readx;? Chapter 3: Father and Son (4)

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And the four people on the shore, until they got out of Yanran Mountain, still couldn't calm down.

As the saying goes, people are not angry with young people.

Chai Rong, the eldest of the four, is only twenty-seven or eighteen, and he has not experienced the ravages and polishing of officialdom, so his heart is naturally sharp and angular in his heart. Zheng Ziming, the youngest, is at most seventeen years old at the moment, and he is still in high school in the next life, and he has an ancient knife hidden in his heart. (Note 1)

However, righteous indignation is righteous indignation, and what the four of them think in their hearts at this moment is not the same.

Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin both came from Jiangmen, and they had heard or witnessed with their own ears that the martial artists were born and died on the front line, but they were nitpicked about and made difficult in every possible way by the "scholarly family" of Feng's government affairs that controlled public opinion. Therefore, I think a lot about how to change this unfair situation, so that the soldiers do not always have half of their strength to take care of their backs when they fight.

But what Han Jing was thinking about at the moment was that his father and uncles, what was the difference between the Feng family?

As for Ning Ziming, he couldn't help but think of his father Shi Chonggui, who couldn't see clearly in his memory. I remembered all the rumors I had heard about the value of the Faint Monarch Stone after I woke up from my coma. Arrogant, self-serving, knowing that his strength is not good, he insists on refusing to continue to bend the knees to the Khitans. Knowing that the war was getting more and more difficult, he still didn't work hard to reorganize his armament and train his soldiers. Knowing that Prime Minister Feng Dao is bent on peace, he still trusts him. knew that Du Chongwei and Liu Zhiyuan had different intentions, but they always let it go......

Is he ambitious, or is he ambitious? Is he mediocre and confused, or is he empty-blooded, but he is helpless to be surrounded by the cold reality around him? Is his behavior of going all the way to recognize him too reckless? Is his previous plan to steal him out and hide him in seclusion in Jiangnan is wishful thinking......

When young people learn to think, their growth begins to accelerate.

This is true in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad.

Sometimes, though, thinking can be exhausting.

Almost in just a few days, the four of them had undergone radical changes, whether it was spirit, temperament or appearance, they were very different from before entering Yanshan. The soldiers guarding the fortresses and checkpoints along the way, even if they look at the portraits, it is difficult to connect the current them with the original ones.

All growth comes at a price, though.

Not far from Yanshan, Han Jing started to swing on the war horse. His forehead burned like a charcoal fire, and the back of his hand and his little face, which were exposed outside his clothes, withered at a speed visible to the naked eye like a lotus flower that had left the water.

"It's not good, it's a golden sore spasm!" Zhao Kuangyin grabbed Han Jing and jumped off the mount. "The bandits who beat the grass valley in all directions are clearly uncivilized, and they eat, mow the grass, and kill people with the same knife!"

"Ahh

At this moment, how can Zhao Kuangyin care about the big trouble of men and women. He pulled out the knife from his waist, wiped it with a soft cloth on the inside of his shirt, and cut Han Jing's sleeve with a knife.

Looking closely, he immediately gasped. I saw that Han Jing's exposed left arm had already swollen into blue-black, crystal clear. A few days ago, on the cloth belt that I bandaged with my own hands, pus was sandwiched with blood, and it was seeping out in circles and circles, blown by the cold wind, and the stench was tangy!

This is not a good omen! Zhao Kuangyin took a deep breath of cold air, and his eyes widened. As a disciple of the general, he clearly knows that after every vicious battle, the one who really dies in front of the battle is only one-tenth of one-half of the war dead. The remaining seven or eight out of 10 died of blood loss in the next few days, or from wound infections and suppurations.

And at this moment, everyone has just come out of Yanshan. There is no store in front of the village and no store in the back, and Sensei said that he can't find Gao Minglangzhong, even if Bian Que and Hua Tuo are present, they can't get enough life-saving medicinal materials!

"Big brother, am I going to die?" Although Han Jing was burned in a daze, she had not completely lost consciousness. Feeling a burst of coolness coming from his arm, he tried to open his eyes a line, looked at Zhao Kuangyin stupidly, and said in a low voice.

Zhao Kuangyin's heart trembled when he heard this, and he gritted his teeth and shook his head vigorously, "No, no, don't think about it! It's a very simple thing, when you find a suitable place to stay, boil the medicine and clean it a few times, and you can get better quickly!"

"That, that's good!" Knowing that Zhao Kuangyin was comforting himself, Han Jing's face still had a happy smile, "I don't think about it, I will try my best to persevere to the end." Eldest brother, my surname is Han, and my home is in Renshoufang in the secluded capital, next to the Yamen of the Southern Privy Council. My grandfather is a big official of the Liao Kingdom, no, not a rich businessman!"

"I, I know! I saw it before! If you don't say it, you must have your own troubles!" Zhao Kuangyin heard a tingling pain in his heart, nodded, and responded loudly, "Don't think about it, really." Didn't I tell you at the beginning that my grandfather was a high-ranking official of the Han Kingdom? And the boss, how could he tell a stranger that he was the righteous son of Guo Wei, the privy deputy envoy, as soon as he met him. Also, there is the third child, he didn't say that he was the prince of the previous dynasty, did he? You really don't think about it! From the beginning, no one cared about these things outside of him!"

"I don't care!" Hearing him say so simply, Han Jing's smile became more and more relaxed. Tilting his head, he continued to whisper: "I, I followed you to Liaodong, no, not to help the third brother." I, I just can't bear you, and I don't have the cheekiness to say it directly! Brother Zhao, I, I really like you, I've liked you since we met, but, I haven't been, I don't have the courage to tell you!"

She is of mixed Hu and Han descent, grew up in Youzhou since she was a child, and her speech and deeds are originally more direct than ordinary Central Plains women. At this moment, he thought that time was running out, so he simply took what he had been trying to say in his heart, and while he was sober, he poured out the brain with the man he liked.

When Zhao Kuangyin heard this, his eyes immediately turned red, he held back his tears, and said loudly: "I, I know." If you hold on, I'll take you back to Langzhong. I, I'm sure I'll be able to find Lang Zhong to save you!"

With that, he stood up and strode towards the war horse that was looking for grass sprouts to eat on the side of the mountain road. Chai Rong, who was the eldest brother, saw it, hurriedly chased after it, and shouted loudly: "Don't be reckless, when you return to Youzhou, it's too late for anything! Follow me, go straight north from the fork in front, I just took a closer look, the fork to the north is wider than this, and there are a lot of fresh cow dung and horse dung on both sides of the road!"

Note 1: Wangu knife, from Tang poems, "Puppet Book". "The sunrise is one foot high, and everything in the world is as thin as a hair. The wild man was angry at the unevenness, and wore out the ancient knife in his chest. "The ancient knife refers to a sense of justice.