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The breakfast of Baitiefutu was settled in the tent near the city gate, which was the place where Cen Li took Wang Bing to eat porridge.

There was a teahouse close by, Zhong Yi squinted his eyes and pouted his mouth to stare at the two people opposite, just like looking at two silly dogs used by people for display.

Zhong Yi: "It's really just a drill?"

Sun Li and Gao Yue nodded at the same time.

Zhong Yi frowned and sipped his tea, still feeling something was wrong.

Sun Li looked at Zhong Yi in fear, and took a sip of tea himself. He paused for a moment as if thinking of something, and sprayed it all out: "Oops! The golden key happened suddenly last night. I forgot to give it to you. Your Highness!"

Zhong Yi wiped the tea all over his face: "What golden key?"

Sun Li told the story, turned around and saw Gao Yue's bulging cheeks, and sighed secretly.

Zhong Yi looked like "you're quite powerful", and said haha: "It turns out that's the case, Sun Li, your luck is really unstoppable hahahaha, you are considered young among us, I didn't expect my siblings to get it so quickly, when will I ask my brothers to have a wedding together?"

Sun Li cried in his heart: I beg you to shut up.

"What kind of wine are you eating? Have some tea!" Gao Yue splashed the cold tea on Zhong Yi's face, and left on the spot.

Zhong Yi wiped the tea all over his face again, and said: "...Which muscle is wrong with him?"

Sun Liteng stood up, ran out with oil on his feet, and said from a distance: "Don't be angry, I'll pour a bowl of tea on him to avenge you!"

-

Mansion.

After Zhuang Mingchen and his daughter finished their breakfast, they went out to deal with some business matters. Zhuang Shenqiu was the only one left in charge of the family. The maid Xiaojia brought breakfast and came to the courtyard where Wang Bing lived.

Xiaojia: "Girl, the master said that no one is allowed to enter here. Is this really okay?"

"Heaven knows, the earth knows, you know, I know. If you don't tell me, how would he know?" Zhuang Shenqiu stepped into the yard. This is a treasured place of geomantic omen, with beautiful scenery and ingenious layout. Clean and elegant, it makes people feel like they are in the deep mountains and wild forests, a pot of wine is like a small river and lake.

"I didn't know there was such a treasure in my house." Zhuang Shenqiu watched while walking, the goldfish floating on the water were startled by the sound of people's footsteps, and a group of them all dived into the water and disappeared.

Before reaching the front of the house, the door opened, Zhuang Shenqiu looked away from the lotus, and landed on Cen Li.

She heard people say that there is a distinguished guest living here, and the master does not allow anyone to enter, it is very mysterious, so she wanted to come and have a look.

Both of them had embarrassment on their faces.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Cen Li really didn't like this woman, but he didn't dislike her either.

Xiao Jia directly pissed her off: "My girl will bring you breakfast, if you don't appreciate it, we'll feed it to the dogs."

Cen Li: "..."

Judging from Zhuang Shenqiu's attitude towards him last night, this breakfast should probably be delivered to Sun Li on the city wall.Although it seemed that something was wrong, they were Zhuang Mingchen's favorite after all, and they still cooperated, so they couldn't offend anyone now.

Cen Li: "Thank you, I have eaten."

"That's how she talks, don't worry about it." Zhuang Shenqiu turned around, and dragged Xiao Jia to the gate of the courtyard.

"Wait." Cen Li walked in front of them, his tone still not salty: "If you don't mind, feed the food to the fish."

Zhuang Shenqiu raised his eyes to look at him, he understood clearly, and said: "Xiaojia, give him the food box."

Xiaojia: "There are so many fish, is this fish a lion?"

Zhuang Shenqiu: "Just give it to him, you talk too much."

Cen Li took the food box, thanked them, and sent them a short walk.Zhuang Shenqiu said goodbye to him politely, thanked him, and turned to leave.

-

I ate some food last night, this morning Cen Li asked Wang Bing, he said he was not hungry, Cen Li knew he was still sad and couldn’t eat, but if he didn’t take breakfast medicine, he couldn’t drink the medicine, Cen Li’s kindness finally made Wang Bing suffer Soft.Wang Bing was in a better mood, but he changed his mind considering that Cen Li didn't eat.

Early in the morning, He Zhinian brought food and medicine, and the three of them ate breakfast together. Wang Bing taught He Zhinian the art of war, and Cen Li listened with interest.Halfway through hearing it, Cen Li suddenly said that someone had come into the yard, Wang Bing stopped and waited for Cen Li to come back.

Cen Li opened the door, came in and closed it again, put the food box on the ground casually, and said, "It's Zhuang Shenqiu, Zhuang Mingchen's daughter, who came to deliver food. I'll take it, but I don't want to eat it."

Wang Bing went up to meet him, and said casually: "You are quite considerate of other girls."

If the food box is not collected, it will hurt the girl's heart, and they still live in her house, so I have to give them some face.

Unexpectedly, when Cen Li heard this, he picked up the food box again and walked over to open the door.

Wang Bing knew something was wrong when he saw his eyes, and hurriedly said, "Wait, what are you doing?"

Cen Li: "Throw it away." After saying that, he really opened the door, as if he was going to throw it in the owner's yard.

Wang Bing didn't know whether to laugh or cry and pulled him back, closing the door.He called He Zhinian and said, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

He Zhinian had an expression of "this is poisonous, take it away from me".

Wang Bing: "..." It's shameful to waste it, you guys.

Wang Bing sighed, took the food box from Cen Li, put it on the case, and said, "Forget it, don't throw it away. Let's continue."

He Zhinian's bamboo slips could only stand aside, he was unhappy, and shouted: "It's blocking me, son, take it away!"

Wang Bing: "..." You can do whatever you want.

-

After nearly half a month of peaceful days, He Zhinian is very smart and has a memory comparable to that of Wang Bing, but in terms of reading speed, Wang Bing can basically remember it in just a cup of tea, but he wants to Take nearly a meal.

He Zhinian wrung out the cloth to wipe Wang Bing's face, his hands trembling slightly, forced a smile, and said, "My lord, the day after tomorrow will be Liqiu."

"I saw that the goldfish in the pond were starving. Yesterday, when I was reciting books by the pond, the bamboo slips fell, and the group of stupid fishes gathered around to bite them. If you don't feed them, I will cook them and eat them."

"Is it because you haven't woken up since Cen Li didn't come? Open your eyes and look at Zhinian. I have memorized all the books. When will you come to test me?"

He talked to himself alone, and seemed to enjoy it too. In a few words, He Zhinian had already wiped Wang's sick face and hands, and went out with water to pour.

The door just opened, and not far away, Cen Li, who hadn't appeared for five days, stood at the gate of the courtyard.

He Zhinian frowned, and said coldly: "Your Highness the Crown Prince has a lot of business, I have already thought up more than a dozen different versions of excuses for you, you have to speak more eloquently when you go in, and try to coax the idiot inside."

Cen Li gritted his teeth, not even daring to look at He Zhinian's eyes, it must be full of disgust.Fortunately, He Zhinian didn't say anything else, and went outside to pour water over him, while Cen Li walked into the room with a dull head.

Wang Bing was lying on the couch, a clean person, it seemed that He Zhinian took good care of him.

Zhuang Mingchen spent a lot of money to gather 7000 soldiers, and they all gathered inside the city gate. There were many thieves, good and bad, and there were even beggars who sift out the useless people. There were only [-] people. He could barely hold a weapon, and he had to spend time training. He was so busy that he didn't sleep a wink for a few days.

But these are all self-deceiving statements. It doesn’t matter if it’s time for a meal or just to take a look. He actually didn’t dare to come here. Those clear and stunning eyes were gone, replaced by a lifeless face. I can stand it.

Cen Li sat on the ground as before, and went to hold his hand.Concentrate on tracing his eyebrows and eyes with the other hand, as light as touching a perishable foam.Suddenly, there was a slight tremor in the fingers.

"clear?!"

The person who was sleeping peacefully frowned and showed pain on his face. Cen Li thought he was about to wake up, subconsciously grasped his hand, and kept calling his name, trying to rescue him from the nightmare.

"Wake up, Qing, I'm Cen Li, I'm here to see you, don't sleep, okay?"

Cen Li called him over and over again, his patience was at the limit, every time he thought he was going to wake up, Wang Bing only answered him with a weak cough, more breath out than inhale, panting undecided, like spring leaves in winter Drained of life.

A normal person should wake up when he coughs like this, but Wang is not sick. He can clearly feel that there is a terrifying force preventing him from opening his eyes, and countless pairs of blood-stained hands firmly grasp him and cover his eyes. And his mouth, he was still pressing his head down and hitting the ground, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, an isolated little beast, he could only watch the hunter laughing wildly, while laughing, he cut his body open with a sharp knife, Amidst the blood and flesh flying around, the covered eyes and mouth were miraculously liberated. A small snow-white medicine bottle exuded a pure and crystal luster, as charming as jade, hanging quietly in front of him. In the next moment, the hard medicine bottle was brutally stuffed into his mouth by the hunter, his mouth was full of disgusting fishy sweet smell, all his fingers were cut off, and his consciousness gave up struggling on the verge of death.

That was the shadow left over in Runan County, and the pain was magnified a hundred times in the dream.

Wang Bing curled up into a ball, trembling violently, sobbing: "It hurts...I...It hurts...Woooo...It hurts...It hurts..."

Cen Li's face immediately changed, and his heart hurt like a piece of flesh had been cut off.She tried her best to pretend that there was no trace of panic on her face, and said softly: "Wake up, Wang Qing, it's all a dream, it's all fake, open your eyes and look at me."

"Father...Brother...Help me, I'm in so much pain...I'm in so much pain..." Wang Bing was completely haunted by the nightmare, murmuring.It doesn't count to say that he was in a deep sleep, but to say that he was awake, but he just closed his eyes and told nonsense, Cen Li didn't know what to do.

At this moment, He Zhinian pushed the door open, ran to the side of the couch, pushed Cen Li away fiercely, took out the silver needle bag from his sleeve, and opened it, his hands were not very steady.

Cen Li was pushed back and saw He Zhinian administering acupuncture for Wang's illness. He was shocked, and then blamed himself.

This little boy can already write with his left hand, even learned medical skills, silently guarding Wang Bing's side.On the other hand, he only brought him the pain and torture all over his body.

No matter how deep the relationship is, it can't make up for the crime he committed, which was doomed from the encounter.

Not long after He Zhinian taught himself medicine, he knew about Wang's disease, but he only knew a little bit, so he couldn't teach He Zhinian too much.Once I saw him looking for acupuncture points to prick his hand, and his small arm was full of blood holes. Wang Bing rolled up his sleeves and told him with a smile: "Have you ever seen a doctor who didn't practice self-taught? You To study medicine, experience is much more important than knowledge, and this is the reason for becoming a doctor after a long illness. Therefore, Zhinian, if you see something you don’t understand, give me a stab. I am very honored to be the first patient of Dr. He. "

In this way, with Wang Bing, the most obedient and troublesome patient, He Zhinian avoided a lot of detours, and even recorded his daily lethargy, but it got worse and worse, until now one day The time spent in coma was longer than the time awake, and He Zhinian became more and more proficient in performing acupuncture on him, but every time he would shake his hands in fear.

After the injection was finished, Wang Bing finally calmed down. He Zhinian flattened his body, poured a bowl of water to feed him, most of the water flowed.Wipe the water from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said: "My lord, the day after tomorrow will be the beginning of autumn."

No one responded to him.

After a long time, Cen Li raised his head and muttered something in a low voice, as if to comfort himself and deceive himself: "Chongxuan can save him, right?"

He Zhinian pretended not to hear this sentence, pulled out Wang Bing's hands from the quilt, and wiped off the blood when it flowed out from his fingernails, as if this could erase all the horrific scenes.

Very skillfully, He Zhinian washed the black blood on the cloth, but he didn't put his hands back under the quilt, and took out two other cloths to wrap his palms, where the blood gushed out more.Then he wiped Wang Bing's face, and his seven orifices bleed, which is not an easy task.

Cen Li couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and walked to the door, and outside the door, he saw the blood-red sky.

escape.

"He will occasionally call you by your name." He Zhinian clenched the cloth in his hand and said suddenly.Cen Li wanted to close his ears and not listen.

"It's rare for him to sleep peacefully like us. Rarely...but not never. At that time, he kept chanting 'Liu Huaxin'."

-

"Crazy crazy crazy crazy really crazy!"

Zhuge Gong threw the map on the ground fiercely, bent down to pick it up again, threw it again, picked it up again, walked around Han Kuang ten times before stopping, and yelled: "It's been a month, your Majesty can't beat it!" Fight? If it continues, the soldiers won't even be able to draw their knives!"

Han Kuang took back his map calmly, patted the dust on it, his ears hurt from his noise, and said: "General Chariots, please be careful, there are more soldiers in Chu than us, they can bear it, how can we bear it?" Can't stay?"

"They cannibalize people, so you can eat people after all your military pay?"

"..." Han Kuang still decided to ignore this guy and study the art of war.

"Report! Report to the general, the Chu army was found fifteen miles away!"

Han Kuang stood up against the case, his every move exuded majesty and domineering, and said, "How much?"

"No less than ten thousand! They are all cavalry!"

Zhuge Gong suddenly raised his voice and jumped into a rage: "What! [-] cavalry come all at once! Let's die!"

Soldier:"……"

Han Kuang waved his hands calmly. "Understood, step back." Walking back to the desk, staring at the map already printed in his mind in a daze.

"General Zhenjun, do you have an idea?"

Han Kuang turned a deaf ear and continued to be in a daze.

Zhuge Gong was about to have a fit, Han Kuang raised the corner of his mouth in a proper arc, which made Zhuge Gong feel a little nervous.He said: "Finally... finally here, I can finally avenge my son."

-

Fifteen miles outside the city is a piece of dry land. It used to be a village full of people, but now it is one of the countless villages that have been trampled to the ground by the Xiongnu cavalry.

Han Kuang was riding a tall horse, and he could see the "Chu" flag from a distance.

On the Chu army's side, the [-] cavalry headed by Liu Ling naturally also saw the "Liang" flag.

"Liu Ling has an ugly face and a mole the size of a thumb. The cavalry led by him cut off your Liang Dynasty's food supply during the Luoyang battle last year. If you encounter him, it's best not to confront him head-on. Instead, use intrigue, opportunism, and surprise. .If there is a confrontation, the number of troops must not be smaller than him. Only with the advantage of having a large number of people can we have a chance to win."

Recalling Mo Wan's words, Han Kuang was not only not afraid, but had some perverted expectations.

This person is one of the young master's enemies, and also his enemy.

Seeing him laughing again, Zhuge Gong thought he was frightened, so he comforted him and said: "Chong Yan didn't come, there is nothing to be afraid of, we have more people than them, if we step on them, we will trample them to death!"

"..." Han Kuang was completely convinced.

The two armies faced each other across a river that was about four miles wide. Liu Ling ordered dozens of people to come forward and shout, so as to convey his words to Han Kuang on the opposite side.

Liu Ling: "I am merciful to His Majesty the Emperor, and those who surrender will not be killed."

Dozens of people gasped and shouted, repeating Liu Ling's words verbatim.After hearing this, Han Kuang sneered, Zhuge Gong's nonsense was less when he was on the battlefield, and he would definitely be so vicious that he would make the opponent go back to work again.

Han Kuang narrowed his eyes slightly, the coldness in his eyes made people flustered, and there was a faint smile on his lips, "Tell them, we wait for the heroes of the Central Plains to not be able to wear the left lapel Hu suit."

Zhuge Gong glanced at him.

Liu Ling heard the voice from over there and knew that the negotiation had failed.Without any trace of ink, he swung his knife forward and shouted: "Kill!"

The drums were beating, and the sound of killing was loud.

Hu people are so barbaric, if you don't accept it, you will be beaten until you accept it!

The enemy came in a mighty conical formation. Liu Ling was a general and a commander. He rushed to the forefront of the formation bravely, leading the charge of [-] cavalry behind him!

Han Kuang stepped back and ordered the beating of the drum to change the formation. The formation shaped like a "V" is like a net, waiting for the enemy to rush in, and the flanks will surround and annihilate them!

Han Kuang didn't dare to fight for the numerical advantage.Liu Ling's iron cavalry was only a small unit of the Chu army. It would not be worthwhile if he sacrificed too many people, so he could only wait for the opportunity.

The generals collided with each other, the sound of drums and killing sounds shook the sky, covering up the screams, the swords rose and fell, and the flying arrows fluttered, it seemed that even the sky was dyed red, and the ground was like a furnace, with countless moths swarming one after another, all for one purpose— -victory.

From fighting at noon to sunset, from being generous to death to thirsting for life, the baptism of blood is still going on, the corpses are constantly falling, and the unwavering will of each soldier is drawn like a blunt knife-victory.

Han Kuang stepped back and stood on a temporary high platform looking down at the ants in the sea of ​​blood, his eyes were frighteningly cold.Zhuge Gong watched him from the audience.

"Bring a bow and arrow," Han Kuang said.His eyes were fixed on the person at the front end of the cone.Zhuge Gong threw the bow and arrow to him, and finally said: "If you miss one arrow, you will be exposed, and it will be even more difficult to fight back."

That means you can change someone else, there is no need to risk your life.

Han Kuang ignored him, drew his bow fully, and waited for Liu Ling to enter the shooting range. With a sound of "咻", the arrow left the string like a lone bird flying through the setting sun.

Zhuge Gong held his breath.

Can one arrow avenge the young master?

-

Chu State, Luoyang.

The sky is clear, the sun is scorching, there is no bird in the sky, and pedestrians are hurrying on the hot ground.

"Old man, you haven't paid back your drink money yet!"

Hu Jia in the tavern kept cheering, and the orchid on the stage was wearing revealing clothes, twisting her snake waist, and her eyes were full of fury.

The shopkeeper of a tavern was busy collecting money and keeping accounts. He looked up at a man. Apart from a slight bend in his back, he looked at his face and his facial features were correct. He didn't look like a barbarian. Small business, no credit, you see"

Sima Ye took out a few pennies from his tattered clothes and gave it to the shopkeeper, and said brokenly, "Why do you come to the tavern every day, it's so bad! Wasting my money, selling wine to barbarians, the money I earn is not too dirty."

Fortunately, the shopkeeper started working again after collecting the money, so he didn't hear these words.Sima Ye walked out of Luoyang City, walked for more than an hour and only walked twenty miles. He raised his head and saw the blood-colored setting sun, quite in the mood of farewell.

His son Sima Wei died here, this is what people who survived the Luoyang defense battle this year told him.

Sima Ye came to a place where not a single blade of grass grew, and the hot air rose from the ground, distorting the traveler's sight. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were crowded together, like the cracked ground, and the expression on his face was smiling and crying.He untied the wine pouch around his waist, it was the wine he made himself in Shanyin, along the way, he would never touch it until he was deeply in love with his son.

Shake the pouch, about the last bite left.

In this battlefield, half the life of the rickety old man was buried virtually.

Sima Ye pulled out the cork, poured the wine on the ground bit by bit, recalling the scene of parting from father and son, and Jiankang's life of luxury and wealth, sorrow came from it, tears streaming down his face, and said: "The dry bones of a strong man are weathered into sand. Half a bag of wine, a pinch of loess, a hundred thousand heroic souls, how worthy of mourning for future generations!"

-

The scenery is different in autumn, Hengyang geese go without paying attention.The sound from all sides rises, Qianzhangli, long smoke and sunset close the city.

With a cup of turbid wine, Yan Ran was at a loss.Qiangguan was frosty on the floor, people were sleepless, and the generals had white hair and tears.

——"Fisherman's Pride · Autumn Thoughts"

Volume [-] · End

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