He didn't know who his parents were since he was a child, this strange half-cut horse tattoo has existed since he can remember, and it always caused him to be surprised at first, but after so many years, he is no longer strange, and today Wei Qing asked about this tattoo before killing him, and he also felt strange in his heart.

Wei Qing suddenly pulled open his clothes, and on his chest, the tattoo of a half horse was very dazzling, the difference was that it was the back half of a horse.

If you combine the tattoos on Wei Qing's body and the tattoos on Zha Muhe's body, it is the image of a horse galloping with four hooves.

Wei Qing knew the origin of this tattoo, he was not long after he was born, his parents asked someone to tell the fortune of him and his brother, and the fortune teller said that the two children might have to kill each other in the future, and only by tattooing half of the mark on each of them, so that the mark together is a complete mark, so that they can recognize each other in the future.

Although his father and mother didn't believe it, after all, it was about the future of the two, and under the mother's strong support, he specially asked someone to stab half a horse on his and his brother's bodies, and soon after, his brother was robbed by robbers, and there was no news for many years after that, neither Wei Qing nor his parents had any hope of seeing him again.

And now, Wei Qing saw this peculiar tattoo from the body of his sworn enemy Zamuhe, looking at the world, there will be a second person with such a peculiar tattoo, if it is a coincidence, where can it be so coincidental.

"Who are your parents!" Wei Qing asked in a trembling voice.

Zamuhe's face turned white, too.

He saw the tattoo on Wei Qing's body, and when he heard Wei Qing's words, he could guess the reason, and he had to admit that the letter, the letter that made him kill Wan Yan Wushu, seemed to be true.

The letter said that Zamuhe had been taken from the Han Chinese. Although he was very young, he had already come to him, but in order to prevent the bad nature of the Han people, if he did something detrimental to the Jin people, he could be killed directly without asking for instructions, whether it was an open assassination, and this letter was a power of attorney.

In fact, since seeing this letter in the hands of Wan Yan Wushu and Wan Qianyong respectively, Zamuhe has believed that this matter is true, and the emperor of the Dajin Kingdom will not be idle to the point of being so bored, and specially wrote two letters to the two princes to make fun of him Zamuhe.

Since he learned his true identity, Zamuhe's mentality has quietly changed, after he saw Zhao Yueru, he did not kill Zhao Yueru as casually as before, but had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with Zhao Yueru, he was not sincere to Zhao Yueru at first sight, but Zhao Yueru's Han dress made him somewhat wish to see more.

However, from the bottom of his bones, Zamuhe is still a native of Jinguo, he no longer remembers the events of his childhood, everything he remembers happened in Jinguo, and he has deeply recognized himself as a native of Jinguo. Although the letter made his mentality unbalanced, it was not to the extent that he denied his identity as a Jin Guo, so although he was very good to Zhao Yueru, he did not intend to regard himself as a Han Chinese, on the contrary, he was even more hostile to the Han people, and he believed that many of the troubles he encountered were entirely caused by the Han people.

Today, however, the accident came as a surprise to him.

He and Wei Qing are actually brothers, how is this possible, how to deal with this.

"No!" Zamuhe suddenly took a step back, as if Wei Qing had death on his body, he didn't know why he said "no", he wanted to deny this fact, he wanted to refuse Wei Qing's confirmation, he didn't know, now his mind was in a mess.

Wei Qing is even more so.

He was full of excitement and planned to kill Zamuhe for revenge, but he unexpectedly found out that this mortal enemy was his long-lost brother, what to do, what to do.

Wei Qing didn't know what to do, he subconsciously reached out and took out the gold medal from his arms, and muttered in his mouth: "Brother! ”

Zha Muhe suddenly let out a wild scream.

The gold medal, the gold medal, Zamuhe suddenly remembered, he remembered that he had seen this gold medal, he remembered, this gold medal was the thing he was most worried about when he was snatched away by several adults, he remembered that he cried for a long time, but not only because he lost his parents, but also because he lost this gold medal.

At this moment, he was sure that he should be the elder brother of the Han man named Wei Qing in front of him, and he even vaguely remembered that he once rolled on the grass with his younger brother and laughed.

Wei Qing slowly handed the gold medal to Zha Muhe, and the gold medal trembled like a leaf in the wind in his hand: "Brother, this is yours, my parents have kept it all these years, this time I went out, they entrusted me to take it, I hope God will open his eyes and use this gold medal to find you, now,,,,,! ”

Wei Qing couldn't go on, now, did God really open his eyes? If you open your eyes, why let the two brothers recognize each other in such a way, where is this good, it is simply the biggest mischief.

Zamu raised his hand and flew the gold medal straight to the corner of the tent: "That's not mine, it's not, it's not!" He screamed as if he had gone mad.

Wei Qing smiled bitterly.

He also hoped that it was not Zamuhe's, but the facts were there, and he couldn't close his eyes and say that it was all illusory.

Zamuhe suddenly pounced over, grabbed Wei Qing with both hands, and roared angrily: "Why didn't you kill me, didn't you just say that you wanted to kill me?" Hurry up and give the order! ”

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and the guards outside the tent heard Zamuhe yelling in the tent, for fear that Wei Qing would lose, and when he opened the tent and came in, he happened to see Zamuhe grabbing Wei Qing with both hands, and several guards hurriedly rushed up and pressed Zamuhe to the ground.

"General, do you want to punish him?" The guards ask for instructions.

Wei Qing sighed and waved his hand: "First put him down and lock him up, don't abuse him, provide three meals a day, and change him to a thick bedding, don't let him freeze!" ”

The guards escorted Zamuhe out of the tent.

Wei Qing stood in the tent for a long time, as if he had become a statue, and after a long time, he slowly walked to the corner of the tent, picked up the gold medal that his brother Wei Yong had beaten by Zha Mu------he, and carefully put it away.

In a state of semi-dementia, Zamuhe was escorted back to his tent, where several guards were busy changing him with new bedding, cleaning the tent, installing a stove in the tent, and lighting a fire.

Zamuhe watched the guards busy in a daze, he hoped that this was a dream, an absurd and ridiculous dream, he was actually the brother of the Han general Wei Qing, is there anything more ridiculous in the world? He actually belonged to two hostile countries with his brother, and the two brothers fought to the death countless times, and in the end, this brother wanted to punish his brother.

Is this a joke or a nonsense.

A table of sumptuous meals was served, but Zamuhe was not in the mood to move the chopsticks, he sat at the table, looking at the food on that table in a daze.

I don't know how long it took for a conversation to be heard outside, and the tent was lifted, and someone walked in.

"Remove the food!" Zamu said without raising his head.

"Didn't you eat a bite?" A gentle voice rang out.

Zha Muhe raised his head violently, and in front of him was Zhao Yueru's charming face.

Some of the people who were united by the wood couldn't react.

He is now a prisoner of the Han army, and his life is in danger at any time, Zhao Yueru is a Han and was once a slave captured by him, no matter how good he is to Zhao Yueru, but a slave is a slave after all, and now, Zhao Yueru has come to see him.

Zhao Yueru opened a small package in his hand, but it was some wound medicine, he looked at Zha Muhe and smiled: "It seems that I guessed correctly, is the injury on your arm serious?" ”

Zha Mu Mu Mu Mu shook his head.

Zhao Yueru didn't care whether the injury on Zha Muhe's arm was serious or not, she reached out to untie the bandage on Zha Muhe's arm, frowned, and said softly: "This is not serious!" ”

He quickly applied the wound medicine to Zamuhe's left arm, and re-bandaged Zamuhe with a new bandage, Zamuhe watched Zhao Yueru busy on his arm, and didn't know what to say.

Zhao Yueru didn't know what to say? She became a slave to Zamuhe twice, but Zamuhe was really good to her. Although this is not enough to make her fall in love with Zamuhe, Wei Qing's attitude towards Qimuge is enough to make her sad for Wei Qing, seeing Wei Qing walking out of the nunnery with Qimuge in her arms, she silently returned to the room and cried quietly for a long time, she doesn't know how her relationship with Wei Qing became like this, Wei Qing now has Qimuge and Jiang Xiaoyu, what is she Zhao Yueru? For Wei Qing, she offended Gu Weidong, but how did Wei Qing treat her, thinking about it, Zhao Yueru gritted her teeth and was determined to throw Xinqing out of her heart, but she didn't know if it was as easy to throw this feeling out as throwing out a piece of clothing.

Zhao Yueru sat alone in the room, only feeling that she was still alone in the world, and couldn't help but think of Zamuhe, she knew that Zamuhe was arrested, thinking that Zamuhe was standing outside the door in the heavy snow to guard the door for herself, she suddenly became impulsive, she wanted to go to see Zamuhe.

Zamu didn't know the reason, but he could feel Zhao Yueru's heart, and watching Zhao Yueru bandage his wounds, his heart was also a little warm.

"Thank you!" Zamuhe said softly.

Zhao Yueru smiled and sat down slowly: "The food is cold!" Shall I let them give you a hot one? ”

Zamuhe shook his head, he knew his current identity, he was a prisoner, it would be good to have something to eat, and he actually asked the Han people to help him heat a hot meal, he sat at the table and ate it in a big gulp.

Zhao Yueru quietly watched Zamuhe eat on the side, and he found that the appearance of Zamuhe eating was very interesting, and that kind of rough expression was another taste compared to Wei Qing's elegance.

There was a noisy voice outside the tent, Zhao Yueru was a little strange, he said softly, "I'll take a look", and walked out of the tent.

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