Chapter 12, Gu Yingun in the twilight field is cold, and the people in the painting are warm and warm

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The two of them chased a long way away, how could the wilderness hang low, there were many forks in the field, although the jade snow dragon was fast, but he couldn't tell the direction of Gao Ran's escape, and he still couldn't catch up.

After stopping the horse, Zhao Yun looked around with a gun, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Qi Han sensed the sadness coming from behind, woke up from his nap, glanced back at Zhao Yun, and saw that his eyes were slightly red, faintly containing water, and there was a gloom in his calm and self-contained eyes.

He is Zhao Zilong...... How can you cry?

If it weren't for the extreme sadness and grief, how could he show such a lonely and painful look?

Qi Han felt inexplicable in his heart, and suddenly felt a little sorry for this man. couldn't help but raise his hand to touch Zhao Yun's slightly clear face, and softened his voice: "Zilong, don't cry." Trust me, it won't be long before you'll be able to see it at your fingertips. ”

Warm and slender fingertips, with a slight itch as they glide across the face. Zhao Yun turned his face sideways, avoided his comforting hand, quickly collected the emotion in his eyes, and was silent.

"Hey, it's true, you're really going to kill Gao Ran! don't you believe me?" Qi Han shouted hurriedly. He remembered that in history, Gao Ran died in Jingzhou, and the person who killed him was Zhao Yun.

Disturbed by his shouting, Zhao Yun finally lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, he did not miss the deep concern and firmness in Qi Han's eyes.

"I take your word for it. Zhao Yun sighed, looked up at the vast night sky, but saw that the stars were immersed in the moonlight, the grass and the breeze, and it was quiet and beautiful. The jade snow dragon stopped, and was gnawing on the grass for a while, occasionally snorting and flicking its tail. At this moment, if there is no hatred and turmoil in the chest, perhaps, it is a very beautiful night......

"I believe in you. Qi Han's words have always been accurate. As if to strengthen this belief, Zhao Yun repeated it again. How Qi Han commanded the deployment in the past two days, Zhao Yun saw it in his eyes, he said that he would kill Gao Ran soon, Zhao Yun naturally believed it, but he evoked a wry smile, "It's a pity...... Gao Ran was just the man's lackey. He is a murderer, but the biggest murderer is someone else. That person is in a high position and is supported by Haojie, and Yun wants to take revenge, but it is extremely difficult. ”

Qi Han was stunned when he heard this, and asked, "Who is your biggest enemy, is it Yuan Shao, the boss of Gaoran?"

"Nope. Zhao Yun retracted his gaze, landed on him coldly, shook his head and said, "My biggest enemy is Cao Cao." ”

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Wuhuan grain and grass were burned, Ju Yi was killed in battle, Gao Ran fled, and Xian Yu was seriously injured and captured. On this night, the Wuhuan army was killed and wounded more than 20,000 people, thousands of people were captured, and the surface of the Yishui River was stained crimson with blood.

Zhao Qi and the others led the army back to Beixincheng overnight, and it was a lot of hard work to count the battlefield and appease the people. Everyone worked until noon the next day, before they had a rest.

Qi Han dragged his tired body back to the room, and planted his head on the couch, clutching his throbbing right rib, so sleepy that he didn't even want to move his fingers again.

Zhao Yun came back from eating, and saw him curled up in a ball, breathing heavily, as if he had fallen asleep. Under his eyelids, his face was pale, and even in his sleep, his eyebrows were still wrinkled, and it seemed that the injury hurt a lot.

"Get up and eat before you go to sleep. ”

Zhao Yun, who was also sleepy, put the food on the table, walked over and pushed Qi Han. The latter burrowed into the quilt in annoyance with a "hmm", but was lifted up by Zhao Yun holding his arm.

"Ahh ”

Qi Han screamed a few times as if he protested, and finally knew that he couldn't resist Zhao Yun, so he had to get up and chew the brown rice unwillingly, and every time he took a bite, his head was like a chicken pecking rice.

Finally, after eating, he wanted to fall asleep, but Zhao Yun actually took out the medicine bottle from the drawer again. Ignoring Qi Han's pouting and screaming, he untied his clothes without saying anything, and applied medicine to his right ribs.

Qi Han, who was still frowning and twisting his eyes at first, suddenly felt that his skin was exposed to the air and was about to pull his clothes down in a panic, but he felt that Zhao Yun's slightly rough fingers had pulled a layer of ointment and applied it, and a cold trace of it penetrated into his right ribs, and the previous dull pain was immediately alleviated a lot, Qi Han's frowning eyebrows were soothed, and even the corners of his lips were pursed.

"Thank you Zilong......"

Qi Han was so sleepy that he didn't even open his eyes, so he let Zhao Yun help him tear up his clothes, put up a quilt to cover it, and fell asleep again in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Yun looked at the people who were occupying the entire bed with four backs and eight forks, and there was no expression on his face. He reflexively wiped the ointment on his hands, picked up the military book on the desk, and looked at it carefully, with a peaceful face. It was as if the hatred that had boiled over on the battlefield had never appeared in his eyes. The warm and peaceful atmosphere quietly surrounded this young general, perhaps, he has been using the most lenient and powerful thoughts to hide the most unknown hatred in his heart.

"I really don't know how he cultivated so well...... I've never seen anyone like this......"

Qi Han, who was asleep, muttered, turned over and was quiet again. Zhao Yun raised his head in surprise and glanced at him, but thought in his heart, who is this dreaming of, who is cultivating so well, his friend?

Listening to Qi Han's long breathing, Zhao Yun's heart gradually relaxed, and a wave of fatigue struck, he also put down the scroll, and fell asleep on the table.

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This sleep until the middle of the night, the people of Beixincheng were sleepy, and the exercises were waived at the point in the evening, and the two of them slept in the room and missed the meal, and Zhao Yun woke up hungry.

Zhao Yun opened his eyes and found that there was an oil lamp lit in the room.

He noticed that he was still in a sleepy position, his right arm was very sore, and he was about to shake his hand and get up to move, but he was interrupted by a hurried voice: "Don't move yet!"

Zhao Yun woke up suddenly, and then found that Qi Han had woken up at some point, sitting at the end of the desk, holding a thin charcoal strip in his hand, and writing something on the paper. Zhao Yun wondered in his heart, but he listened to his greeting and kept his original posture motionless.

Under the dark light, the room is full of dusk. But seeing the lights reflected on Qi Han's face, he was indescribably soft and serious. He raised his head from time to time and scanned Zhao Yun's appearance, but the charcoal in his hand did not stop, smearing it on the paper.

Zhao Yunwaner: "What are you making trouble?"

Qi Han grinned, looking mysterious.

In less than half a cup of tea, he put the charcoal pen on the table and stepped forward with a grin.

Took the paper and shook it in front of Zhao Yun's eyes: "Look! It doesn't look like it!" Seeing that Zhao Yun loosened his left arm and was kneading himself, he stood behind him doggedly and helped massage it.

Zhao Yun looked at the lifelike depiction on the paper in amazement, and was shocked.

The light was dim, but he could still make out the subtlety of the picture. Qi Han painted himself sleeping at the desk. Although his eyes are closed, he has an outstanding temperament, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, his facial features are handsome, and even a few strands of hair on his sideburns are clearly visible.

"Qi Han, I didn't know you were capable of this!" Zhao Yun's eyes were full of surprise, and he turned his head to Qi Han's smiling bright eyes, as if he was waiting to be praised. Zhao Yun sincerely admired, "You can paint ...... It's clearer and more real than a bronze mirror!"

The mirrors of this era are all copper-faced, and they need to be owned by wealthy people. Although there is a mirror grinding medicine, which can make the copper mirror shine without any notice, but after all, the color is impure and not true and clear. Zhao Yun is a man, although his appearance is magnificent, but he does not often look in the mirror to look at his appearance, at this moment suddenly saw himself painted by Qi Han, only to feel that the characters in the painting are lifelike, the texture can be distinguished, it can be said to be ingenious. The most rare thing is that he actually drew the kind of temperament judgment of himself in Zhao Yun's heart.

"This is called sketching," seeing Zhao Yun's surprise and shock, Qi Han was in a good mood, feeling that the more than an hour of depiction was not in vain, he stretched his slightly sour arm, "I like painting in my spare time, sketching, Chinese painting, sketching, ......"

"Sketch. Zhao Yun nodded and secretly remembered, but his eyes fell on the painting for a moment, and finally aimed at the small pattern "cold" on the inscription, his mind moved slightly, and he carefully folded the painting paper and put it into the pocket cloth.

Qi Han felt happy when he saw that he cherished it, rubbed his stomach and muttered: "When I woke up, I saw that you were asleep, I knew that you were tired and didn't dare to quarrel with you, and I was so hungry that I couldn't sleep. ”

Zhao Yun glanced at his stomach and nodded: "I'm hungry too." But the time has passed, so it's better to ......"

"I don't want to eat dry food!" Qi Han was shocked, thinking of the rough and unpalatable rough cake in the room, he lost his appetite and protested repeatedly.