Rogue with a knife on the right

The cherry blossoms are flying.

The veteran soldier led Huadao through the cobblestone path by the pond, and pointed out: "Behind the pond is the Swordsmanship Gymnasium, in front is the Martial Temple Hall, and to the west is the wing room where ordinary soldiers live. You, work here."

In front of Huadao, a large piece of fertile land spread out, rows of young vegetable seedlings dyed green swayed in the wind, and their figure was quite enchanting.In addition, there are pigpens and horse pens, and the wild smell in the air is indescribable.

"Work here? Aren't the Green Lantern Guards going to patrol the streets?"

"Fart, how long have you wanted to take to the streets after you came here? Young people, your career should start from the foundation, and your work should start from farming."

"Farming the land? The reason why I entered the Qingdengwei is to farm the land???"

"This is the task assigned by Captain Han." The old team member walked around the vegetable garden with his hands behind his back: "Agriculture is the foundation of a country. Only when the land is well planted and the horses are fattened—"

"I will never do this, let the captain give me another job." Huashima interrupted him rudely, turned his head and left.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Back to the vegetable garden with a bruised nose and a swollen face, with an extra pair of shoulder poles and a towel on his body.

"Hey, are you back?" The old soldier sat by the pond basking in the sun, not surprising: "When you come back, work hard, water the vegetables first."

Han Jingye definitely did it on purpose.

In the beginning, Huadao hated him several times a day, but gradually discovered the joy of farming, and stopped complaining.

Planting one grain of millet in spring and harvesting ten thousand seeds in autumn is gratifying just thinking about it.Seeing the clusters of vegetable seedlings grow up, the green vegetable leaves are matched with the blue sky and white clouds, the low fence is covered with morning glories, the horses are gentle, and the small pond is shining with a little bit of light, as if you have come to a paradise in a trance.

As a blue lantern guard, he is content in a corner; as an undercover agent, he does not think about making progress.Picking water and watering vegetables every day, loosening the soil and fertilizing, the days are quite happy.In the almost closed working environment, veteran soldier Situ became Huadao's only partner.

Once the two get acquainted, they inevitably come up with a lot of "inside information", mostly gossip, after-dinner chats and the like.

For example, Huadao was thinking about Han Jingye, so she would ask, "Uncle Situ, I haven't seen Captain Han for a long time, where did he go?"

"I'm not in the village for a long time. I'm busy, running around." The old man went down with a hoe, and a few red earthworms emerged from the mound.

"Is that so..." Huashima pondered, "What kind of person is he?"

"What's the matter?"

"Ask." Just smiled.

Situ stopped his hoe and said, "You are a promising young man. I don't know why you chose this road. You came to the north to live a hard life. My father, but—" He suddenly gave up and stopped talking.

"Hey, Uncle Situ, I'll help you hoe the ground." Hua Dao offered her hospitality in time.

"Okay, his father scared you to death when he said it."

"You mean it."

"Jinling Zhongshan King, Han Yucheng."

"Hey! Seriously?" Although Hua Dao didn't know the person or what happened, he was stunned when he heard the word "Zhongshan Wang" and said, "So, his family can be regarded as the Royal Five Family, a great prince!"

Situ stretched out three fingers: "General Yu Sanjia, Yaowang, Qinwang, and Yiwang; when you come down, it's the turn of the princes, Andinghou, Zhongshanhou, Qiyanghou, Tianyuhou, and Donghaihou. Han Yucheng is in the Yuwu family. Second, our captain is his third son, but both elder brothers passed away early."

"If I were him, I would wait in Jinling to take over the throne and raise birds." Huadao really doesn't understand why there are people like Han Jingye and Wu Lingnan in this world, who can't enjoy it for a lifetime while sitting on the shoulders of ordinary people. He turned around and threw it away like a hydrangea. The key is that after throwing it away, the people below are eagerly looking forward to it, but they will never receive it.

"He has a bad relationship with his father."

Thinking that Qingdengwei obeyed King Yao's orders, Huadao asked, "Does he have a good relationship with King Yao?"

"not good too."

What a freak.

"Then why is his knife hanging on the right?"

"Well, I'm afraid only he knows." The old man grabbed licorice and fed it to the horse.

Spring goes to autumn, and in a blink of an eye, it is the season of withered grass and trees.

The news of Huadao was extremely closed, and all his thoughts were spent on the one-third of an acre of land. If this continues, the Qingdengwei will forget him, the partners of the Chrysanthemum House will forget him, and the Republican Party will probably forget him.

After squatting by the pond and washing his clothes, he walked back with a basin in his hand.Outside the courtyard wall, the setting sun in autumn fell on the opposite window panes, coating them with a layer of dazzling golden light, and the halo diffused, blurring the sharp corners of the eaves.

The sycamore tree is withered, and the fallen leaves are blown away by the wind, clattering like birds.

He stared blankly for a while.

I used to feel like a bird, but now I am imprisoned by a team uniform and unknown responsibilities to my family and country.He put down the tub and suddenly had an idea.

—He wants to climb to the top of the sentry tower!

The sentry tower is in the southwest corner of the garrison, next to the small vegetable garden.Hua Dao loosened his pine belt, saw no one around, took a deep breath, first climbed to the top of the pigsty, and then climbed up the courtyard wall, using his strength to jump, with a "bang", his fingers grabbed the railing of the sentry tower.

Good guy, I haven't forgotten the previous kung fu.

He flipped in nimbly, but was still not satisfied, and continued to go up until he stepped on the tiles on the top of the tower.

There is a cool breeze here, blowing the hem of the clothes.Row upon row of black tile roofs, smoke from cooking, wires intertwined, people coming and going, and a little farther away, the train was heading north with billowing smoke.

The north is the pseudo-Yan country.

16 years ago, it was still the land of the Dahe Dynasty...

His thoughts were suddenly pierced by a sharp neigh.

On the street at dusk, a green light suddenly lit up, and they rushed towards the village!

The person riding the horse is Han Jingye.

Hua Dao immediately leaned over, but the Qing Lantern Guard's team obviously did not come for him.There were two people behind Han Jingye driving a cart, and four bloody wounded people were lying on the cart.

"Give way—!" he yelled.

Ma Sichen coaxed a street of smoke.

There was also movement in the garrison, and several soldiers ran to open the door, and the commotion gradually spread.

"Captain! Are you okay!?"

"What happened?"

"How many people were injured?"

Huadao quietly descended from the top of the sentry tower, and there was an unprecedented tense atmosphere in the garrison. The cart we saw earlier bumped past the other side of the pond, leaving a trace of bloody smell.

"Hey, what's going on?" He randomly grabbed someone and asked.

The other party cast a short glance, and then said: "Master Fu Tian was assassinated, and we were ambushed."

"Where's Captain Han?"

"In the council house."

Huashima was stunned for a few seconds.

Unknowingly, it was completely dark in Zhongtian, and the team members with green lanterns ran across the corridor, footsteps continued.

Along with the crowd, he came to the third-floor attic of the parliament for the first time.Just as he was about to step up the steps, a hand suddenly grabbed him.

"Uncle Situ?"

"You shouldn't be here." The old man dragged him down with a serious expression: "There is a meeting inside."

"I—" Huashima was at a loss for words for a while, and finally calmed down, asking, "How about the wounded?"

"Healing." The old man stood against the wall with him, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit a match and lit it. "Did you hear that we were ambushed, and Fu Tian was also dead."

Flower Island is silent.

"Today is the first time you have encountered such a thing, and there will be many more in the future, just get used to it."

"Yes... who did it?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's the bastards."

At this time, a team member passed by them and wiped away his tears.

"Xiao He, what's the matter?" Situ called him to stop.

"Team Leader Zhao...can't be rescued."

The cigarette in the old man's hand broke off and fell to the ground.

That day, no one fell asleep.

Situ inserted the unfinished cigarette into the ground, and squatted by the small vegetable garden to watch it light up and go out little by little.Later, Huadao learned that whenever a team member passed away, he would light a cigarette for them.

It was like being hit by a stone in my heart.

To be honest, Qingdengwei didn't care about Huadao's life or death. The destruction and survival of the whole world had nothing to do with him. What he cared about was only a few people in the world.

He didn't want to see a sad old man Situ.

The lonely phoenix tree in the deep courtyard locks in the autumn.

The moon is like a hook.

It was late at night, Hua Dao did not go back to the room, but wandered carelessly, and happened to find that the lights in the Wumiao Hall were still on when passing by the corridor.

The Wumiao Temple is dedicated to the God of War "Wang", who is the object of worship of all warriors.Huashima didn't believe it before, but this time he hesitated for a moment and decided to go into the hall.

Unexpectedly, a dark blue figure was already standing there, and the flickering candlelight made the shadows on the wall treacherous and changeable.

When Huashima saw the man, he turned around and wanted to retreat.

"Since you're here, let's leave after praying." Han Jingye's cold voice came over.

Hua Dao stood beside him, put his palms together and bowed three times.In the shrine, the statue of the God of War is standing on flying clouds, wearing a colorful belt, holding a knife in his right hand, and a plum blossom in his left hand. His black and white eyes are staring round.

In front of it, three sticks of green smoke slowly coiled.

The fire light made Han Jingye's cheeks flicker, his clothes were still stained with blood, and his eyes were drooping.

In the slender hand, the long knife was cold.He held the handle of the knife vertically in one hand, and supported the blade with a white handkerchief in the other, the wavy knife pattern shone against the light.

"team leader."

"Ah."

"This knife is indeed beautiful."

"It's called 'Quen Xue'. Han Jingye said, "Want to see it?" "

Huashima nodded.

So, he handed it over: "Don't blow on the knife, breathe lightly."

He tremblingly grasped the weight and residual warmth.

"You samurai love swords very much."

"You're a warrior now, too."

Hanashima smiled: "No, I will never be a samurai."

"why?"

Han Jingye's question was naive, but he asked it seriously.So, Huashima decided to answer.

"I don't believe in samurai, nor will I die for my ideals without hesitation. Simply put, I only believe in things that can be grasped with both hands."

After a long silence, Han Jingye said: "Then you shouldn't come to the Green Lantern Guard."

"To see you." Huashima replied frankly, without fear.

A look of desolation flashed across Han Jingye's face.

"Since you said you were going to kill me, why did you treat me so well?" Huashima returned the knife to him: "I don't need it."

It is an confession, a determination.

......

That night, the Blue Lantern Guard lost a team leader and three of them were seriously injured.

The Dahe Dynasty was turbulent and crumbling.

In the dark night, there are lights on.

Where there are lights, there are people.

In front of the candlelight in Wumiao Temple, Huadao returned "Quenxue" to Han Jingye;

In front of the oil lamp on the second floor of the tea house, Wu Lingnan flipped through the world map, the radio was squeaking;

Under the lights in the depths of the imperial city, the empress dowager and the emperor play chess, and the maids put down the bead curtain;

Among the torches on the city wall of the pseudo-Yan Kingdom, heavy snow slapped the cheeks of the night watch soldiers;

Under the lantern at the entrance of the chrysanthemum house, Laner plays the pipa, and the boss pours a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine;

In the candlelight of the low bungalow, the white dog counts the copper plates in his hand......

That night, the wheel in Zhu Sitong's hand pointed north.

The author has something to say:

I don’t like that the progress of water-filled articles is relatively fast (by the way, I will complain about sensitive words, it’s very confusing)