【Kuan Xin】Snake and Venom

Ning Qi's words made Yuan Zhongxin feel like being struck by lightning. He was silent for a long time, a few traces of self-deprecation flashed across his eyes, and his tone was inexplicably decadent: "But he...isn't my brother, is he?"

Ning Qi stared at Yuan Zhongxin intently, without saying a word.

Yuan Zhongxin suddenly raised his eyes to look: "I can feel that Ning Shu is not my younger brother. If he is, he will definitely admit it." He got off the bed and kept approaching Ning Qi, step by step, firm but firm. Vulnerability: "My brother, where the hell is it?"

Ning Qi's eyes flickered slightly, knowing that the other party couldn't see his smile, but he still managed to evoke a pretended casual smile, as if he was alerting himself to something, the moment he opened his mouth to speak, he didn't realize that the words The words trembled: "Your brother is dead."

Yuan Zhongxin's eyes were red, and he shouted in grief and anger: "You are talking nonsense!"

Ning Qi looked at the other party indifferently: "I'm not talking nonsense, your brother is dead."

Yuan Zhongxin was trembling all over, and his breath was short of breath, obviously it was the injury caused to his body by the rage.

Ning Qi took a few steps forward, came to Yuan Zhongxin on his own initiative, seemingly gently lifted Yuan Zhongxin's hair hanging by his ears, but in fact he was cruel: "If he is not dead, why didn't he come out to see you?"

Yuan Zhongxin wanted to be distracted to suppress the colic between his confidantes, but at the same time he had to look coldly at Ning Qi. He felt that his body was weak, but he refused to fall down. Pulling off the opponent's mask, the movement was too strong, Yuan Zhongxin's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell backwards, but Ning Qi grabbed his wrist and was embraced by the opponent half-supported and half-embraced.

Yuan Zhongxin's actions were beyond Ning Qi's expectation. He could hide, but he still let Yuan Zhongxin tear off his mask. Zhongxin's last hope.

Yuan Zhongxin felt dizzy, and it took him a while before his vision gradually recovered. He subconsciously raised his head to look at Ning Qi, who was close at hand, and saw a familiar face.

It was a face exactly like Ning Shu's.

Ning Qiding looked into Yuan Zhongxin's eyes, seeing his expression from unbelievable to hopeless to accept, and did not realize that he was as riddled with holes as the other party, crumbling, his cold voice echoed in Yuan Zhongxin's ears A voice came from the side: "See clearly, am I, Ning Qi, your brother?"

For a long time, Yuan Zhongxin lowered his head in a lonely state, his eyes were empty.

Ning Qi let go of him, casually took the loose cape at the head of the bed, and threw it into Yuan Zhongxin's arms: "Put it on and follow me."

Yuan Zhongxin put the cloak on himself numbly, followed Ning Qi, and walked out of the room.

Outside the door, Lou Changsi didn't know where he went, Yuan Zhongxin immediately stopped Ning Qi who was walking in front: "Where did my father go?"

Ning Qi didn't stop, and said without turning his head: "Ning Shu took him back."

Yuan Zhongxin stopped immediately, and turned around to find Lou Changsi, when Ning Qi's voice came from behind: "Don't worry, you will meet again on the battlefield."

Yuan Zhongxin gritted his teeth and had no choice but to turn around and follow Ning Qi: "So, where are you taking me now?"

Ning Qi sneered: "Take you to visit the Yinbing Pavilion."

At noon three days later, Wang Kuan came to the wall alone. It was already winter, and the cold wind outside the Great Wall was like a knife. I must stare at the desolation outside the wall, waiting for the person in my heart to return.

Suddenly, a steady voice came from behind him: "According to Zhong Xin's calculation, it may take another two days for him to come back."

Hearing this, Wang Kuan turned around to look, Yuan Bofin looked at him indifferently, Wang Kuan turned his head again, the lone sun in the distance was dazzling, he said: "According to my intuition, he is already on his way back."

Yuan Boji came to Wang Kuan's side and stood side by side with him: "You seem to have changed."

Become no longer blindly crazy, no longer blindly follow the desire in the bottom of my heart.

Yuan Bofin: "I thought that you would never allow Yuan Zhongxin to go to the Yinbing Pavilion this time."

I still remember the day when Tang Shun said that he wanted Yuan Zhongxin to help destroy the Yin Bing Pavilion, Wang Kuan was furious, as if he had been touched by the scales, wishing to kill Tang Shun immediately, to cut off any adventurous thoughts of Yuan Zhongxin—but Now, Wang Kuan is actually the calmest among so many people.

Wang Kuan's eyes gradually blurred, and he seemed to be lost in memory: "I said that I want to keep him safe for the rest of his life. Since it is his wish to destroy the Yinbing Pavilion, I will do my best to fulfill him."

Even the most authentic self has been clamoring, wishing to kneel down and beg him to stay.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Someone knocked on the thunder drum at the gate of the city wall, and three drums rang through the sky, which meant that the gate of the wall was opened and someone returned from afar.

Yuan Bo was stunned, and subconsciously shouted: "Yuan Zhongxin?!"

When he looked at Wang Kuan, the latter had disappeared.

Wang Kuan's heart was beating violently, and when he reached the side of the wall door, Zhao Jian and the others all came out to greet him, with excitement and anticipation in their eyes, and Wang Kuan himself was even more excited, with trembling fingertips.

The heavy wall door was finally pulled open by several soldiers. The moment the door was opened, that familiar figure stepped on a black horse, with black hair blowing in the wind and white clothes fluttering, coming against the light.

Yuan Zhongxin is back.

The crowd wept with joy and cheered like thunder.

Wang Kuan was the first to rush up, and hugged Yuan Zhongxin, who got off the horse, before his feet landed on the ground. First, he checked the other party carefully to make sure that Yuan Zhongxin was not injured, and then Wang Kuan poured out all his strength She used all her strength to pull him into her arms, her movements were gentle but hasty, and she refused to let go.

Yuan Zhongxin didn't mind that Wang Kuan hugged him with pain in his bones, and he even put his arms around Wang Kuan's strong waist. There were tears in his eyes, but he smiled on his face, and said softly: "Wang Kuan, what are you doing?" Thin?"

Wang Kuan didn't answer, but muffledly replied, "En."

"Miss me?"

"Ah."

"Have you had a good rest?"

"......Um."

"That's good."

After saying this, Yuan Zhongxin was silent, and Wang Kuan let go of Yuan Zhongxin uneasily, for fear that something might happen to him: "Zhongxin, what's wrong with you?"

A slight smile appeared on Yuan Zhongxin's lips, and he shook his head slightly: "It's nothing."

At this moment, everyone gathered around, with relieved smiles on their faces, Wei Yanei walked through the crowd, excited: "Yuan Zhongxin, you are back! You are so worried about us!"

Zhao Jian glanced at Yuan Zhongxin's whole body, and said happily and worriedly: "You are not injured, are you? Did that guy Ning Qi do anything to you? Have you seen your father?"

Yuan Zhongxin's smile froze for a moment, he nodded, and answered Zhao Jian's questions one by one: "I'm fine, as for my father, he's fine, he's still alive."

Xiao Jing was overjoyed: "Great! Brother Yuan, where is your father?"

Yuan Zhongxin: "He didn't come back with me."

The atmosphere was instantly dead silent.

Yuan Boji hurriedly asked: "Teacher, how is he, has he been locked up by Ning Qi?"

Yuan Zhongxin took a deep breath: "Brother, I'll talk about my father's affairs later. Now, I have something more important to tell you."

Wang Kuan disagreed: "No, you must be tired after a long journey and come back. Go and rest first."

Everyone agreed with Wang Kuan's words.

Yuan Zhongxin shook his head and refused: "What I want to talk about is related to the decisive battle with Yinbing Pavilion, and it cannot be delayed."

Wang Kuan stared at Yuan Zhongxin without saying a word. For some reason, he always felt that something was not right after Yuan Zhongxin came back from Daxia. Wang Kuan was very displeased with this feeling, as if something bad was waiting ahead. It happens with timing.

Seeing Wang Kuan lost in thought, Xue Ying asked for him, "Can your body hold it?"

Yuan Zhongxin nodded.

Now that Yuan Zhongxin had made up his mind, it was difficult for everyone to say anything. After entering the camp with Yuan Zhongxin, he handed him the marching formation map drawn in the past few days. The battlefield was originally decided by Yuan Zhongxin. It would take too much lengthy speeches to explain to Yuan Zhongxin, and he already understood the significance of such a layout of the marching formation.

Liang Zhu set up a small red flag in the northeast corner, and said in a deep voice: "This place is located on a mountain, easy to defend and difficult to attack. If you can attract all the [-]% of the Yin soldiers, then the reinforcements from Mr. Tang If we attack from the southern border, we will have a [-]% chance of winning."

Yuan Zhongxin stared: "Forty percent is not enough." He took two red flags representing the Xuanwu Army from the northwest and planted them in the northeast corner: "To win and kill the enemy here, you must account for more than [-] percent."

Liang Zhu was surprised: "In this way, most of the troops on the west side will be lost. The army of cavalry alone will not be able to withstand the west side."

Zhao Jian placed the flag of the team he was following on the west side: "The Northeast is the main battlefield that Yuan Zhongxin estimated, so if that's the case, the post-war phalanx that Brother An and I are stationed at should be able to take care of both sides. "

Yuan Boji quite agreed: "Zhao Jian is right. In this way, the formation of troops will be balanced again—Mr. An, what do you think?"

An Lijiu smiled: "Everything follows the arrangement."

Wang Kuan looked at Yuan Zhongxin, but the other party was silent, his eyes fluctuated, and he was fascinated by the flag that Zhao Jian moved just now. The strange feeling just now came to him again, and Wang Kuan frowned tightly.

Something is wrong, Yuan Zhongxin is too wrong.

Wei Yanei touched Yuan Zhongxin who was in a daze and said nothing, "Hey, what do you think, is this okay?"

Everyone looked at Yuan Zhongxin, waiting for him to speak.

Yuan Zhongxin said suddenly: "Impossible."

Everyone was stunned. They thought it was a solution to both sides, but Yuan Zhongxin vetoed it.

An Lijiu tilted his head: "I understand that you can't do it. After all, the southwest corner is too dangerous. If you don't pay attention, the enemy may take advantage of the territory. Since this is not possible, why don't I lead my troops to the southwest Jiao Shou, Zhao Jian, Xiao Jing and some of the Marquis of Cavalry stand still, and still guard the east?"

Just when everyone thought Yuan Zhongxin would agree, Yuan Zhongxin stretched out his hand and pulled out the flag representing An Lijiu, Zhao Jian and others: "Brother An, you don't need to play on the day of the final battle."

An Lijiu was completely stunned and had nothing to say for a while.

Everyone looked at Yuan Zhongxin in shock, only Wang Kuan didn't change his face, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense. He seemed to know what Yuan Zhongxin wanted to do.

Yuan Zhongxin continued on, "Not only you, but also Zhao Jian, Xiao Jing, Fan Zaizhi, and Mr. Wei, all the soldiers you have under your command are not allowed to enter the field."

An Lijiu's face darkened completely: "Yuan Zhongxin, what exactly do you want to do?"

With one word from Yuan Zhongxin, they cut 80% of their original strength. Originally, they were no match for the [-] elite soldiers of the Yin Bing Pavilion, and now they have lost nearly [-] troops. How can this battle be fought?

Yuan Zhongxin had no expression on his face: "You don't need to worry about these things. From tonight onwards, you will take other people to evacuate from here first."

An Lijiu stood up abruptly from the chair: "Yuan Zhongxin!"

"From now on—" Yuan Zhongxin looked at him calmly: "Your only task is to escort Zhao Jian, Xiaojing and Sister Suyi away safely."

An Lijiu laughed back angrily: "Yuan Zhongxin, go to the Yinbing Pavilion, did you throw your brains there, and you actually let me be a deserter?"

Zhao Jian looked at the indifferent young man with long hair in disbelief: "Yuan Zhongxin, do you know what you are doing?"

Wei Yanei hated seeing his own quarrel the most. He hurriedly stood up and acted as a peacemaker: "Don't even quarrel, don't quarrel! Take your time, talk slowly, okay? Don't we engage in internal strife before we win the battle, This is so hurtful..."

Yuan Zhongxin: "You are right, Wei Yanei."

Someone who was suddenly named was stunned: "What?"

"We can't win this battle."

Everyone was speechless and choked, the tent was brightly lit, but the candle seemed to be burning in everyone's heart, tormenting endlessly.

Wei Yanei reacted and almost jumped up: "I never said such a wicked thing!"

Xiaojing said timidly: "Brother Yuan, didn't you say we can win?"

Yuan Zhongxin clenched the hand hidden in his sleeve: "I miscalculated."

Wei Yanei was so astonished that he said incoherently: "Yuan Zhongxin, what are you kidding, what do you mean by miscalculation..."

Under everyone's gaze, Yuan Zhongxin lowered his head in silence.

Zhao Jian's eyes were red, and he rushed up and grabbed Yuan Zhongxin's collar, forcing him to look directly at him: "Yuan Zhongxin, what if you miscalculated, you said it yourself, as long as we work together, we There must be a chance of winning! You said we could win!"

"That's because you haven't seen the real Yinbing Pavilion with your own eyes!"

Yuan Zhongxin scolded sharply, startling everyone present.He gritted his teeth, took Zhao Jian's hand, and tore it off his collar: "Do you think that the 80 elites of the Yinbing Pavilion are a joke? Why do you think Ning Qi was able to be involved in that rebellion?" A complete victory? Our military strength, my countermeasures, and everyone's hard work are like child's play in front of him!"

"You think Lin Yao is insane and inhuman, but let me tell you, the Yin soldiers I have seen are even more insane and inhuman than Lin Yao. They are a bunch of monsters!"

Every word of Yuan Zhongxin seemed to be hanging on a cliff: "Zhao Jian, do you think you can win a group of monsters?"

Zhao Jian resisted the trembling in his voice, and said stubbornly: "You haven't tried it, how do you know you can't win?"

Yuan Zhong smiled hard: "Try? How to try? Will you try with your lives? If I try to the end and the end is a disastrous failure, what should I do?"

Zhao Jian gritted her teeth: "What about you?"

Yuan Zhongxin was speechless.

Zhao Jian choked up and asked, "Wang Kuan, Wei Yanei, Xue Ying, Brother Yuan, Liang Dutou and the others! What do you want to do! Take them to death by yourself, let us be deserters!"

Yuan Zhongxin said softly: "I just want you to live."

Zhao Jian was filled with grief and anger, with tears running down her face, but she didn't notice it at all: "Yuan Zhongxin, you are a selfish coward!"

Wang Kuan said coldly, "Zhao Jian, that's enough!"

Xiaojing anxiously ran forward to hold Zhao Jian's arm, and said at a loss: "Sister Zhao, don't say that..."

Zhao Jian turned a deaf ear to Wang Kuan's scolding and Xiao Jing's pleading: "Why do you make the decision for me! Why do everyone listen to you! Why!" She couldn't suppress the tears in her eyes, and she became rational in an instant. Breaking the embankment: "What if you die? What if you can't come back!"

The light in Yuan Zhongxin's eyes was torn apart, his heart was riddled with holes by Zhao Jian's words, it seemed to be dripping blood, and it seemed to be scratched by gravel little by little, he bit the tip of his tongue, turned around and wanted to leave the tent: "As soon as Xu enters tonight, you all go. I will hand over the evacuation route to Xiaojing later."

Xiaojing stared blankly at Yuan Zhongxin's back, wanting to cry but not daring to cry.

Zhao Jian's eyes were burning, and he was distracted: "I won't leave. When the day of the decisive battle comes, I will still appear on the battlefield!"

Yuan Zhongxin didn't turn his head back: "Zhao Jian, don't force me to break up with you." He was silent for a moment, then said: "An Lijiu, protect them well."

After Yuan Zhongxin left, Wang Kuan chased him out immediately, leaving only the people in the camp, relatively speechless, the air in the air stagnant, dignified and depressed.

Zhao Jian sat down on the chair in a daze, holding a note tightly in her palm at some point, she gradually regained her senses, and handed the note to An Lijiu.

An Lijiu took it in perplexity, and read it carefully...