the Crown Prince is real or fake, and we don't kill him, he may take the risk to kill His Majesty."
"Wouldn't it be enough to detain him?" Duan Ling said, "The antidote is in Wu Du's hands. As long as it is not given to him, there is nothing he can do."
"What if he bites people when they are confronted in court?" Zheng Yan asked, "What can you do to frame Yao Fu or Xie You?"
Duan Ling replied: "No, no, the stakes are very important, and it cannot be done without the consent of Wu Du."
Zheng Yan said with a smile, "It's just the two of us now. Heaven knows it, you know me, and I know it. After he was killed, he was shot to death by the Yuan army when he was out of the city. There is no proof for his death. It really doesn't matter, Mr. Wang."
"No." Duan Ling finally said, "I know it's okay, but I don't want to kill him."
Zheng Yan asked, "Why are you so persistent in saving his life?"
Duan Ling replied: "Because some people can not be killed. This is the end of this matter, Zheng Yan."
Duan Ling knew that if Zheng Yan really wanted to get rid of Lang Junxia, he didn't need to ask his own opinion at all. How could he be Zheng Yan's opponent? To a certain extent, Zheng Yan respects himself very much.
He took Zheng Yan's gloves and glanced at his bare hands, which had a white tiger inscription tattoo on the back.
He helped Zheng Yan put on the gloves, but Zheng Yan just smiled and didn't mention it again.
Duan Ling called Lang Junxia. Lang Junxia didn't know that in such a short period of time, he had walked around the gate of the ghost gate, and just stood quietly, watching Duan Ling.
"Tonight, we're leaving." Duan Ling picked up the Qingfeng sword and pulled it out gently.
"Are you going to kill me now?" Lang Junxia's hair was a little messy, and it seemed that he hadn't slept well for several days. He spoke in a low tone, as if asking if it was time for dinner.
Duan Ling held the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, and moved towards Lang Junxia, looking at each other silently.
Does he trust me to do it? For some reason, Duan Ling remembered that night, in the Qionghuayuan in the rainstorm, when Lang Junxia appeared, he stabbed him with the sword.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Ling came out with a sword.
Lang Junxia's pig iron handcuffs snapped off.
Duan Ling gave him the Qingfeng Sword and said, "Follow us at night. If you don't want to die, don't try to escape anywhere."
Lang Junxia took the Qingfeng sword, turned around and walked out the door.
Zheng Yan stood on the side of the full-length mirror, sorting out his military uniform. Duan Ling anxiously waited for the sky to darken little by little, and after a while, there was a happy meeting outside the door.
Lang Junxia had been carrying the flute and embedded it in Qingfeng's scabbard. Duan Ling remembered the day of the imperial examination. He wondered if he could play it in the palace. Cai Yan had heard it several times.
After Zheng Yan packed up, he sat in the corner and put on a black night clothes, which made it easier for him to sneak into the night without knowing it when he set off.
"You go to sleep." Zheng Yan said.
Duan Ling heard the joy of seeing each other, as if he had returned to a long, long time ago. He was half lying on the couch and gradually fell asleep. After an unknown time, a cold hand gently touched his face.
"Get up." Wu Du's voice said.
Duan Ling thought he was dreaming, but his warm lips were already kissed, Duan Ling suddenly opened his eyes - it was Wu Du!
He opened his eyes wide and looked at Wu Du in disbelief. Wu Du laughed a little tiredly, wearing a night suit.
"It's snowing outside." Wu Du whispered, "put more clothes on."
"Why are you back?" Duan Ling asked in surprise.
"I'll let Qin Taki lead the troops to guard in the Black Valley." Wu Du avoided Duan Ling's hand, preventing him from grabbing his own, and whispered, "Cold, don't touch it yet."
Wu Du, dressed in black, sat beside the couch. He didn't know where he got into the city, but his body was extremely hot under the half-wet clothes. Duan Ling hugged him, not wanting to say a word, lingering with his lips.
Wu Du's breath was rapid, and he separated from Duan Ling's lips for a moment, and said, "I guess you haven't left the city yet, um..."
Duan Ling kissed again, and the two kept kissing.
"Okay, okay." Wu Du couldn't hold back any longer, and said, "Go back and make out again, get up, and leave."
"What about them?" Duan Ling asked.
"Wait outside." Wu Du replied, "If you don't come here, you won't be relieved after all."
"How many people did you bring?" Duan Ling asked.
"Only me." Wu Du said, "I came in from the back of the mountain, and I almost fell when I was going over the mountain. The snow hasn't melted yet, and I rubbed a lot of muddy water."
When Duan Ling saw that Wu Du's elbow was slightly bruised, he gave him medicine. After the medicine was applied, Wu Du took Duan Ling's hand and said, "Let's go."
The two went out along the corridor, Wu Du looked around and said, "Zheng Yan should take Wuluohou Mu to the East City Gate and wait."
The city guard house has been evacuated cleanly, but Duan Ling, who was in his sleep, was not disturbed. The two of them just came out of the mansion, and the warrior waiting outside the door hurriedly said: "Sir, Your Majesty invites you to meet at the East Gate."
The man wearing a helmet was Shuluduan. Duan Ling thought about it and ordered, "Go get three sets of armor and wait outside the east gate."
Yelu Zongzhen's troops had already assembled at the East City Gate. There were no torches. Two teams were waiting. One team was responsible for attracting the attention of the Yuan army, and the other team was them.
Zheng Yan and Lang Junxia each rode a horse and waited. Wu Du rode to the sky and brought Duan Ling over. In the silence, hundreds of soldiers did not speak, and quietly watched the two on horseback. Yelu Zongzhen put on the leather armor of an ordinary soldier, raised his hand towards Duan Ling, and said hello.
Wu Du ignored it, just turned the horse's head, Ben Xiao slowly turned sideways, Duan Ling hugged Wu Du's waist in one hand, and also greeted Zongzhen.
Zong Zhen rode his horse over to Duan Ling and Wu Du.
"Warrior, on behalf of the people of Liao, I thank you for your kindness in saving each other."
Yelu Zongzhen said in Liao dialect.
Wu Du seemed to be thinking, he glanced sideways at Duan Ling, raised his eyebrows, and motioned for Duan Ling to speak.
Duan Ling was a little apprehensive, but Zong Zhen smiled slightly and said: "If I go back to Zhongjing successfully and live, I promise you that in my life, the incident of Shangzi will not happen again, and the Liao soldiers will be no more than one step in Xunshui. If you do not violate Hebei, you will be rewarded with three thousand taels of gold, ten thousand taels of silver, ten thousand stones of noodles, and two thousand horses."
Zongzhen said this sentence in Liao dialect, and after Duan Ling translated it, Wu Du was slightly moved.
"Let's listen first." Wu Du replied casually.
The soldiers under Yelu Zongzhen came quickly, holding two sheepskin scrolls, and presented them to Zongzhen and Wu Du.
Duan Ling: "..."
Wu Du: "..."
Duan Ling and Wu Dudu never expected Zongzhen to be willing to sign a contract with them! The ink was not dry, but it was clearly written in advance tonight. Each copy contained Liao script and Chinese characters, and it was written as a contract that the Liao Kingdom would not violate Hebei!
Wu Du's identity is only the captain of Hejian. It is reasonable to say that he is not qualified to be on an equal footing with the Liao Emperor. Zong Zhen expressed his gratitude and did not hesitate to compromise. If Wu Du wanted to refuse, it would be a humiliation to himself.
Duan Ling glanced at Wu Du, who laughed and said, "Interesting."
Zong Zhen's soldiers held the cinnabar seal, Wu Du was silent for a moment, dipped his thumb in the cinnabar seal, and pressed it on the sheepskin deed.
"Thank you for your love." Wu Du replied.
As a military independence, it is not possible to represent Chen Guo's covenant, but Chen Guo established the country with Wu, and there is a clear statement that military generals at the level of the county governor and above are ordered to "will not accept orders from foreign monarchs" when facing the enemy country. , except for the cessation of land, indemnity, and marriage, which are not recognized, and all other matters, can exercise monarchical power for the emperor.
Zong Zhen also pressed his handprint. The soldiers put away two rolls of parchment and tied them with gold belts. One roll was presented to Wu Du first, Wu Du gave it to Duan Ling, and the other to Zong Zhen.
"This is Shuluduan." Zongzhen said to Duan Ling, "It's from my grandmother's family. The Shulu family has been the saddle of my Yelu clan for nearly a hundred years. Now I let him follow you and serve you."
"This..." Just as Duan Ling was about to refuse, Wu Du knew that he could not speak at this time, otherwise it would hurt the relationship between the two countries, so he turned his head and gestured to him with his eyes.
Duan Ling understood and had to nod, feeling very moved for a while.
"Shuluduan." Yelu Zongzhen asked Shuluduan to come over, and they both dismounted. Duan Ling stood, and Shuluduan knelt down on one knee to serve Duan Ling, and Duan Ling hurriedly helped him up.
"You have to treat him as you treat me." Yelu Zongzhen said to Shuluduan.
Shuluduan replied loudly, "Yes! Your Majesty!"
Yelu Zongzhen looked at Duan Ling's eyes again and said, "You saved his life. When I asked him, he was willing, but you must treat him like me. He has saved my life several times, and he has I grew up with me and was my best brother."
Such a person, Yelu Zongzhen actually gave the Shuluduan to himself in the form of "send". With Duan Ling's habit, he could not accept it, but he couldn't refuse, so he had to go forward and talk to Yelu Zongzhen. Hug, hug each other fiercely.
"Take care." Duan Ling said.
After tonight, it won't be long before they will be on each other's side for the day. Yelu Zong really can order this matter after breaking through, but the intention of saying this in advance is obviously to prepare for any unexpected events.
The soldiers brought three sets of armor, Duan Ling asked Wu Du to put them on, Zheng Yan waved his hand to indicate that he didn't have to, and Duan Ling pointed to Lang Junxia, meaning to let Lang Junxia wear it, so as not to be hit by an arrow.
The gatekeepers began to prepare, and Yelu Zongzhen's guards and Duan Ling were waiting behind.
"Barbarian gave you his brother." Wu Du turned his head and whispered to Duan Ling behind him, "Aren't you going to greet him?"
Duan Ling replied: "Why, we are so poor."
Wu Duchao looked further back and said, "It's time to send Wuluohoumu to him, take him back, and serve him well, there's no need to return it."
Duan Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he knew that Wu Du was just joking.
"When you break out of the siege later. Remember to hold me tight." Wu Du said again.
Duan Ling hugged Wu Du's waist tightly and leaned his head on his back, feeling the strength brought by his broad shoulders.
"Not now." Wu Du whispered again.
Duan Ling replied: "Be careful not to faint like last time."
"It's not your fault." Wu Du replied.