Northern Border Pass.

Since the last battle in the city, Zheng Shiqing has been cultivating in the house, and in order to take care of his diet and daily life, General Han sent two additional personal guards over.

Outside the general's account.

"Report ......"

A young general flew over: "General, the military letter of the imperial court!" ”

When General Han heard this, he hurriedly and respectfully took it out, first performed the courtesy of a monarch and a minister, and then solemnly took it and studied it carefully.

"Great joy!"

After reading it, a smile welled up on his face.

"Where is Lord Ji?"

"Back to the general's words, according to the spies ahead, the last two days will arrive."

"Hahaha......"

"Let's go, go and see that kid, I'm afraid to hear this news, I don't know how to be happy!"

As he spoke, he saw that the yellow silk was wrapped, turned around and returned to the tent, picked up the sword on the case, and walked towards the small wooden building where Zheng Shiqing cultivated.

Midnight.

Three watches.

The night was dark, and the trumpets were loud and loud in the silent night sky.

"Squeak......

The door was slowly pushed open.

Inside the dark house, along the crack in the door, a glimmer of light leaked in.

The figure of a woman crept in, creeping in, creeping to the ground, deliberately making very light movements, and her eyes occasionally glancing in the direction of the bed.

"Who?!"

The boy spoke up alertly.

The next moment, the person on the bed immediately turned over! Unexpectedly, he suddenly used force, but instead pulled the injury on his shoulder, which made him "hiss" in pain.

"Childe, it's a slave."

In the dark air, a familiar voice came.

……

"Yaoqin?"

The boy spoke in disbelief.

"Yes...... It's a slave, it's hard for the son to remember......"

Before she finished speaking, her voice suddenly choked, and her dress slammed a few times, as if she was wiping away her tears.

The person on the couch heard the voice, and his nervous heart relaxed.

"What are you doing at such a late hour?"

"Uncle Han has already ordered that you are not allowed to enter this house again, if you are found by the guards, aren't you looking for your own death?"

No one answered.

In the air, there was a slight sobbing sound.

After a long time, a woman's voice slowly sounded:

"The slave and maid know that they are not blessed to serve the son, but after taking care of the son for so long, to say something arrogant, the slave and the maid have long regarded the son as their own son."

"Now that you are injured, but you just broke me apart, how can the slave rest assured?"

The air is silent.

After a long time, the boy sighed softly.

"I know your intentions, you go back first."

"Here, you can't come again."

That letter, obviously only read by himself, and it was extremely secret, how could it be discovered and reported to the general?

You can also think of it with your toes, and it is the handwriting of the people around you.

Thinking of General Han's words a few days ago, he frowned in disgust.

In the darkness, the woman did not move.

"What? What else do you have? ”

Hearing the question, she seemed to hear the eviction order, staggered in, put something on the table, and quietly walked to the door.

"The slave is worried about the child's injury......"

"In the evening, I took advantage of the lack of attention, went to the dining room, stewed some chicken soup by myself, and kept it for a long time, it was still hot, and I asked my son to ...... Be sure to drink it. ”

After speaking, without waiting for the person on the couch to speak, she quietly withdrew.

"Squeak......

The light from the corridor came in.

The staggering black shadow finally disappeared at the door.

After waiting for someone to leave......

Zheng Shiqing struggled to get up and hold the lamp, and when he opened the food box, a smell of chicken soup rushed to his face.

Looking at the light, the soup was yellow and clear, and there were all kinds of tonic floating on it.

Day 2.

Early in the morning, Lang Zhong came to change the medicine.

When the wound was bandaged, he ordered someone to bring the decoction on the table.

"Sir, what's wrong here?"

After Lang Zhong looked at it carefully, he took out the silver needle he carried with him, stretched it into the soup and tested it, and when he took it out, the color of the silver needle was as usual.

He put the needle away, pointed at the soup and smiled.

"This chicken soup is good~"

"Ten great tonics!"

Suddenly, doubts appeared on his face again, and he looked at the young man on the couch in a daze.

"I don't know where did Childe get this potion?"

Zheng Shiqing lowered his head, and his cheeks were a little red.

"Yes...... It was sent by the food camp this morning, saying that it was the uncle's meaning, because he was still sick, he had to be a little more careful, so he didn't dare to drink it rashly, so he waited for his husband to test it. ”

"Hahaha......"

Lang Zhong heard it, laughed heartily a few times, and didn't think so.

"In that case, Childe can drink it with confidence."

As soon as the words fell, he immediately smiled and arched his hand, and said:

"I heard that the emperor has made Gongzi a hussar general, which is really gratifying! Although the old man is a Langzhong, he is also happy for the son, and when the edict comes down, he will change his mouth and call him 'general'! ”

"Sir, where are you talking about that?"

……

After all, the young man was thin-skinned, and after saying a few polite words, he hurriedly let him go.

Since that late-night soup delivery......

On the second day, the third day, and when there was no one at night, Yaoqin would bring a food box. Every time, I just put down my things and went out quietly, which was not alarming.

The next day, someone came to collect the box.

A month later, for three or four days, the box seemed to disappear and never came again.

"Strange ......"

The boy muttered silently in his heart.

"Isn't it...... He's dead? Or did he make some mistake and was kicked out by Uncle Han? ”

Thinking like this, he was taken aback by himself!

"Someone ...... coming"

"Young General, what do you command?"

In a daze, the young man didn't know where to start, he licked his lips, snorted twice, and waved his hand helplessly.

"It's okay, you can get out."

The guard was a little confused by the monk.

About ten days later.

That day and night, he lay alone on the wooden couch, put his hands under his head, and watched the movement at the door. One watch, two watches, three watches...... The horn sounded.

"Squeak......

The door opened.

He almost jumped to his feet!

"Major General?"

It was still a woman's voice, but it was crisp, and the hoarse voice came from two people entirely.

"Who are you?"

"Don't panic, general, the slave maid is a maid behind the camp who does miscellaneous labor, and she is entrusted by someone to send something to the young general."

Don't wait for the teenager to speak.

In the darkness of the night, the voice came again.

"She's really sick, let the young general look at the previous master-servant relationship, no matter what, go and see her."

"The slave and maid did not dare to enter the house, so they only left their things at the door."

As soon as the words fell, there was a "squeak" and the door closed again.

"Sick?"

"No wonder ......"

Thinking of what happened to Yaoqin and the days when she took care of herself, all of a sudden, sympathy and pity filled his heart, and he missed his mother very much, and tears rolled down.

"Alas!"

"Perhaps...... Are we really suspecting the wrong person? ”

Thinking like this, his doubts about Yaoqin immediately decreased by seven or eight points.