Song Zou came to hear the news, stood under the corridor, glanced at it, and said nothing.
Jiang Heng and Geng Shu turned their heads and looked at Song Zou Yaoyao. Geng Shu indicated that it was all right, nodded, took Jiang Heng's hand, and returned to the room.
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After a long while, Geng Shu sat on the edge of the couch. After drinking the medicine, he felt much better and stared blankly at the ground.
Jiang Heng covered the back of his hand with one hand, shook it gently, and Geng Shu turned his head suddenly.
"Let's sleep." Jiang Heng said, "I'm tired, I'm so tired, brother."
Geng Shu nodded and said, "Okay."
Geng Shu turned to his side, took Jiang Heng's robe and hung it up. The two of them only wore undershirts. Geng Shu's mood seemed to have not yet calmed down, his breathing was still suffocating, and he was a little short of breath.
Jiang Heng said, "This couch is much bigger than when we were in Luoyang."
"Yeah." Geng Shu said, with blood on the corners of his mouth, he untied his martial robe, revealing a radiant jade Jue on his chest.
Jiang Heng moved inside, Geng Shu lay down on the couch, Jiang Heng moved his arm, put it under his neck, and returned to his time in the capital.
"Brother," Jiang Heng said, wiping the blood from the corner of Geng Shu's mouth, "sleep for a while, just wake up."
Geng Shu replied, "I dare not sleep."
Jiang Heng stared at Geng Shu in a daze, and Geng Shu said softly, "I'm afraid that if you close your eyes, you will disappear. It's like a dream."
Jiang Heng didn't answer, Geng Shu turned sideways and faced him, his eyes reluctant to leave his face, even if it was only for a short time.
"You have grown up, Heng'er." Geng Shu said, "I dreamed of you many times. In my dreams, you have always been a child."
"So I'm real," Jiang Heng replied, "You see? I've grown up."
The two laughed with joy and sorrow, and Geng Shu's smile was still filled with pain.
Jiang Heng touched Geng Shu's arm, shook his strong wrist, and said, "You have grown taller and stronger."
Geng Shu is already an adult figure. His hands and feet are well-proportioned, his waist is strong and strong. He has practiced riding and archery all the year round.
The moment he grabbed Jiang Heng's wrist with five fingers, he almost broke his wrist.
His facial features are also very different from before. His eyebrows and eyes are deeper than when he was young. When he saw him again under the pass, Jiang Heng almost didn't recognize him.
"You don't look the same as before." Geng Shu gently pressed the back of his left finger against Jiang Heng's side face, and touched it carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking the leaves.
Jiang Heng asked in a low voice, "Did you not recognize me?"
"No," Geng Shu said, "I recognized you at first sight." He put his finger on the corner of Jiang Heng's mouth again.
Jiang Heng lowered his head, saw Geng Shu falling in front of his chest, the hanging jade Jue, raised his eyes again, and looked at Geng Shu, his face seemed both unfamiliar and familiar. The reason why they are familiar is because he is still him, and he is still Geng Shu. And the vague sense of strangeness was that five years later, his appearance seemed to cast the appearance of another person.
"Did Dad look like you before?" Jiang Heng asked in a daze.
"I don't know." Geng Shu said, "but the Queen Mother Jiang said that I look like my father."
Jiang Heng said "En", lying in Geng Shu's arms, flipping his jade over, straightening it, and flipping it over and over, just like playing with this jade when he was a child.
"Prince Taki actually has a piece." Jiang Heng just heard what Geng Shu said, and roughly understood that this piece of jade represents both responsibility and destiny.
"Just throw it away," Geng Shu said, "I don't want to keep it."
"Keep it." Jiang Heng said tiredly, "You are right, those things are not important anymore, brother."
Jiang Heng hugged him and fell asleep in Geng Shu's arms. Geng Shu slowly closed his eyes, raised his hand, touched Jiang Heng's head subconsciously, and put his hand on his head.
Yongdu, Luoyan City, Royal Palace.
Juicong woke up from a nightmare, sat up suddenly, panting frantically.
"Geng Yuan!" Juicong shouted hoarsely. Jiang Heng's sword touched his deepest fear. Over the years, he often dreamed of the sword that Geng Yuan gave him, and he finally came to replace Juice. Lang, avenged the king of Dayong!
The roar resounded through the deep palace, and instantly alerted the guards, the imperial physician, and his biological son, Prince Taki.
Prince Taki rushed over, only to see Juicong's forehead full of sweat and pale, the imperial physicians gathered around to see King Yong.
The imperial doctor said to the prince Taki again: "Congratulations to the prince, your majesty is safe, the toxins are cleared, you have to slowly adjust for some time, and you can't fight again."
Prince Taki breathed a sigh of relief and sat beside the couch.
Juicong recovered from a serious illness and was very weak. Wrapped in a blanket, he seemed to have aged nearly ten years overnight.
"How is the front line?" Juicong said solemnly, "After all, it's all over."
Prince Taki smiled bitterly and said: "The assassin escaped, Brother Wang and Jie Gui split up to chase, but did not catch up, Yubi Pass was lost, Brother Wang fell into Prince Ling's hands at first, but according to the spies, someone rescued him. Go, now whereabouts are unknown."
There was a bitter smile on Juicong's face, and it was the difference of one thought, countless intricate thoughts, that led to the moment when he pulled out the dagger and embraced Jiang Heng in his arms... Very interesting, very interesting!
"Your brother just left like this?" Juicong had already guessed the whole thing.
Prince Taki said: "Father! He fought with his own life to send us out of Yubi Pass!"
"He's a prince," Juicong said solemnly, "It should be like this."
The prince is in charge of the state affairs, and the prince leads the army. Brotherly love, blood is thicker than water, has always been the tradition of Yong Kingdom. Juicong has only one son, and he doesn't want anyone to share the love and even the power of this only son. So Geng Shu became a "brother" in another sense, taking on the duty of a guardian.
But all this was broken by Jiang Heng's sudden arrival. How could he survive? Juicong had no last resort. When he saw Jiang Heng suddenly that day, the first thought in his heart was: he must kill him.
Otherwise, if his younger brother comes, Geng Shu's loyalty to Juicy will be greatly reduced. Juicong knows better than anyone else that Jiang Heng is always the first in his heart.
To ensure Geng Shu's absolute loyalty to Juicy, he must make Jiang Heng disappear from the world.
Now he is reluctant to kill Jiang Heng. Geng Yuan's two sons each have their own abilities and perseverance. If it wasn't for his own son, he wouldn't have to do this... After all, as long as Jiang Heng is still alive, The juice family could not really tie Geng Shu down.
If you fail, you must find a way to remedy it, and it is not too late.
But how good fortune fooled people, Juicong's plan deviated from his own trajectory, but suffered a sword from the old man's son.
He understood Jiang Heng's actions as a warning from Geng Yuan's ghost.
Juicong was silent for a long time, and then said, "Where's your aunt?"
Prince Taki said: "She is camping north of Yubi Pass, and the army is in her hands, ready to retake the pass."
Juicong: "It's not enough to rely on her, Chuan Guan Wei, use your Costin to send a letter to your brother."
Prince Taki said anxiously: "But I don't know where he is now."
Juicong looked at Prince Taki, was silent for a moment, and spit out two words: "Song County."
Jiang Heng slept in a dark night. After a few days, he finally returned to normal, and reuniting with Geng Shu was like a dream. At first, it still made him unbelievable. It was all too unreal.
"Brother." Jiang Heng said.
Jiang Heng didn't know what to do, so he had to sit all day.
"Well." Geng Shu also suddenly lost all his life goals. The only thing he did every day was to sit opposite Jiang Heng and stare at him. Jiang Heng protested several times, but because he was staring at him uncomfortably, Geng Shu gave in and moved slightly to one side, facing him diagonally.
Geng Shu must take Jiang Heng's hand, or make contact with his body, and then untie the belt and tie the belts of the two together.
"You go to practice martial arts," Jiang Heng said, "isn't it boring to sit like this all day?"
"It's not boring." Geng Shu said sternly.
Jiang Heng picked up the scroll in his hand, and pretended to hit him, saying, "Go! Don't let the old pestle stay here."
"Is it in your way?" Geng Shu couldn't help asking.
"Go to the courtyard," Jiang Heng said. "I'll take a look at a set of black swordsmanship. Master taught me a lot of martial arts, but I just swallow the dates whole, and I can't think of many tricks."
"Your three-legged cat kung fu," Geng Shu said, "what kind of martial arts do you practice?"
"Three-legged cat kung fu," Jiang Heng said displeased as he put the book away, "I almost sent your godfather to the West, so it's a shame to underestimate the enemy."
Geng Shu played his usual submissive temperament, and consciously stopped arguing with Jiang Heng. After the reunion, even the authority of his brother five years ago disappeared. Jiang Heng asked him to do whatever he wanted. As long as he didn't push him too far away, Geng Shu would accept it all.
The way Geng Shu looked at Jiang Heng often made Jiang Heng feel that he wanted to eat him into his stomach, or just like pinching a clay figurine, he randomly squeezed the two into one, you have me, and I have you, so that will never be separated again.
Jiang Heng wanted to see the swordsmanship, and Geng Shu naturally went to practice obediently.
Jiang Heng just sent him some errands to prevent him from sitting stupidly all day, thinking about things, thinking too much and feeling uncomfortable. Seeing that Geng Shu started practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, he started to flip through the book bored.
But gradually, Geng Shu's swordsmanship caught his attention. He was tall and taller than Luo Xuan. He was almost as tall as Xiangzhou at the time. He had been practicing swordsmanship for five years, and he was in a high position. Naturally There is a chilling air. When the sword is drawn, plum blossoms are flying all over the sky, and when the sword is retracted, the sword finger is attentive, and the body stands tall, like a real jade tree facing the wind.
Jiang Heng began to understand why his mother could not forget his father. Thinking of the day Mrs. Zhao saw Geng Yuan many years ago, she will remember it for a lifetime.
Compared with his childhood, Jiang Heng today is no longer the boy who was blocked by the high wall. Apart from the years he was isolated from the world in the sea pavilion, he has seen many things and many people. And Geng Shu is more dazzling and different than anyone else.
"Heng'er." Geng Shu retracted his sword and said sternly.
Jiang Heng stared blankly at Geng Shu, raised his eyebrows and made a questioning expression.
"Have you seen it yet?" Geng Shu said, "I will do something else."
Jiang Heng suddenly wanted to move his muscles and bones, got up and said, "Do you want to learn a few tricks?"
With a faint smile in his eyes, Geng Shu said, "Let you have one hand, no, I only use two fingers."
Jiang Heng said: "Don't underestimate people too much!"
Geng Shu changed the wooden sword, held the hilt of the wooden sword with two fingers in the food, and stood in the garden at will, facing Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng originally thought that what he had learned under Luo Xuan's school would be able to fight back no matter what, but it was not until Geng Shu took action that Jiang Heng knew that he was wrong.
Geng Shu said exactly the same thing as Luo Xuan.
"Gorgeous."
No matter how Jiang Heng used his sword, Geng Shu could easily hold Jiang Heng's throat with just one sword, without even taking a step away.
Jiang Heng was dripping with sweat and tried his best, and finally had to throw the sword aside and admit defeat.
"You now admit that your father... Juicong was just underestimating the enemy, so he fell in love with you? If you meet someone you can't deal with again," Geng Shu said, "don't do it without authorization."
Jiang Heng said: "Always meet the enemy, otherwise what?"
"Call me." Geng Shu said.
Jiang Heng thought about it too, with Geng Shu by his side, he would no longer need to deal with others in the future.
Geng Shu put away his sword and followed behind Jiang Heng, observing his face, for fear that he would lose his face, so he comforted: "But you haven't practiced martial arts since you were a child, and you have practiced it to this level. For example, Jie Gui, I have to do my best to be able to fight.”
Jiang Heng lost to Geng Shu, but he was not unwilling. After all, in his heart, Geng Shu has always been the second best in the world. As early as a very young age, this concept has been deeply ingrained.
At this time, what he was thinking about was the statement about assassins in the world.
"Who are the five assassins?" Jiang Heng asked with a move in his heart.
Geng Shu and Jiang Heng returned to the hall and sat down again. Geng Shu said, "Xiangzhou, Jie Gui, your master Luo Xuan, father, and 'Mysterious Guest'."
Jiang Heng said, "A long time ago, I thought Mysterio was my master."
Geng Shu shook his head and replied, "Luo Xuan left Haige. Thirteen years ago, he cooperated with Xiangzhou and massacred nearly 3,000 Ying troops. Since then, no one dared to enter Cangshan."
So that's what happened... Jiang Heng looked at Geng Shu curiously and said, "Where did you know about it?"
"Princess Wuying." When Geng Shu sat upright, he still maintained the posture of a soldier. In the past few years, Yong Jun's discipline has cut him like a sharp blade, making him maintain a serious and serious temperament at all times, and act like the wind. , Sitting like a bell, Geng Shu is like an unsheathed sword compared to the lazy style of the Zheng people he knows.
Geng Shu thought for a while, and then said, "She often likes to tell us stories when she is free. The one who talks the most is her father, as well as the world's assassins, customs, and anecdotes. She taught me a lot."
Jiang Heng said, "I can see that you have a lot to say."
"It's just for you." Geng Shu replied, "I have a stomach full of words now, I can't wait to turn them out and tell you, but I'm just clumsy."
"There is time to speak slowly," Jiang Heng said, "why are you in a hurry?"
For a while, the two brothers were silent again, Jiang Heng suddenly remembered and said, "By the way, I forgot to tell you."
Geng Shu raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Heng expectantly, but Jiang Heng whispered, "Mother is dead."
Geng Shu didn't know how to answer. In fact, he had expected Mrs. Zhao as early as the day she left. She was a tough and unyielding woman. Even at the last moment of her life, she decisively stopped her son's crying, and she turned death into a tragedy. Parting, let Jiang Heng get used to her leaving, and finally put her in his memory.
And her goal was finally achieved.
Throughout her life, every moment of her life, she was in control of her own path, even when death came, she was not afraid.
"Xiangzhou's ashes were buried in Cangshan." Jiang Heng said, "If there is a chance to find Mother's relics, take them back and put them together."
"Okay." Geng Shu said, "We'll do it later, let's do it together."
Song Zou came again. Three days after the two brothers arrived in Song County, they had been arguing and arguing, crying and crying, and their emotions finally calmed down. And Song Zou paid a lot of patience, and it took a long time. What must be done in a hurry now
Holding a stack of documents, Song Zou led the two principals, and bowed slightly to Jiang Heng and Geng Shu outside the hall.
"The fortifications before winter are over," Song Zou said. "Now come back to the general."
Geng Shu was leaning on the couch, wearing underwear, bare feet, holding Jiang Heng in his arms, he couldn't help but want to be intimate with him, let him lie on top of him, not allow him to leave half a step, just like when he was a child, rubbing face, pinching his nose, rubbing his back, and cutting his hair, as if holding a small animal to tease. Jiang Heng resisted a few times symbolically, and then tossed with Geng Shu. This touch and intimacy made him very useful, like a cat in the sun.
Geng Shu was about to let Song Zou put down the scroll and leave, but Jiang Heng got up from Geng Shu's chest, tidied up his clothes, put on his outer robe, his face was red, embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Sir Song please, I was just looking for you. Let’s talk. The soldiers have nothing to do anyway, let them open up wasteland for the people.”
"That's really the best." Song Zou said with a smile.
When Jiang Heng faced the civil servants, his habitual tone and actions naturally appeared. He was the smallest official in the Jin court at the beginning, and he was so familiar with how to follow the steps of the government affairs. The place to use his talents is not in the battlefield, but in the court. From this point of view, Prince Ling really missed an excellent opportunity.
Song Zou said with a smile, "Can Master Jiang be used to living in Song County?"
Geng Shu has not yet informed the origin of the local official Jiang Heng. When he heard the words "Mr. Jiang", Jiang Heng suddenly remembered a long-lost scene.
"Master Song?" Jiang Heng remembered.
Five years ago, Song Zou went to Luoyang to report his work, and he was still asking Jiang Heng outside the court to pass by!
Song Zou sighed and said meaningfully, "Lord Taishi, it's been a long time."
The two immediately smiled knowingly, and Jiang Heng said, "How did you recognize me?"
Song Zou said: "Some people will not change their eyes even after a long time."
Jiang Heng said to Geng Shu, "Brother, do you remember him?"
Geng Shu shook his head and said, "I don't remember."
Geng Shu has never seen a few people. In the past, under Zhao Jie's command, he only saw Jiang Heng, and his thoughts were very simple. A local official was nothing to him at all.