don't fight the general

When the flying snow all over the sky stopped, no one noticed, the sound of killing and felling dissipated, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.After all, the Suwei army had been guarding the imperial city for many years, and all of them were elites. In addition to occupying a favorable location, Yan Cong's 2000 men could not take advantage of the slightest advantage. In the end, they had to withdraw their troops and temporarily gave up the attack.

Yan Jing leaned on the city wall with one hand, looked at the rebels who were drifting away from the city, knowing that this was just a short break, and they would come back soon.

However, it doesn't matter.

He lowered his eyes to look at the long sword in his hand. The blood on the blade was still warm, and it was falling drop by drop to his feet, slowly melting the solid snow under his feet, and then dyed it into a small piece. blood red.In the battle just now, he used this sword to pierce the chests of countless people who tried to climb up the city wall and enter the imperial city. His body was also stained with blood, but there was no wave on his face, no fear or fear. At a loss, let alone feel overwhelmed by it.

Because Yan Jing has a clear conscience.

He knew what he was doing and why these people died.Although he is not good at fighting, he will not allow anyone to attack the imperial city in front of his eyes.Therefore, even if these people make a comeback again, he will not have the slightest fear.

Yan Jing wiped the blood stains on the sword with the snow on the city wall, retracted the long sword into its sheath, and glanced over the messy city wall.He didn't have much experience in confrontation. Although he was able to support just now, after the fierce battle, signs of fatigue were still showing. His legs seemed to be frozen and extremely heavy.

Yan Jing pursed his lips, but did not show it on his face. He nodded towards the leader of the guard army not far away: "I will leave the rest to you, don't take it lightly."

In the first battle just now, King Rui's decision to kill King Rui, who has had a very bad reputation for many years, shocked the guards so much that it is still unbelievable to see Yan Jing again.The leader bowed deeply to Yan Jing to show his respect for the first battle. When he straightened up, all he saw was his back and the bloodstains on the original snow-white cloak.

The fighting and fighting on the city wall had no effect on the imperial city at all. The Yongshou Palace was as silent as two hours ago, so that when Yan Jing stood in front of the palace gate, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he had just experienced Everything is just an illusion.There was a moment of hesitation on his face, and then he untied the cloak that was almost stained red, threw it on the long steps, and then stretched out his hand and pushed open the heavy palace door.

Cui Qiao was still sitting upright in front of the dragon couch, holding something in his hand. He lowered his gaze and focused on it for a long time. He didn't look sideways until he heard the sound of footsteps. He was startled when he saw the blood on Yan Jing's body, and then said: " it's over?"

"Yes," Yan Jing took off the saber on his waist, and replied softly, "It hurt them a little bit, although it can't completely solve the current predicament, but at least we can sleep well tonight. "

Cui Qiao looked at him for a while, then smiled slightly, but there was a different kind of emotion flickering in his eyes, as if he was struggling with something, and finally raised his hand slightly, and handed something that he had been holding in his hand to Yan Jing.

Cui Qiao's expression made Yan Jing's heart tighten inexplicably, as if sensing something, his throat trembled slightly, subconsciously he put his blood-stained hands behind his back, his eyes were locked on Cui Qiao's face, An indescribable emotion welled up in his heart, and after an unknown amount of time, he heard himself say, "What is this?"

The voice sounded extremely calm, but it was hard to hide the trembling in it.

Cui Qiao parted her thin lips slightly: "Battle report."

Yan Jing tightly clenched his hands behind his back, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "The queen mother also knows that I am not good at this kind of thing, and there is really no need to show me such things as battle reports."

"It seems that you already know." Cui Qiao lowered his eyes slightly and let out a soft sigh, but his outstretched hand was very firm, without any intention of giving in.

"I don't know anything, and I don't want to know."

Yan Jing looked at the hand and the battle report that was held in the palm of his hand without moving. The two of them were in a stalemate. After a long time, he closed his eyes and finally stretched out the hand hidden behind him.

The blood left on the fingertips left two blood-red fingerprints on the thin piece of paper, which fell into Yan Jing's eyes, which was particularly shocking. He almost hurriedly pulled off the cuff, trying to erase the fingerprints, but It's just futile.

Cui Qiao turned his head and said softly, "I'm going back to Zhaoyang Palace first."

Yan Jing didn't answer, he held the piece of paper, heard Cui Qiao's footsteps getting farther and farther away, and heard the palace door slowly closing until only he and Yan Cheng, who was unconscious, were left in the whole hall. He dared not open the letter in his hand.

How could he not guess what was written on the paper?Just now what Yan Cong said was very obvious, if something really happened, how dare he suddenly attack at this moment?

It's just that Yan Jing didn't want to believe that his young man was invincible, strong and determined, and more importantly, how could he break his promise when he promised himself?

The firm hand that had just raised the sword to kill the enemy trembled slightly at this moment, and finally opened the paper slowly, and the handwriting that was obviously formed in a hurry came into view.

The anger caused by Yan Cong, all the determination to kill, and the courage to live to death, all vanished when I saw those few lines of words, all the strength in my body seemed to be drained, and I was barely exhausted All of them rushed out, causing Yan Jing to fall to the ground, raising his hand to cover his eyes.

Something hot and humid was impatiently rushing out of his eyes, but Yan Jing had no time to take care of it, he thought a little anxiously, what should he do?

He used to have nothing and was indifferent to the world, until he met the young man in the desert at the beginning of the year, and since then he has tasted all the tastes of the world.

He touched his heart, there was still a word hidden in it, and he hadn't said it to the boy yet.

He used to think that there was still time for everything, that his boring life finally had such a little bit of hope, but unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, internal and external troubles came together in a blink of an eye, and at the critical moment of life and death, there was only this one that came back from the northwest. Thin paper.

Yan Jing didn't remember how long he had been sitting there, he was still clutching the battle report that came from the northwest and sent it to the imperial city after all the hard work under strict guard.

There are only a few words on it, but every word is heartbreaking:

Due to the disease of his war horse, Marquis Xuan Ping led [-] elite soldiers to surprise the Jinwei Racecourse in Beiliang, and fell into the enemy's trap. Although the bloody fight was still difficult to fight, the casualties were heavy.

There were footsteps in the hall, Cui Qiao went back and forth, she stood in front of Yan Jing, looked at him condescendingly, and said slowly: "Your Highness, can you still stand up?"

Yan Jing's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his head and looked at Cui Qiao. He held the letter tightly in his hand. He heard himself asking in a trembling voice, "It's just that the whereabouts are unknown, right?"

"Yes, it's just that the whereabouts are unknown and the body has not been found, so there is still a sliver of hope." Cui Qiao lowered his eyes and said slowly, "But Your Highness should also be clear that Ah Wei, as the commander-in-chief, is related to the stability of the army and the stability of the entire battle situation." Direction, if it is not true... I will not send this kind of news back. So at this point, Your Highness might as well prepare for the worst, regardless of Ah Wei..."

Her voice paused slightly, but she still insisted on finishing the rest of the sentence: "Regardless of whether Awei has any hope of surviving or not, we can no longer count on the Northwest after the battle situation has reached the current stage. Your Majesty's technique of checks and balances will eventually come to an end." I don't know how long this capital can last if it bites him back."

Yan Jing knew that every word Cui Qiao said was correct, and he also knew that this battle report was not just about one person's life and death, but about the current situation. The loss of the coach in the northwest and the turmoil in the southwest , the capital city is completely isolated and helpless, relying on this little guard army alone, it is impossible to completely defeat Yan Cong and the rebels of the Zheng family.

But Yan Jing couldn't bring up the slightest strength. He buried his face in his knees and stuck the thin piece of paper next to his face. He thought blankly, life is always going to die after a flick of a finger. , to return to the hopeless days of the past, maybe death is also a relief?

Cui Qiao seemed to have expected his reaction, let out a chuckle, and then sat down next to him, stretched out his hand and pulled out the paper from his hand, smoothed the wrinkles on it with his fingertips, and said: "I Ah Wei was only 15 years old when his father died."

Yan Jing raised her head and looked at Cui Qiao in astonishment, not knowing why she mentioned this matter at this time.Cui Qiao didn't care about his surprise, and continued: "He was the only one left in my father's generation from the Cui family. Once he left, the entire Northwest Garrison Army seemed to be taken away from its pillars, and even the people of Beiliang knew it well. In this matter, I took the opportunity to launch an attack on Yunzhou City. The enemy army is coming fiercely, and the Northwest Garrison has lost its backbone. I heard the news in the capital, and I thought it was heaven that was going to kill my Cui family, but I never imagined that Ah Wei would do this again Time to stand up."

The 15-year-old young general led his own troops to surprise the Beiliang camp and captured the enemy's commander alive, forcing the people of Beiliang to retreat, and easily resolved the crisis in Yunzhou City.

This deed was passed down word of mouth in the Great Wei, and people praised it, and Yan Jing kept it in his heart.

A slight smile appeared on Cui Qiao's face, covering up the bitterness behind, and she sighed softly: "My younger brother may not be very transparent in many things, but he is the only one who knows everything about himself. He will always know why he joined the army, and he will always be clear about the mission he shoulders. He will also know what he should do in a critical moment. He will always be firm and never be at a loss. Isn't your Highness very clear about this?"

Yan Jing opened his mouth, but did not make a sound. He saw Cui Qiao shook his head slightly, and stared at him: "But what about you, Your Highness? If Awei is really gone, you will never find your predecessor again." Are you on the way? I know you don't want to, but are you really willing to do this because you were born in this heavenly family?"