Xiao Tian smiled, "What you said is very reasonable. No ......"

Fu Shuyi glared at her and coughed.

Xiao Tian reacted.

Li Qinghe pretended not to hear, and sat in one place holding his leg with his hands.

"Hey, I don't know that I have pity on me, this cripple, but I'm tired to death."

Xiao Tian looked at this scene, thinking that she pushed him downstairs and fell a little, and then they asked him to go to the county office to steal things, and he didn't rest much after coming back from the dust, and then he came to the military camp to toss, and he was a little unhappy in his heart.

"How's your leg?"

Li Qinghe immediately said: "Ouch, it hurts so much, look at my leg ......" and was about to lift his pants as he spoke.

Fu Shuyi walked over to block in front of Xiao Tian, and looked at Li Qinghe with a gentle face, "I don't look good, no, I'll help you......"

Li Qinghe hurriedly put down his trousers and said with a smile: "No, no, it's a trivial matter." When I was on the battlefield, none of this was a problem! ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I thought of returning to the barracks today, the familiar atmosphere, the familiar scene, and the suppressed melancholy in my heart was like a weed sprouting from water, and it grew wild.

How many years.

Fu Shuyi saw his expression change, and naturally knew his thoughts, so he didn't say anything and turned around as if nothing happened.

Seeing that Xiao Tianjian was suddenly silent, he poked half of his head curiously, and when he saw it, he was silent.

The silence didn't last long, because Zhao Ziyuan came.

Since Li Qinghe mentioned the word "Fengxi Gorge", he couldn't sit still.

The secret of Fengxi Gorge is only known to a few people, and he hides it deeply, for a long time, and it is impossible for outsiders to know.

If it weren't for the embezzlement of state taxes this time, his nephew Feige passed a message saying that the imperial court was going to send the imperial history to investigate, and he would definitely not be sitting in the Fengxian camp now.

He thought about it for a while, he had really paid attention to it recently, and he didn't show any signs.

Moreover, Feng Zhengmin didn't know about such a thing, how could these people know?

Or do they not really know?

But if they don't know, how can they mention this name?

What is their identity?

Friend or foe?

Could it be that Yushi Weifu?

Which is?

There will be no disabled person in the imperial court to serve in official positions, and I have never heard that the imperial history is a minor boy, so is that Fu Jinyan?

It's not impossible.

Or, are they all the protégés of the Imperial History?

It's unlikely, I've heard that creatures like Yushi like to fight alone, so that they can show their level and nobility, they shouldn't like to let the door people take the lead.

Besides, where does the imperial history need a doorman?

A series of questions followed, and he walked up and down the tent, irritable and frightened.

He didn't know that although he did what he did well, he had always liked to test the people who joined the army.

Ordinary soldiers do not know what to do, they only feel that their governors love soldiers like children, and they are thirsty for talents, and most of them give orders and actions, and no one has carefully studied such issues as army establishment, financial expenditures, and so on.

Zhao Ziyuan felt that it was enough to hide from Feng Zhengmin, in this place of Fengxian, there would be no chaos if he was there, but if someone thought about it carefully, they knew that it was a little greasy.

Don't say that he can't hide Fu Shuyi and these people, even if he is facing the imperial history, he still has to show his traces.

Fu Shuyi also understands his uncle's character because of Zhao Youchen's relationship, so he believes that if he really recruits private soldiers, there must be a reason. So he had to find out the situation one step ahead of Yushi.

Otherwise, they will be unprepared at that time, if they ask Wang Xiang to hold on to the handle and bite hard, if they want to keep Zhao Youchen's uncle, I am afraid it will be difficult.

At this time, they went deep into the barracks, Zhao Youchen was beyond the reach of the whip, and Fu Shuyi did not communicate with Zhao Youchen. Besides, if the news leaks, it will be even more troublesome.

However, as for the name "Fengxi Gorge", which is different from what Zhao Ziyuan thought, it is not known to them, but only Li Qinghe knows it.

This is Li Qinghe's ability.

It is also one of the reasons why Fu Mingyi looked for Li Qinghe before he came.

Sometimes, when Li Qinghe is used, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

At this time, Zhao Ziyuan doubted their identities, so he didn't dare to ask for it, and came to explore the truth in person.

As soon as he entered the door, his focus was on Fu Mingyi.

He tentatively asked about the life experiences of the three of them, and asked them what position they wanted to seek in the army, which army they preferred, and so on.

Fu Mingyi spoke without leaking, insisting that he was born in Xi County, and when Zhao Ziyuan asked about the customs of Xi County, he also replied with the first word.

When asked Xiao Tian again, she said that although she was born in Xi County, she was not in good health when she was a child, and she almost couldn't support herself, so she was sent to the mountains by her family to cultivate her self-cultivation skills with Lao Tao, and she had just returned home.

In this way, it is normal not to know much about Xi County.

When asked which mountain it was, she was unfathomable.

Zhao Ziyuan saw that she did have a bit of a wild spirit, and thought that it would be more credible for her not to say it than to say it casually, so the target turned to Li Qinghe.

He recalled that when Li Qinghe said the words "Fengxi Gorge", only the two of them heard it.

He looked at Li Qinghe deeply and asked him about his experience.

Li Qinghe laughed, "It's a shame to say it, back then, Jinshui lost half of his leg in the first battle, and all kinds of things in the past were like smoke, and the old name is no longer mentioned." ”

Zhao Ziyuan's heart was shocked, and he probably counted.

Jinshui is a river much norther than Xiaoshui, which passes through the plains and is very close to the Northern Barbarian tribe.

Da Xiao and Beiban had a battle in Jinshui, and it was still in the Tianhe period.

Although he had not participated in the Battle of Jinshui, he had heard that the battle was tragic.

The most infuriating thing is that the supply was insufficient after the battle, but when they asked the court for supplies, the court delayed again and again, and finally summoned them to retreat and negotiate peace.

Where is there any peace, that time it was the Northern Barbarians who harassed the Jinshui border, they savagely took away food, clothes, women, etc., and did not disdain the land of Daxiao at all, set a fire, and burned most of the fertile land.

The bones of the soldiers who died in the previous battle lay diagonally on the undulating hills, and their generals knelt in the cemetery for three days and three nights, only saying that they were sorry for the heavens and the earth, the court, and the brothers.

This matter was finally suppressed, so not many people know about it until now.

The imperial court broke the hearts of many generals.

Zhao Ziyuan looked at Li Qinghe with a solemn expression, and asked for a long time: "Where is General Li?" ”

Li Qinghe lightly looked away, and his expression and temperament changed greatly for a while, which made Xiao Tian unconsciously respectful.

"In the mountains, among the green waters, in the scorched earth, looking north."

Zhao Ziyuan only felt that his eyes were hot, and gave him a standard military salute.

After a moment of silence, Li Qinghe regained his hippie smile and said, "Oh, what are you talking about." Zhao Dudu, if you can be trusted, I will also say a word. Those who are here today are the ones who can save your life. ”

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