Everyone loves Huo Qubing

The night in Shanglinyuan is exceptionally quiet. Tall trees stand in the rolling hills, swaying rows of dark shadows.Occasionally, when a small group of sentries passed the gate of the camp, the rings on the sabers made a small metallic sound accompanied by the footsteps of the guards.

The unfamiliar military camp, the simple charcoal fire, the narrow bed, and the coarse bedding, these are not the reasons why I cannot sleep.As long as I close my eyes, the scenes that happened that crazy night came to me overwhelmingly.

The hot wind whistled past my ears, and the surrounding scenery receded quickly.

"Cousin, wait for me." Su Wu chased after me.

From afar, we heard the voice of Zhang He riding his horse and whipping his whip to chase us: "Are you two crazy? Come back to me quickly!"

I don't know how long they ran, but the crowd became denser and denser, and there was even noise of gongs and drums.

Xueqi let out a long cry, and I reined in and stopped riding.

The heart sank suddenly.In the scene in front of him, the phrase "Keep people under the knife" can no longer be shouted.

"Ranger knights are rampant, endangering the village; punishing rape and eradicating evil, Your Majesty is wise!"

Surrounded by cheering citizens of the capital, several human heads rolled down near the guillotine, some were being scooped up by handymen with nets, dripping blood dripping all the way and poured into the big basket, and some were still in place. spinning around.The headless corpses wearing the same style of prison clothes were piled up on the carts by the handymen. The bright red color was sprayed everywhere, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

The wind messed with my hair and stuck it to my forehead, blocking my sight.I didn't want to push them away, but just held the reins tightly, closed my eyes gently, and let the salty sweat slide down my cheeks and into the corners of my lips.

Why is this!

How can a chivalrous man who can block and kill wolves for two strange teenagers who have never met before, and guard them all night until dawn, be a villain who harms the village?Mingming knew early on that "there is nothing to worry about if you want to commit a crime", why did you not expect that even if you have been pardoned, if the enemy is bent on killing people, they can make crimes and send people back to hell at any time?

"Don't do anything, all back down!" Zhao Yu, the supervisor and beheader, shouted angrily from the high platform, "This is the place of execution, what are you three doing here!"

Looking up, there is a row of archers in black, nocking their arrows, and the silver arrows are pointing at us.

"Doctor Zhao, I'm waiting-"

The voice suddenly stopped, and Su Wu, who was bowing his hands in obeisance, was hit by Zhang He on the shoulder with a horsewhip, and grinned.

Zhang He got off his horse and took a few quick steps until he knelt down in front of Zhao Yu.

"Uncle Zhao, we three children strayed into Chidao and lost our way. We accidentally broke into the execution ground and interrupted your mission. I will apologize to you on behalf of them!"

***

The moment he walked out of the Tingwei Office, the humid and sultry air rushed towards him.The torrential rain washed the buildings of Chang'an City shiny, and puddles formed on the streets.Flowers and weeds were left everywhere, and the water stains on the treetops rolled over the yellowed leaves, wrapped in dust, and fell straight onto my face.

An unfamiliar carriage was parked at the door, without any low-key decoration.

Zhao Yu bowed his hands to the people in the car: "General, my subordinate brought it out for you intact."

"Mr. Lao."

A familiar voice came from inside the carriage, and I excitedly opened the curtain and got in quickly to meet the person who came to pick me up.

"Thank you uncle—"

"Snapped!"

The narrow body shook.There was a leaf boat swinging in the storm in my head, and my ears were buzzing. I sat on the ground and looked forward blankly. It took a long time before my eyes refocused.

The wheels started turning.The face of the person in charge was hidden in the shadows, and the hand that slapped my face just now stopped in the air, trembling slightly.The light of the setting sun spilled into the compartment through the gaps in the curtains, and I was surprised to find that the person in front of me was frowning and his face was covered with tears.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

The people in the main seat stared at me silently for a long time without saying a word.Suddenly, I was pulled up by him and tightly wrapped into his arms.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I thought I'd never see you again." The other party's sobbing voice gripped my heart inch by inch.

During the few hours I spent in the court officer's office, I learned about the case from Zhao Yu.Guo Xie's disciples cut off his tongue and killed someone because he said something bad about Guo Xie. The people in the capital suddenly fell into panic. , which led Guo Xie's family to resist innocent charges and become the scapegoat for the killer's disciples.

In order to catch the real culprit, the Ting Wei Department had no choice but to deploy archers in full battle inside and outside the court, setting up a net of heaven and earth.But the real culprit never came to rob the execution ground, but I ran into the trap recklessly with my friends.

"I'm the one who should say I'm sorry." I stretched out my arms and hugged him back, "Uncle, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't act rashly and cause trouble to Uncle."

The second uncle grabbed my shoulders, faced me, and looked straight into my eyes: "No, it's uncle's fault. Uncle shouldn't have kept it from you. If you knew in advance that His Majesty had ordered you, Guo Jie's case would be in the execution ground." The perpetrators should be killed on the spot, and they will not go there rashly."

In the eyes of the person in front of me filled with self-blame, I can even see my own reflection.Finally realizing the hot pain on the left side of my face, I stretched out my fingers to touch it, and the four clear fingerprints had begun to swell, but the pain in my body was nothing compared to the regret and guilt in my heart.

I still remember my second uncle's joy when he heard the amnesty in Ganquan Palace, and even more remember the time when Guo Xie lived in the Marquis Mansion of Changping.I could see that my second uncle respected Guo Xie far more than those who would normally visit him.And I was just instinctively trying to save that innocent life who was wronged and wronged, who bore the guilt for the real villain.

After all, Guo Xie is not only my benefactor, but also someone whom my second uncle values.

"It's not like that, Uncle." I shook my head and smiled softly, "If I were given another chance, I would still go to rescue Guo Xiashi without hesitation, no matter whether I'm a drop in the bucket or not, I'm overwhelmed. It's just that Once, I won't be in such a hurry, I will think of a perfect way to save him."

"I can still laugh after being beaten." Warm fingertips caressed my cheek, and the second uncle's eyes rippled again, "Although these words are a bit out of date now, uncle still wants to tell you that as a soldier, Whether it is honor or discipline, the most important thing is integrity. You can stick to your principles at critical moments and never forget your original intention. You are dedicated to saving people, and my uncle is proud of you."

"Uncle, you finally agree to my joining the army?" I pinched the back of my hand to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

"Yes, I agree."

The corners of the other party's lips were finally bent upwards, and the smile condensed into a flying cloud that seemed to be more beautiful than the sunset outside the car.His doting eyes led me to sink, and those beautiful red lips opened and closed in front of my eyes.

In an instant, I heard my heartbeat gradually amplifying again.

(***)

It is a dream that will eventually wake up.I sat up and stretched, seeing the neatly stacked coats and the steaming breakfast in front of me, and suddenly realized that this was not my own room.

"Mr. Huo, let this servant help you comb your hair." The servant stared at me helplessly as I struggled with the comb.Since I put on a single bun, I haven't combed my hair myself. Today I tried to comb my hair in front of the mirror, and it was either bulging here or sticking up there.

"No, you don't have to tie your own hair when you enter the military camp. I have to practice first." I sent the servant standing behind me, "Go get my new armor for a try."

The servant turned away, and I went on trying to figure out how to gather my hair in the center of my head so it wouldn't fall to the side.

The comb was suddenly pulled from his hand.

"I told you I combed it myself." I turned around to grab it back, but saw my second uncle standing behind me.

His face suddenly turned red.

"Uncle, didn't you go to the palace, why did you come back?"

The other party motioned me to sit back in front of the mirror, and helped me tie my hair into a bun, took out the hairpin to fix it, and raised my jaw to observe carefully.

"It's good to be young, and the swelling has subsided." He kissed half of my face, picked up the coat on the table, unfolded it, shook it, and put it on my shoulders, "Don't try on the armor, hurry up Put on this set and follow me to the inn to meet an old friend."

***

This is the first time I've met this person.

In the autumn of the third year of the Three Yuan Dynasty, when almost no one remembered that there was such a person wandering in the desert in disgrace, Zhang Qian, the envoy of the Han Dynasty, finally returned from the Western Regions.

In the second year of the first Yuan Dynasty, that is, the year when I arrived in the capital with my brother-in-law, Zhang Qian had left Chang'an in search of the Da Yuezhi Kingdom with His Majesty's hope, and I missed it.Luck made a joke with the envoy. He lost his way in the desert and was detained by the Huns and Qiang for 11 years.When he went there, he brought a mission of one hundred people with him, but now when he came back, only his guide Tang Yifu, Mrs. Zhang and a pair of children were left.

"Look, Dad, this kid has curly hair like mine!" Gongsun Jingsheng excitedly picked up Zhang Qian's youngest son, and rubbed his hair.The other party struggled to grab Jingsheng's cousin's bun, trying to break free from his restraint.It soon developed into two people holding each other's hair bun, staring at each other fiercely, neither of them wanted to let go first.

"Oh, Uncle Zi's son is so old. I think you didn't even grow a beard when I left, but now your face is full of wrinkles." Zhang Qian sighed.

"It's not because of that brat Jingsheng." The uncle stretched out his hand and touched his face unnaturally, "Ziwen, you were also unrecognizable by the wind and sand in the desert. That delicate-skinned and tender Zhang Young Master, not only do you have more creases on your face than me, but you also do as the Romans do, marrying a Hun wife, what a blessing."

"Don't talk about you and me, Wei Qing is the one who has changed a lot. He was only as high as my shoulder when I left." Zhang Qian said while pulling his second uncle to gesture, but was stopped by his uncle and pushed back to his seat.

"Ziwen, don't grope your head like you used to. He is now Chang Pinghou, a chariot and cavalry general. He has honors and titles, and is above you and me."

"Disrespect, disrespect." Zhang Qian stuck out his tongue, and turned his eyes to me sitting next to my second uncle, gnawing on those strange fruits, "Who is this?"

"My nephew, Huo Qubing." The second uncle put his elbows around my shoulders.

"Nephew? I thought it was Qingdi's son. He was carved out of the same mold as Qingdi when he was a child." Zhang Qian withdrew his fingers and laughed.

"I don't remember what I looked like more than ten years ago, how can brother Ziwen remember?" The second uncle said, and moved the plate of sticky and sweet green particles in front of Zhang Qian to my eyes.

"Who can forget Jianzhang Jian who was in Yushu Linfeng in Shanglin Garden back then." After finishing speaking, Zhang Qian suddenly looked around, "Oh, that's right, why didn't Wang Sun come?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, the happy atmosphere of meeting old friends before suddenly froze.

The uncle sighed: "It is more appropriate for Ziwen to ask His Majesty about Han Yan's situation."

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