I don't think I'll survive this year

"Mingwei General Wen Tong led 940 riders, abandoned the army for hundreds of miles and went to Li*, beheaded [-] six-level captives, and the captain and Qiqu, and captured the right sage king Kuo Liejian alive."

"Mingwei" is Yang Wentong's title, Ji Huaizhi read the battle report two or three times before he slapped the table, jumped up with strength, grinned with a big smile, and walked in the hall Walking, I feel my heart is still beating non-stop.

Victory!big win!It's still Yang Wentong's leader!As expected of his friend!It smashed Chidi's camp!

Messy thoughts swirled in Ji Huaizhi's mind, Ji Huaizhi himself was so excited that he didn't know what he was thinking.

Standing behind Ji Huaizhi, Li Fuben had seen the content of the battle report a long time ago. As the chief eunuch who has been serving Ji Huaizhi, he also has some understanding of the current situation. Dawei has always lost more than he won against Chidi. The few victories he won were mostly by defending the city-this is also King An's best strategy. Such a big victory is simply unprecedented.

He was also happy at first, but suddenly he was startled by the sound of slapping the table, and he calmed down a lot.He glanced at the desk that had been shaking for a long time, and couldn't help but secretly glanced at Ji Huaizhi's palm.

Sure enough, Ji Huaizhi's right hand, which was slapping the table just now, was hanging stiffly by his side, and the palm of his hand that he could see while walking was flushed, and there was also a slight undetectable tremor.

Li Fu paused, moved a few steps, went to Ji Huaizhi's side, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, do you want to invite the imperial physician?"

Ji Huaizhi was walking around in the hall, and couldn't help saying a few words with emotion, such as "promising", "unexpectedly".He listened to Li Fu's request for instructions, but didn't enter his brain. He followed his words and said with a smile, "Please! Why don't you please?!"

After wandering around for a few times, I couldn't help but said to Li Fu: "Bring a pen, I want to draw up a decree, enfeoff General Mingwei Wentong as Marquis of Dingxiang, a town...three thousand households..."

Li Fu couldn't understand the relationship between Ji Huaizhi and Yang Wentong very well. Judging by Ji Huaizhi's posture, it was obvious that he was preparing to write with his own pen. He couldn't help reminding: "Your Majesty...your hand..."

"What about the hands?"

Ji Huaizhi asked a question back, then followed Li Fu's line of sight and looked down, seeing the swollen hand, couldn't help but "hiss", the pain came up belatedly, Ji Huaizhi His expression couldn't help but contort for a moment.

It's also a shame that I didn't feel it just now...

During the conversation between the two, the imperial physician came over in a hurry, and Ji Huai waved his left hand that was still holding Zhan Bao, begging him to excuse himself.Then consciously stretched out his right hand and asked someone to give him medicine.

Grinning his teeth from the pain in his hand, watching the battle report and being overjoyed, Ji Huaizhi can be regarded as experiencing "pain and happiness".

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It has been a while since summer, and the weather is hot and dry. Fortunately, a thunderstorm last night brought a bit of coolness, so this is a rare good weather.

Today is the day when the troops from the Northern Expedition returned to Beijing, Ji Huaizhi did not go to the gate of the city to greet them in person like the last two times, but sat on the Luan Hall, waiting for the generals who led the army to come to see them.

Considering that King An didn't seem to want to stay in the capital for a long time, Ji Huaizhi decreed very empathetically, "If the emperor is willing, he can be stationed in Jizhou, and he doesn't have to go back to Beijing with the army."

According to reports, it was Ji Huaizhi's new Marquis Dingxiang who led the troops back to Beijing this time, that is to say, his uncle really hasn't come back...

Anyway, Ji Huaizhi was a little excited to see his friend whom he hadn't seen for several months.Not long after he sat in the hall, someone sent a message, "Your Majesty, Marquis Dingxiang has brought someone..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Huaizhi hurriedly nodded and said, "Please."

With a prolonged "Xuan", the door of the palace was slowly pushed open, and several soldiers in uniform walked in. Ji Huai couldn't help but looked towards the door with a smile, and when he saw the front door Yang Wentong, who was dressed in armor, couldn't help being taken aback, a faint sense of strangeness flooded his heart.

The appearance is still the same, the height seems to have changed a little bit, but it hasn't changed much...but it's different...

With a tall and straight figure and a resolute expression, especially when he saluted with a solemn face, Ji Huaizhi felt even more uncomfortable. He couldn't stop recalling what Yang Wentong looked like half a year ago.

Fighting cocks and running dogs, admiring flowers and playing willows... It would not have wronged him at all to say "a dude"... But now...

Ji Huai was stunned for a while, then slowly raised his lips, and couldn't help but faintly proud in his heart, he really deserved to be his little friend.

……

Half an hour later, two young men in brocade clothes walked out of the palace, and they walked into a restaurant familiarly.

At this time, it was just in time for dinner, and Dingxianglou was the busiest restaurant in Beijing, and people came and went very chaotically.However, as soon as the two young masters entered the door, they were seen by the sharp-eyed Xiao Er, who immediately ignored the matter in hand, trotted over to meet him, nodded and bowed, and said, "Please go upstairs."

While talking, he warmly greeted the two of them to go upstairs, "The two masters haven't come for a long time, but our proprietress has read it several times, and the seats are reserved for you..."

Unfortunately, someone in the lobby yelled, "Xiaoer, where's the wine?!"

The little girl paused, and was about to turn around to say a few words, when Ji Huai saw this, smiled and waved his hands, saying: "Go ahead, we can go up by ourselves."

As the most famous restaurant in Beijing, Dingxianglou naturally won't keep customers waiting for a long time.And Ji Huaizhi's table has the special care of the proprietress, and the food is served very quickly.

Therefore, not long after the two of them sat down, the dishes that were supposed to be served were served at random, and most of the tables were set up.

But Ji Huai picked up the chopsticks, took a few bites, and then put them down again. The expression on his face was also a bit indescribable... It wasn't because of the food, but the eating posture of the person opposite... Gobbled it up with great confidence The gesture of swallowing the plate all at once.

Ji Huai endured it, but still couldn't, he whispered, "You should eat slowly, I won't fight with you..."

Yang Wentong bit half of the drumstick in one bite, and whimpered inarticulately, "&%$#@."

The corner of Ji Huaizhi's mouth twitched, he couldn't help turning his face away, and said weakly, "Eat first... If you have anything to say, let's talk about it after eating." He originally planned to say goodbye to this person, depending on the situation , Let's wait until people finish eating.

No wonder he said "bitter cold on the frontier", he didn't really understand the "cold", but "bitter"... Seeing the posture of this child reincarnated from starvation, he did understand a little bit.

Ji Huaizhi thought anxiously, should he allocate more funds to the army, since he can't even eat enough to eat, how can he fight a war.

The dishes on the table slowly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, only some soup base and residue remained. Yang Wentong seemed to have finally satiated with wine and food. He collapsed on the chair and sighed contentedly: "It's better to be in Beijing."

Ji Huaizhi: ...

Although Yang Wentong was careless before, but after all, he is the heir of the Duke's Mansion, so he was upbringing, so he slumped without paying attention to his manners... He has never done it before.

Ji Huaizhi was stunned in place for a moment, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

On the other hand, Yang Wentong started to tease Ji Huaizhi as a routine, "The almond bergamot I ate just now was definitely made by Yunniang herself, so she can make these snacks without being greasy at all..."

He squinted his eyes, seemed to think about it, and then continued, "You really don't think about taking people back, this craftsmanship is no worse than the imperial dining room... When I was in Jizhou, I kept talking about it every day. "

Children of this age are always very concerned about this kind of relationship between men and women.When Ji Huaizhi faced Yang Wentong, he always boasted that he was mature, so he would not be ashamed of being teased by him, but instead laughed and scolded lightly: "You have been in Jizhou for so long, and you have been thinking about this? !"

"Food is the most important thing for the people, and that's what you say. What do I think?" Yang Wentong retorted confidently, "As for the food in the army, what does King An like to do with the soldiers? How the hell can you do it again?" When I saw me, I felt that I had to bear the humiliation..."

Yang Wentong originally wanted to tell Ji Huaizhi about the sufferings Jizhou had suffered, piece by piece.But looking at Ji Huaizhi's concerned eyes at this moment, he suddenly didn't want to say anything anymore.

He paused, curled his lips and continued: "Bear the humiliation...Go hunting and barbecue by yourself. Thanks to my experience, otherwise, with Wang An's tossing method, I would have let him starve to death."

Ji Huaizhi suddenly remembered that when he went hunting a few years ago, Yang Wentong went around with a group of people, then sneaked back, took the prey he didn't know where, and insisted on dragging himself to the barbecue. The two sons who had never cooked before almost set Lin Zi on fire.

Thinking about the funny things at that time, Ji Huaizhi smiled slightly, leaned forward a little, and said teasingly: "I didn't know that Marquis Dingxiang still has such a skill."

Yang Wentong raised his eyes, and saw Ji Huaizhi looking at him softly, with a smile in his eyes, and his figure was reflected in it... He just felt his head was empty, and the blood all over his body was rushing to his face, and he just wanted to say everything. Can not remember.

He was in a daze, and seemed to see Ji Huaizhi's face gradually getting closer.His thoughts gradually became trance-why didn't he realize that Ji Huaizhi was so good-looking, with a fair and tender face, he didn't know what it was like to kiss him...

When he realized what he was thinking, Yang Wentong woke up suddenly, and subconsciously leaned back, avoiding Ji Huaizhi who was approaching him.

There was a "creaking" chair rubbing sound, followed by a "bang", the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.After a long while, Yang Wentong sat up with his tailbone pressed, grinned and complained, "Why are you so close when you have nothing to do?"

Ji Huaizhi was stunned: Is he close? !Are there still half a table between the two of them? !

However, he still has the energy to fight back, which means that the eldest young master has not fallen into any trouble, and Ji Huaizhi is also a little relieved.

……

The two hadn't seen each other for nearly half a year, so naturally they chatted a lot. Yang Wentong continued to talk about his achievements. However, Wei's victory over Chi Di was rare. But in the end it was something to be proud of, Ji Huaizhi was also very supportive as always.

At the time of parting, Ji Huai punched him with a straight smile, then raised his hand and threw a brocade box to him, "It can be regarded as a gift for your birthday." As he said, he remembered Yang Wentong's request for the title of general a few days ago. When the letter came, he added with a smile, "General Yang."

Seeing that Yang Wentong was still staring at the brocade box in his hand in a daze, Ji Huaizhi thought that he was a little embarrassed by the name "General Yang" and took care of his little friend's emotions. Ji Huai waved at him and turned around on his own gone.

Yang Wentong stood there blankly for a long time, and then he seemed to come back to his senses, his face turned green and white for a long time, and finally he couldn't help but slap himself.

He didn't attack lightly, and there was a crisp "pop", which attracted many passers-by to look sideways.However, Yang Wentong has been used to being looked at with resentment or awe in the past six months, and this innocuous stare can't get his attention back at all, and he is still trapped in an inexplicable self-loathing...

His thoughts were still chaotic and his heart was beating fast, but that slap still made Yang Wentong sober up. He muttered in a low voice as if to persuade himself, "That's your brother... brother..."

The author has something to say: *[Abandoning the army for hundreds of miles to benefit] "Historical Records Biography of General Wei's Hussars" writes about Huo Qubing

God, he's so handsome~