"What did the hospital say?"
"The Taiyuan Hospital has its own money. After the death of the two Cao people, most of them are mediocre people. My grandson is wondering if Tinglin asked the ancestors to find a way to let her..." Jiang Hongwen did not go on.
The ancestor is so smart, he immediately understood who she... meant.
Shenji camp.
A fast horse came galloping, and it was Yin Jiuling's personal bodyguard.
When he entered the camp, he did not dismount. Instead, he took out a waistband, showed it to the guards, and then entered straight into the camp.
After a while, the lights in the coach's tent suddenly came on.
Su Ziyu looked at him in surprise and said, "What's the matter?"
The guard took out a letter from his arms and said, "This is the master's handwritten letter. I would like to ask my eighth uncle to read it."
When Su Ziyu opened the letter, his eyes showed surprise.
"Eighth aunt, please prepare yourself secretly."
The guard's voice was very soft and he didn't say a word. He took out another letter from his chest and said, "Uncle Eighth, this is what Miss Eight asked me to give to you. There are many things going on in Beijing, so I'll take my leave."
Su Ziyu looked calm, patted his shoulder and said, "I'll give the Duke a message to ask him to rest assured."
The guard smiled and held out his fists.
The sound of horse hooves slowly faded away, and in the dark night a man got into the tent, clasped his fists and said, "Third Master." The person who came was Tietou, the personal guard of Su Qing, the Minister of War.
"What's the matter?"
Tietou said: "The master asked me to bring a message to the third master. Please be patient and follow his orders in all actions."
Su Ziyu's face was gloomy.
Seeing that he was unhappy, Tietou said hurriedly: "The master said that the matter has not reached that point yet, and he cannot put the Su family in danger."
A sneer appeared on Su Ziyu's lips. These words sounded particularly harsh, just like they did six years ago.
"Please rest assured, sir. I am his son. I will work hard for his glory and wealth until my death."
The merciless ridicule made Tietou change his expression.
Su Ziyu sneered, lifted up the tent and walked into the night, leaving Tietou alone, neither leaving nor leaving.
Su Ziyu ran to the back mountain in one breath, pulled out the long sword on his body, and whistled softly. The man and the sword became one, dancing and dancing.
In the winter six years ago, the Su Mansion, then the residence of the General of Chariots and Cavalry, had flags everywhere and was surrounded by soldiers and cavalry, and was heavily guarded and impenetrable.
A horse galloped over, and the young man in white robe dismounted and barged in from the side door without raising his head. That young general is Su Ziyu.
No one dares to stop the dignified third son of the Su family.
In the main hall of the Su Mansion, the door is closed, and the huge animal heads carved in exquisite relief on both sides of the door wall are lifelike with bared teeth. There are six pillars in a row in front of the door, all of which are carved with wild beasts of different shapes.
He didn't care, and his eyes fell on the two rows of elite guards on the left and right. What was different from usual was that they had swords in their hands and their faces were solemn.
This was a situation he was familiar with facing the enemy. He felt the rising murderous aura, as if the air was stagnant and unable to flow.
He knew that at this time, let alone a human being, even if a fly flew past a normal door, it would be chopped down instantly and turned into a male and a female.
His heart pounded inexplicably and he broke out in a cold sweat.
In the main hall, his father Su Qing sat in the middle, while his eldest brother Su Zichen, who guarded South Zhili, and his second brother Su Zikai, who guarded North Zhili, stood with their hands down. Although the three of them were not wearing armor, they were all dressed in military uniforms.
The eldest brother and the second brother are back, a smile appears on his lips, the Qian family is saved.
He staggered a little, and in panic he opened his mouth and called out urgently: "Father..."
"Silence!"
With a low roar, his father slapped the table hard, and with this roar, the open door of Su Mansion suddenly closed tightly.
He was a little flustered for some reason, and hurriedly said: "Father, the Qian family..."
"How dignified!"
My father angrily scolded: "You are a military colonel of the Shenji Battalion, why are you panicking?"
"..." Su Ziyu was speechless and lowered his head.
His father frowned and looked at him, then sighed and said, "Your eldest brother, your second brother has just arrived. I haven't seen him yet."
He suddenly raised his head, but without looking at his two brothers, he said anxiously: "Father, it's about to start!"
The father could already understand the meaningless words, and said calmly, "Things haven't reached that point yet, and I can't put the Su family in danger."
He couldn't hold his breath and said anxiously: "Then... the Qian family..."
His father's eyes flashed across his face, showing no emotion or anger, and he said in a long tone, "The Qian family... so what?"
His face was full of fear, and for a moment, it seemed that he couldn't see his father's face clearly.
He was still struggling and said: "Father, there are hundreds of people in the Qian family..."
"well said!"
The father suddenly stood up and said, "There are hundreds of people in the Qian family. What do you want me to do as a father?"
He was speechless.
The father rushed to the upper left and cupped his hands, saying: "The sacred command has been issued. You and I, the troops, will advance when they hear the drums and retreat when they hear the gold. If there is an order from above, you must obey it!"
He searched his intestines to retort, but couldn't say a word at all.
His father looked at him coldly, with a stern look in his eyes, "Is it possible that all the teachings that my father has given you for more than ten years have gone to waste?"
Panicked, his eyes were completely blank. He knelt on his knees in front of his father and said sincerely: "Father, Ziqi and his child were promised to be their in-laws when he was eight years old. He and his child have been childhood sweethearts since childhood..."
He couldn't speak in a calm voice, and his shoulders shook silently, "She is thirteen years old, how could she be guilty... My son really can't bear it. I beg my father to save me... "
"rescue?"
His father sat on the wide chair again, his eyes sliding towards his eldest brother Su Zichen, "Qian Ziqi, of course he won't die."
As if he had found a glimmer of hope in the chaos, his eyes lit up, "Brother, is it true?"
Su Zichen took a step forward, his eyes a little wandering, "Third brother, it's true, it's just..."
"Just what? As long as I can do it, I will go through fire and water." Hope arose in his heart, and there was nothing more important than living.
The eldest brother sighed softly and whispered a few words in his ear...
For a moment, his head was buzzing, and his chest and abdomen were breathing heavily. He couldn't believe what he just heard.
The next moment, his eyes were red, he jumped up from the ground, grabbed his brother's clothes with both hands, and roared, "What did you say? Say it again?"
The eldest brother remained motionless and allowed him to tear him apart.
"The King Xian said that the Qian Mansion and the Sheng Mansion are in trouble... The third brother will be the commander of the Shenji Camp."
"No, I don't agree. I won't agree unless I die." His heart-breaking roar resounded over the Su Mansion.
"Evil beast!"
"If you don't obey, you will put the Su family in danger. The Su family is a prosperous family, and hundreds of people have been convicted because of a woman. You have failed your ancestors, and you have failed your parents and brothers. How do you have the face to survive in this world?" …”
His hands trembled and he closed his eyes in pain. Two lines of clear tears fell from his eyes, silently, just like the snow falling outside the house at an unknown time...
After a sword dance, his whole body was dripping with sweat, and his soul felt like he had walked through purgatory. Su Ziyu leaned against the tree weakly, breathing heavily.
Time passed by secretly, but the pieces of the past seemed like yesterday. They had long been integrated into the bones and blood of his body. Once they were torn apart, they would be a blur of flesh and blood.
Regret...pain...anger...helplessness...all kinds of emotions in these six years, it's hard to tell which one has the upper hand.
"Ziyu!"
A deep voice sounded from behind my ears, "What happened?"
No need to look back, you know it's Yang Rui. Su Ziyu slowly put away the sword and said softly: "The emperor is unconscious. The British Duke ordered me to lead troops five miles away from the north city gate."
"You can't do that!" Yang Rui was secretly shocked, and the words in his heart blurted out.
Su Ziyu sneered, with a sarcastic look on his lips, "Father doesn't allow me to act rashly. The matter has not been finalized yet. It is too early to take action on this matter."
Yang Rui said hurriedly: "What Su Shangshu said makes sense."
Su Ziyu felt a sense of sadness in her nose, and a light flashed in her eyes, "Dai Mei has a deep love for me. She waited for six years just for me. How could I let down her heart?"
Yang Ruiping heard a thunder, and his eyes turned black.
Su Ziyu walked to his side, her voice suddenly turned cold, "Pass my order, all the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion will gather at the martial arts training ground after half a cup of tea."
"Su Ziyu!" Yang Rui yelled, with a look of anxiety on his face.
A slender hand fell on his shoulder. Through the thin layer of clothes, Yang Rui felt that the hand was wet with cold sweat.
"Yang Rui, don't follow me."
Su Ziyu looked at him deeply and left these words.
After talking a lot, Qingguan was already a little tired. The old wound on her chest had not fully healed, her energy was not as good as before, but she couldn't bear to leave the person in front of her.
Seeing that she was holding on, Sheng Fang stood up and walked behind her. He placed his palm on her back and used some internal strength.
Warmth flowed through the four meridians and eight meridians. Qingguan sighed comfortably and said, "Brother, tell me about your martial arts practice when you were a child."
Sheng Fang asked worriedly: "Can my sister bear the burden?"
Qingguan smiled and said: "I am a doctor, and who else knows my body better than me."
"Forget it, we brothers and sisters will discuss it tonight."
Sheng Fang sat back down and was about to speak when Yueniang came in with a food box and said with a smile: "Miss, the Eighteenth Master needs some porridge."
Sheng Fang thought that the cotton-padded coat was made by Yueniang's hand, and then smiled and said: "Thank you Yueniang for making the clothes for me. I ask Yueniang to take more care of my sister's body in the future."
Yueniang never expected that the dignified Eighteenth Master would talk to her so humbly. She said at a loss: "Eighteenth Master, slave... This is something that I should take responsibility for. Just don't worry, Eighteenth Master."
Qingguan smiled warmly and was about to pick up the bowl of porridge when the big room in the study was slammed open. Yinzhen plunged in and stammered: "Little... little... sister... old... old... ancestor... "
"What happened to our ancestors?" Qingguan was shocked.
"The ancestors are here!"
Qingguan was stunned, and a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes. How could her old man come at this time? When Jiang Hongwen helped his ancestor into the study, he first saw the tall man next to Qingguan. When he saw the midnight snack on the table, he couldn't help but squint his eyes.