Li Changtian was staring at the notice with the word "recruitment" written on it, when Yan Shu's voice suddenly sounded beside him.
"Disaster relief is difficult. Recruiting refugees as soldiers and dispatching them under the control of the Jiedushi can solve the problems of food, clothing and turmoil for the victims." Yan Shu said lightly.
"That's it." Li Changtian nodded, suddenly pointed at the notice, and turned to ask Yan Shu, "Then can I participate?"
Yan Shu was taken aback, and said, "Do you want to be a soldier?"
"Yeah." Li Changtian nodded, "I don't expect to find relatives either. In the future, I won't be able to eat and drink with you all the time. I owe you a lot of favors."
Yan Shu was silent for a moment, and then said: "When you become a soldier, once there is a war, you will put your head on the bloody blade. Even if there is no war, if there is a foreign tribe from Beidi invading the frontier, you will have to protect it with your life. Think about it." Yet?"
Yan Shu originally thought that Li Changtian was just acting on a whim, and his intention was to remind him to be considerate.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Li Changtian laughed.
Li Changtian curled the corner of his mouth, smiled frankly, and his eyes were bright and sharp, which seemed to be burning with scorching fire. He answered word by word without any hesitation.
"I thought about it, I thought about it a long time ago."
Yan Shu was stunned: "You...you..."
He turned his head and looked at the notice again. It was written in white ink, and the broken lower left corner was curled. At first glance, it looked pitifully lonely.
Yan Shu inexplicably recalled, when he was young, the day before Yan's house was ransacked.
He grabbed Doctor Yan's sleeve and cried until his voice was hoarse: "Dad, don't send me away, I want to follow Dad."
Yan Ziqing gently stroked Yan Shu's head and said softly.
"Shu'er, one must have a place to go in one's lifetime."
But he was sent away by Yan Ziqing for eight years, and he hasn't been found yet.
Yan Shu couldn't help but envy Li Changtian.
Envious of his words.
I think it over.
And what about myself
Looking at Mang Mountain in the north and sighing in the south, after all, they are not returning home.
"With your skills, you will definitely be able to make a big splash." Yan Shu said, "In a few days, after I finish investigating the case, I will help you talk to your stepfather."
"Ah?" Li Changtian said gratefully, "Thank you very much, hey, look, I owe you another favor!"
While speaking, Qin Jueming came back. It was getting late and the sky was getting dark. The three of them walked towards the town.
After returning to the Qin Mansion, first pass by the west courtyard, where the guest room is located. After bidding farewell to Li Changtian, Yan Shu and Qin Jueming walked to the hall.
There was no one else around, Yan Shu said: "Father, in fact, I came this time..."
Qin Jueming interrupted Yan Shu: "I know why you came here."
Yan Shu remained silent, waiting for Qin Jueming to speak later.
"Let's go to the study and sit down and talk." Qin Jueming said.
Yan Shu nodded and followed Qin Jueming to the study.
The two came to the study, and by the moonlight, Yan Shu saw that the decoration here was the same as he remembered, so he found the candlestick with ease, lit the candle, and one clean room was illuminated.
In the study, the furnishings are simple and elegant, and the official documents and letters on the desk are stacked neatly. Yan Shu looks up like he did every time he entered the study when he was young.
On the wall directly in front of the desk, there is a painting.
It was a portrait of a character, and it hung here for eight years.
The painting depicts a man with a gentle face like jade, about twenty years old. The man is wearing a light blue gown, sitting on the Taishi chair, holding a medical book, and smiling warmly.
The person on the painting is named Yan Ziqing, who is Yan Shu's father.
Said to be the father, but Yan Shu and Yan Ziqing are not related by blood.
It is said that Yan Shu was the melon and fruit of an adulterous affair between a court lady and a guard. She was abandoned in a corner when she was still a baby.
Yan Ziqing picked him up, cared for him and raised him as if he was his own.
This is also the reason why Yan Ziqing was wronged and the nine clans were implicated and exiled, but Yan alone was able to escape.
"Shu'er." Qin Jueming called out, "Sit down."
Yan Shu's thoughts were pulled back, he looked away, and sat down opposite Qin Jueming.
"Shu'er." Qin Jueming looked at Yan Shu, and said slowly, "What you want to ask, is Mr. Xu, the servant of the imperial military department, who transported 100,000 silver to Huaibei to fight the disaster, but on the way, he and thirty-three Jinyi guards went with him. Disappeared?"