I don't want this golden finger

In the southern border of Vietnam, summer is scorching hot.

He Jianqing walked out of the general's tent with a worried expression. The weather was stuffy and hot. Even if the armor was the lightest, he would still be sweating profusely even if he moved a little.

This is the No. 15 battle with Feng Guo since May. Feng Guo seems to be determined to capture this small border town. Waves of attacks, big and small, make people not very annoying.

The soldiers in southern Xinjiang were all complaining. It’s nothing more than an old fritter who has been here for a few years. Like He Jianqing, who has only been here for a few months, he has not adapted to the climate throughout the year, and the customs and customs are even worse. With a little knowledge, life is still not as usual, and when Feng Guo is reckless, he comes to fight every now and then and then retreats, everyone is holding back his anger and has nowhere to vent his anger.

The heat is hard to dissipate, and a battle exhausted his physical strength almost to the bottom, but General Zhaoyuan is a master of love, so he insisted on letting him talk for more than half an hour, analyzing this battle from every corner , came to the conclusion that victory was a fluke.

It was indeed a fluke, He Jianqing tore off his collar vigorously, and looked at the battlefield ahead, where there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a victory piled up with blood.

"Master?" He Cheng, who had been following him all the time, found that he had been standing still, and asked aloud.

The scorching sun is in the sky, if you spend more time in the sun, you may suffer from heat stroke.What's more, He Jianqing was in a mess, bloodstained, and he didn't know if he was injured.As soon as the battle was over, General Zhaoyuan, who was in charge, summoned him urgently, and he didn't even have time to ask the military doctor to take a look.

He Jian smelled the strong smell of blood in the hot and humid air, and looked back at He Cheng with a bad complexion.

He Cheng was brought by him from Huiyuanhou's residence in the capital city. He was both his deputy and his attendant. He had been with him for five or six years, and he was looking at him with worried eyes.

"You go back first, I'll take a look." He Jianqing pulled off the belt, took off the armor and threw it to He Cheng, and left after speaking.

Holding the heavy armor, He Cheng followed a few steps, stopped again, sighed, and went back helplessly.

He Jianqing walked towards the battlefield that was being cleaned. Soldiers came in twos and threes, and placed the wounded and dead companions and captives in different categories.

He Jianqing walked past them and saw the companion who brought him a big watermelon a few days ago, as well as many faces he knew.

The longer he watched, the more agitated he became. There was an urge to pick up his saber and rush into Feng Guo's camp to kill them all.

"Be careful!" someone yelled at him.

He Jianqing tripped over something, which caused him to rush forward, and managed to stabilize his figure without falling.

He looked around and found that what almost made him fall was a small iron chain, about the thickness of a finger, which was tied around his hands.

The hand was very white and thin, and the owner of the hand was being pressed down by the corpse of a Feng Guoren, so he couldn't see his appearance.

He Jian waved lightly to let the person who was going to come forward to help back down, and walked over to push the corpse away, only then did he see the person's appearance clearly.

This is a Feng Guoren dressed in coarse cloth, with a small body and slender limbs, not only the wrists, but also the ankles are tied with iron chains.

He was lying face down, there were no wounds on his body, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"My lord, be careful!" Two soldiers came up beside He Jianqing to prevent him from making a surprise attack.

He Jianqing ignored them, and kicked the other person's waist with his toe, but the person didn't move, and turned him over again, revealing the person's face.

This person looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, his face was small and covered with dust, making him look pitiful.

The soldiers looked at each other, and some of them stopped what they were doing and whispered together, discussing the identity of this person.

He Jianqing was also puzzled.

Looking at this man's appearance, he is wearing the clothes of the common people of Feng State, and his hands and feet are tied up with chains. He cannot move easily. He cannot be a soldier of Feng State. How could he come to the battlefield?

Or, is it a spy sent by Feng Guo?Then why do you have to tie your hands and feet again?

While the few people present were discussing and guessing, the people on the ground suddenly coughed heavily, and the soldiers behind He Jianqing immediately became vigilant, and the two men pointed their knives at him to prevent accidents.

After the young man coughed heavily, he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were like black jade, his eyelashes were lightly fanned, and he looked confusedly at the heads gathered together in front of him, as well as the gleaming knife. The light flashed so that he closed his eyes again.

A strange feeling that he couldn't understand passed through He Jianqing's heart. The young man's blank eyes were gently flapped by his eyelashes, as if he was about to open a door——

This idea just flashed by, He Jianqing didn't have time to grasp it, and heard a sound of iron chains rattling, he looked down intently, the young man seemed to wake up, realized where he was, and was getting up with all four limbs , He knelt down on his knees and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. He opened his innocent eyes and looked over pitifully.

He was looking at He Jianqing, as if he knew that he was the boss here.

"Forgiveness, forgiveness..." The young man spoke in Feng Guo's dialect, with a soft voice, a little timid and ignorant.

This small border town is on the border between Yue State and Feng State, and people live together. He Jianqing has been here for a few months, and he can roughly understand some Feng State dialect.

Naturally, the same was true of the soldiers behind him. Now that they had confirmed their status as young men, they came to seek He Jianqing's opinion.

"My lord, I'm afraid this person is a spy of Feng Guo, how should I deal with it?" one of them asked.

He Jian suppressed the strangeness in his heart lightly, and said, "Take it to Guan Zhongyi."

"Yes! Get up." The soldier who received the order and another person arrested the young man and escorted him back to the camp.

The sound of the iron chain choking and rattling gradually faded away, and disappeared in He Jianqing's eyes together with the helplessness and fear in the young man's eyes.

At dusk, He Jianqing finished dealing with all matters on the battlefield, went back to wash up briefly, changed into a thin shirt, and saw He Cheng serving dinner, and then remembered it.

He Cheng is about the same age as the young man, and his figure also only reaches his shoulders, but he is quite darker than the young man.

"You eat first, I'll go find Guan Zhongyi." After speaking, he walked out.

He Cheng hurriedly followed: "Young master, at least we go after dinner, it's going to be dark today."

"Well, you eat first, I'll go back as soon as I go." He Jian waved his hand lightly, leaving He Cheng's concern behind him.

When he passed by, Guan Zhongyi was enjoying the shade under a big tree with half a watermelon.

Guan Zhongyi is his good friend in Beijing. He is four or five years older than him. He has broad shoulders and a round waist. He looks cheerful with a fat face, and his usually shrewd eyes are half-closed wantonly at this moment.

Seeing He Jianqing appear, Guan Zhongyi patted his side, there was half a watermelon there.

"Come and sit, it's too hot today, I'm about to be roasted."

He Jianqing didn't sit down, he went straight to the point and asked, "Where is that person?"

Guan Zhongyi spit out a watermelon seed far away with a "poof", but didn't remember it for a moment: "Who?"

"Feng Guoren, wearing an iron chain." He Jianqing said patiently.

Guan Zhongyi immediately remembered, he said "Oh", and then said: "He, it's closed, I can't ask anything, there seems to be a problem here." He freed his hand and nodded his forehead.

He Jian heard the words lightly, turned around and left: "I'll go and have a look."

When Guan Zhongyi heard this, he immediately threw the watermelon and chased after him. He asked as he walked, "I heard it was found in a crowd of people? How did you find it? You look like an ordinary person, you..."

He said a lot along the way, but He Jianqing kept listening to them all. When he arrived at the place where the prisoners of war were held, He Jianqing saw the young man huddled in the corner at a glance.

He was locked in the same place as other Feng Guo prisoners, but he didn't fit in with the others. He huddled into a ball with his back against the wall, and his eyes were fixed on the outside.

When he saw He Jianqing at a glance, the boy's eyes were like a torch lit in the dark night, and his spirit immediately lit up.

He leaned on the railing and stood up, his eyes followed He Jian lightly, watching him come to him, but when he saw Guan Zhongyi behind him, he shrank suddenly, and the fire in his eyes was extinguished.

"Who are you?" He Jianqing stood still in front of the young man, ignoring the vicious words of Feng Guo's captives cursing his eight generations of ancestors.

He was not very proficient in Feng Guo dialect, and his speech was a bit weird, which attracted ridicule from the group of people.

Guan Zhongyi raised his leg and kicked one of them hard: "Shut up!"

The young man seemed to gain courage from it, he moved closer, looked at He Jianqing sincerely, but shook his head in fear, and replied: "I don't know... I forgot..."

"Then what do you remember?" He Jian asked softly.

The young man thought hard, then lowered his head in disappointment: "No more..."

He Jianqing turned his head to look at Guan Zhongyi, who spread his hands and said, "I told you so".

"I can't ask anything, don't you believe my methods?" Guan Zhongyi understands why He Jianqing is interested in this young man from Feng Guo, "It's really weird, why do you say he looks so weak? Survived? Still unharmed?!"

He Jianqing didn't have an answer, and if he wanted to know, he had to confess it himself.

But since Guan Zhongyi couldn't even ask, it was obvious that the young man was telling the truth, he really didn't remember anything, it was not a trick.

"Let me ask, you let him out."

Guan Zhongyi was taken aback for a moment, then waved to the guarding soldiers to open the door and carried the young man out.

The young man yelled "Ah, it hurts..." and was brought to He Jianqing like a little chicken, standing shyly, looking like a homeless wanderer, suddenly in front of He Jianqing. I don't know where.

He Jianqing found that the strange feeling when he first saw the boy resurfaced in his heart again, especially when the boy raised his eyes and glanced over, he clearly felt something stirred in his heart.

"You—" He Jianqing was about to ask, his eyes glanced at the young man's clothes, and he found that perhaps because of the tugging just now, his collar fell apart, revealing a small piece of skin and a section of red string.

"Ah!" The young man exclaimed, subconsciously grabbed He Jianqing's forearm with both hands, his eyes were full of horror.

But He Jianqing couldn't care less, he pulled the red rope out of the young man's neck, and saw a small hollow golden ball appearing in his palm.

Guan Zhongyi was about to ask a question, but when he saw He Jianqing's expression, he immediately stopped.

I saw that He Jian's right hand holding the ball lightly trembled slightly, his left hand stretched out towards his neck, hooked his fingers, and also hooked out a section of red rope, pulled hard, and brought his hands together, one left and one right, two The identical golden ball shocked the three of them together.

Guan Zhongyi looked left and right, and was extremely surprised: "This..."

He Jian looked lightly at the young man in front of him, and said word by word: "Yu Xuan, your name is Yu Xuan..."