Dandere General and his Lord

Zhou Zixi was silent for a moment, then said: "My lord, this minister has also fallen into the abyss. After staying in those dark swamps for a long time, people will become numb and lose themselves, and even dare not chase the light again."

"At that time, my lord, you were clearly in front of me, but I didn't have the courage to fight against my own destiny." Zhou Zixi's eyes fell on his legs, thinking of the past that he regretted.

"Ayang, she is the same as me. She succumbed to her own destiny. It was not until the end that she decided to fight for me, but it was too late."

Zhou Zixi raised his head: "This boy, he grew up with Ayang, and has the same life as Ayang. He mustered up his courage and extended his hand to me. I couldn't bear to reject him."

Ah An stood in the courtyard,

The warm sunshine of the chūn day hit him.

He raised his arm slightly and looked at the bright light shining on his skin.

As an assassin who often lurks in the dark, he is actually not used to standing in the sun like this.

But at this moment, he wanted such sunshine to shine on himself,

Bring a little heat to his icy body and support his restless heart.

The familiar sound of a wheelchair rang behind him.

Jin Yuehou pushed the Mr. Zhou towards him.

Ah An turned around, bowed down and saluted, silently waiting for the aloof king to announce his fate.

He looked at the ground paved with green bricks in front of him. In the mud crevice between the bricks, two young shoots happened to be struggling stubbornly.

"You, want to stay by Zixi's side?" The voice of the Marquis of Jinyue sounded above his head.

Ah An's eyes were fixed on the green leaf, and he heard his answer,

"Yes. Please."

Yes, I think, I want to stay by Mr. Zhou's side,

I want to live in your sunny world.

request you.

He couldn't help but look up at Zhou Zixi,

When he looked at Zhou Zixi, a beautiful circle of gold lit up around the black gem.

Ah An heard a coveted answer,

"Okay then, you will follow Zixi in the future."

Cheng Qianye bent down and looked at the young man in front of him.

Ah An raised his head with an expression of disbelief,

It turns out that obsidian placed in the sun can have such beautiful colors.

Watching Ah An push Zhou Zixi's wheelchair away,

Cheng Qianye began to miss the sapphire that belonged to him, that bright and dazzling blue.

She decided to write a letter to Mo Qiaosheng.

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On the martial arts field in Fengdu Barracks, Mo Qiaosheng stood with his hands behind his back, checking the soldiers' drills.

At the beginning, they set out from Zhengzhou with 100,000 horses, and after several months, they conquered the city and conquered the land.

Along the way, the strong and descended troops have been continuously recruited, and now the number of the team is increasing, reaching 200,000.

Yang Sheng stood beside him: "General, we have been here for three months, and we have already established a firm foothold. Now we are soldiers and horses, and we have plenty of food and grass. When are we going to attack that old bastard Han Quanlin? Are the soldiers waiting?"

Mo Qiaosheng: "Don't worry, I have written to the lord for instructions, and I will wait until the lord's will arrives."

Yang Sheng thought for a while and got closer: "General Mo, this subordinate said something from the heart. We fought this way, occupied so many cities, and got so many troops. Now that we are backed by supplies from Fengdu, we will It's because Bianjing no longer sends aid, and we won't have any problem with Hanzhong."

He lowered his voice: "But if we continue to fight like this, even if the general doesn't have second thoughts, the lord will probably no longer trust the general. The general must plan more for himself."

Mo Qiaosheng glanced at him: "You don't have to worry, I swear allegiance to the lord, and she only trusts me, and has no suspicion."

A Yuan hurried over: "General, dispatch from Zhengzhou."

Mo Qiaosheng glanced at the seal, which was the master's familiar handwriting.

He didn't open it on the spot, holding the letter, turned around and walked towards the camp.

Yang Sheng couldn't help but feel worried when he saw the back of the general leaving happily.

General Mo can be said to be loyal to his lord. On the battlefield, he is willing to give up on life and death, and he never has any selfishness to consider himself.

To Yang Sheng, the lord was just a vaguely-faced, aloof monarch.

Only General Mo is the one whom Yang Sheng respects, trusts and swears to follow.

Most of the soldiers in this army don't think so.

Half of them, not only have not even seen the face of the lord, but even do not know where the capital of Jin is.

The lord who sits high above the temple, maybe like the general thought, without any suspicion, and wholeheartedly trust this man who has made great military achievements and holds a large army in his hand?

Mo Qiaosheng returned to the tent and screened the rest.

Carefully opened the envelope in his hand and took out the letter.

A small sheet of thin letter paper fell out within the will of the official seal.

Mo Qiaosheng twisted the letter paper, and the master's familiar handwriting appeared on the paper:

I get angry when I think about that old man Han Quanlin. I always remember that he once bullied my favorite person. Qiaosheng, you give me a good fight, it's better to beat him to the point of crying and crying

Mother, give me a breath.

I miss you every day, and every night I miss you so much that I can't sleep. I really want to kiss you, kiss your eyebrows, kiss your eyes, kiss every inch. When you come back this time, I will definitely bully you once and let you know the pain of my lovesickness these days.

Mo Qiaosheng read this page of letter paper, which was completely outrageous, back and forth several times, and folded it carefully.

He took out a wooden box with a copper lock from under the bed, opened it, and there was already a thick stack of various kinds of letter paper, all of which were the master's handwriting.

Mo Qiaosheng put the letter paper in his hand and rubbed it lightly.

The lord often wrote him such private letters, some of which were brilliantly written, while others were as straightforward as this.

Sometimes the fragrance is unusual, so that he just read it, his face is flushed, and it is hard to handle.

Sometimes the lord just recorded some daily chores, making him feel as if he had returned to the lord. The finely broken words, like rain and dew chūnhui, nourished his missing heart.

Mo Qiaosheng grinded it, and after several deliberation, he put up a pen and replied with a red face.

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Cheng Qianye led the navy to cooperate with Yu Dunsu, Zhou Zixi and others, riding a tall building boat on the canal returning from Zhengzhou to Bianjing.

The boat travels for thousands of miles, and the blue waves are dàng rippling.

Cheng Qianye was walking on the deck, listening to the river breeze while taking down the credentials sent by Song Guo.

A Jia stood beside her, but his eyes stared at A An who was pushing Zhou Zixi's wheelchair on the platform.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Qianye said while reading the letter, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

After holding back for several days, A Jia finally couldn't help but say: "My lord, this is too much. You actually agreed to Lord Zhou's ridiculous request to keep an assassin who once tried to assassinate him by his side?"

Cheng Qianye: "It's okay, Zixi didn't see the wrong person, just trust him once."

"But my lord, even if the dead servant of Song country changed his mind and took the service of Lord Zhou. But his master Jie is still there. I know them best. They have been controlled by their master since childhood, and it is difficult to change their deep-rooted thinking. His master has secretly contacted him, and there is no guarantee that he will not give in again."

"You don't have to worry about that Jie anymore." Cheng Qianye finished flipping through the letter and handed it to Ajia, "I wrote a stern letter of credentials and sent it to Duke Song Xiang, and he replied to this. a box."

She beckoned and let the attendant hold a wooden box.

Cheng Qianye pinched her nose and avoided her eyes: "Look at it, is it that Jie."

A Jia opened the box, and a pungent bloody smell came to the sky, and there was a hideous human head in the box.

It was Jie who attempted to assassinate Cheng Qianye outside the teahouse last time.

This person is fierce, fierce, and highly skilled in martial arts.

He was able to escape when Cheng Feng and A Jia were attacked together. Able to infiltrate a heavily guarded prison with the intent to kill. It can also escape under the close tracking of Ajia.

But he will still be a pawn in the end.

He once said to Ah An: A dead servant who is worthless will lose the need to live.

Now this is what he should say.

"For his master, since he was discovered by me, it is worthwhile to use his head to extinguish my anger." Cheng Qianye cast a glance at the bloody head, shook his head, and instructed the attendant , "Put it up and show Lord Zhou a look. This person originally designed to abolish Lord Zhou's legs, and now he uses his life to pay it back."