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Yijing: Ah...the three-year struggle is about to begin!

Yao Shang: Shut up!

When Yijing felt pain all over his body, he realized that he was still alive.

However, the qi and blood in the chest churned, as if someone had ripped open his belly alive, and then poured red coals into it. The scorching meridian blood flowed through the whole body, making him lose sight of the other, but he also felt the thin line between pain and numbness.

"Yijing? Yijing?"

Someone called his name in his ear, the sound was very distant, he wanted to follow the sound and open his eyes, but suddenly found that it was not Chang Ming's voice, and the beating heart seemed to be silent again.

Changming?A familiar name, he sank in the darkness, and searched involuntarily, like a person who fell into the deep sea looking for a white pearl, which should be eye-catching and cannot be hidden, but he searched for it several times but to no avail.

"If you don't wake up, I won't be able to wait..." A person beside him sighed, "I should go."

who?want to go?

Yijing felt a pain in his heart, like a drifter drifting with the current and finally fell on the beach. When the sea water receded, the icy wind woke him up.

"Great Commander?!"

Yijing finally remembered that this person was Fu Yuanping... No, he was Nanrong Xingsheng.

When Xing Cheng saw Yijing's scarlet eyes, he had already been concerned about it, so he couldn't help but turn pale with fright, so he hurriedly appease Yijing and let him be patient for the time being.

"Your eyes are still red, you can't call the imperial doctor."

Yijing wanted to speak, but couldn't speak, so he could only nod silently, watching Xingcheng go to pour water, his voice was still hoarse after several cups.

"This... where is this?"

"It's in the palace." Xing Cheng helped him to lie down again, "Commander Hua saved Tingxue and you as well. He told His Majesty that you were in prison where people were harmed to death, so His Majesty issued an order to order Yu Doctor's diagnosis and treatment. In five days, Tingxue will go to the worship hall and get married."

Yijing finally felt that he had come back to life.

"I'm sorry, this time I will also implicate Junhou..."

"Father let me feel at ease," Xing Cheng said with a forced smile, "Maybe on the day I was picked up, it was destined to end like this, but sooner or later, I am the one to blame."

"Don't think about it too much." Yijing sat up, Xing Cheng put a pillow on his back, and then stood up, "The scarlet in your eyes has faded, I'll call the imperial doctor."

Yijing nodded feebly, and asked casually, "Where's Chang Ming? Tell him he's safe for me."

"It may be a long time before he realizes that you are still safe and well." Xing Sheng looked at him sadly, and his eyes that had never wavered in the ancient well turned into a bottomless pool of water, hiding the decay and filth in the soil, "he gone."

"Let's go?" Yijing's eyes were wide open, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and he was about to force himself out of bed, and staggered towards the door before he could get dressed.

"Don't think about it, he walked for three days, you can't catch up."

"Where did he go?" Yijing couldn't help but asked anxiously. He tried to grab Xingcheng's arm several times with his palm and questioned him carefully, but he couldn't match the dying body. He watched helplessly as his fingers slid across the soft fabric. Turning into a blade, "Is the person who responds arranged? Don't you know how dangerous this is!"

"He didn't go to Huacheng!" Xing Cheng stepped forward and stopped him: "In order to protect your people, he went southeast alone."

Yijing didn't answer, and raised his hand to wave Xingcheng away.

However, Xing Sheng refused to budge.

"Are you still thinking about being able to leave?" Xing Sheng asked back: "All Chang Ming did was to know that you cared about him and would not let him leave, but the memorials to impeach you continued unabated. Chang Ming was also dismissed from office, Mr. Gu is also struggling, he left just hoping you can stay!"

Yijing understands the significance of this matter too well, just like the battalion commander can die generously in order to protect the army commander on the battlefield.

But he has no way out, if he walks away, not to mention the destruction of years of hard work, it will be involved countless times.

"You guys are going too far..." Yijing took a few steps back, barely stood up with the round table, his eyes were dark, but his mind reminded him of pain in his heart, as if someone had kneaded his internal organs into a ball and made it into a ball. A pile of foul-smelling carrion, but he himself was unharmed, "You stabbed me hard in the chest, and you still hang me, let me live..."

Xing Cheng came forward silently and helped him back to the bed.

"You rest now", Xingcheng will disappear without a trace, life and death, but the pain will not end here, "I should go..."

Yijing remembered hearing this sentence in the haze.

"Where are you going?"

"The Ministry of War has sent me the transfer order. I am about to set off and go to the northern border. I will serve as a lieutenant under Bai Xiangying and guard the border... Chen Ying will also go to the southwest border to serve in Huang Ying's army..."

"Northern Xinjiang..." Yijing uttered these two words with difficulty from his throat, "Bai Xiangying and Huang Ying took refuge in Gan Yi early, and there are frequent wars at the border. This is to put you to death..." He said with a sad smile: "Because your father is against Gan Yi, so he doesn't have to show mercy to Ling Junhou."

"I'm fine, don't worry." Xing Cheng sat by the bed, held his hand and said in a low voice, "It's just that once we leave, you will be alone in the Ningwu army."

Yijing tightly clenched Xingcheng's hand, unable to speak.

"The future will be bumpy, I hope you cherish it... But in a few years, we will see each other again... As long as the commander is alive, how can the victory and defeat be as easy as Gan Yi wants?"

Yijing understands what Xingcheng said, and also knows that this kind of result should be commonplace, there will always be people who want to be buried for it, and there will always be people who walk on the road paved with bones to the end.

Xing Sheng let go of his hand, but Yi Jing didn't stop him. He watched Xing Sheng salute his farewell, unable to say goodbye, until the door was closed again, Yi Jing's eyes were already blurred, and the north wind howled outside The sound, it's the time of year for snowfall again.

"The day we meet again..." He sneered with tears in his eyes, and murmured to himself.

After recuperating in the palace for three days, Yijing was finally able to get out of bed and walk around without delay, and immediately left the palace to go to Jianhe Valley.The emperor had already passed down a decree to remove Yijing from the post of commander of the army, demoted eight ranks in a row, and served as a small official in the sixth battalion. To see the effect, the post of commander of the Ningwu army was taken over by Lan Mo, the commander of the sixth battalion. The post of commander of the sixth battalion was taken over by Bao Huan, and the post of commander of the seventh battalion was taken over by Chu Guangliang.

Since he is no longer the commander of the army, naturally there is no car and horse to see him off, so he can only walk on foot. Gu Xiaowu couldn't bear it, so he hired a car and horse to take him off, but he had to stop five miles away from Jianhe Valley, letting Yijing like this Staggered back to the valley.

Fortunately, Lan Mo was well prepared. Hearing that Yijing was coming back today, he didn't care about the many red tapes. He put on a carriage and came to pick him up. After taking Yijing to his residence, he comforted him to rest.

"I don't dare, so I just clean out this house and leave it to the commander. How can I occupy the magpie's nest?"

"Big army..." Lan Mo opened his mouth and realized that he had slipped his words, and then he pretended to be innocent and smiled: "Don't rush for a moment, you are injured, and it is important to recover from your injuries. The official has ordered Baohuan to allow you Report to the Sixth Battalion a month later."

"Thank you, Commander..." Yijing bowed to Lan Mo, suppressing all the discomfort in his heart, and pretended to be self-reliant, "So I will take the time to clean this house clean."

Lan Mo couldn't say anything more.

However, Yijing was injured, Xiao Tingyu said nothing to let him do it again, but Yijing was determined not to listen to advice, he wanted to be busy with Xiao Tingyu, and occasionally a group of friends walked by outside the door The sergeant couldn't help pointing, Xiao Tingyu was so angry that he wanted to do it after hearing a few words, but was stopped by Yijing.

"Father, even when he was the commander of the Ningwu Army, these ridicules were indispensable. Now that the tiger is in Pingyang, why bother with other people's words."

Xiao Tingyu dropped the gun in his hand to the ground with a muffled sound.

"I know my father has suffered and suffered, and I don't care about living in a small and dark room, but dropping eight grades in a row is an insult compared to things outside of him!" Xiao Tingyu became more and more sad as he spoke, "What's more..."

"What's more, many people have to go far away because of me, and their flesh and blood are separated." Yijing looked at Xiao Tingyu's bitter appearance, reached out and stroked her hair, and said calmly: "You think father is because of I feel sad, so I act forcefully, but I do understand that if I let myself sit quietly and dream, I will only be a hundred times sad and make others happy. My father has been in the officialdom and killed in the battlefield for nearly 20 years. Compared with anyone, I understand this. It's the feeling of being stepped on to the bottom. Since I'm still alive, I should rebuild the country as soon as possible. The sooner I can become the commander of the army again, the sooner I can meet your father..."

Xiao Tingyu smiled sadly, heartbroken with relief.

"Don't think about it, just move the things away." Yijing patted his daughter on the shoulder, and was about to bend down to pick up the wooden box on the ground, but found that someone had done it for him one step earlier.

"Seventh Battalion Commander."

The current Seventh Battalion Commander is exactly Chu Guangliang.

"It's good to see that you have nothing to do. I'll help you move these things over."

"No." Yijing snatched the wooden box back from him and handed it to Xiao Tingyu, "Anyone can help, but you can't. If you really want to help me, then quickly go back to your room and let the box out." In other words, if anyone has the heart to help me, he will have trouble with your Seventh Battalion Commander, and don't get close to me from now on."

"Why?" Chu Guangliang didn't know what happened.

"The time has not come."

"When will it arrive?"

"You will know then."

Chu Guangliang pursed his lips, after all he still obeyed Yijing's order, turned around and left.

The father and daughter tidied up their things and were about to move to a distant house. Halfway through the journey, they heard the childish cries of two children. The two looked at each other, and Yijing seemed to think of something, so he went on his way without saying a word. Sheng ran to his original residence.

It was Xingsheng's son and daughter who were crying.

"Master Sun, Ms. Sun..." the steward persuaded the two of them dry-mouthed, "The young master gave you an order before he left, and asked you to return to the Marquis of Lingjun's mansion, so why are you waiting here? The young master Not coming back!"

"Shut up!" Shuya's voice became extremely sharp, "My father and mother will come back! Father said he would come back!"

"Miss Sun..." Hearing her yell, the housekeeper almost burst into tears, and after thinking about it, he didn't know how to comfort her.

"Your father will come back," Yijing said softly, "It just takes some time, so before that, your family will take care of you."

When Shuze saw it was him, she immediately rushed forward, hugging him and weeping bitterly.

"Is it because I... I did something wrong, so father and mother must leave us..." The more Shuze said, the more sad she became, and she almost fainted from crying, "Shuze dare not, Shuze no longer I don’t dare anymore, let my father and mother come back quickly..."

The housekeeper was also weeping uncontrollably.

"Xingcheng didn't blame you." Yijing swallowed the soreness in his throat, "He hopes that you and your sister can have a happy life, so go back with the butler. When your father, lord, and mother come back, they will look for you at home. "

"Then I won't go! I'm going to wait here for them to come back!" Shuze stopped crying, but she was unexpectedly stubborn.

"But they will come here after they go home first." Yijing raised his hand and wiped the tears from Shuya's face with his sleeve, "You can see them sooner when you go home."

"Then let's go home..." Shuze nodded obediently, and asked persistently, "When will they come back?"

"They have their own affairs. They are too busy. They will come back to see you every night. If you don't fall asleep well, your father will definitely be unhappy."

"Oh... I'll go home now, otherwise my father and mother won't be able to see me at night!"

Shuze nodded with a vague understanding, and then cheerfully took Shuya back to the house to clean up, but the housekeeper turned his head silently and looked further away.

Chang Ming is gone, Xing Cheng has gone out, Lan Mo has rebelled, Gan Yi is proud, his son is married, and Yi Jing is suffering.

Chang Ming, come back soon_(:з」∠)_

Project, hurry up and play the game _(:з」∠)_