[Fifth Personality] Nian Nian Hanchun Dongfeng Remnant [Soul of Umbrella Dongfengyao]

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Book Title: [Soul of the Umbrella Dongfeng Yao] Niannian Hanchun Dongfeng Remnant [Fifth Personality]

Author: Necromancer

【Copywriting】

"Family, but people who are related by blood. It's just... that's it?"

"Burn confused... Am I not a blameless family?"

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"I hate war so much. I don't think anyone hates those endless fights more than I do..."

"Wu Jiu is not happy, then when I grow up, I will go with Wu Jiu to end those wars with my own hands."

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"No blame—"

"?"

"Death and life are inseparable, talk to Zicheng—"

"Hold your hand and grow old with your son."

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If you are so broad, you will not live without me; if you are sighing, you will not believe me...

Die Dang, Sauvignon Blanc...

"May Er Zhenxiang be in good health for the rest of his life"

The distance between life and death, the distance between Yin and Yang, although difficult to overcome, is not insurmountable.

One day, we will meet again.

"May you not forget your future life and appearance"

Based on the background of "Dongfengyao" (later evolved into residual flowers and tears), including my own understanding and setting, but as close as possible to the official setting.

The background and dynasties are all empty, so don't get into it.

My experience is still inexperienced, and there are too many bugs in logic and typos. Please forgive me.

No offense!No offense!No offense!Do not accept brushing cp!

It is a feeling beyond family affection, and the two tacitly express it. [Actually, it's okay to say it's love, but the window paper hasn't been pierced. 】

There are many reversals, I hope I can stick to it.

Related fan songs are in production.

Weibo has the same name as Jinjiang.

[The cover is from Su Ruo]

Content tags: a soft spot for a match made in heaven childhood sweetheart

Search keywords: Protagonist: Xie Bi'an, Fan Wujiu┃Supporting roles: Qi Kuo, Cheng Shuo, Zhen Guogong, Mo Rong, Qianhong, Mr. Kong┃Others:

One-sentence introduction: Life does not meet, action is like participating in business.

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☆, expedition

In January of the fifth year of Nianhan, the sky was still dark and the clouds were heavy.The howling wind blows away the yellow plums scattered in the dark corner.The breeze carried the fragrance lightly tiptoed through every house, and laughed and urged them to open the door.Regardless of being shivering from the cold, the people in Nantai gathered towards the gate of the city, not knowing why.

Before reaching the gate of the city, the clouds that overwhelmed the city could not conceal its gloom, weeping down the rustling snow.Snow falls on the branches of Huangmei, spreading its fragrance even more.But this Haruyuki also failed to keep people's hasty footsteps, on the contrary, it aroused deeper interest.

"I heard that we have arrived at the gate of the city? Hurry up! Maybe we can catch a glimpse!"

Pushing away the layers of crystal clear snowflakes, you can see the mighty military horses lined up in a neat formation, extending to the city gate.The flag fluttered with the wind, and the strong contrast between the dark red and the frosty white directly hit the line of sight, arousing infinite turmoil.

The leading general is a young man who does not look very old.He is holding a horse in one hand, and holding a yellow plum oil-paper umbrella with a gold-rimmed outline and black and white Tai Chi colors in the other. There is a black tassel hanging from the end of the umbrella handle.The long ink-like hair is raised high with a golden hair crown decorated with red and blue coral bead tassels, which is full of vigor.On the white cross-neck short dress with golden flower branches, there are scale armor handguards and shoulder pads, and a dark red cloak; the tiger girdle connected with thin ropes and shoulder pads perfectly outlines his waist .

His face was too handsome, but not feminine at all.The gentle eyebrows and eyes are like a paintbrush, and the red flowers dotted between the eyebrows are the finishing touch, adding a bit of dusty temperament to him.There always seemed to be a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked like a very gentle person, which made people feel warm in their hearts.

He is Xie Bi'an, the Great General of Zhenbei who fought for thousands of miles and defended against enemies in all directions.Although he looked more like a gentle and gentle young man than a general, but after all, people should not be judged by appearances, and it is naturally impossible for him to sit on the position of a general at a young age.

For some reason, Xie Bi'an suddenly stopped, turned around, and his eyes fell on the dense crowd.Only the sound of horseshoes came from not far away, and a gap was slowly opened in the originally dense crowd, and a galloping young man appeared in people's sight.

His attire is similar to that of Xie Bi'an, except that his short skirt is black and he does not wear scales.The handsome face is a bit cold and hard, with sharp edges and corners; the eyebrows and eyes are sharp and aggressive, and there is an aura that makes people shy away.Ruowu's safflower, like Xie Bi'an's, softened his arrogance a bit, maybe just a frown and a look are enough to make people lose their minds.

"Call-"

The young man tightened the rein in his hand, stopped the horse's pace and stopped in front of Xie Bi'an.After stabilizing his figure, he rolled over from the horse's back sideways.

"Hey, this is General Fan...?"

Some people began to speculate on the identity of the visitor.

"That's right. The Purple Steed was bestowed by the Son of Heaven, and there are only two horses in the whole city. Besides General Xiao Xie, only General Xiao Fan received this grace!"

"I didn't expect General Fan to come too..."

"I heard that he..."

"Shh..."

The crowd that had been silent because of this episode became lively again, and people talked about this little general Fan.

General Fan's name is "Fan Wujiu", and he is from the same school as General Xie.The red seal between the eyebrows like a flower tin is the mark of his teacher.Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an were childhood sweethearts and siblings since childhood, not relatives but far more than relatives.Since the age of 16, he has fought side by side with Xie Bi'an and conquered the battlefield together. He has made many achievements and gained a great reputation, which is feared by other countries.

Although they are all great generals who killed enemies everywhere, they have always been well versed in people's livelihood and cared about the people.On weekdays, he often wanders among the people, and never takes the posture of a general, so he is very friendly.In addition to his young age, he was just past the weak crown, so he was affectionately called "Little General Xie" and "Little General Fan".

However, at the end of last year, General Xiao Fan who was stationed at the border with General Xiao Xie was attacked in the army tent.General Xiao Fan was assassinated in a trick and was poisoned, so he had to recuperate in the mansion, so only General Xiao Xie went to this expedition.

But at this moment, the person who was supposed to be recuperating at home appeared in front of everyone, no wonder people were so surprised.

"Not to blame...?"

Seeing that the visitor was dusty and dusty, even the eyelashes were stained with hoarfrost, Xie Bi'an's beautiful brows couldn't help but frowned, put down the rein in his hand, and went forward to meet Fan Wujiu.

"How many times have I said it... The spring snow has arrived, and the sky is freezing cold. Since I am sick, I should stay at home to rest and recuperate. How can I be so nonsense!"

As gentle as Xie Bi'an, his voice always sounded low and soft, even for reprimands, it was only a little thicker than usual.

Maybe it's because the weather is too cold, and because of the horse riding all the way here, Fan Wujiu's eyes are slightly black and his lips are also a little dark purple.

"Brother An is going on an expedition, is there any reason not to send him off?" Fan Wujiu said seriously.

Although he was blaming, Xie Bi'an still put the handle of the umbrella into Fan Wujiu's hand, took off the cloak and put it on him:

"It's just a matter of coming, and I don't see you holding an umbrella. Even if you come in a carriage and bring Cheng Shuo or Qian Hong, you have to be alone in the wind and snow."

Seeing that Fan Wujiu couldn't refuse, he had no choice but to give up and let Xie Bian put his cloak on himself.

If possible, he would rather be taught by Xie Bian all the time.

A bitterness surged in his throat.

Fan Wujiu slightly raised his hand holding the oiled paper umbrella, so that Xie Bi'an could also be covered by it and not be stained by snowflakes.Looking at the bright red mark on Xie Bi'an's forehead, he couldn't help feeling a little lost, and murmured as if talking to himself:

"...Dragging such a useless body always makes Brother An uneasy."

If I hadn't been careless at the beginning, how could Brother An be in danger alone now...

Hearing his words, Xie Bi'an couldn't help laughing: "Could it be that you're frozen?" He fastened the cloak on Fan Wujiu, and smoothed his clothes, "Come here in such a hurry just to talk to me? "

On weekdays, Fan Wujiu never took the initiative to bring up this matter.Just now Wu Jiu accidentally said what was on his mind, and now he might not know what to do.

Fan Wujiu was startled for a moment, then he realized that Xie Bi'an was using a joke to divert the topic, so his heart warmed up, so he let it go:

"Of course not." After hesitating for a moment, he took out something from his bosom and handed it to Xie Bi'an, "I have something for Brother An."

The thing looks like a pottery xun, with yellow plum branches painted on the surface, patterned with clouds, and an East China Sea pearl at the bottom, with black tassels like horsetails hanging down.

Xie Bi'an took it, only to feel that the thing was boiling hot, accompanied by a strong plum fragrance overflowing.After careful inspection, Fang felt that there was another mystery beside the yellow plum branch, and there was a mechanism to make it open and close.The interior is bright with sparks.

"Plum fragrance powder is added inside, which can be burned repeatedly and lasts for a long time. It can be used as a sachet or a hand stove."

After listening to Fan Wujiu's explanation, even Xie Bian, who had read it all over, couldn't help being amazed by it.

He stroked the cloud patterns and plum blossom branches on the pendant with his fingertips, knowing that such a delicate design and craftsmanship must have been made by the sick body with a lot of thought and effort, and it was specially sent to him when he went out to fight.

"Wugui has a heart, I like it very much." Xie Bi'an looked softly, tied the pendant around his waist, and showed a warm smile like a spring day. "I will never leave my body in the future."

"As long as you like it."

Fan Wujiu's cold brows and eyes were also softened by the sunlight, other than that, there was no special emotion on his face.But anyone who is familiar with him knows that he is actually very happy.

I am happy because of Xie Bi'an's actions.

"Brother An...can you give it a name?"

Naming something that irrigates your heart and soul is equivalent to giving it a soul; it will embrace the creator's wish to be with you forever and forever.

"Ah, naturally."

Where would Xie Bi'an refuse, he readily agreed.He pondered for a moment, then said calmly:

"...Dongfeng Yao sent you a note, the cold moon chases the fragrance, and you are still young. How about calling it 'Chasing the Fragrance'?"

The east wind sent the king to remember, the cold moon chases the fragrance and returns the youth...

Fan Wujiu chewed these words silently, only felt his heart tremble heavily, as if he had been poked into something.But there was still no abnormality on his face, he only nodded in affirmation:

"Good name."

Xie Bi'an smiled, tied Fan Wujiu's strand of black hair scattered on his forehead behind his ear, and gazed tenderly at his slightly closed eyelids.

At this time, a guard ran up to Xie Bi'an not far away, bowing his hands:

"The time has come, and the general, please hurry up and get on the road."

Xie Bi'an nodded to him, expressing that he knew.Suddenly remembered something, turned his head again, and said slowly to Fan Wujiu:

"In a few days... Go to Jiangnan and live there. I have set up a separate hospital there. The poison is very strong, and the water and soil in the south of the Yangtze River are moist, which is more suitable for you to take care of yourself."

Unexpectedly, before Xie Bi'an finished speaking, Fan Wujiu shook his head and declined politely:

"The road to the south of the Yangtze River is far away, and Brother An must first enter Nantai on the day of his return. Only by waiting here can we greet Brother An at the first time."

The expected answer.Xie Bi'an was helpless: "No fault..."

He also tried to persuade Fan Wujiu in this way many times, but Fan Wujiu refused every time with various reasons.

"Even if we can't fight side by side with Brother An, Brother Jiu will make an oath here today to wait in the city until Brother An returns and never leave!"

Fan Wujiu clasped his fists, his gaze was firm.

"The mountains have no mausoleums, and the rivers are exhausted. The thunder in winter shakes, and the rain and snow in summer. The heaven and the earth are united, so you dare to break your promise!"

His eyes were firm, his words were sonorous and forceful, and there was no room for persuasion.

Although Xie Bi'an knew that Fan Wujiu was stubborn, but where had he seen such a tough Wujiu at this moment?For a while, I was a little overwhelmed, and it was impossible not to be touched by it.

"You..."

Neither is it persuasion, nor is it to persuade him, there is really nothing to do with him.Xie Bi'an could only sigh secretly, and gently loosened his clenched fists: "...I will never let Wu Jiu wait too long." Then he softened his voice, "Wait for me to avenge Wu Jiu, I will go to Jiangnan with Wu Jiu, okay?"

Fan Wujiu knew that it was for his own good that Xie Bi'an was always so concerned about his body, so he showed a slight smile, and did not refuse again: "...Okay, it's up to Brother An to decide." He paused again, seemingly Thousands of words came to my mouth, and finally only condensed into four words:

"Brother An, take care."

"Don't worry, how can I forget that there is still a close relative in Nantai waiting for my triumphant return. You should also take good care of yourself, don't keep messing around with those things until midnight."

After Xie Bi'an finished speaking, Fan Wujiu's eyes were full of surprise and he felt uncomfortable.He also didn't know how Xie Bi'an knew.But after thinking about it, Xie Bi'an probably overheard some servants in the mansion gossiping, or his attendant was caught off guard.

Apparently Xie Bi'an didn't intend to explain more about this matter, he just smiled softly at Fan Wujiu and got on the horse led by the guards.

"You should go back quickly. Profile, stay at home."

"Brother An—umbrella!"

"Hold on without blame."

Xie Bi'an waved to him with a smile, rode his horse and left with the mighty army.

Fan Wujiu still stood at the same spot, watching Xie Bi'an leave the city gate, gradually drifting away.It wasn't until the army completely disappeared from his sight that he slowly turned around and took Zi Jun's reins.The shadow of the oil-paper umbrella covered his face, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly. The bright red cloak on Kongliu's shoulders fluttered sadly in the wind.

☆, assassination

"My lord, you know that General Fan will definitely come."

Qi Kuodao, who was following Xie Bi'an, did not sound suspicious, but affirmative.

"Oh?" Xie Bi'an asked back.

"Your Excellency was looking for materials for making umbrellas a few days ago, and spent so much time making them, and I never use them on weekdays. But today I brought them specially." It must have been a special trip for General Fan.

Xie Bi'an smiled, noncommittal.

Fan Wujiu has always been informal, and it has become a habit in the army all year round, no matter how much rain, how strong the sun is, he doesn't like to hold an umbrella, and what's more, he doesn't prepare it specially.

But today is not the same as in the past, Fan Wujiu's body is not as good as before, he is prone to typhoid fever, so Xie Bi'an personally made one for him.

"Hehe, it's not my fault that I'm like a brother, I should take care of him."

"The bond between the General and General Fan is unsurpassable."

Qi Kuo is Xie Bi'an's confidant, and has followed him for a long time.He saw the friendship between Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu, and sighed.

Xie Bi'an was originally the son of a courtier, and he was weak since he was a child.When he was six years old, he had a serious illness. He tried all kinds of famous doctors to no avail, and almost lost his life.

Strange to say, it was a lame Taoist who cured him in the end.

The lame Taoist said that the child was destined to have three calamities.A calamity at the age of six, a calamity at the age of 23, and a calamity at the age of 27.If you get a noble person, you can spend it safely.Moreover, his horoscope is negative, and his hits bring evil spirits, which can only be resolved by following Wu Ze.

And Xie's family was born as a civil servant of three generations, and his family is full of scholars.Therefore, the Xie family had no choice but to send Xie Bi'an to be taught by his family friend, Mr. Kong, and he began to practice martial arts from then on.

Mr. Kong is highly skilled in martial arts and is famous far and wide. When he was young, he also broke through the world, but he has been reclusive for many years.On the outside, he looks like a fairy master who has just come out of the dust. No one would have thought that he was once a master of martial arts.

And Fan Wujiu is the child picked up by Mr. Kong.

He was only four years old at the time and wandered around after being separated from his parents during the war.When Mr. Kong passed through Nanzhou, he met him who was dying of hunger, and he hugged him back out of pity.Later, he felt that the boy had a strong temper but was kind, and he was quite eye-catching, and his body was naturally suitable for martial arts, so he simply took him in as a disciple.

Xie Bi'an is gentle and humble, and thoughtful; Fan Wujiu is upright and keeps his promise, while Leng Yi is stubborn.The two learn from one person, they are childhood sweethearts since they were young; when they grow up, they fight side by side, and live and die together.Although the two have very different personalities, they get along extremely well.

The rustling snow dyed Xie Bi'an's hair gray, soaking it in a trace of coldness, which made Xie Bi'an subconsciously stretch out his hand to caress the warmth hanging from his waist.Xie Bi'an felt a strange feeling when he touched the soft tassel at the tail.

Familiar touch.

He spread the tassels on his hands and looked at them carefully.

Ink color, like a ponytail...

That's right, just like the tassels he gave to Wu Jiu's oil-paper umbrella.

And the tassels are his own hair.

Xie Bi'an couldn't help laughing.

Didn't expect them to even think of this in one place?

Qi Kuo also smiled and said: "Although my lord has always been reluctant to send General Fan off with his sick body, I didn't even tell you the specific time. But when General Fan really came, my lord was actually very happy."

yes...

I don't want Wu Jiu to brave the wind and snow to see him off, but I'm happy to see him before leaving.

Contradictory and complicated mood.

To be more specific, apart from not wanting Wu Jiu's already weak body to be frozen, at the same time, I also don't want to touch their common knot——

The assassination last year.

Undercurrents are surging on the border of the Wu Kingdom. As generals, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu are sent to the border to guard against unforeseen circumstances.

In the middle of the night, the soldiers were already sound asleep, but Xie Bi'an's tent was still lit.

Yesterday, a few suspicious-looking people were captured in the team dispatching food and grass. They seemed to be Beiwu people in disguise. I don't know how they want to make trouble there.So Xie Bi'an is investigating the matter thoroughly overnight.

While checking the list, Xie Bi'an suddenly heard the sound of fighting from not far away, and the direction of the sound was Fan Wujiu's camp!

Xie Bi'an knew something was wrong, so he rushed over with his short sword.I saw Fan Wujiu wrestling with a group of people, facing the enemy from both sides, because the opponent's superiority in numbers seemed a bit powerless.

Xie Bi'an lowered his breath, his body moved slightly, taking advantage of the unsuspecting people with their backs facing him, he raised his sword and dropped it straight to kill several people, his technique was skillful.With Xie Bi'an's help, coupled with the extraordinary skills of the two, those people were quickly eliminated by them.

"These people are dressed... like the Grain Team."

Xie Bi'an looked at one of the corpses with a solemn expression.

It must be the reason why his tent was still lit just now, these people did not dare to attack him, so they concentrated their targets on Fan Wujiu who was sleeping.It's just that they didn't expect Fan Wujiu to be so vigilant, before they got close to the bed, the person who should have been asleep jumped up and waved four or five throwing knives at them.

Fan Wujiu was silent.Like Xie Bi'an, he also thought of some people who sneaked into the grain and grass team recently.

When he was lost in thought, he accidentally glanced behind Xie Bi'an who was squatting down to inspect the corpse, his pupils shrank sharply, and immediately reminded Xie Bi'an loudly:

"Brother An, be careful behind you!"

The tacit understanding with Fan Wujiu accumulated over the years was there, Xie Bi'an did not doubt that he was there, so he stabbed the short sword behind him with his backhand, and hit the man's chest.

However, at the moment when Xie Bi'an drew his sword, Fan Wujiu suddenly felt his back go cold, and then he found a black and green knife point piercing his chest.

"No fault—!"

It was too late when Xie Bi'an noticed, the assassin's dagger had already pierced through Fan Wujiu's body, and then pulled out.

"Tsk..."

Fan Wujiu held back the severe pain and quickly clamped the assassin's neck, and with a crisp "click", he snapped it off neatly.Fan Wujiu who had done all this also exhausted all the strength in his body and collapsed like a collapse.

How could Xie Bi'an watch Fan Wujiu collapse on the cold and hard ground?He quickly walked to Fan Wujiu's side, stretched out his hand to catch him, then firmly supported Fan Wujiu's weak body and squatted down, so that he could lean on him and check the wound easily.

"Fortunately..." Xie Bi'an breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately in misfortune, no vitals were hurt.

The place where they are located is ventilated from front to back, so that Fan Wujiu's body shivered a little due to the cold.Xie Bi'an put his hand on his shoulder, lifted him halfway onto the bed and sat down, then tore off a piece of fabric from his clothes, and pressed his wound tightly to stop the bleeding.

"Be patient for a while, I have sent someone to find a military doctor."

Facing Xie Bi'an's eyes full of worry and uneasiness, Fan Wujiu opened his mouth slightly, wanting to tell Xie Bi'an not to panic and that he is fine, but he didn't want to cough up a mouthful of blood heavily.

black blood.

"...!"

The strange color of the blood stains burned Xie Bi'an's eyes, even though he was always calm, it was difficult for him to maintain his composure at this moment.

The dagger is poisoned...

Xie Bi'an settled Fan Wujiu, went back to those corpses, and checked every assassin's weapon.

Only the colors of the daggers of the last two assassins were different, so they must have been poisoned.

First, they used the advantage of numbers to consume their energy, and then sent two other assassins to hide in the dark, so that if the people in front failed to succeed, they would let down their vigilance before launching a surprise attack.As long as you stab them with a poisoned dagger, even if you can't take your life, you can also severely injure them.

There are plans and plans, and the methods are extremely insidious.

Even Xie Bi'an, who has always been calm, couldn't restrain the raging anger in his heart at this moment.

"Cough...Brother An, don't worry..."

Fan Wujiu's tone was weak, with strong forbearance inside.He knew that his appearance was not convincing, but he still didn't want to show that look because of him, Xie Bi'an.

Worry, panic, anger.

There is also an almost imperceptible... trace of cruelty.

But Xie Bi'an hid it very well, except for a slight frown on his expression, there was no abnormality.

"Don't talk anymore. It's better to wait, the military doctor will come soon."

As soon as the voice fell, there were hurried footsteps outside the tent.

"Forgive me, the general, but the subordinates came late."

It was the soldiers who brought the doctor.

The military doctor bandaged Fan Wujiu's wound carefully, and prescribed several soups and said to take it first.But he couldn't eradicate the toxin, he could only suppress it temporarily, and he needed another expert to detoxify.

In desperation, Xie Bi'an had no choice but to send a letter to the Holy Master, asking for permission to take Fan Wujiu back to Nantai to seek medical treatment.

Fortunately, the Son of Heaven was benevolent, not only nodded in agreement, but also sent the palace physician to the General's Mansion, and gave another doctor to serve Fan Wujiu.

The doctor's wife is called "Qianhong".

The poison in Fan Wujiu's body is Acanthopanax poison, which is a kind of chronic poison of Northern witches.Vigorous and difficult to eradicate, it needs to take detoxification decoction for a long time and take care of it carefully.In particular, the use of force is taboo, so as not to accelerate the penetration of toxicity.

The emperor ordered a thorough investigation into the matter.

Following the clues provided by Xie Bi'an, Dali Temple soon found out the result of the investigation.

Sure enough, the assassin was a Wu countryman who had sneaked into the Liangcao team.

All the officials were furious, and angrily accused the Beiwu people of playing tricks and being vicious, and they simply didn't take my Da'an seriously.Then the officials headed by the prime minister joined forces to punish Bei Wu and seek an explanation for General Fan.

Then the emperor issued a decree to give the title of General Xie "Zhenbei" and lead his troops to crusade against the northern witches.

However, Fan Wujiu's spiky fire poison has not healed, so Xie Bi'an is the only person in this expedition.

And this is what the two of them have in mind.

"If I could find out what was going on behind me in time..." How could the assassins of Beiwu succeed?

At night, Fan Wujiu is always like this, staring blankly at the dancing candle flame in the lamp and talking to himself.

If it's not my own carelessness...

But there is no if in this world.

Now that the lingering poison has not been exhausted, his body is not good enough, not only can't fight side by side with Xie Bi'an, let him face the danger alone, but also always make him worry about himself for no reason, how can he be willing to sit and wait for death?

Fan Wujiu felt guilty, and Xie Bi'an didn't.

If I didn't remind myself without guilt, I was the one who was stabbed in the first place.Under normal circumstances, with Wu Jiu's strong vigilance, how could he fail to spot the assassin approaching behind him?

But they were silent in the end, and no one mentioned it here.Because they know that this endless and endless guilt will only make the other party feel uneasy.

This situation is also the same as this expedition.

Wu Kingdom has become stronger and stronger in recent years, and has long been preparing for the battle of Jinxi, so this expedition must be more or less ominous.Although Xie Bi'an knew that he would not return, he didn't show anything wrong, and he didn't tell Fan Wujiu the danger of this expedition.

How could Fan Wujiu not understand that Xie Bi'an was pretending to be relaxed?But if you can't fight side by side with Xie Bi'an and put it into action, any worries will be in vain, so how can you let Brother An be distracted by his thoughts?So he simply pretended that he didn't know anything, and was obediently "hidden" by Xie Bi'an.

One concealed, the other pretended, and no one pierced that layer of window paper.

After all, the closest people in this world are each other.If you can let the other party be safe and worry-free, so what if you put yourself in the quagmire?

The author has something to say: the tassel hanging by Xiangchen, I think it is ok to set it as hair233333333

☆, competition

I still remember that the year when they started teaching under Mr. Kong, they had their hair tied.Mr. Kong said, you might as well try to participate in the martial arts test, which can be regarded as some experience.Naturally, the two of them will not disappoint their husband's painstaking efforts.

Because of the teacher of Mr. Kong, they all skipped the children's examination and the rural examination, and directly entered the Nantai General Examination.

"Two young masters, please stay here, this is the school grounds."

A guard stopped Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu.

Unexpectedly, the two seemed to be accustomed to the behavior of the guards, and each took out a waist card from their sleeves for the guards to check.Seeing that he had misunderstood, the guard quickly turned sideways and respectfully let them in.

One of the two is as gentle as jade, the other is solemn and solemn. Both are dressed in black riding clothes, with black hair tied high on the top of their heads with a crown.

Someone in Moshang is young and flirtatious.

The movement on their side has already attracted the attention of many people.As soon as this meeting came in, some people talked about them.

"Are those two newcomers? Why do you want to learn how to apply flowers like a girl?"

"Hey, don't be some young master who came here to have fun."

They looked out of tune with other people, they really didn't look like they came to participate in the martial arts, but they looked like the young masters of everyone.

"Especially the one on the left, tsk tsk, it's so thin and tender."

"Hey, don't mention it! The flower tinsel between the eyebrows is really the finishing touch!"

The persimmons are soft to pinch.Xie Bi'an was born handsome, so he became the focus of discussion among these martial arts practitioners.Although Fan Wujiu is handsome, but he is too cold and rigid, inexplicably frightening, others dare not discuss it.

"It's unreasonable for these reckless people to offend Brother An so much!"

Fan Wujiu couldn't hold back the anger in his heart when he heard those unpleasant words, he clenched his fists tightly, wanting to argue with those people.Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a move, Xie Bi'an gently held his hand.

Xie Bi'an shook his head at him, softly reassuring him not to get angry because of this, it would be fine if something happened.

After Xie Bi'an's repeated persuasion, Fan Wujiu had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​punishing these people, but just passed them with cold eyes, forcing them to be silent.

But there was a person who stepped forward confidently, looked at Xie Bi'an's face unscrupulously, and even spoke rudely:

"That's right, it's even better than the newcomer from Zuixianju."

His voice was not low, which attracted many people around to giggle.

Comparing a gentleman of a serious family with a young man...it's too much.

He deliberately used this to humiliate Xie Bi'an.

This person's name is Mo Rong, and he is the only son of Lord Zhen Guo.It is said that he followed the last wish of his grandfather Laozhen Guogong and came here to participate in the martial arts.

The Mo family used to be a family of military generals, and it has shown signs of decline since the generation of Laozhen Guogong.Although he has a high position now, he has no real power.Lao Zhen Guogong hoped that his grandchildren could revitalize the Mo family, so he cultivated Mo Rong.

Prior to this, Morong had inquired about Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu, knowing that they had learned from Mr. Kong and would become his biggest opponent in this martial arts competition, so his first impression of them was not good.

Unexpectedly, Xie Bi'an acted as if he didn't hear his words at all, and Fan Wujiu walked past him without looking back.Fan Wujiu, on the other hand, gave him a cold gouging look, and silently wrote down this guy, thinking that in the future, there will always be a chance to clean him up and vent his anger on Brother An.

This made Mo Rong very angry.

He has been pampered since he was a child, and no one around him would dare to throw face at him like this.

"Fan Wujiu, right?" Mo Rong looked at his back proudly, "He's so uneducated. No wonder, after all, he had no parents or mother since he was a child. Poor thing, I'm afraid he didn't compete with wild dogs for food."

How vicious and vicious this is.But Fan Wujiu still didn't want to talk to him, let him say whatever he wanted.

But as he walked, he found that the people around him didn't keep up.

When Xie Bi'an heard the phrase "I have to compete with wild dogs for food", he stopped, turned around, and looked at Mo Rong quietly.

Childhood experiences will affect a person's life, so childhood defects are the most difficult to make up for.For Fan Wujiu, the wandering past was the most unbearable past for him, and the wounds brought to him cannot be completely healed.

Now, Fan Wujiu's nightmarish past is being told out in public by a scoundrel who confronts them. Even if Fan Wujiu thinks it doesn't matter, Xie Bi'an will never bear it.

"Is that enough, sir?"

Xie Bi'an's tone was unusually calm, and he didn't curse like others imagined, let alone growl in anger.His voice was as soft as ever, and his etiquette was impeccable.But Mo Rong felt a trace of coldness from his silent eyes, which made him shiver involuntarily.

"You... how are you doing!"

Mo Rong choked his neck, a little annoyed because of his inexplicable chill.

No... how did he know who he was?

"This should be asked of the crown prince." Xie Bi'an's tone was still calm.

"Hey, ask me?" Morong sneered, "You said it yourself. Do you dare to compete with me?"

"But it doesn't matter."

"Let's have a try on riding and shooting, and see who gets more shots." Mo Rong saw his goal succeed, and the corners of his mouth curled up triumphantly, "The loser puts a purple scorpion on the top of his head as a target, and the winner puts it on three Shoot three arrows at a distance of ten steps."

Xie Bi'an was silent and did not respond.

Just when everyone thought he would reject this unreasonable declaration of war, he spoke unhurriedly:

"Life or death?"

Xie Bi'an's eyes drooped slightly, and the shadows reflected in the pupils by his eyelashes made it hard to see the emotions flickering in them.

"What, are you afraid?"

Xie Bi'an smiled, with a warm and polite smile as usual: "Since the invitation is extended, I dare not refuse." But the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Brother An!" Seeing that Xie Bi'an really agreed to this ridiculous competition, how could Fan Wujiu hold his breath?He walked up to Xie Bi'an in three steps at a time, and put his arm around his shoulder, "Just let that guy talk nonsense! What are you doing with him?"

Xie Bi'an patted the back of his hand and comforted him softly: "Be safe and don't be impatient."

Fan Wujiu wanted to say something else: "But..."

"Trust me without blame?"

Xie Bi'an held the hand on his shoulder, and opened his mouth first, with a serious expression that did not seem to be joking.

Fan Wujiu stared blankly at Xie Bi'an for a long time, and found that he could no longer say any words of persuasion.

How could he not believe Xie Bi'an?

It's just...he didn't want Xie Bi'an to bet on his life, and he couldn't afford to bet.

Fan Wujiu didn't speak, Xie Bi'an got the answer from his silence.

"I won't let you suffer this criticism in vain..."

Xie Bi'an said as if he was talking to himself, but his voice was too soft, as if it didn't exist in the noisy environment.

Mo Rong beckoned the servant to find paper, ink, pen, ink pad and a purple enamel, and actually drew a picture of life and death.After he pressed his handprint first, he raised his chin, indicating that Xie Bi'an should also press one. It seemed that he was determined to make a real difference with Xie Bi'an.

Facing the particularly eye-catching four characters "life or death" at the end of the paper, Xie Bi'an remained calm, dipped his index finger in inkpad and pressed it on the paper, his straightforward appearance caused the onlookers to sigh.

See how long you can be proud.

Mo Rong was playing with a purple nai, and he was sure of winning.

The content of this horse-riding archery is to shoot nine arrows at a distance of [-] steps from the target while riding a horse around the riding-archery field.This not only requires martial arts practitioners to have a better aim, but also to have the ability to balance and predict.

On the martial arts test list, the three of them were at the bottom, and Mo Rong was in front of Xie Bi'an.

The previous martial arts per capita