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

There are only a handful of people who hit one or two arrows and hit more than two arrows.Some even missed an arrow, and almost fell off their horses because of poor balance.

As for Mo Rong, he was hit by four arrows.

With reference to the records of previous years, the No. [-] in Jiufa can be included in the list of martial arts champions to be selected, and there are very few martial arts candidates who can pass in No. [-].

Now that young man is in trouble.Some apprehension from the onlookers was quickly replaced by gloating.

"It's still too late to admit defeat, I will consider showing mercy."

Mo Rong walked past Xie Bi'an, speaking with certainty.

Mo Rong's strength should not be underestimated.Since he was a child, he has dabbled in all kinds of archery and is proficient in all kinds of military tactics. He is worthy of riding and shooting.

He said this to disturb his mind.

But things went against his wishes, Xie Bi'an only smiled kindly, got on the horse calmly, and was unmoved by his agitation, making Mo Rong seem to have punched the cotton.

It was Fan Wujiu who looked at him like a fool.

Morong had a bad temper, now that Fan Wujiu looked at him with such eyes, he was so angry that he wished to gouge his eyes out.

I gave you a chance but didn't know how to cherish it, that's good.

Sitting high on the horseback, Xie Bi'an nodded to the examiner, indicating that he was ready. Then the examiner waved his hand, and the guards rang the gong.

"drive!"

Xie Bi'an snarled, and rode his horse to gallop around the school grounds.

He took out an arrow from the quiver behind his back and put it on the arrow rest. He clasped the string and applied force to open the bow. After aiming at the bull's-eye, he released his hand, and only heard a "swish", and the arrow came out of the string.The arrow passed by the edge of the target, cutting a shallow trace.

Xie Bi'an didn't panic when he missed the shot.While controlling his own balance, he also controlled the speed of the horse, and shot the second arrow, the third arrow, and the fourth arrow one after another.

Xie Bi'an clearly looks weak on the outside, but the movements of drawing the bow and shooting the arrow are smooth and smooth, without any effort.You know, drawing a bow is the most test of a person's arm strength.For example, the longbowmen who have undergone rigorous training basically lose their strength after shooting a round on the battlefield, and need to be replaced by the next batch.Although the riding and archery test is not as good as the battlefield, the distance of eighty steps still requires almost three stones.

So the contrast between Xie Bi'an's appearance and strength is breathtaking.

But it is also a pity that the three arrows still missed the target, or the deviation was too large, and none of them hit the target.

Only five rounds left.

Mo Rong couldn't hold back the complacency in his heart, he laughed loudly: "Is there any need to continue?"

Some people began to feel sorry for such a young master Pianpian, because of impulsiveness, their lives were lost.

Earlier, Fan Wujiu was fascinated by Xie Bi'an's figure, so he didn't pay attention to other things around him.But in Mo Rong's eyes, he looked like he hated iron but was anxious about his good brother's next situation.

So Mo Rong pretended to be sympathetic and said: "Aren't you begging for mercy for your brother? Maybe I let him go because of my soft heart."

Fan Wujiu came back to his senses, and looked at Mo Rong again like a fool.

Mo Rong exploded.

OK, don't blame me then.

He laughed angrily.

The wind picked up lightly, scratching people's hearts itchy.All four arrows were empty, Xie Bi'an still did not show any nervousness.He calmly drew his bow again and aimed at the bullseye.When Ke let go, he suddenly deviated from the direction of the target by several inches.

"Snapped--"

Hit the bullseye!

That's right, because of the wind, it needs to be deflected in the direction of the wind to hit the target.

Mo Rong smiled: "Yo, good luck." According to Xie Bian's previous performance, his ability to predict is not good, so Mo Rong directly attributed the hit to the target by mistake.

Before the words fell, Xie Bi'an shot two more arrows one after another, followed by two sharp and dull shots.

Both hits.

Mo Rong couldn't laugh anymore.

...is he so lucky?

With two rounds left, Xie Bi'an has already hit three.Thinking about the worst outcome, even if Xie Bi'an gets another shot, at most he will be tied with himself.Anyway, he can't be so lucky that he hits five shots in a row.

Thinking of this, Mo Rong felt a little relieved.

But Xie Bi'an's next move was even more unexpected.He actually placed the last two arrows on the arrow rest at the same time.

What is he going to do...do you really think that God will always take care of him?

As Xie Bi'an's pupils shrank, the sharp arrow in his hand flew out.

The moment the arrow left the string, it seemed to be filled countless times, making everyone present silent, holding their breath, and sweating for him.

They clearly saw that the trajectories of the two arrows were very different, but they were parallel again when they approached the target.

Hit the bullseye together!

The people who witnessed this scene were all stunned, only Fan Wujiu had a smile on his face.

"How is this possible!"

Mo Rong lost his voice, his face turned pale.

Even if the three arrows in the front could be regarded as Xie Bi'an's luck, the last two arrows could not be a fluke anyway.

But judging from the few arrows that Xie Bi'an missed at the beginning, it didn't look like he was proficient in riding and archery.

Why is this...

Fan Wujiu who was waiting at the side greeted Xie Bi'an after he shot the last two arrows, and stretched out his hand to him.Xie Bi'an understood, and very naturally helped his hands to get off the horse.

"Go." Xie Bi'an patted Fan Wujiu's shoulder encouragingly, and urged him to get on the horse with a smile, as if the sharp-edged person just now was not him.

What surprised everyone again was that Fan Wujiu was hit by four arrows just like Morong!

At this time, Mo Rong still doesn't know what's going on.

"you..."

Morong pointed at Xie Bi'an, trembling with anger.

This man pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger!

If he hits four shots, Xie Bi'an just hits one arrow more than him.So the four arrows that missed before were clearly intentional!

What kind of self-confidence is there to be able to guarantee that the next five shots will be all hits after intentionally missing four shots?It's creepy to think about.

Then, he saw Fan Wujiu showing a look of "you can see it".

Mo Rong was so jealous that he looked into Fan Wujiu's eyes as if he wanted to eat people.

This Fan Wujiu is not a good thing either, he clearly saw the hypocrisy early on, and deliberately put on a dignified look, it is really hateful.

"Your Majesty's acceptance." Xie Bi'an bowed his hands to Morong, gracefully.

"However, the son's complexion doesn't look very good, but because of the bet?"

There was even concern in Xie Bi'an's tone that made Mo Rong feel chilly.

He laughed and said: "Ah, then there is no need to panic, this is just a joke, how can you take it seriously?"

Xie Bi'an's behavior made people feel a lot of goodwill.

Riding so well at such a young age, not only is he neither arrogant nor impetuous, flattered or humiliated, but also magnanimously and maliciously slandering his own people down a step, which is quite a gentleman's demeanor.

On the other hand, Mo Rong...

It's hard for Mr. Xie to be angry with this young man for no reason.

Seeing Xie Bi'an's still gentle and polite appearance, Mo Rong could not wait to step forward and tear his hypocritical face to pieces.

How can it be true?That's easy to say.

In front of so many people, he couldn't wait to put up the life and death certificate. If he really followed Xie Bi'an's steps, he might be criticized by others in the future.

Mo Rong really couldn't lose face.

Seeing the voices of others whispering louder and louder, Mo Rong knew that he could no longer keep silent, so he had to grit his teeth and say:

"Bring Zi Nai!"

He snatched Zi Nai from the servant, and took the initiative to go to the school grounds.

Xie Bi'an seemed to be surprised: "Your Majesty can be said to be... as promised."

The words were obviously admiration, but falling into Mo Rong's ears only made him feel extremely harsh.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Mo Rong stopped thirty steps away from Xie Bi'an, and then put Zi Nai on top of his head.

He didn't believe that Xie Bi'an really dared to hurt him.

Xie Bi'an smiled peacefully, not caring about Mo Rong's unkind attitude.

He took out an arrow and put it on the arrow rest, and drew the bow in the direction of Mo Rong.

"Offended."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Rong felt his cheeks go cold, something flew over quickly, and a few strands of hair also fell down.It was only then that he realized that Xie Bi'an's first arrow had already been fired, and it happened to miss his sideburns, giving him no chance to react at all.

If it deviates by another inch... his eyesight will be lost.

"Is the son okay? The wind direction is uncertain today, and I am really sorry for not being able to control the direction."

Xie Bi'an's apologetic voice rang in his ears.

At this time, Mo Rong couldn't figure out whether Xie Bi'an missed it or did it on purpose, so he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Xie Bi'an took out the second arrow and started aiming, but he didn't shoot it for a long time, as if hesitating.

Mo Rongben had already closed his eyes to reduce his sense of fear, took a deep breath and prepared to grit his teeth to survive, but for some reason he didn't wait until Xie Bi'an's second arrow was shot.

This fear of the unknown made him tremble even more.

"Don't waste time whining!"

He roared angrily, but in fact it was nothing more than sternness.

Xie Bi'an nodded to Mo Rong, and listened to his words.So he simply took out another arrow from the quiver.

Ready to shoot two arrows... This kid is crazy!If he really hurt the son of Lord Zhen Guo, will he have good fruit to eat?

The martial arts of the onlookers were dumbfounded.

Mo Rong was also stunned by Xie Bian's actions, his heart almost stopped beating, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The arrows had left the string, criss-crossed in the air, and hit his face directly.

Mo Rong felt that this was the closest he was to death.

If he really lost his life because of this, the ghosts will not let these two people go.

It wasn't until the purple nai on top of his head burst into pieces with a "bang" that he withdrew himself from the fugue.

Xie Bi'an really did it!

"Okay!" After a while of silence, the crowd burst into intense applause, mixed with applause.

Perhaps others only regard this as a wonderful contest, a thrilling performance.But Mo Rong knew that the reason why Xie Bi'an agreed to this life-and-death contest so easily was to vent his anger for his brother.

These three arrows are threats and warnings.

But since he was a child, he was the only one who taught others, but now there is such a ignorant person who dares to ride on his head.

Their beam can be regarded as settled.

"My lord, this state of life and death..."

His little servant frantically presented the piece of paper in front of the ashen-faced Mo Rong.

No, it just hit the muzzle of the gun.Mo Rong kicked the boy and said, "Trash, what are you doing with this thing!" He snatched the paper again and tore it into shreds.

He swore that one day these two people would pay for what happened today.

The author has something to say: this one who stands out for Wugui must be safe, i'm sorry.

Purple Nai is Apple orz, because I remember that Apple was not called Apple in ancient times hhhh (although it is an overhead history)

☆, is still the person in the dream of a boudoir in spring

March in Yangchun is the season when the scenery is just right.

Fan Wujiu spent almost the whole winter at the mansion, he was already very bored.Today is sunny and cloudless, which is a good time for traveling, so I took Cheng and said it out.

The wind of Jichun is mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees, gently holding up the face of each flower bud, and gently kissing it.The buds bloom shyly, returning a sweeter fragrance.Carrying a gift of flowers, she flew over the crowd and skimmed over the water, blowing green willow leaves by the river, reflected in the water, and dyed them blue.

The jasper makeup is one tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

The two banks of the river are connected by a bridge, forming a bridge hole on the water.The surface of the water under the bridge floated with indistinct waves, and then rippled, as if it was cut by something.But the huge shadow of the bridge hole covers part of the water area, making it difficult for people to see the things covered by it clearly, and can only vaguely see a darker shadow getting bigger and bigger.

I saw a small boat sailing slowly out of the shadows, and saw the light again.There were two people on it, one was standing at the bow, paddling slowly with a penny on it; the other was sitting at the stern, holding a black and white yellow plum oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

That's exactly what Fan Wujiu and his attendant Cheng said.

This place is located at the southernmost tip of Nantai, and this bridge is called "Nantai Bridge".Nantai Bridge is not far from Fengshan, where Mr. Kong lives.In the past, when he and Xie Bi'an were studying under Mr. Kong's school, they would come here for boating whenever they had free time.

The sun was warm, and it penetrated through the gaps in the clouds, shining on Fan Wujiu's face.But he couldn't help but move the umbrella forward, blocking out the sun.

Ever since the "thorn fire poison" in his body, he has been a little afraid of light, especially the sun, even the warm but not hot sun in spring.

Aside from the side effects of these toxicity, perhaps the greatest impact is the inability to use force and return to the battlefield.For a general at a vigorous age, nothing could be more cruel than this.

But Fan Wujiu has no complaints or regrets.

It's just a pity that I can no longer fight side by side with Xie Bi'an...

And Xie Bi'an went away for three years.

Since Xie Bi'an's expedition, Fan Wujiu, who doesn't talk much, has become even more taciturn.The only thing left to look forward to is the good news from the frontier and the letter from Xie Bi'an.

In the past three years, there have been countless battles, big and small, but there is always no head, and I don't know when Xie Bi'an will come back.

Fan Wujiu tilted his head and clamped the handle of the umbrella with his neck, and started to play with the black fringe of the umbrella in a bored manner.

Counting the time, he has not received a reply from Xie Bi'an for several months.I heard that some time ago, our army fought with Yuxiangping in Beiwu, but there happened to be heavy snowfall there every ten years, so that food and grass could not be replenished in time.

Brother An must be busy with the war, so he has no time to send the letter to him.

Fan Wujiu put the umbrella on his right shoulder and smiled in relief.

What's the matter?As long as Brother An is healthy, it will be fine.

One person and one umbrella at the bow of the boat, hoping for peace under the Nantai Bridge.

He hopes that when the yellow plum blossoms bloom next year, he will be able to reunite with Brother An, and with the faint fragrance of flowers, he will return to the life of being together day and night like when he was a child, embracing the heart of a child, and staying away from the life of fighting openly and secretly.

Although this long-cherished wish has lasted for three years...

Fan Wujiu suddenly remembered the poem that Xie Bi'an recited when he was parting:

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

He touched his nose.

My little thought was thoroughly understood by Brother An...

Xiaozhou Tongcheng said that the gentle sway of paddling makes people drowsy.

"thump--"

Fan Wujiu, who was resting on the side of the boat with his eyes closed, was awakened by the sound of a heavy object falling into the water, followed by the panicked noise of the crowd.

"What happened?" Fan Wujiu looked at the bustling crowd on the shore and asked in a deep voice.

Cheng, who accidentally witnessed the whole process, said, "Go back to your lord, a woman fell into the water."

Hearing this, Fan Wujiu wanted to order him to save the servant, but there was someone who was good at water and fished him up first.

Fortunately, the woman was rescued in time and her life was not in danger.

The woman was patted on the back and coughed up a lot of water, but she murmured intermittently like a dream: "I can't come back...he can't come back again..." His eyes were empty, Lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

The woman who hugged her was crying out of breath, and scolded: "Why bother! The well-matched young master of the Zheng family in the north of the city is unwilling to marry, so he has to think about the dead son!"

A man with eyebrows and eyes quite similar to the woman took off his coat and put it on her body.Seeing that the woman was talking too much, she couldn't help but stop her words: "Stop talking a few words! If you weren't threatening every step of the way, why did you come to this?"

"Sigh, the poor lady of the Qin family has waited so hard for these three years, and it has finally become a dream." An old man not far from the bank looked at the family and sighed.

"Waiting for three years? Who?" asked someone who didn't know why.

"There used to be a young man in our place, who was called 'Yuelang' by everyone, and fell in love with the lady of the Qin family at first sight."

"Three years ago, the border incident happened, and he was reaching the age of military service, so he went out with our Da'an army."

"On the day of parting, he swore to Mrs. Qin that when he returned triumphantly, he would promise her marriage."

"Ms. Qin waited hard, from the age of 17 until she was in her prime."

"But Qin's mother saw that she hadn't married yet at such an age, so how could she sit still? So a few days ago, she made her own proposal and betrothed her to the Zheng family's young master."

"Ms. Qin naturally refuses to marry into the Zheng family, and since then she will not eat or drink to show her determination.

"Mother Qin is in a hurry. In order to make her give up, she actually told her the truth that everyone has been hiding from Lady Qin for so long."

"It turns out that Yuelang was shrouded in horse leather a year ago and never came back..."

"That's why Mrs. Qin can't think about it for a while... Sigh!" The old man sighed again, "Sin, sin!"

Poor Wuding Riverside Bone is still a spring boudoir dream.

With the sigh of the old man, Haruhi was gradually covered by the clouds, and disappeared along with the sunlight.

Fan Wujiu looked up at the overcast sky, closed the umbrella in his hand and put it on his lap.

"Let's go back."

"Yes."

...

After returning home, Fan Wujiu was always out of his mind.

He sat withered in front of the big desk in the inner room, and kept rubbing the uneven marks on the handle of the oil-paper umbrella with his fingertips.

Life should come back, and death should be Sauvignon Blanc.

The gentle yet graceful handwriting is just like Xie Bi'an himself.But Fan Wujiu only felt that those ten words were as heavy as a furnace, oppressing him so much that he couldn't move even an inch, almost suffocating.

This engraving was discovered by Fan Wujiu by accident.

Such a familiar font, together with the black fringe at the end of the umbrella that is exactly the same as that on the incense dust he gave to Xie Bi'an, Fan Wujiu suddenly understood that this umbrella must have been made by Brother An himself, and it is of great significance.So since then, he has always been with him, as if Brother An had never left him.

Through the thin layer of window paper, Brother An never said this sentence to him personally, but expressed it in such a cryptic way.

Life and death, or death.

A sword has no eyes, no one understands the cruelty of war better than Fan Wujiu.From the moment he stepped into the barracks, he was already ready to perish.

He is not afraid of death, never has been.

What he was afraid of was watching the people around him leave, but he was helpless.

But no matter how frightened he was, Fan Wujiu never showed it in front of Xie Bi'an.

Even if he can't help anything, he must not be a burden.

Three years... some things are time to close the net.

The flickering candle flames were like Fan Wujiu's eyes, emitting a faint light, which made his wheat-colored skin darken, and also dyed a few strands of hair white.

"My lord." Cheng Shuo and Qian Hong suddenly called out from outside the door. "Thank you, General, for your letter."

Fan Wujiu's brows loosened, and the haze that originally enveloped his whole body dissipated instantly: "Yes."

Cheng said he understood, so he entered the room, and respectfully presented the envelope with the four characters "Wu Jiu Dear Parents" written on it to Fan Wu Jiu.

The lord's mood has improved, and even the hard edges and corners of his face have softened a lot.These days are always gloomy and cloudless, making them trembling and miserable, for fear that something will go wrong in front of him.

The only one who can make your lord so happy is General Xie...

Apart from my own lord, there must be no one who looks forward to General Xie's triumphant return more than these servants.After General Xie left, the lord seldom smiled, and the haze accumulated around him could almost crush a person to death.Although adults never beat and scold servants for no reason, they are very strict, which makes them feel in awe.

Cheng Shuo and Qianhong backed away calmly, and closed the door behind them.

Finally got a letter from Brother An.

Although Fan Wujiu still didn't show any special expression on his cold and relaxed face, his heart was full of joy.

He opened the envelope nervously, and was surprised to find that the letter this time was a little different from the previous ones. There was actually a red plum branch drawn on the letter paper.Just a little bit of bright red and a few brushstrokes of ink can outline its posture vividly and enchantingly.

This style, at a glance, is known to be made by Brother An.

Then Fan Wujiu began to read the contents of the letter carefully, for fear of missing a single word.

Not to blame:

Zhanxin is good, seeing words is like meeting.

I have been busy recently, so I am sorry for not replying in time.

In the battle of the previous month, our army successfully captured Xiangping, Qiangcheng and other places, which greatly reduced the arrogance of the Northern Witch.

Now that the snow is still at the border, and the glue is broken, the two sides have temporarily ceased fighting.When the weather warms up and the decisive battle is over, we will be reunited with you soon.

I wonder if the weather in Nantai is good recently?Presumably it must be the warm spring and the flowers blooming, just in time for the beautiful scenery, Bian is extremely fascinated.

Remember, even though the warm spring has arrived, don't be greedy for coolness.

Bi'an also keeps in mind the king's words and must take good care of himself.

Thank you little brother for your concern.

And when I return in triumph, Wugui is willing to travel around the world with me and make the world my home?

Xie Bian

March of the eighth year of Nianhan

When Fan Wujiu read the last sentence, ripples appeared in his usually calm state of mind.

How could he not?

Travel around the world and make the world your home;

Home is where there is Brother An.

The author has something to say: wherever you are, the world is your home.

☆, Fan Wujiu loses face

But when Fan Wujiu looked back to carefully read the previous sentence "Thank you, little brother, for your concern", he was stunned for a moment, and the iceberg face that hadn't moved for thousands of years suddenly showed signs of cracking, flushing red all of a sudden.

"what--!!"

Fan Wujiu lay down on the table with the letter in his hands, buried his face in his arms, and let out a sound almost whimpering like a small animal.

Brother An...Brother An deliberately made fun of him again! ! !

Speaking of this matter, it must be traced back to a joke that Fan Wujiu made when he first met Xie Bi'an.

That day Fan Wujiu went to the bamboo forest early in the morning to practice his sword.When I came back at noon, as soon as I entered the yard, I saw a little man in moon-white clothes sitting at a stone table with his back to him, staring at the yellow plum branches that were weighed down by the snow in front of him.

Who is this...?Fan Wugui Nahan.

Hearing movement behind him, the man turned around.

He was born with red lips and white teeth, and his skin is like creamy fat; his brows are as soft as spring sun, and his eyes are as full as autumn water.The long black hair was tied in the middle with a golden ribbon, which was clean and gentle; some yellow plum petals mixed with white snow fell on his hair, adding a touch of agility and elegance to him.

With just one glance, the years are amazed.

And when Fan Wujiu's gaze came into contact with the bright red mark on the center of the man's brow that was exactly the same as his own, he suddenly remembered that Mr. had mentioned to him a few days ago that he had taken in another disciple, so he immediately had the answer in his heart——

This must be his little junior sister.

"Hello, little junior sister."

Although Fan Wujiu didn't like to talk usually, he was at a loss for a while because he had never met a girl before. He felt that it was not good not to say anything, so he stuttered and said hello.

...Little Junior Sister?

Xie Bi'an was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't react for a while.

Just now, after Mr. Kong settled him in the courtyard, he let him walk around by himself to get acquainted.Before leaving, I told him that I still have a disciple who is younger than him and lives in this courtyard, and he should be practicing sword in the bamboo forest at this moment.

Xie Bi'an got tired after wandering around the yard for a while, so he simply rested at the stone table, and heard movement behind him not long after.Turning around, he saw a young boy in a black suit with a sword in his hand staring blankly at him.I don't know what he thought of, but after showing a sudden realization, he called out "Little Junior Sister".

... There was no one else in the yard, so the person called "Little Junior Sister" must have escaped by himself.

Fan Wujiu saw that Xie Bi'an didn't move, he thought it was because his appearance of holding the sword was too abrupt to frighten him.After putting the sword back into the scabbard, he slowly took a step forward and softened his voice:

"I...my surname is Fan, and my name is Wu Jiu, how dare I ask my junior sister...?"

Although Xie Bi'an felt helpless because he was recognized as his daughter's family, he was not angry, only showed a shallow smile, and said gently:

"My surname is Xie, and my name is Bi'an. Please take care of me."

Xie Bi'an's smile was incredible, causing a suspicious blush on Fan Wujiu's face.

"If there is any need for help in the future, Junior Sister, feel free to come and find Senior Brother!"

Fan Wujiu looked seriously at Mr. Zhang's wooden face, and made a vow.

I'm very happy to have an extra Junior Sister.

"It's cold, hurry up and go inside!"

Xie Bi'an couldn't help but nodded, accepting his kindness.

With such a junior junior sister, Fan Wujiu has been addicted to being a senior for a while.

until--

"Wu Jiu get along with Bi'an recently?"

Mr. Kong picked up the tea that Fan Wujiu brewed for him, and took a sip.

At first, he was worried that with Wu Jiu's dull personality, it might be difficult for the two children to get along with each other.Now it seems that I am worrying too much.

Very pleased.

But Fan Wujiu was not happy when he heard this.

The husband is obviously worried that they will not get along well, but does he look like someone who will bully other people's little girls?

"My junior sister and I are very good, sir, don't worry too much."

The little Fan Wujiu put on a straight face, interpreting the word "displeasure" to the extreme.

"...Little Junior Sister?" Mr. Kong was puzzled, and his reaction was exactly the same as Xie Bi'an's before. "Where did you come from, little junior sister?"

Mr. Kong thought for a while, and when he realized it, he was so happy that he stroked his beard and laughed:

"You child... don't you think Bi'an is a little girl?"

Fan Wujiu was stunned, for a moment he was very puzzled by what his husband said.I can understand every word when I take it apart...but it becomes difficult to understand when it is connected to this sentence.

"Bian has been weak and sick since he was a child, so he looks thinner and his complexion is fairer. But you can't be like this, just treat her like a little girl. If you calculate carefully, she is slightly older than you. "

Mr. Kong wondered if the child Bi'an was really good-natured. Not only was he not angry or annoyed at being recognized as a girl by the little fool Wu Jiu, but he also kindly endured it for such a long time without pointing it out.

Not bad, not bad, with such a magnanimity, he will become a great weapon in the future.

On the other hand, Fan Wujiu was completely dumbfounded.

The little junior sister who has been with him for a long time is a boy.

And they are older than themselves.

It feels like the sky is falling, but that's it...

In short, since then, Fan Wujiu dared not speak to Xie Bi'an for several days.Seeing it from a distance is like a mouse seeing a cat, making Xie Bi'an both helpless and funny.

When he got older, Fan Wujiu was even more horrified to find that Xie Bi'an was not only a little bit taller than himself, but even Xie Bi'an was better at sparring skills.

Thinking back to when he was stupid, he patted his chest with Brother An and said that he wanted to protect the little junior sister, etc., and so on, he really wanted to bump his head into tofu.

She is more like a sister.

Anyway, as long as this matter is mentioned now, Fan Wujiu will be ashamed for a long time.

Here Fan Wujiu is so ashamed that he has nothing to love, while Cheng Shuo and Qianhong who are guarding outside the door feel extremely relieved.

As expected of General Xie, even just a letter can make the normally cold adult cry with joy.

Good, good.

......

North Witch border.

Xie Bi'an stood at the gate of the barracks, looking out at the endless white snow outside.

"Counting the time, Wu Jiu should receive it soon."

Qi Kuo nodded and replied, "Yes, about today."

"Well, that's good." Xie Bi'an nodded.Immediately afterwards, he suddenly seemed to think of something interesting, and burst out laughing: "Hehe..."

I don't know what Wugui's reaction will be after reading the letter...it must be so embarrassing that the roots of my ears are stained a little pink.

Adorable as always.

Although Qi Kuo didn't understand why Xie Bi'an suddenly laughed, seeing that Xie Bi'an's smile was so relaxed and real, not as gentle as before but making people feel elusive, his mood also improved a lot.

Everyone in the world thanks Bi'an for being as gentle as jade and treating others with kindness.People who are not familiar with Xie Bi'an may think that his smiling face is too friendly and makes people feel good, but his confidant who has followed him for many years knows very well that Xie Bi'an's nature is hot on the outside and cold on the inside.His smile is polite and distant, and the smile hardly reaches the eyes.

But Qi Kuo can clearly feel that Xie Bi'an treats Fan Wujiu differently.In front of Fan Wujiu, Xie Bi'an is a real and palpable person, and the emotions he expresses are no longer distant and empty.

The only one who can make my lord so happy is General Fan.

Suddenly, Xie Bi'an frowned slightly, covered his mouth and coughed.

"Hmm...cough...cough cough..."

"My lord!" Qi Kuo was taken aback, and pulled out a cloak from the side, making a gesture to put it on for Xie Bian, "Please take care of yourself, my lord."

"No problem." Xie Bi'an waved his hand and declined.

Seeing that Xie Bi'an was so uncooperative, Qi Kuo had no choice but to start rambling: "My lord... If you let General Fan know that you don't care about your body so much, maybe you will blame your subordinates for not taking good care of your body."

Xie Bi'an looked at his attendant, who had worked so hard to move Fan Wujiu out, and felt a little funny:

"Okay, okay, just listen to you."

Hey, General Fan is indeed useful.Qi Kuo secretly laughed.

In the battle of Xiangping the previous month, Xie Bi'an suffered some internal injuries.

But when it was time to take a good rest, Xie Bi'an ignored dissuasion and had to force himself to get up and write a letter to Fan Wujiu.

No, he coughed up blood, and accidentally splashed it on the letter paper.

"...I haven't replied to Wu Jiu for a long time, he must be in a hurry."

Facing Qi Kuo's reproachful and worried eyes, Xie Bi'an explained apologetically.

Qi Kuo couldn't blame him, so he had no choice but to take out a brand new letterhead and hand it to Xie Bi'an.But Xie Bi'an did not want Xie Bi'an to smile: "No need." Then he sketched with pen and pen, and made a plum blossom with the bright red stars dotted.

Qi Kuo was stunned and admired Xie Bi'an's wisdom and talent.

Of course, it would be better if it is not used for this kind of thing.

"Qi Kuo." After he stopped writing, Xie Bi'an suddenly called out.

"Subordinates are here."

Rarely, Qi Kuo saw hesitation on Xie Bi'an's face: "You said...no fault, but would you blame me for not replying to him for so long?"

Qi Kuo didn't hesitate: "Your Excellency is too worried."

...That's right, even Qi Kuo is so sure, why should he be so worried.

The corner of Xie Bi'an's mouth curled up in a self-deprecating arc.

It's been three years...I didn't expect them to be separated for so long.

Thinking back to the past, he and Wu Jiu were siblings, following each other like a shadow.This is also the first time he has been separated from Wu Jiu for so long.

But he believes that this is the first time and it will also be the last time.

The fragrance of Zhu Xiangchen hanging around the waist exudes a yellow plum fragrance as cold as ice and snow, ethereal but lingering, refreshing.

Except for special circumstances, Xie Bi'an always carried Zhu Xiangchen with him.It's like being innocent by your side...

"It is not the soft spring breeze that blows away the yellow plum blossoms, but the bitter cold wind. People often say that 'the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold'. This yellow plum blossom is elegant and uncontested, but it is still a person who loves silently and silently. Noisy. Even though it looks so soft on the outside, it is the toughest on the inside.”

Mr. Kong's earnest teachings still echo in my ears.

Therefore, he and Wu Jiu's favorite flower is the yellow plum.Xie Bi'an suddenly misses the yellow plum tree he and Wu Jiu planted in the courtyard.

The dark sky was snowing again and again.Xie Bi'an looked at the white snow outside the tent again, gently stretched out a hand, letting the falling snowflakes fall to his palm and be melted by his own body temperature, dissipating with the fading spirit.

Dongfeng sends crystal clear snow in the distance, when will plum blossoms be cultivated?

The war spanning three full years...it's time to end it as soon as possible.

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In late spring and April, the wind and snow in Saibei gradually faded, and the decisive battle will be triggered soon.

On the battle map, Suyang, Qilian, and Tiange form a line.

The three places are connected one by one, and if any party misses, it will be in danger.

So where to start first has become a difficult problem.

All the generals gathered in Xie Bi'an's camp to discuss this matter.

General Zuo stroked his beard and analyzed: "God