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"Ah... it hurts... ah... it hurts so much."

Liu Huiye took Wang Bing's pulse and stood beside the couch with a dazed expression.

"This is him?" Liu Huiye rolled up Wang Bing's left sleeve, revealing a large piece of flesh oozing black blood, and looked at Cen Li in shock.

Yes, without the skin, it was really a piece of flesh the size of two palms. Although the scab had scabbed over, it was strange that the wound was bleeding all the time, and it looked like it had just been gouged out.

It was Wang Bing who gouged it out by himself.

Normally it would be invisible if the sleeves were covered, but Cen Li knew about it a long time ago. When he was found in the Zhu Mansion that night, someone scratched a word on that hand with a knife.

"Hey!" Seeing that Cen Li remained silent, Liu Huiye probably didn't want to say it, and sighed heartbroken. No matter who it is, seeing a person whose body is covered in injuries and whose appearance is also ruined will not be in a good mood. .

"He was poisoned before, but he didn't take the antidote in time."

After a long while, Cen Licai forced this sentence through his teeth, and Liu Huiye felt his back go cold after hearing it.

"This poison is overbearing, and taking the antidote late may cause residual poison in his body. This is the phenomenon of taking the antidote after being poisoned. The antidote is not a panacea, and it will take time to exert its effect, but it will not be like this. The Langzhong will be able to clean up the remaining poison in a few days at most, I doubt..."

Cen Li clenched his fist subconsciously, "What do you suspect?"

"The poison 丨 medicine... the dose is too large, although there is an antidote, but it is too late to take it, and only part of the poison is cured... After a long time, the poison that has not been cured in his body has mutated, and the person who made the poison may I may not be able to solve it..."

"..."

It took a long time for Cen Li to regain his ability to speak. Obviously, the tone of his speech had betrayed his superficial calm, "I don't know, he never said, and he even hid that piece of meat from me."

Liu Huiye couldn't put his hand back, so he was exposed to their sight, which was even more cruel to Cen Li than Ling Chi.

It was the first time he saw Cen Li like this. In fact, Liu Huiye still hadn't said a word, and he was afraid that Cen Li would really go crazy if he said it.

It is already a miracle that this person dragged such a body all the way from Runan to Pingyang.

"Uncle Wu, does he... need to drink medicine?"

"It's impossible to prescribe the right medicine. Your Highness, if the poison mutates in the body, you don't know what harm it will do to him. Sudden chest tightness and pain, dryness and heat on the skin, and restless pulse are all possible. He is like a newborn baby now. , a little bit of wind-cold and fever, if you don't manage it... you won't be able to survive."

To put it categorically, Cen Li thought: You are always so ruthless to him, no doctor can say something nice to deceive him.

Cen Li sat on the side of the couch, looking at Wang Bing carefully as if looking at the exquisite patterns of a piece of intricately crafted porcelain. The sadness and despair that shattered from his eyes made Liu Huiye's heart ache. He knew that he was useless anymore. Turn around and go out lightly and close the door.

"No... he's not... no..."

Wang Bing frowned, Cen Li was sure that he must have had a nightmare, otherwise he wouldn't have acted so... fragile in front of him.

Cen Li picked up his hand and put it on the quilt, lay down by himself, and gently stroked Wang Bing's chest to comfort him.

Useless.

"Father...brother...I, it hurts...it hurts."

Really sleepy, Cen Li made fun of him in his heart.

Cen Li hugged him as lightly as possible, and whispered in his injured ear: "When you wake up, let's go, go wherever you want, Dongshan, Xishan, Nanshan, go immediately, I'm afraid... …I won’t be able to go in the future.”

It is very happy to be able to hug someone who is willing to be hugged, but such an intimate and gentle movement is very tormenting for Cen Li. Will this person die suddenly and slowly cool down in his arms?Between them, hugging is actually painful, and only when this person doesn't need to hug him, Cen Li feels that they are actually pretty good.When he didn't know what powerlessness was, he didn't think death was a terrible thing, but now that he knew how terrible death was, he finally tasted powerlessness.

Early in the morning, before the sun showed its face, there was a hazy fog between the sky and the earth.

Wang Bing turned over. He had always worked and rested regularly, and he didn't feel any discomfort. He opened his eyes.

He was used to being alone before, but for some reason now the couch is empty, and he feels quite uncomfortable.

"Young master! Let's eat!"

He Zhinian ran in, followed by a waiter, Cen Li didn't know where to go.

Lifting off the quilt and getting up, Wang Bing felt a tingling pain in his left hand. He saw the shortened sleeves and the white cloth wrapped around his wrists. The clothes on his body were not from yesterday.

Wang Bing was stunned, He Zhinian had already run to the side of the couch, was beating in front of Wang Bing with a bowl and chopsticks, and shouted, "My lord! Eat——rice!"

Wang Bing: "..."

Seeing Wang Bing's pitiful and ridiculous sleeve, He Zhinian threw the bowl aside and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you here? Did that wild dog beat you again? I told you that he is not a good person." , you will suffer by following him."

Wang Bing took the bowl and chopsticks from the couch, and he didn't want to explain anymore. He Zhinian's prejudice against Cen Li, no, against all barbarians has been distorted to an indescribable degree.It seems that in his world all barbarians are heinous, even if they show a little bit of kindness towards a person, in He Zhinian's eyes, it becomes a conspiracy.

Wang Bing went to wash and change his clothes first, and when he came back, he saw the untouched dishes on the table, and sat down to serve him a meal, "Let's eat, do you still want to learn calligraphy today?"

He Zhinian took the bowl and chopsticks, stuffed a mouthful of rice, "I don't want to, it's too boring."

"You are so smart, you can write the word 'he' just after learning how to hold a pen, why don't you want to learn it?"

"Are you so stupid, thinking that writing a few beautiful characters can scare off those who want to bully you? I don't want to learn to write, I want to learn to fight, and my fists are hard, so that I can protect myself,"

"..."

Wang Bing put the bowl on the table, and had no choice but to use "eat without words" to prevaricate He Zhinian's words, but He Zhinian didn't listen to him at all, and took another bite of rice and said, "See how many words you can write?" Read a few poems a word, but in the end you were bullied by that savage dog? If you also know martial arts, if he bullies you, you will beat him back. Will you still live under the fence like today? You are just too weak, understand? To do this— —”

He Zhinian waved his dog-like paws forward, and said triumphantly: "I haven't learned how to punch well yet, when I learn how to punch him, I'll beat him up for you and see him bully you to death. It's weak and stupid, you know?"

"..."

Wang Bing really wanted to know where he learned the idea of ​​"living under the fence", and he was afraid that talking about it would be another meal, so he had to keep silent.

15-year-old He Zhinian still doesn’t understand right and wrong. His parents taught him to be ruthless in order to survive. The barbarians taught him that the weak can only be enslaved. I will hit whoever hits me, but I don't know who is right and who is wrong, who should be hit, and whether I should be beaten.

After a meal, someone came up to clean up the bowls and left.He Zhinian still picked up the pen, ink and bamboo to write and draw.

Sitting behind him, Wang Bing said with a headache, "It's not this hand, you need to use your right hand to hold the pen and write."

"You used this hand to teach me, didn't you? I didn't learn anything wrong, or did you teach it wrong?" He Zhinian tilted his head and smiled cunningly, and wrote the word "King" with full ink.

Wang Bing hurriedly explained: "You can't learn from me. Most people write with their right hand, so they can write from right to left. If you make a mistake like this, people will make fun of you."

"Young master, you taught me, why don't you let me learn from you? Then what should I do?"

"...It's not that you are not allowed to learn from me, it's that you can't imitate what's wrong...what I teach you is wrong, not right...not all of them are wrong, the others are right, anyway, you have to write with this hand."

"It's finished." He Zhinian blew on the bamboo slips, and couldn't wait to show them to Wang Bing.The two "Wang Xin" with correct fonts, each stroke is as regular as an array of soldiers, without a trace of ostentatious brush strokes, it looks like it was written by Wang Bing, although Wang Bing never taught him to write. These two words.

He Zhinian had never written before, and it only took half a day to learn to write with his left hand, and he imitated it perfectly, which was much shorter than Wang Bing's time spent practicing calligraphy with his left hand.Apart from the word genius, Wang Bing couldn't find any other words to describe it.

"Am I writing well? If it's not good, rewrite it. Anyway, if you don't teach me martial arts, I have plenty of time." He Zhinian took back the bamboo slips dangling in front of Wang Bing, dipped in ink, and planned to rewrite it. Wang Bing was behind him. He suddenly reached out and took the pen away.

He Zhinian smiled and said: "What are you doing? Are you going to teach me martial arts?"

"Single-handedly can only kill dozens of people, do you want to learn how to kill thousands of people?"

"Think!" He Zhinian said without hesitation.

"Then you have to learn how to read characters first. When I test you later, if you can answer all the questions correctly, I will teach you."

Holding the pen, Wang Bing wrote the word "kill" on the bamboo slips with his left hand.

It's hard to imagine Wang Bing bravely fighting the enemy with a sword in hand, but he said he would teach himself without any effort, and He Zhinian had no doubts about this.He didn't recognize this strange word, looked up, and saw a light flickering in Wang Bingru's calm and unfathomable eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Cen Li walked in, saw Wang Bing holding a pen in his left hand, and cast a meaningful glance at He Zhinian.

"We're learning Chinese characters, you're disturbing us, please get out." He Zhinian leaned back on purpose, leaned into Wang Bing's arms, looked at Cen Li triumphantly and smiled.

Cen Li: "..."

Wang Bing saw that Cen Li was in a bad mood and wanted to come to him for something, so he pushed He Zhinian and said, "The bamboo slips are not enough, go get some more."

This excuse was very clumsy, Wang Bing thought that He Zhinian must be having trouble again, but he heard He Zhinian say: "Okay, I'll get it."

Wang Bing paused, He Zhinian turned around, his small hands climbed onto Wang Bing's shoulders, and he entangled himself like a spider preying on him. He quickly tightened his arms and let them go, completely ignoring Wang Bing's feelings, and held them up to everyone like a winner. Show your prey, demonstrations in general.

Wang Bing: "..."

After He Zhinian felt that he had given Cen Li a severe blow, he got off the table and walked out.

"Stop writing, you want to teach him the art of war?" Cen Li naturally sat next to Wang Bing, picked up the bamboo slips and looked at them, the three words above were written by the same person. "I knew it when you wrote this word. You want to teach him to kill, but you don't know martial arts, so you teach him to arrange troops and plan thousands of miles?"

Wang Bing smiled, "It's not as powerful as you said. A gentleman should focus on the basics, and the Dao will be born from the foundation. Teach him to read first, read "The Analects of Confucius" and "The Classic of Filial Piety", and teach him the art of war later. He is very smart, even if you teach him now He can learn it, but he is still young, he can't tell right from wrong, and he can easily make big mistakes."

Cen Li took his pen, wrote the word "Qing" on the bamboo slip, and asked, "Does your hand still hurt?"

"Flesh wounds, it's okay. Do you have anything to do with me?"

Cen Li: "You never taught me how to write..."

Wang Bing thought for a long time before saying, "I'm left-handed, so I can't teach you, and you already know..."

Cen Li quit, threw the pen and bamboo slips aside, fixed Wang Bing's head with one hand, and sealed his lips.

From the corner of Wang Bing's eyes, he saw a piece of square yellow cloth falling out of Cen Li's cuff, but he couldn't speak, so he pulled Cen Li's sleeve with his hand, trying to remind him.

"Don't move, let me hug you for a while." Cen Li said while taking a breath for Wang Bing.

"...dropped...dropped..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cen Li's soft lips came up again, asking for Wang's recovery before letting him go.

Hu people don't comb their hair in a bun, so Wang Bing went to the countryside to do as the Romans do. Cen Li carefully combed his messy hair.

"Wang Qing?"

"Ok?"

"You are also a prisoner."

"..."

Liang people combed their hair in a bun as soon as they reached the crown age, while Hu people wore their hair disheveled or shaved off only a handful of hair, which was called kunfa, which was considered indecent and vulgar by Liang people. contempt for people.

Cen Ligai stroked Wang Bing's head, and then rumpled his hair.

Wang Bing: "..."

"Come on, look." Finally got down to business, Cen Li finally restrained himself, reached into his sleeve and fumbled for a long time, Wang Bing had already picked it up for him, handed it to him and said, "Looking for this?"

Cen Li took it and opened it, "Yes! This is the map of Pingyang City, look. The red dots on it are the five hundred cavalry left by my father. They were scattered in the city disguised as ordinary people. And here, go out of the city About fifty miles away, it is the place where the war horses are raised. Now the city is empty, and the prefect Gongsun Cao has never fought a battle. We plan to make a surprise attack tonight and take Pingyang City."

Looking at the map, Wang Bing frowned and asked, "Gongsun Cao? How many people does he have?"

"Less than a thousand, all of them are cavalry. There are not many people, and they all live on the city wall and in the enemy buildings. I have seen Gongsun Cao. He has a wine bag and a rice bucket. He even let the soldiers rob in the city, and said that the soldiers This is a reward for their hard work in the war. The people in the city have long held grudges against the soldiers, but they dare not turn against them. We can take the opportunity to enter when there is a gap between the soldiers and the people."

Cen Li saw that Wang Bing's expression was not right, and asked, "What? Do you recognize him?"

Wang Bing took a deep breath, let it out, pressed his eyebrows and said weakly: "Gongsun Cao and I used to be classmates. We used to study together in the palace school. He is not a bag of wine and rice at all." If you reject it, if you go, you will prevent it, and then China will not be disturbed, and the border will be safe' is the policy theory he put forward. He was only 21 years old at the time, and he was favored by doctors. Going to the funeral in Pingyang, I thought he had..."

In the fourth year of Anxi, when Liu Ge moved his capital to Pingyang, what happened to the Liang people was almost predictable.

Wang Bing put down the map and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, "Gongfuxue is a place for princes, princes and meritorious officials to study Confucian classics. Common people can't get in. His father, General Sima Ye of Pingwei, is a family friend. It was only through this relationship that he was able to enter the palace school to study. He is really a genius and a general. He is extremely talented, so he is envied by many classmates. When I left, many doctors sighed at this, saying that the country lost another talented person."

"Is he actually this kind of person?" Cen Li's expression changed again and again, "So his absurd methods of governing the army and his rhetoric on paper are superficial. Could it be that he is covering up something?"

Wang Bing: "Actually, what I want to know more is why he is willing to be an official of Chu State."

It stands to reason that the Xiongnu occupied Pingyang. A man as smart and educated as he is, who understands the righteousness of the country, should hate the Hu people to the bone. How could he be willing to be the prefect of Pingyang in Chu?

Wang Bing withdrew his gaze and looked at Cen Li, "There may not be tricks on the outside. Tonight is not the time. Gongsun Cao is by no means as simple as you imagined. Believe me, Cen Li, you will never want to fight when the army is only half of the enemy's strength." Go up against someone like Chongyan!"

"It's really strange for you to say that. What is he a Liang man doing to guard the city for Jie Nu? I'll tell Uncle Wu right now and tell them to stand still. By the way, I almost forgot..." Cen Li touched it carefully from his sleeve. A thumb-sized thing came out, milky white, it looked like a jade ring.

"This is for you." Cen Li straightened the red silk thread wearing the jade ring, held it in front of Wang Bing and shook it, the jade ring in the middle exuded a round luster.

Wang Bing was still thinking about Gongsun Cao at first, but when he saw this piece of jade, there was only one sentence in his mind: There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as cutting and grinding.

"Everyone knows that He's Bi was made into the imperial seal of Chuanguo, but they didn't know that there was also a He's ring. It is said that this jade ring was made by grinding the remaining materials for 49 days after He's jade was made into the imperial seal. You Wear it and play."

"..."

"Jade Fu" records the origin of Heshibi as follows: "When it hides in the Jingye and embraces the uncutness, everyone regards it as a stone, and only sees it from Bianzi."It is about a jade craftsman named Bian He accidentally found a piece of jade in Jingshan and took it home. The unpolished jade looks like a stone. Others say it is a stone, but Bian He is sure of it. It's a baby.Later, Bian He presented this "stone" treasure to King Li of Chu. The jade worker concluded that it was a stone, so Bian He was punished for deceiving the king and had his left foot cut off. The jade was presented to the enthroned King Wu, but the jade worker still said it was an ordinary stone, and Bian He had his right foot cut off. For two days and two nights, King Wen sent someone to ask Bian He when he heard about it. Bian He said: "I am not sad to cut a gem, but to inscribe it with a stone, and to call it a lie for a chaste man, so I am sad!" Someone cut open the jade, and it turned out to be precious jade. Later, this piece of precious jade was carved into a royal seal, which became a symbol of imperial power.

What Bian He said was actually very meaningful. He said that he cried because gems were said to be stones, and loyal celebrities were mistaken for bullies.His legs were cut off when he presented jade with sincerity, and he didn't hold any grudges. He just cried bitterly at the foot of Jingshan Mountain holding the precious jade that others thought was a "stone".

In this story, Cen Li also knew that it was not because He's Bi was praised as a priceless gem that he gave it to Wang Bing, but because the protagonist in the story, Bian He, was somewhat different from Wang Bing in some places. resemblance.

Wang Bing looked at Yuhuan, then at Cen Li, and saw his own reflection in his light-colored eyes.

He's Bi is priceless, as long as anyone who has read the book knows this.

Wang Bing: "Heshihuan is priceless. In the future, there will be many places where money will be used for military supplies, so you can't give it to me."

Cen Li held the two ends of the red thread with both hands, helped Wang Bing put it on, and climbed up, "You must be the reincarnation of Bian He, because only you believe it is the Heshi ring. I didn't lie to you, it's really carved." The imperial seal is made of Heshi jade."

The implication is that it is worthless, because it is unbelievably made of the same material as Yuxi.Because no one believed it, it really became a "rock".But whether a thing is valuable or not cannot be judged by others, and Bian He sacrificed his two legs to prove this truth.And Cen Li is not Bian He, he will not hold the "stone" and tell everyone that it is a treasure, and he can't afford the price of being sober while everyone is drunk.

Wang Bing felt some itching on his neck, his whole body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice, "I... just believe you."

After tying the red thread, Cen Li left Wang Bing's body, without frivolously asking for it. He followed the red thread and vaguely saw the mottled bite marks. He felt deep self-blame and regret for hurting him by his brutal behavior the night before yesterday.

The red string passed through the small hole in the middle of the jade, and Cen Li helped him hide the jade ring hanging on his chest in his clothes, looking at the person he regarded as a treasure: "I'm leaving, I will definitely come back early tonight to have dinner with you." Said After getting up, ready to turn around.

Wang Bing pulled his sleeve and shouted, "Hua Xin..."

"Ok?"

Wang Bing looked at him steadily, "Take me to see Gongsun Cao, he is a man of temperament, let me try, maybe we can fight without bloodshed."

History is always surprisingly similar, which reminds Cen Li of the scene in Runan County where he watched Wang Bing leave for Han Mansion at the gate of Qi Mansion. irreparable situation.With the lessons learned from the past, he did not dare to let Wang Bing leave easily.

Cen Li bent down, put one hand on the back of Wang Bing's head, and kissed him lightly and swiftly, bit him as a punishment, and then left, resting his forehead on Wang Bing's forehead.

"Okay, I'll go with you."