After recalling the Battle of Fengsuibao, Zhang Xiaojing remembered one thing, that is, last year, a certain day in the first half of the second year of Tianbao.

At the door of the bad guy's shop that day, someone left a person, a man with gloves and a head.

Everyone thought that it was a traitor, who was tied up and sent over, and took credit for it. But when I opened it, it turned out to be Liu Zongqi?

Zhang Xiaojing was pleasantly surprised and hurriedly loosened, "Liu Zongqi? Stinky boy, are you still alive? Hahahaha, Lao Wen and I are looking for you everywhere, your neighbor in Qiuzi Town said that you haven't been back at all, and your grandmother can't be found. You're in Chang'an, why don't you come to me and Lao Wen? ”

"Who tied you up? What's wrong? ”

Liu Zongqi's expression was hidden, his face was full of fear and guilt, and he bowed directly to Zhang Xiaojing.

"Why? Get up! Zhang Xiaojing picked up the other party and looked at this immature recruit, but now, after nine years, he has grown into a young man and has begun to grow a beard.

No, this dress is an official uniform, and depending on the color of the clothes, the grade is not low.

"Brother, it's a good mix!"

Liu Zongqi raised his head weakly, "Yes, I am an official, in the military department, from the sixth grade." ”

Zhang Xiaojing was slightly surprised, and then saluted Liu Zongqi, "Huh! ”

The bad people outside the door also sang along with the prayers.

Zhang Xiaojing was sincerely happy for his brother, but Liu Zongqi grabbed Zhang Xiaojing, and then pounced, knelt on his knees, and shouted in his mouth: "I'm sorry!" ”

Zhang Xiaojing didn't understand yet, patted the other party's shoulder and smiled: "You mix well, brothers are happy." Come on, come on, sit. You don't know, most of the brothers who survived Beacon Fort have suffered a disaster. ”

"I know!" Liu Zongqi bowed his head and said, "I know everything you encounter. It's just that I've been avoiding you. ”

Well? This is?

Zhang Xiaojing handed over the mint leaves, but Liu Zongqi felt guilty and didn't answer.

Zhang Xiaojing smiled, "Hey, it's all my own brother who is still hiding it, I'm afraid that we will come to you to ask for benefits?" ”

"My father and mother have come to Chang'an, right? Haha, okay, then during the New Year, you can take a look at the lanterns together. The brothers of the 8th Regiment are happy for you. ”

Liu Zongqi couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted with tears in his eyes: "They are all succumbed to death!" ”

Well? Zhang Xiaojing was puzzled, and the bad people also stood up curiously.

Liu Zongqi knelt down at Zhang Xiaojing and cried: "When we escaped, we learned that Gai Jiayun's 6,000-strong army had long been ambushed near the Fengsui Fort, and they were not willing to show up until most of the enemy attacked and the Eighth Regiment was annihilated. ”

"You are talking nonsense, General Gai cherishes the Eighth Regiment, we can't be removed because of his defeat, just like everyone else......"

Before Zhang Xiaojing finished speaking, Liu Zongqi interrupted and shouted: "It's all fake!" The eighth regiment is the bait of Gai Jiayun's fishing! I'm sorry for you......"

Zhang Xiaojing's tears overflowed his entire eyes in an instant.

Without saying a word, he rummaged through the cabinets in the house, found a suit of armor and passed it on, and came to Lao Wen's house.

Lao Wen was preparing spices at home, looked at the menacing Zhang Xiaojing, and asked puzzledly: "What are you wearing the military uniform of the Eighth Regiment for?" ”

"Take care of yourself and Wenran, if there is something at home in the future, go to the yamen to find my brother......" Zhang Xiaojing went straight to the back room and took off the flag of the eighth regiment, which was embroidered by Wen Wuji later, and every day he and Zhang Xiaojing would salute the flag.

Seeing Zhang Xiaojing wearing clothes and picking up the flag again, Wen Wuji didn't understand anything, and hugged the other party: "What are you doing?" What are you doing...... No, no, no......"

"Get out of the way!" After another nine years, Wen Wuji is old after all, and Zhang Xiaojing, who was pulled by him, was pushed to the ground by him.

"Zhang Xiaojing, what are you going to do?" Wen Wuji leaned against the wall and shouted.

Zhang Xiaojing bowed his head and said, "Go back to the grave of the eighth regiment and help me toast a glass of wine." ”

"What are you going to do in the name of the Eighth Regiment?"

Walking to the door, Zhang Xiaojing turned around and said, "Gai Jiayun has pitted our eighth regiment, I'll talk to him about it." ”

At this time, Wen Ran blocked the door.

Thinking of smelling and dyeing, Zhang Xiaojing remembered what he had taught to smell and dye. Wen Wuji taught his daughter that suffering losses is a blessing, but Zhang Xiaojing taught Wen Ran that if he was bullied, he should fight back. Therefore, all along, Wenran has been closer to Zhang Xiaojing.

That day, Zhang Xiaojing did not go to Gai Jiayun for revenge.

Because of Wen Wuji's next words, he stopped.

Wen Wuji said, "You are not living alone in Chang'an, you are living for all the brothers of the Eighth Regiment." Only if you stay in Chang'an, we will be remembered, and your children and grandchildren will pass on our story in Chang'an. ”

"Chang'an is our faith, something we desperately guard, only when he becomes better and better, what we die is worthwhile!"

Yes, Zhang Xiaojing also told himself. But at this moment, the two brothers basically don't believe it anymore and can't deceive themselves.

From this day on, Wen Wuji, Zhang Xiaojing, and all of them coincidentally chose to get drunk every day.

"Faith is gone, people are finished, there is no point in doing anything, before getting drunk and drunk, time becomes longer and longer......," Zhang Xiaojing wore that military uniform, alone in the tavern pot by pot.

Until one day, he met a person, a person holding a book and a rope around his neck, who was Xu Bin, the head of the household department at that time. After seeing the drunken Zhang Xiaojing, Xu Bin fiddled with the rope, and after a while, he said: "The Eighth Regiment of the Anxi Iron Army." ”

"Get out!"

Ignoring Zhang Xiaojing's drive, Xu Bin sat opposite Zhang Xiaojing and sighed: "It's a pity, this regiment is gone." ”

"Get out!"

Xu Bin picked up the wine jug and sniffed it, shook his head and said, "This wine is not good, too thick, too strong, and slashing!" Drink some good, wine? But I don't have any money, so you have to buy it for me. ”

Zhang Xiaojing smiled, sneered, and said that there was a neuropathy in his heart.

Xu Bin saw that he didn't believe it, so he said: "I will ask questions, this is a big skill, I am worth your glass of wine." ”

Zhang Xiaojing said coldly: "Where have I seen you." ”

"Hehe, the little official of the household department, when Zhang Duwei investigated the case, he went to the household department to call the case, and they were all found for you in the archives." Xu Bin opened the oil-paper bag he was carrying, and inside was a small packet of cooked beef.

Zhang Xiaojing took a look, do you know me? The other party came prepared.

Throwing his money bag on the table, he drank a full glass, stared at Xu Bin and said, "Your question is worth it!" ”

After a moment of silence, Xu Bin slowly spoke, "You say, why do people like to listen to stories?" That's because, in the story, good people have good rewards. ”

Zhang Xiaojing sneered: "It's all made up." ”

"It depends on whether you believe it or not. The story you believe in is actually your choice, and your choice now may also become the story of the future. What kind of story do you want Chang'an people to hear? ”

After speaking, Xu Bin reached out to take the money bag, but was held down by Zhang Xiaojing, and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "You came to me on purpose?" ”

"Now the people of Chang'an are living in a dream, and this dream needs someone to guard it for him. Right? ”

This is all a matter of the second year of Tianbao, because of the old words, Zhang Xiaojing did not continue to look for Gai Jiayun desperately; Because of Xu Bin's words, Zhang Xiaojing continued to be a bad handsome with his heart, and broke a few more cases for Chang'an, until Lao Wen died because of demolition.

I stayed on death row for half a year, until now, on the fifteenth day of the first month of the third year of Tianbao, on the Yuan Lantern Festival.

Thinking about it now, it seems that it all has a connection.

Time pulled back to the present, inside the big light building, Zhang Xiaojing stared at Xiao Gui and asked, "Liu Zongqi was tied up by you and sent to my door?" ”