Listening to Lin Yizhe's answer, Wen Bochuan stared at Lin Yizhe's face, Lin Yizhe met Wen Bochuan's gaze without flinching, and slowly stood up from the ground.

At this time, Lin Yizhe had an awe-inspiring look on his face, and it can be said that he was ready to die!

Wen Bochuan looked at Lin Yizhe blankly, sighed, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

He turned his head to look at a corner of the room, and was shocked to find that several officers and soldiers of the Shenji Battalion couldn't help but have a look of sadness on their faces at this time.

Obviously, they were also moved by Lin Yizhe's words just now.

"Kunyu! You...... Wronged! Wen Bochuan held Lin Yizhe's hand, full of desire to comfort him, because his heart was too excited, his lips trembled, and the last thing he said was just such a simple sentence.

"Zhongtang...... Tired! Lin Yizhe clenched Wen Bochuan's thin fingers, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Seeing that although Lin Yizhe had experienced the catastrophe of life and death, his eyes were like children looking at their loving fathers, without the slightest resentment, Wen Bochuan knew that he had understood his hardships, and his heart was full of relief.

"Kunyu, you shouldn't go......" Wen Bochuan said with tears in his eyes.

The scene in front of him disappeared in an instant, and Wen Bochuan woke up suddenly, only to find that he was still lying on the hospital bed, just now, it was just an illusion born from his heart.

"Master, it's time to take medicine." The voice of a maid pulled him back from his sad memories.

Wen Bochuan nodded, a maid took the medicine bowl and held it in front of him, another maid helped him up, and the maid who served the medicine took the medicine spoon, scooped the soup, and fed it to his mouth spoonful by spoonful.

Maybe it's because his body is too weak, it was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and the weather was still very hot, but Wen Bochuan felt that his body was always cold. And after drinking a bowl of medicine, Wen Bochuan felt a little warmth on his body.

Wen Bochuan finished drinking the medicine, and the maid served him to lie down again, when a sound of footsteps came, Wen Bochuan turned his head to look, and saw the steward Yang Da holding a letter in his hand and walking in quickly.

"Master, someone is asking to see you." Yang Da walked quickly to Wen Bochuan's bed, and Wen Bochuan noticed that his eyes were rarely shining with excitement, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Who is it?" Wen Bochuan saw that Yang Da didn't tell him who was coming at all, so he opened his mouth and asked.

"This person was recommended by Tianjin Li Zhengtai." Yang Daxiang deliberately wanted to surprise Wen Bochuan, and opened the letter and presented it to Wen Bochuan.

"Master, take a look!" Yang Da urged.

Wen Bochuan took the letter and read it with great difficulty, he only glanced at it a few times, and then sat up from the bed.

"Have you seen someone? Seriously...... As the letter says? Wen Bochuan looked at Yang Da, and his voice trembled.

"Master, it's true, as Li Zhitai said in his letter." Yang Da said, "The master still remembers that the master was seriously ill last time, and it was Lin Wenxiang who the villain went to find on his own initiative, and he would not admit his mistake." ”

"Quick! Bring him to me! Wen Bochuan struggled to get out of bed, and when he saw that Wen Bochuan, who had not gotten out of bed for several days, was able to stand up on his own, the two maids were stunned and forgot to come forward to serve.

"The villain is going!" Yang Da agreed, then got up and ran away.

It may be that the news brought by Yang Da made Wen Bochuan too excited, Wen Bochuan actually got up and got off the ground on his own, and the two maids only came back to their senses at this time, one maid put shoes on him, and the other maid put clothes on him.

After a while, Yang Da walked in briskly with a young man.

As soon as Wen Bochuan saw the young man in front of him, his whole body shook violently, and he seemed to feel that the blood in his whole body was concentrated on his eyeballs.

In ecstasy, he almost thought he was back in a dream.

"Kunyu, seriously...... Are you back? …… I'm not...... Dreaming, right? Wen Bochuan muttered, staggered a few steps forward, and opened his arms.

"Be careful!" Lin Yiqing stepped forward with an arrow and grabbed the arm of the shaky Wen Bochuan.

Wen Bochuan stared at Lin Yiqing's face in front of him, feeling those powerful hands, he seemed to understand something, and let out a heavy sigh.

As if he was not very willing, Wen Bochuan looked at Lin Yiqing for a while, and then he was sure that the young man in front of him was really not Lin Yizhe.

Although the faces of the two can be said to be almost identical, Wen Bochuan can feel the difference between the two.

Compared with Lin Yizhe, Lin Yiqing in front of him is taller and stronger, there is a little less literary temperament between his eyebrows, and a little more heroic spirit of a martial artist, and Lin Yiqing's face looks like there are more traces of wind and frost than Lin Yizhe, although Lin Yiqing is younger than Lin Yizhe according to age, but from the physiognomy, it seems to be older than Lin Yizhe.

"You...... Called Lin Yiqing? You guys...... Are they really twin brothers? Wen Bochuan finally calmed himself down.

"If you go back to Zhongtang, the younger Lin Yiqing, the cursive word Hanpeng, and Lin Wenxiang are brothers." Lin Yiqing replied respectfully, but he was still holding Wen Bochuan with both hands, he was afraid that as soon as he let go, the old man would fall.

"Yang Da, and the two of you, stand down. I have something important to talk to Hanpeng. Wen Bochuan waved his hand to Yang Da and the two maids, Yang Da and the two maids responded, bowed and bowed, and then retreated lightly.

"Help me over, Hanpeng, let's sit down and talk." Wen Bochuan gently patted Lin Yiqing's hand and said warmly.

"Zhongtang's illness has not healed, or lie down." Lin Yiqing said.

Seeing that the young man in front of him was full of concern, just like Lin Yizhe, who came to the first aid when he was sick, Wen Bochuan was relieved in his heart, and shook his head with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, let's sit and talk." Wen Bochuan said, walked towards the table, Lin Yiqing saw this, carefully helped him to the table, let him sit down, and stood beside him.

"Stop being rude, sit down." Wen Bochuan pointed to a chair opposite and said, Lin Yiqing just went over and sat down opposite Wen Bochuan.

"Zhang Tong said in the letter that you are a chess piece arranged by Lin Wenxiang in Japan, and you are the person who implements Lin Wenxiang's strategy to cut the sun, right?" Wen Bochuan asked.

"Yes." Lin Yiqing replied, "In order not to let the outside world know, my brother deliberately concealed the existence of the younger generation, and he didn't know about it in the middle hall. This time, my brother died, and the plan to cut the day still needs to be carried out, so I returned to the country in disguise with my younger generation to seek the help of Zhongtang, but my brother had a long-cherished wish. ”

"Japan is close to the elbow, and now that it has not been practicing the Western art of war for a long time, it is thinking of invading its neighbors, which is a great disaster for Middle-earth." Wen Bochuan sighed, "When Brother Ling was alive, he talked to me about the strategy of cutting the sun, but he only said a general idea, and did not mention the specific strategy, I didn't expect him to put his own brother in danger in order to cut the day......

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