The lone moon outside the Great Wall hangs over the city.
The wooden door was slowly pushed open with a heavy creaking sound, and the elongated shadow was reflected on the potholed ground with the moonlight.
Dan Yu jumped up from the bed in a jerk, and saw the person standing at the door through the hazy moonlight. The person who came was supporting the door frame with one hand, his thin figure was slightly bent, and his long disheveled hair was loose.
"Brother Qin?" Dan Yu climbed out of bed and walked towards the man. As soon as he walked in front of him, Qin Zheng's body fell down like a mountain, and he was completely crushed.
Dan Yu hurriedly supported Qin Zheng, and half dragged and half dragged him to the bed, a faint smell of blood filled his nose.
"Brother Qin...you didn't..." Dan Yu's voice stopped abruptly the moment the candle was lit.
After a moment of silence, a trembling gasp was uncontrollably squeezed out from Dan Yu's lips.
"They...they bully people too much..." Dan Yu trembling his lips, clenched his fists slowly, turned his head to go out: "I'll find them!"
"Come back." Qin Zheng pulled the angry little military doctor back with his long arm. Looking at the angry young man, Qin Zheng couldn't help pulling the corners of his lips, touching a wound, and couldn't help but frowned and moaned: "Hiss... You will suffer a lot if you go over..."
"But you can't just let..."
Qin Zheng interrupted him: "It's okay, cough... cough cough..."
Dan Yu hastened to gently smooth his back for him, but he didn't know which wound he touched, which made Qin Zheng's brows tighten a little.
"But Brother Qin, they always have trouble with you. You have so many injuries, and they still won't let you go." Dan Yu thought that when he saw Qin Zheng for the first time, he was almost breathless. People are going to disappear like this. Unexpectedly, after a few days of suffering, he survived miraculously. But Qin Zheng still didn't get well. He was bullied by Zhao Hu's group every day, adding new wounds to old wounds.
Dan Yu's youthful nature, he couldn't bear to see the behavior of Zhao Hu and others, and felt sorry for Qin Zheng, so he couldn't help but said, "Brother Qin, otherwise... you can be soft with Zhao Hu..."
Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows speechlessly, and looked down at Dan Yu.
Dan Yu met Qin Zheng's eyes, and suddenly his face became hot, and he swallowed the rest of the words.
Qin Zheng raised his hand and patted Dan Yu's shoulder: "Don't worry, it's not that easy to die."
Dan Yu's eyes became hot, and he said angrily, "When my father comes back, they won't dare to be so rampant!"
His father is a well-known medical worker in the army, and even Qianhu treated him with courtesy when he saw him, but he went to the front line with the army a few days ago and has not returned yet.
"Hmm..." Qin Zheng responded, as if to comfort the young man.
Dan Yu felt a little better, fetched water to wipe off the dried blood on Qin Zheng's face, and was about to speak when he heard a long breath...
Qin Zheng closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The moonlight leaked in through the window, and the cheeks that had just been wiped looked extraordinarily pale, and the long eyelashes trembled with breathing, casting a small shadow under the eyes.
Dan Yu's breath was stagnant, and he thought to himself, it's really beautiful, there is nothing so beautiful in ten miles and eight battalions.
Qin Zheng's brows suddenly frowned, Dan Yu almost thought he was going to wake up, but the brows became tighter and tighter, and the last tiny drop of water slid down the slightly raised eyes and seeped into his temples.
Dan Yu blinked, thinking he was wrong.
Pale thin lips whispered softly: "Qing Ci..."
Dan Yu scratched his head and said to himself, "Qing Ci again?"
…
When the sky was gray, the army drums rumbled, breaking out the first ray of yellow morning light.
Soldiers were performing martial arts on the school field, and the deep voices continued to be heard, adding chills to the cool morning. Zhao Hu strolled out with a grass root in his mouth. The birdsong in the morning was clear and crisp, as if his voice had not been pickled by the yellow sand in Saibei, and he kept chirping. A few trees had lost half their leaves, showing ugly branches.
There was a man squatting on his back by the side of the creek, with a few barrels beside him. Zhao Hu grinned, walked over quietly, kicked Gong Tong down with one foot. There was only a loud, muffled thud, and the dirty water splashed in all directions, followed by the pungent stench.
Qin Zheng closed his eyes, the sewage was flowing down his hair, and Zhao Hu laughed strangely beside him.
"Can you see what you are?" Zhao Hu looked at Qin Zheng triumphantly: "Shut it well, I begged you for the opportunity to give some military masters a chance to do it, and no one else can take it even if they want to. Come on, scoff..."
From the first day Qin Zheng arrived here, Zhao Hu hated him very much. The proud son raised in the brocade heap is really distasteful to anyone.
Zhao Hu sneered a few words. Seeing that Qin Zheng was still just squatting there without speaking, he felt a little bored, so he raised his trousers and turned to leave. As soon as he turned around here, he heard a very short sneer behind him, and before he could turn around angrily, a gust of bad water splashed down on his head, and the heavy wooden bucket slammed on his head. Zhao Hu's heart exploded in an instant, and he opened his mouth to spit out two mouthfuls of filthy water. rushed forward. With a plop, one end plunged into a ditch full of excrement.
"Qin Zheng! I'll fuck you!" Zhao Hu vomited up dirty water, and while thrashing about, he roared and cursed bitterly.
Qin Zheng stood on the edge of the ditch, raised his hand to wipe his face, the corners of his pale lips curled up for a moment, and then pursed down again. He straightened his back slowly, tilted his head, raised his foot to pick up the bamboo pole on the side, and with a flick of his wrist, there was a rustling sound of wind chopping through the air.
Just as Zhao Hu opened the bucket, he screamed in pain as the bamboo pole fell on his wrist, and then his knees went numb, and he immediately fell to his knees in the ditch, screaming. The bamboo pole came quickly and accurately, beating Zhao Hu into a dog in the water like hitting a node.
"Qin Zheng! You wait for me!" Zhao Hu was cowardly and angry, wishing he could tear Qin Zheng up, but he was bored in the ditch and didn't dare to show his face.
As soon as the words were spoken here, the bamboo pole suddenly lifted the Gong bucket covering Zhao Hu's head. Before he could react, he felt a chill in his neck, and a murderous intent suddenly appeared. The section of the bamboo pole was only less than an inch away from his throat.
Zhao Hu's cursing stopped abruptly, he staggered back two steps, then raised his head, and saw the coldness in Qin Zheng's eyes standing on the shore through the stinky mist.
"Zhao Shizhang." Qin Zheng slowly retracted the bamboo pole, exerted a little force on his hands, and it snapped in two in the palm of his hand: "Don't deceive others."
Zhao Hu kept silent, but couldn't help shivering.
Qin Zheng let go, and the broken bamboo pole fell to the ground. He turned around and no longer looked at Zhao Hu, the dog in the water. Out of the corner of his eye, he could only see how free the lonely gray birds in the sky were. Layer after layer, the decadence of luxury and money is completely covered up. The lowliness and poverty obliterate the arrogance of the past little by little, but it can't get rid of the uncompromising arrogance in my heart.
…
So in the middle of the afternoon, when Qin Zheng was buried in chopping firewood, he got his retribution. Zhao Hu stood in front of him with a ferocious face with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
Qin Zheng raised his head and glanced at the dark people behind Zhao Hu, and raised the ax in his hand.
"You, what do you want to do!" Zhao Hu subconsciously took two steps back and bumped into the guard behind him. Feeling ashamed, he cleared his throat and said, "Qin Zheng, we are going to practice martial arts today, go to the school grounds."
Qin Zheng raised his eyelids. He didn't know what Zhao Hu wanted to do, but he would not let him go easily.
The few people didn't talk nonsense, and directly dragged and shoved Qin Zheng to the school yard. Zhao Hu stood in front of him and said maliciously: "Today's cavalry drill, you will be a horse on your knees."
As soon as the words fell, several people around couldn't help laughing.
Qin Zheng pursed his lips and looked at Zhao Hu expressionlessly.
Zhao Hu's suppressed anger was aroused at a glance, he snatched a long gun from the side, and struck Qin Zheng's knee with a stick: "Damn it, take another look!"
A group of people greeted each other as if they had received the order, fists and sticks fell one after another, blood flowed from Qin Zheng's head, he clenched his teeth, grabbed one and beat him to death without even looking at it. These days, he has long understood that if you blindly give in and give in, you will only be trampled under your feet forever. If you don't want to die, then don't be afraid of death. As long as you still have breath, as long as you can throw another punch, then don't just grab it with nothing.
Qin Zheng's ferocity made some people frightened, and for a while it was hard to tell who was right, until a stick fell hard on the back of Qin Zheng's head...
Qin Zheng's eyes were already covered with blood, his ears were pierced with long ringing, and his eyes were completely dark. He staggered twice, and at this moment, countless sticks fell down. He knelt on the ground, smashing out a cloud of dust.
"I'll make you crazy! Beat me to death!" Zhao Hu laughed, not without pride.
A stick landed on Qin Zheng's shoulder, and the sound of the bones being staggered made one's scalp tingle. Qin Zheng let out a low cry, grabbed the long stick with bloody hands, grabbed one in his palm, and swiped the stick, someone screamed and was caught off guard and crushed into a ball.
Blood blinded his eyes, and Qin Zheng couldn't see anything. He raised his hand to press his heart, and the temperature under his finger was slightly warm.
don't want to die.
can't die.
So the wind of the stick actually changed people's face, or hurt eight hundred enemies and one thousand, but there was no intention of retreating at all. After a while, Zhao Hu's men could not help but withdraw, surrounded Qin Zheng, and dared not go forward in fear.
Zhao Hu was furious, and just as he was about to get angry, he heard a few sparse applause.
"Who doesn't have eyes..." Zhao Hu was about to scold, but suddenly stopped his voice, his legs trembled and he knelt down: "General... General..." The people present immediately changed their colors and knelt down, not daring to say anything .
Zhou Qianhu didn't even look at Zhao Hu and the others, but just looked at the bloody man with interest: "What's your name?"
Qin Zheng couldn't see the person in front of him clearly. Holding on to the last trace of clarity, he bit the tip of his tongue and said in a low voice, "Qin Zheng."
Zhou Qianhu laughed loudly and said, "Not bad."
Just two words made all the people around turn pale.
"Your temper is as good as this general's." Zhou Qianhu sat on the horseback, leaned over and smiled: "Boy, would you like to follow me?"
The wind made the blood-stained robes rattle, Qin Zheng raised his hand to wipe the blood in front of his eyes, knelt down slowly, and said word by word: "Wish to be a general, on the saddle and on the horse."
He knew that this was the only chance God gave him.
…
Shangjing, outside the thousand-step corridor, the yamen of the Ministry of Households.
Li Zi lowered his head and smoothed the crumpled cuffs on his body little by little, and then he asked the servant of the household department next to him nervously: "Master Sun, Lord Shangshu, he really wanted me? Did you make a mistake?"
Sun Shilang was asked all the way, and couldn't help laughing: "If you really don't believe it, you can just ask Mr. Chu yourself later."
Li Xun smiled a little embarrassedly, Jun blushed slightly, and didn't ask any more questions.
Sun Shilang had a good impression of the young man in front of him, and he stretched out his hand and patted Li Wei's shoulder lightly: "Don't panic, don't look at Mr. Chu, he is quite approachable."
Li Xun smiled at Sun Shilang's kindness, and before he could thank him, he saw Sun Shilang knock on the door, announce, push the door, and push people away with lightning speed, all done in one go, and disappeared in an instant.
Li Xun, who was pushed in, was almost thrown into the mud, managed to stabilize his body, and raised his head.
Master Shangshu's office is very simple and elegant, with green gauze curtains, sandalwood table, jasper inkstone, and Zihao brush. The person sitting behind the copybook raised his head slowly upon hearing the sound, green gauze was slightly through, long eyelashes were sprinkled with broken gold, the vermilion lips were far away, his clothes covered his wrists, his waist was tied with rhinoceros, and his eyes were absolutely gorgeous.
Li Xi's mind suddenly went blank, and he forgot all the scripts he had read in his heart before.
Chu Yu raised his arms, slowly put his chin on the back of his hands, and looked at the person in front of him for a while, feeling a little puzzled. When I saw this kid at the Qionglin Banquet before, he was still full of spiritual energy, why is he looking so stupid now, could it be that he was too far away before and lost his sight
After a long while, no one in front of him was watching or talking, so Chu Yu could only sigh softly, and opened his lips and said, "Qing Yu."
Li Xun was agitated, like nectar poured down his head, and his mind was filled with one sentence—my lord... my lord actually knows my words!