feud

It was ten years ago that the Seven Kings rebelled, and Han Kuang, the seven Liang Dynasty gravediggers who would only make things worse, knew each other.Chen Man, that is indeed an out-and-out monster who lives for desire, he and Zhuge Gong have the same idea on this point.It's just that he doesn't know that behind this loser there are even more failed things. That disgusting history of brother-in-law wars seems to have passed, and it seems that it hasn't.

"There will be someone who can live under the clutches of the Huns for ten years..." Han Kuang sighed and said blankly: "Zhuge Gong, are we defending against the enemy? Are we defending our home and country?"

This was the first time Han Kuang called him. Zhuge Gong knew that this kind and righteous general of the town army had really encountered a problem, and said: "He is no longer the son of the prince, no, he is not even counted as a Liangren, he It is an unchangeable fact that he is the military advisor of Chu State. Ten years can make a person completely reborn, and it is even more terrifying. The more he hates his crazy father, the more loyal he will be to the barbarians. What is the position of a military advisor? Can sit in such a high position, do you think he still cares about the distinction between Hu and Liang, and how much threat he brings to their Jiangshan with the surname Chen?"

As long as Chen Jieyuan is in the Chu camp for one day, those unaccompanied people who have been devastated by the war will seek refuge in him, just like He Ji.Han Kuang was able to kill a Hu thief without blinking an eye, but he had nothing to do with people like He Ji. They were just weeds that were accidentally trampled when they were bitten by wild beasts. Weeds have no ideas, so the war is to protect these poor people Xiaocao, isn't it?

Han Kuang bit his lower lip, looked at Zhuge Gong's serious expression, nodded slowly, took a deep breath, and said, "You are right, I just never thought that I would live on the same land as Zhuge Gong. If the people of Daliang become enemies, and the purpose of fighting is to defend the country, can this practice of stabbing the people of Daliang with knives or being stabbed into their own bodies by the people of Daliang really protect the Liang Dynasty from being invaded?"

"This is different. Han Wangshan, if you don't do this, more people will die."

Han Kuang: "...I have to tell Your Majesty about this matter. Chen Jieyuan is the brother of the emperor. This is a big matter. I must think about it carefully."

"Then what are you going to do with He Ji?" Zhuge Gong poured himself another bowl of water, it was cold. "If you keep him, you are giving him a chance to climb onto your couch."

Han Kuang: "..."

Han Kuang secretly rejoiced that he didn't drink water from a big bowl like Zhuge Gong, otherwise he would have sprayed into a beautiful landscape.

Zhuge Gong stared at Han Kuang's face seriously.

"...You can't leave it alone, let him go back and continue to serve Chongyan? Killing him...is not good for our army..." Han Kuang was stared at by him, and his voice became quieter as he spoke.In the end, in order to get back the face of the general of the town army, he bit his lower lip and said: "He must know something else, besides, Chen Jieyuan can take him in, but we don't take him in, wouldn't it be chilling?"

Zhuge Gong immediately accepted his words decisively, and said: "Yes. Tie his neck and tie him here. You are not allowed to see him when I am not here."

"No, what happened to you today? Who messed with you?"

"He is not a kind person. Really, Han Wangshan, I have seen too many people like this. If you give him food, he can do anything! The terrible thing is that you don't have to give him food, anyone It will be all right."

"He Ji is just the epitome of this war. If we can't save more people like him, then what's the point of me standing here? I know that saving one person can't change this chaotic world, but Zhuge Gong, don't you I know... I have been saved by others before, and I know the feeling of being trampled on by others."

"I..." Of course Zhuge Gong didn't know, he was big enough to accept all sudden disasters, last year he took over the identity of Wang Fu's student in a fit of enthusiasm, and then almost died inexplicably. Even so, he has never regretted it, let alone harbored a grudge. He is just so heartless, because no matter how difficult the situation is, he believes that he can make a comeback by himself, so he became the General Cheqi.

As long as you have hope in your heart and don't linger on inferiority complex, what about troubled times?Isn't this a better and bigger stage?No one knows who fell from the high platform and was smashed to pieces at this moment, and no one knows which grassroots have risen in the dirty house with four walls. This stage will only give the king a role, and self-deprecating is the loser's The privilege does not belong to Zhuge Gong.

Han Kuang lowered his head, he was ashamed of his self-indulgent sentimentality, every word he said was not what a general who can only win but not lose should say.

The two stood in silence like this, and no one spoke for a long time.

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"Can't talk?!" Cen Li sat in the carriage, almost spilling the porridge in his hand.

Wang Bing smiled helplessly, put the stove beside him, and said, "It's okay, I can talk." His voice was hoarse and small.

"My lord, if you say one more word, I can only seal your mouth with a cloth." He Zhinian put the silver needle on the fire, roasted it, and put it into a cloth bag.Of course he was the one who bluffed Cen Li when he couldn't speak, but his throat was slightly inflamed. This man suffered so much from the king's illness, and he couldn't poison his job, so He Zhinian thought of a way to play him - to exaggerate Wang Bing's physical condition frightened him, and he tried everything.

"Stop talking." Cen Li carefully helped him up from the thick layers of mink fur blankets. Wang Bing was just caught in the wind and cold, so he was not too weak to get up, but he still obediently let Cen Li get up. He opened his mouth obediently to catch the spoon that was about to reach his mouth, but the spoon that slipped into his mouth was not hard and cold.

"Um……"

Wang Bing felt something being pushed into his mouth, something sweet, sliding down his throat to his abdomen, the soft and flexible tongue was still sweeping wildly in his mouth, entangled and flinched, igniting desire like a prairie fire, this The kiss lasted for a long time, but Wang Bing didn't feel suffocated, but rather reluctant.

"Here, take it." Cen Li handed him the stove and said, "I'll feed you."

This time, Cen Li fed him very honestly, spoon by spoon, and Wang Bing took it all as he ordered. not yet.

"It's getting dark." Wang Bing put down the curtain of the car, looked at the sky outside, waited for a while, and an eagle flew over from a distance that was about to fall into darkness, landed on the window of the car, shaking its head and pecking at its wings.

After walking for a day, the mountain was just outside the city, Cen Li ordered the whole army to rest, and climbed into Wang Bing's carriage by himself.He looked at the bird with a black body, and looked at Wang Bing curiously, meaning "you even took the bird under the banner".

"The one left by my father, Haidongqing, has a human nature, but this one is black, so it's a different kind." Wang Bing untied the small bamboo tube tied to Haidongqing's feet, pulled out the paper inside, and unfolded it. The four words.

Shang, Xi, Guang, and a small Wei character.

Cen Li: "What do you mean?"

"Shangdongmen, Ximingmen, and Guangyangmen, these three places are weakly defended by the Chu army." Wang Bing put the paper into the lamp, and said: "Last year, the Chongyan army was divided into three groups. The three gates of Xia and Xiyang attacked Luoyang, logically speaking, they would not leave any openings for others, and Chen Jieyuan would not be so careless... What's wrong?"

Cen Li kept staring at the paper. Wang Bing thought he was going to study it again, so he handed it over. Cen Li took it, put the paper close to the lamp and burned it, saying: "I mean this bird, why did you say Is it heterogeneous?"

"'Carved out of Liaodong, the most handsome one is called the sea dongqing'. Legend has it that only one sea dongqing emerges out of 300 eagles. Usually, the sea dongqing is white, brown and red. It is said that this pure black bird is [-] Only one comes out every year, which is extremely rare."

"This kind of bird is hard to tame, isn't it?" Cen Li stretched out his hand to touch it, but Hai Dongqing's sharp and long beak pecked the back of Cen Li's hand till it bled. "It's not friendly to its father at all."

Wang Bing couldn't help laughing, and reached out to tear off his sleeve to bandage Cen Li's wound, Cen Li waved his hand.

"It's not very difficult to boil an eagle, but Haidongqing is worse. When my father first got this guy, it couldn't fly. He dropped it from upstairs several times a day. When it could fly, it would be hungry again." After a few days and nights, I was finally allowed to feed it meat, and only then did it recognize me."

Hai Dongqing jumped into the carriage, spread out those feet-long wings, and looked at Cen Li as if asking for credit.

Cen Li: "..."

"It likes you very much." Wang Bing said, Haidongqing immediately put away its pair of proud wings, and jumped onto Wang Bing's lap a few times, the big eagle immediately turned into a chicken, and even rolled over Come.Cen Li saw the pair of hook-like claws leaving scratches on the car window, and looked at Wang Bing's trouser legs with only a few wrinkles, and secretly sweated.

Goldfish stewed sea Dongqing should be a delicacy in the world.

Wang Bing seemed to be used to Hai Dongqing's coquettish playfulness, so he said to Cen Li, "What do you want Sima Heng to investigate? Tell this Nizi to run errands as punishment for pecking his father."

Cen Li: "Let's not talk about this for now. Why didn't you say you raised eagles before?"

"I was still too young at the time when I boiled the eagle. Once Haidongqing got snake gall from somewhere and put it on my bed. After my father found out, he stopped letting it follow me. I gradually forgot about it. Sima Heng Said that Haidongqing flew into my father's tent last year, and my father was probably gone at that time, and the bird scratched the quilt and tent, so he had no choice but to find a cage to lock Haidongqing up and keep him with him all the time."

Cen Li was determined not to touch Hai Dongqing, but Wang Bing put one hand on its back and covered its mouth with the other, and the bird obediently let Cen Li caress it.

Cen Li asked, "Does it have a name?"

Wang Bing said: "No, now that it's grown up, it won't recognize anything you call it."

Cen Li said disappointedly: "Oh."

Wang Bing smiled lightly, and said: "You get one for him? It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it, we just want to be happy."

Cen Li looked at Hai Dongqing seriously, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "Gu Yun...Gu Yun, what do you think?"

Wang Bing slowly let go of the hand covering Guyun's beak, and said with a smile, "'All the birds fly high, and Guyun goes to idle alone'. You see, it should be very satisfied if it doesn't peck you."

"Really." Cen Li exclaimed, the joy was beyond words, the scar was healed and he forgot the pain, Cen Li stretched out his hand, and smiled brightly, "Gu Yun, come and let my father hug me, I will always rely on your father..."

Cen Li didn't know that Gu Yun was the king of eagles, and when he looked up, he carried a contemptuous meaning of "you are all ministers under one step", not pecking it is already a great gift for his master's face, this hug …

Just as Wang Bing was about to make a sound to stop him, Gu Yun jumped up with lightning speed, and clawed at Cen Li's outstretched wrist with iron hook-like claws, bringing out several flying flesh and blood.The accident happened in an instant, and when Cen Li realized it, the animal spread its long wings and swished out of the carriage window.

Cen Li: "..."

Wang Bing: "..."

Cen Li just didn't like to come to Wang Bing wearing armor. The scratch was real, there was no water at all, but it didn't hurt very much. He felt like being scratched by a cat.

Wang Bing had already torn most of his sleeves off. He dug out the golden sore medicine from the corner of the carriage and grabbed Cen Li's wrist. The oppressive feeling of absence.