The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

Chapter 308: The Old Friend Returns and the World Has Changed

Jiangzhou.

After the reinforcements arrived, the Northern Di people who broke into Dayong from Yueling Pass were defeated step by step. It was estimated that in another three months, they would be able to drive them out of Yueling Pass.

Late at night, in the military tent, Huo Wuyou had just finished discussing the war with Shen Chiyan. At this moment, he was not wearing armor, but only a jacket over his clothes.

He held the longevity purse that Sui Yunlang mentioned without any sentimentality in his hand and played with it for a while. The soft look in his eyes was completely different from the Marquis of Lin'an who killed everyone on the battlefield. He thought from time to time: Awan must be very worried about him at this moment.

Thinking of this, his bright phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, making his face look even more youthful. Even though he had some fine stubble on his face due to neglect in recent days, he did not look decadent, but instead looked a bit more robust.

At this moment, someone rushed into the military tent in a hurry. Huo Wuyou put away his purse and saw that it was his trusted deputy general, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

I thought that Beidi was making another move, but I saw the deputy general was so excited that he cried with joy: "My Lord... When I was patrolling with my subordinates, I found a seriously injured person. That person seemed to be from Beidi and asked to see you, my Lord!"

Huo Wuyou's eyebrows were stern: "Who is it?"

……

When Huo Wuyou followed the deputy general to another military tent, he saw a man covered in blood lying quietly on the couch. His face was gray, his breath was weak, and his eyes were closed.

The closer he got, the more solemn Huo Wuyou became, and his steps trembled slightly. He stared at this face without blinking, it was so familiar, yet he couldn't believe what he saw. He was so cautious as if he was afraid that his joy that was about to burst out would be in vain...

It took him a long time to find his voice again, and he called out tentatively, "Brother?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were red unconsciously. He called again: "Brother..."

The man slowly opened his eyes and met Huo Wuyou's gaze.

It was a face that was 50% similar to Huo Wuyou, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised like his, but it looked much more stable, unlike Huo Wuyou, who had a casual and unruly look in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows even though he had no expression on his face.

"Big brother!"

A drop of heat flashed across the corner of Huo Wuyou's eyes for a moment. He knelt beside the bed, his eyes filled with surprise and helplessness. He looked carefully at the person he had met again after a long separation, and the long-lost color of dependence rekindled in his eyes.

Beside the bed, the military doctor said, "My Lord, the young master's external injuries are not life-threatening. He just lost too much blood and is temporarily weak. He needs to rest. In addition..."

Before the military doctor finished speaking, Huo Wuyou was suddenly stunned.

At this moment, Huo Wuji was covered with a quilt, and Huo Wuyou's hand that was about to fall on his arm hit empty air.

But Huo Wuji just smiled as if to comfort him, and slowly stretched out half of his broken arm from under the quilt: "I'm fine, it's an old injury, it won't take my life."

After hesitating for a moment, Huo Wuyou held his broken arm in a daze. The right hand that could hold swords, spears, and halberds and command three armies in the past, had disappeared somewhere from the elbow down.

"Who did it?" Huo Wuyou said coldly: "Who hurt big brother!"

Huo Wuzhi just shook his head and tried to sit up with his left arm. Huo Wuyou hurriedly helped him until he sat firmly. Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, Huo Wuyou dismissed the other people in the tent.

When they were the only two left, Huo Wuji was not in a hurry to mention his injury. He just looked at Huo Wuyou with some relief: "I haven't seen you for a few years. You can lead troops into battle. When I first heard that you were the general of Dayong, I couldn't believe it."

Huo Wuyou just lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Although he had been an idler since childhood, he was born into a family of generals and his father had forced him to learn martial arts and study military tactics since he could remember. He was already very skilled and had even been tied to the battlefield. As for leading troops and fighting, he was not as clueless as the rumors said. It could even be said that he was far better than most of the children of officials in Huajing.

but……

Huo Wuyou said: "But if I could fight with my father and elder brother at the beginning, perhaps everything would not be like this."

"Don't be silly." Huo Wuji said with a smile: "Fortunately you stayed behind at that time, otherwise the Huo family would not even have a leader left."

In order to prevent Huo Wuji from getting sad again, Huo Wuyou suppressed the sobs in his throat and said, "Brother, where have you been these years? Why did you..."

"Beidi." Huo Wuji just lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I have been trapped in Beidi."

He seemed to be stating an ordinary matter, but the slight frown between his brows revealed the pain that was like tearing out his heart at the moment: "I was captured by the Northern Di. They spared my life and tried to force me to tell them the military secrets of Dayong. If I refused to give in, they would cripple my right arm."

After saying that, he smiled slightly: "...In the end, it became like this."

"Brother..." The calmer Huo Wuji was, the more heartbroken Huo Wuyou felt.

Who doesn't know about Huo Wuji, the young master of Lin'an Mansion? He has a distinguished family background, handsome looks, and extraordinary talent since childhood. He started to learn at the age of three, and was taken to the battlefield by Lin'an at the age of ten. He officially led troops at the age of fourteen, and at the age of sixteen, he led a single-handed army to capture the head of a Beidi general.

That year he returned triumphantly, and when he arrived in Huajing, the people lined the streets to welcome him, and the streets were deserted. What a magnificent scene with so many people, wearing fine clothes and riding fine horses... If it hadn't been for that incident, how would the Northern Di have had the courage to invade Dayong?

But in just one night, everything was gone like smoke. When people mentioned this name again, they sighed. They sighed that the great general of Dayong fell in the yellow sand of Yueling Pass, and that the young man with extraordinary talent was reduced to nothing but dust.

When they meet again now, times have changed. How can Huo Wuyou accept that the brother whom he once admired so much has become like this?

"At that time, they told me that my mother was forced to death by the Emperor of Dayong, and advised me to surrender. But they didn't know that I was never for the royal family of Dayong, but for the common people behind me. Even my mother would not want to see me betray the country for her death. What does a mere hand count for?"

Hearing this, Huo Wuyou felt nervous: "Brother knows..."

Looking at Huo Wuyou's tear-stained face, Huo Wuji patted Huo Wuyou's head like he did when he was a child: "Don't cry, I didn't cry, why are you crying? I escaped back this time, and I have something important to hand over to you personally."

As he spoke, he picked up something that looked like a book from his left hand.

Huo Wuyou looked at him hesitantly, then took it and flipped through it, only to find that it contained a whole volume of information about Beidi, ranging from the prices of goods and grain in Beidi to the city defense map of Beidi's key passes.

Huo Wuyou's breathing trembled: With these things, it would be much easier to defeat the Northern Di people, which would be like adding wings to a tiger.

"Brother, you brought these things back from Beidi..."

I don't know how much suffering he endured and how many hardships he went through along the way. No wonder he was seriously injured.

But Huo Wuji's eyes dimmed slightly: "This is indeed not something I did alone. If it weren't for Princess Pingzhang, I wouldn't be able to escape back."

"...Gu Ruxuan?" Huo Wuyou was a little surprised.

Huo Wuji nodded, with a hint of worry in his eyes: "I just don't know if she is okay now."