"Everything is done?"

"Lord? You're here waiting for me to come back? ”

As soon as Hu Er returned to the courtyard, he saw the torturer sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, holding a wine jug in his hand and preparing to pour wine, and there was a middle-aged man with a smile on his face and a very kind man at the table.

Drink it again.

Since Mr. Yong came back, he has been dragged by the Lord to drink all day long.

He didn't even look at the girl he was thinking about, on the surface, it was an extraordinary time, who knew if he was addicted to drunken dreams and died, and he didn't even want to go out of the door.

Hu Er secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, but even if he was given another hundred guts, he would not dare to say these words.

"It's all already handed over to Tianji."

"That's good, did anything happen?"

"That's not true, but Xiao Wei's face turned green with fright when he saw those living people, but it was fun."

Hu Eryi laughed when he thought of Xiao Wei's expression that he was obviously scared to death, but he still insisted on dying to save face.

Xing didn't even lift his eyelids, and said a faint word that made his smile freeze on his lips.

"If I take advantage of your defenselessness to give you a scene of a dead man defrauding a corpse and turning a living person, you are not much better than him."

Hu Er glanced at the torture with great resentment, and then lowered his head silently.

It's really a disappointment, can't it make me proud for a while?

"It seems that you and Xiao Wei have really not dug the hole in vain for the past seven days, at least they are almost blinded when they meet."

"How does the Lord know..."

Hearing this, Hu Eryi raised his head sharply and looked at the punishment incredulously. But he was stuck in his throat just halfway through his exclamation.

How else can you know.

A good trick, the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

It's a pity that he usually prides himself on being smart and clever, but he doesn't even notice that the Lord has been following behind.

Xing looked at him with a smile, the child was big and his wings were stiff, did he really think that no one knew about his troubles?

Did he forget that he had not taught him all his skills?

"Xiao Wei, that person, is indeed not like those scheming Qi people with mothers-in-law and mothers, but it's a pity that he is the general of Qi State in the end, otherwise he will definitely be invited to taste our good wine."

Xing retracted his gaze calmly, this kid Hu Er deserves to be the smartest among those children, but in the past few years, he has heard too much about the flattering "two commanders", and it is inevitable that he will be a little impetuous.

It's time to have a good bang, but it's too late.

"Xiao Wei's heart is too soft-hearted, so he is not the material to be a general at all, and he will suffer from it if he keeps making decisions."

"What?! But Xiao Wei's general is all really spelled out, but no... ”

Hu Er looked at the punishment suspiciously, but saw that he didn't seem to have an explanation, but just drank glass after glass with the middle-aged man known as Mr. Yong.

"How's that kid?"

"Kid?"

"The Lord is talking about Ji Liancheng?"

Hu Er was stunned, and then he realized that Ji Liancheng who should be the punishment was referring to, that could indeed be regarded as a child, at least much happier than when he was fifteen years old.

"Didn't Yue give the news to that kid?"

"That kid does have some ability, it shouldn't be a problem to send that news into Ye Xiang's ears."

"It's not a problem to send it in, but it's not necessarily a matter of believing it or not."

"But this matter is so big, Ye Xiang probably even dreamed of killing Qi Zhen's kid, whether he believes it or not, will he be willing to let go of this news?"

"Not necessarily. The timing of Yue Xuan can be called the worst time, if it can be advanced even one day, this matter is at least eight or nine points certain. But she chose tomorrow, and there were only five points left. ”

"What do you mean by that? How much difference can there be between today and tomorrow? ”

"That's nature. Emperor Jing's three wills today, it is clear that he doesn't want Ye Xiang and King Xuan to continue to make trouble, if Ye Xiang goes out to encircle and suppress Qi Zhen tomorrow, isn't it clear that he is hitting Emperor Jing's face? ”

Hu Er pondered for a moment, and thought carefully about the words of punishment, not to mention that it was really such a reason.

Originally, the style of taking Ye Xiang, whether you believe it or not, as long as you get the news, you will definitely not let it go. But in front of him, he was just grounded because of this matter, if he encircled and suppressed Qi Zhen with great fanfare, wouldn't it be tantamount to clearly not taking Emperor Jing in his eyes.

In this way, Ji Liancheng's little bit of news may not be enough to see.

"What does the Lord mean?"

"Secretly inform that person, and think of giving Ye Xiang some surprise."

And so it was.

Hu Er had a vague premonition that the Lord might have to work on that person, but when this premonition was really verified from the Lord's mouth, he was really awkward in his heart.

The Lord even had to use that person for that girl.

"It's nothing, just rest early, there will be a tough battle tomorrow."

Amber Er fell silent suddenly, and Xing didn't even blink an eyelid to guess what was in his heart.

He still can't accept the existence of Yue, but this kind of thing is not in a hurry.

At least he didn't explicitly oppose it, and he was already a big step forward.

"Then I'll go and rest first, tomorrow..."

Although Hu Er felt a little awkward in his heart, he was still a little worried when he thought of tomorrow's events, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by torture.

"I'll go with you tomorrow."

"Then let the Lord rest early."

Hu Er was silent for a moment, nodded silently, and went back to the room after saying this.

The night was still long, and it was a rare sound sleep that greeted Amber Er, but for others, it was like a long winter.

Xiao Wei hadn't seen Qi Su for seven years.

He has never really forgotten the bright girl back then, but when he finally saw the girl buried deep in his heart again, he was greeted by a white hosta that was more than an inch long.

When that cold light flashed, he subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it.

So instead of stabbing him in the heart, the hairpin deflected an inch and stabbed him in the left shoulder.

It's a blessing in the midst of misfortune.

But when the sharp pain consumed his nerves, he suddenly regretted it for a moment.

If only he hadn't avoided it.

Just let her kill him with her own hands.

In that case, both he and she will be liberated.

It's better than now, you can't die but you can't live well.

He had fantasized about countless situations about his reunion with Qi Su.

He had thought that no matter how reluctant she was, he would always have a chance, and he was willing to spend the rest of his seven years to make it up to her.

But when it all really came, he realized that she was more than reluctant.

She hated him.

I hated him so much that I wanted to kill him with my own hands.

The hairpin didn't pierce him in the heart, but it shattered all his extravagant hopes.

The words he had fantasized about so many times were simply pale and ridiculous in the face of this bloody hatred.

The heart is like death.

Qi Su didn't seem to expect that he would really stab Xiao Wei at that moment.

He's a famous general.

Isn't he supposed to be invincible and rock-solid?

So when the hot blood gushed out, it quickly stained Xiao Wei's plain white clothes.

She was stunned.

She let go of her hand tremblingly, her outstretched hands stained with Xiao Wei's blood.

The originally hot blood gradually lost its temperature in her palm, but she stared at the gradually fading blood in her hand like a lost puppet.

Xiao Wei didn't say a word, Ren Na's wound kept bleeding, and began to rummage through the wound medicine in the tent.

He saw Qi Su's distraction, maybe she didn't really want to kill him.

But so what?

Either way, it could not be more real than that painful wound.

Maybe he should say something about it, lest she sink deeper and deeper into her own demons.

But he was afraid that once he spoke, he would be left with only sorrow and despair.

Xiao Wei finally found the wound medicine, and then sat down on a stool not far from Qi Su, with a pot of spirits next to him.

The distance between them is at most a tent, and they can walk to each other's side only a few dozen steps left and right, but it seems that they have already crossed the whole world.

Xiao Wei rudely lifted the lid of the pot of spirits and poured it in a big gulp, until he was a little drunk.

Qi Su noticed two scorching glances, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Xiao Weizheng staring at him intently.

His glasses were reddened, but his face was pale like a dead man crawling out of a grave.

The hosta was still on his shoulder, and the blood had soaked through the left half of his clothes, but the speed of the blood seemed to slow down.

But as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, he let the blood snaked down his blood-colored robe, falling to the ground drop by drop.

He just stared at Qi Su directly.

Qi Su subconsciously shrank for a moment, and a trace of pain crossed Xiao Wei's eyes.

But then, he lowered his eyes.

Under the influence of alcohol, the tingling pain in the shoulder finally faded away.

He looked indifferently at the hairpin that was originally warm and white but now showed a trace of blood, and then clenched the hairpin violently and pulled it out without hesitation.

Blood splattered.

"Ahh

Qi Su let out a scream, and then immediately covered his mouth.

A few drops of blood splashed on Xiao Wei's face, and his pale face was like a bloody Shura crawling out of hell.

Xiao Wei's brows furrowed tightly, and then he threw it casually, and the blood-stained hosta fell to the ground.

He didn't look at it again.

He felt the blood flow in his body, which had been gradually slowing down, rushing towards the wound again.

But in the blink of an eye, a small pool of blood had accumulated on the ground.

His eyes suddenly went dark, but in a moment they lit up again.

An overwhelming sense of sleepiness hit, and his time was running out.