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

The pavilion is so dangerous that there are few people and the environment is extremely harsh, so there is no need to consider it. "

As the saying goes, "One man guards the gate, ten thousand men cannot open it", there is no way to go, there is no doubt about it.

All the generals nodded their heads one after another.

Seeing no objection from others, General Zuo continued: "The last general thinks that attacking Su Yang first is the best strategy."

Unexpectedly, General You immediately shook his head: "No, no! Su Yang passes through Peacock Mountain. Although the road is flat, it is too long. The long journey will not only increase the exhaustion of soldiers and horses, but if the attack cannot be completed for a long time, the food and grass supplies will also be insufficient."

"That's right. Moreover, Suyang is located in a plain, the city is rich and rich, and has the reputation of "Jiangnan outside the Great Wall", so the city defense is also the strongest. Qilian is not as good as Suyang, with the shortest battle line and relatively weak city defense, so it can still be the first choice." The general of chariots added.

General Wei jumped up: "Nonsense! Because of this, the Northern Wu will send a large number of troops to garrison. What's more, Qilian is surrounded by mountains on both sides. If the team makes a surprise attack, our army will be in great danger!"

"This statement is bad, it should be..."

The noisy arguments of the generals continued in Xie Bi'an's ears.Xie Bi'an did not join the debate, but only looked at the map solemnly, frowning slightly.

Until an uncomfortable voice pulled him out of deep thinking: "Look at the general thinking so seriously, what advice does the general have?"

General Hussars, that is, Morong, the son of Lord Zhen Guo who competed with Xie Bi'an back then, said casually, his tone didn't seem to be asking, but rather looking for trouble deliberately.

The arguments of the other generals stopped abruptly, and they cast their expectant eyes on Xie Bi'an.

Xie Bi'an glanced at him lightly, lowered his eyes:

"Wei Ruo first ordered 30 troops to pretend to attack Qilian, and sent another [-] troops to raid Suyang overnight."

The generals were silent for a moment, and then exclaimed in amazement.

As mentioned earlier, Qilian is the easiest to attack, but the Northern Witch will definitely send a large number of people to garrison it.Now that most of the troops have gone to support Qi Lian, Su Yang has become a breakthrough.

Feigning to attack Qi Lian, but actually attacking Su Yang, took advantage of this gap perfectly.

The generals admired this young but resourceful general from the bottom of their hearts.

Of course, except Mo Rong.

He sneered: "Hey, that's easy to say. There are 30 troops and the journey is so long. Have you considered the issue of food supplies?"

"Oh? It seems that the son has a better opinion?"

Xie Bi'an looked at him with a half-smile.

"Be sure to be taught."

Mo Rong was choked by Xie Bi'an.

He just slapped Xie Bi'an out of habit.

"What do you mean?"

What he hates the most is Xie Bi'an's half-smile look.

Xie Bi'an didn't even change the curvature of his brows: "It seems that the son has no objection, so let's continue with the arrangement."

"Xie Bi'an—!"

"You must be tired today, go back and rest earlier."

Xie Bi'an smiled and said to the other generals, ignoring the angry Mo Rong.

"I will retire at the end."

Others are not surprised by such a situation.After all, it's not just a day or two that the hussar general and the general are at odds.

Although the "discord" in it is basically just Mo Rong's unilateral self-entertainment, because Xie Bi'an never cares about these things with him.

Mo Rong's embarrassment in the riding and archery competition was so widely spread, Mo Rong naturally hated Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu, the two "culprits".

"War is uncertain. Do you really think that everything is under your control?"

When Mo Rong walked past Xie Bi'an, he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Don't know when you lose your life."

Mo Rong's cold words were full of cruelty.

Faced with this almost curse-like warning, Xie Bi'an only smiled slightly: "Thank you for reminding me, my lord."

"Hmph." Mo Rong walked away.

Several days passed.

Xie Bi'an ordered that General Hussars, Generals Cheqi and General Wei lead 30 troops to attack Suyang.

The sky where the golden sun was still hanging was quickly filled with clouds that crushed the city.

Strong winds blew up, carrying bursts of muddy smell.Dazzling white light pierced the sky like a sharp sword, seeming to destroy everything; followed by thunderclaps, heralding the coming of a decisive battle.

The hazy sky was pierced by the thunder, and the heavy rain fell from it.Soldiers rode war horses, chanted slogans, raised their weapons and scrambled to the front, eager to become the "first climber" and get promoted.However, the sword is ruthless, and the person in the front is naturally the first to be attacked.The blood scattered in the rainstorm, forming a blood mist, and the rust-like smell was suffocating.

However, the sense of smell of the soldiers who have been red-eyed for a long time has become numb, and they only see the enemy who should be killed.

For a while, the sound of thunder, rain, fighting and the roar of soldiers could be heard endlessly.

What does life matter?Jun Moxiao, who is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times!

"Report—" A scout hurriedly found Xie Bi'an, who was in charge of the battle in Qilian, "The enemy general seemed to have expected it, and left a large number of people to garrison Suyang!"

Xie Bi'an was calm about things, and even reassured him: "No problem, just deploy as usual."

"Yes."

Not long after that person had left, another person came hurriedly: "General—!" He was so flustered that he couldn't speak clearly, "General...General..."

Xie Bi'an frowned slightly: "Don't worry, speak slowly."

"Before... there is an ambush by the North Witch Army in front of the Tianyi Canyon! It is roughly estimated that there are about 6 people!"

Qi Kuo looked at Xie Bi'an suspiciously: "My lord, this..."

The enemy general should not be underestimated. It can be said that he has predicted all their deployments.

Xie Bi'an also had troublesome emotions in his eyes.

After pondering for a moment, Xie Bi'an ordered decisively: "After some people come out and break up with me, let the other soldiers withdraw from the canyon first. Make another plan after going out."

Qi Kuo clasped fists with the scout and replied: "Yes!"

According to the complex situation in front of them, the outcome of this battle is destined to be difficult to distinguish in a short period of time, and they have already made preparations for long-term response.

But the accident happened suddenly.

In the evening of this day, Fan Wujiu was in the house carefully wiping the surface of the oil-paper umbrella with a moistened veil.

If the oil-paper umbrella has not been exposed to rain for a long time, the tung oil on it will dry out.In this way, the umbrella surface will shrink and become smaller, and it will gradually become difficult to open it.However, after the beginning of spring this year, there was not much rain in Nantai, and most of them were thunderstorms, which stopped after a while.In addition, Fan Wujiu seldom goes out and has no chance to use it, so it needs to be maintained from time to time.

"My lord——" Cheng Shuo raised his voice to call Fan Wujiu from a long distance, "My lord, hurry up at the [-] li border crossing!" Cheng Shuo rushed to Fan Wujiu panting, holding an envelope in his hand.

Fan Wujiu paused for wiping, immediately put the things in his hand on the big case, and said solemnly: "Bring it here."

For some reason, he felt a strong sense of unease.

Taking the letter from Cheng Shuo's hand, Fan Wujiu tore off the envelope with a messy movement, took out the letterhead inside and unfolded it.Just after reading the first two sentences, his expression suddenly changed.The further he read, the more trembling his hand holding the letterhead became.

Cheng said that he had never seen Fan Wujiu who was so gawkish, he couldn't help but wanted to ask what happened, but he didn't dare to open his mouth, so he called out nervously: "My lord...?"

Fan Wujiu wanted to force himself to calm down, but his trembling voice betrayed his heart:

"Brother An...life and death are uncertain."

Cheng Shuo was taken aback for a moment, feeling unbelievable.Ben wanted to ask for details, but Fan Wujiu handed him the letterhead directly.

A few days ago, the 7 troops that attacked Qilian were ambushed in the Yixiantian Canyon, and now only [-] are left.

And Xie Bi'an, like the other 3 people, completely lost contact.

Some soldiers found the bodies of Xie Bi'an's guards on the outside of the canyon.In the ravine not far from the corpse, Xie Bi'an's blood-stained armor and hair crown were scattered.Other than that, there are no other clues.

Fan Wujiu sat back in front of the big case as if exhausted, staring at the oil-paper umbrella in front of him, making it difficult to see what he was thinking.

"My lord..." Cheng Shuo called out worriedly. "Just a hair crown and some armor, it doesn't prove anything."

Fan Wujiu rarely showed his emotions outside.But even though he looks calm and calm now, Cheng Shuo, who has followed him for many years, can't understand.

Seeing that Fan Wujiu didn't respond, Cheng Shuo summoned up his courage again and said: "So, my lord must believe that General Xie is auspicious and has his own auspices, and he will definitely be able to save the day!"

Although it may be inappropriate to say such words at this time, but this is the greatest consolation Cheng Shuo can give Fan Wujiu.

Fan Wujiu finally reacted, but he still didn't look back at him:

"Ah."

He waved his hand, indicating that he didn't have to worry about himself.Cheng said that he knew it was inappropriate for him to stay here, so he quietly retreated and closed the door for Fan Wujiu.

The moment the door closes, there are two worlds inside and outside.The atmosphere was oppressive and breathless.

He began to silently analyze the contents of the letter.

In the best case, Xie Bi'an was taken hostage by the Northern Wu;

Worst case scenario... speaks for itself.

So Xie Bi'an... I'm afraid it's really bad luck.

Fan Wujiu didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Putting his hands on his forehead and propping his elbows on the table, his body remained motionless and his mind went blank.

What should he do now?

Or what can he do?

No, he can't do anything.

Now he is just a general with a false name.

Hesitation and powerlessness filled every corner of his body.

He thought, when was the last time he was in a desperate situation?

Was it when you were forced to hide in a mass grave as a child and spend a night alone with the horrific carrion inside the coffin?Or was he lying on the street covered in bruises, hungry and cold, watching the bustling crowd in front of him, but no one noticed him, a boy who was on the verge of death?

He felt that he had never been so at a loss as he was at this moment.

Fan Wujiu let out a foul breath, and his fingertips couldn't help touching the line of words on the umbrella handle that was blurred by rubbing.

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

...is it really a prophecy?

But he would rather forget about each other in the mountains and rivers, and he doesn't want this kind of "Long Lovesick" like Brother An.

☆、back road、change

Fan Wujiu hid his face in the darkness, the bright red teacher's seal between his brows also dimmed.

The scene of Xie Bi'an's expedition three years ago suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The long, bitter wind blew Xie Bi'an's soft hair, fluttering with the banners, and was dyed gray by snowflakes.But his gentle smile is like the sunshine in early spring, which has the power of spring with a dead tree, melting all the severe cold and bringing endless warmth.

At that time, Fan Wujiu looked at Xie Bian Wuxia's side face and thought foolishly, so, it can be regarded as being with brother An forever and ever.

But when Xie Bi'an's back gradually moved away from him, he finally realized how ridiculous his ignorance was.

Leaving hatred is just like spring grass, it goes farther and survives.Fan Wujiu stretched out his hand in the void as if waking up from a dream, as if this could save his back from leaving.

But when Xie Bi'an completely disappeared at his fingertips, he realized how far the distance between himself and Xie Bi'an was.

One of them is at the end of the world and the other is at the end of the world.

He never kept Xie Bi'an.

Never.

Fan Wujiu started rubbing the lettering on the handle of the umbrella almost paranoidly again, until his fingertips were torn and he didn't want to stop.It seems that as long as these nicks are polished to be as flat as the handle of the umbrella, the curse will disappear.

...something seems wrong?

Fan Wujiu's movements stopped.

The back of the lettering seems to be loose?

Confused, he reversed the oil-paper umbrella and looked carefully at the light source.

It is a circle of tiny gaps, square in shape.If the water stains from wiping the umbrella surface had not accidentally seeped into the gap, perhaps this mystery would never be discovered.

Pry it off, pry it off.

Suddenly there was an urgent voice in his head, instigating Fan Wujiu to pry it open.He miraculously took off the hairpin on the top of his head, pierced it tentatively along the gap, and then turned it lightly, and the piece of wood was opened so easily, like a small cover.

This is a hollow trough.

Fan Wujiu stuck two fingers into the secret slot in surprise, unexpectedly he found a folded piece of paper and a key.

He unfolded the folded paper.

"Take it with you and find it two inches under the yellow plum tree in the courtyard."

At the first sight of the paper, one can tell that this is Xie Bi'an's handwriting.

He stood up abruptly, ignoring the overturned chair, and ran straight towards the courtyard.

Cheng Shuo, who was guarding outside, was startled by the sudden opening of the door next to him: "My lord?"

I saw his general rushing out, so eager, he didn't know where he was going.

Cheng said that he was afraid that something might happen to Fan Wujiu, so he quickly followed.

The mansions of Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an are independent, but there is a courtyard connecting the two mansions together.There is a yellow plum tree in the courtyard, which he planted together with Xie Bi'an several years ago.

Although he didn't know what Fan Wujiu was going to dig, but seeing that Fan Wujiu was in such a hurry, he didn't ask any more questions, and directly helped Fan Wujiu shovel the soil under the yellow plum tree.

After a while, a square object was dug up.

A dark black box.

Fan Wujiu's breathing was uneven and hurried, as if something was about to come out from the bottom of his heart.

He took out the key in his arms and stretched it towards the lock, even because of trembling, he failed to align it several times.

The lock cylinder turns and the box is opened.Inside is a sign.

After Cheng Shuo looked suspiciously for a long while, he asked uncertainly, "This...is this General Xie's token?"

Fan Wujiu froze in place.

That's right, it was Xie Bi'an's token.

Seeing the token is like seeing the person.So this token can use everything Xie Bi'an owns.

And the intention of leaving it is self-evident——

If Xie Bi'an really can't come back, Fan Wujiu will be safe and sound for the rest of his life.

Fan Wujiu's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and there seemed to be a big stone choked in his chest, which was stuffy and painful.His body lost strength, and he fell to his knees on the ground, his tinnitus continued, and he couldn't hear anything.

It turned out that Brother An had arranged all the funeral affairs well before parting, paving the way for him...

Suffering instantly welled up in the eye sockets and dripped down the cheeks.

Why... why does Brother An always take care of so much, and why does he always use it for this kind of thing...

He could no longer suppress the choking in his throat, and with all the hopelessness of the three years of waiting, he burst into tears like a child.

As resolute as Fan Wujiu, this is the first time he shed tears after he tied his hair.

In the past, Fan Wujiu couldn't understand the word "family".

Yizishishishi, this word is so unfamiliar to most people.But when he was four years old, he had already chewed this word thoroughly, so thoroughly that it was almost nauseating.

Fan Wujiu was born in a remote mountain village. There is an older brother who is two years older than himself. His parents are simple and honest farmers.Although life is poor, but still happy.

When I was four years old, it was the time of war.The shortage of food has led to thousands of miles of starvation, and the people are in dire straits.Their family also had no food to eat for several days, and could only rely on bark and grass roots to fill their stomachs.

Little Fan Wujiu heard that there were wild vegetables growing on the mountain, so he went up the mountain alone to look for it.For this reason, he stumbled and fell into a ravine, causing injuries all over his body.Fortunately, Huangtian paid off, unexpectedly found a small handful, so he ran home happily, and wanted to bring it to his parents and elder brother.

He thought, father, mother and brother must be very happy.

Fan Wujiu approached the house on tiptoe, intending to give them a surprise, but he heard his family members whispering in the house.

"Are you really going to exchange Ah Jiu with everyone Zhang?" This was A Niang's voice.

"If not, would you have the heart to attack your own child?" This was Father's voice.

...his own child?Is it yourself?

Fan Wujiu's eyelids suddenly twitched non-stop, and there was some ominous premonition in his heart.

Seeing that Auntie didn't speak, Dad continued to persuade: "Although we are human flesh, it can last us a long time. If someone wants to survive, someone must sacrifice."

Although Fan Wujiu is still young and doesn't know what "sacrifice" means, it is impossible for him not to understand the word "human flesh".

The child next door who often plays with him seems to have not seen him in the past few days... Thinking of this, Fan Wujiu can probably guess what father and mother want to do with him.

The room fell silent, Fan Wujiu anxiously and expectantly waited for A Niang's veto.

But things backfired, after a while A Niang compromised: "...so be it."

Fan Wujiu was like a thunderbolt in the blue sky.

"When Ah Jiu comes back, don't make any noise. After coaxing him to sleep... then carry him over."

Fan Wujiu was startled, and accidentally dropped the thing in his hand on the ground, Lingshu's voice was extraordinarily loud in the quiet atmosphere.

The people in the room looked out the door in unison.

"Ah Jiu?"

An extreme sense of fear and crisis surged into Fan Wujiu's heart, his body made a decision faster than his brain - he ran out without looking back.

"No, don't let him run away!"

They chased it out.

Father and mother called many people in the village and looked for him like hungry wolves.He had no choice but to hide in the deserted mass grave during the night.

Unexpectedly, those people were unwilling to leave the mass grave, so Fan Wujiu suppressed his fear and hid in a broken coffin.

Rotting corpses are scary, but the people outside are even more terrifying.

After those people left cursing, Fan Wujiu didn't dare to come out until the night fell and dawn came.

Since then he has been homeless and wandered around.

What Mo Rong said was right, he had indeed competed with wild dogs for food.He was really hungry then, he didn't want to die...

This kind of wandering continued until Mr. Kong rescued him who was dying...

"Son, where is your family?" After he woke up, Mr. Kong asked softly, stroking his head.

"...Dead." He lowered his eyes and replied numbly.

As time goes by, those unbearable pasts seem to gradually become blurred.Fan Wujiu thought that he had grown and become tough, and would not be affected by them anymore.

But he didn't expect that those hidden memories would reveal their original shape in the middle of the night, turning into a cage, entangled and imprisoned him in every possible way.And his family has become a dark abyss, a nightmare that he can't get rid of.

He dreamed of Father, Mother and Brother.Their faces were twisted into a ball, their mouths grinned strangely, and then they tied him up and sent him to someone else's house.Someone stabbed himself in the neck with a bayonet, and he was thrown on the cutting board like an animal to let his blood out.

The environment changed suddenly, and he found an unrecognizable carrion lying on his side.His cloudy eyeballs were protruding, filled with wriggling maggots, almost overflowing their sockets.

He woke up struggling and crying, because he was afraid of falling into a terrible dream again, so he could only get up and curl himself up into a ball, waiting for the dawn.

Day after day, year after year, Fan Wujiu can't count how many nights of torture he has endured.

Another nightmare cycle.He saw his body being dissected by the people in the village, the internal organs were removed, and then thrown into boiling water for cooking.No matter how hoarsely he begged for help and called his father and mother, his parents just gave him a cold look in the end, and then drifted away without looking back.

With tears streaming down his face, he stared blankly at the sky, gave up struggling, and let his body fall into the darkness.

In the haze, he heard a childish but gentle voice in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm fine..."

Someone's hands surrounded him, and they patted his back regularly.

Xie Bi'an in the next room heard Fan Wujiu's cry for help in a daze, and rushed over worried, only to find out that Fan Wujiu was haunted by a nightmare.Following the way A Niang used to comfort him who was having nightmares, Xie Bi'an hugged Fan Wujiu and gently woke him up.

"It's a dream, it's all a dream. It's all over..."

Fan Wujiu woke up suddenly and found himself being hugged by Xie Bian.

At that time, Fan Wujiu couldn't understand why his body was so warm and why he had the power to rescue him from the nightmare...

From then on, Xie Bi'an moved over to sleep in the same room with him, just to be able to go there in time to hug him tightly and wake him up with a gentle voice when he was having nightmares.

As smart as Xie Bi'an, of course he knows that Fan Wujiu cannot have nightmares every night for no reason.But Fan Wujiu didn't want to say it, and Xie Bi'an would never force him.

Whenever facing Xie Bi'an's encouraging eyes, Fan Wujiu wanted to pour out his thoughts to him.But many times words came to my lips, but they still couldn't flow out.

He didn't have the courage to repeat the scene of the year.

It wasn't until one time when he contracted a cold and developed a high fever that he told Xie Bi'an intermittently what happened that year while he was half asleep.

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

Fan Wujiu looked blankly at the tall beams.

Xie Bi'an tucked up the quilt for him, and tapped his forehead: "I'm confused...Aren't I a family member of Wugui?"

...Yeah, Brother An has done what his family failed to do.

Fan Wujiu also said that he really hates war, no one hates those endless fights more than him.

Xie Bi'an patiently smoothed his frown due to fever: "I don't like Wu Jiu, then when I grow up, I will go with Wu Jiu to end those wars with my own hands."

His serious and firm eyes were shining brightly against the bright red between his brows, and his slightly pale face was also shining brightly.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Fan Wujiu's mind, and it became an indelible memory.From then on, he fully realized that Xie Bi'an was his closest family member and his most intimate confidant; he was the warm sun in spring, the shining starlight in summer night, the supremacy beyond all the good things in the world, and it was his end. redemption.

Without Xie Bi'an's company, perhaps I would not be able to face that long night until now.

Fan Wujiu clenched his hands tightly, his palms were deeply embedded with blood, and he didn't even feel it.

He really misses Brother An, misses his soft murmur, misses his moonlike eyes, misses his gentle smile, he misses so much...

Wait, the only thing he can do now is wait.Since he once said that he would wait for his return in Nantai, then he must wait, no matter what the result is.

He needs to cheer up, and he can't just slump and collapse like this.He is not a burden, but Xie Bi'an's brother who walks side by side.

The leaves on the tree were trembling, when the evening wind blew gently, it fell down, and was crushed into dust along with Fan Wujiu's scattered thoughts.

When Cheng said that he was in a hurry to help Fan Wujiu who was kneeling on the ground and weeping, Fan Wujiu suddenly stopped crying, and then said coldly:

"Send an order to completely block the news of Brother An's disappearance."

The news that Brother An's whereabouts are unknown must not be spread, otherwise it will cause panic among soldiers and common people.

Cheng Shuo was a little awkward because of Fan Wujiu's rapid transformation: "Ah...? Yes...Yes."

If it wasn't for Fan Wujiu's eyes still stained with tears, Cheng Shuo couldn't believe his general cried just now.

After a short period of depression, Fan Wujiu quickly returned to the former General Fan, who was decisive and decisive in dealing with things, without delaying anything.

Cheng said he was relieved.

The Battle of Suyang lasted for more than 20 days.Although our army has a slight advantage overall, the Northern Wu army is like weeds, which can't be cut down and blown again.If this continues, no matter whether it is food, grass or soldiers, they will not be able to withstand more consumption.

Qi Lian's remaining [-] soldiers called for formation every day and stood by for orders.

Recently Cheng Shuo and Qian Hong are extremely worried about Fan Wujiu's health.

The general's black hair had turned gray, and he was exhausted from the war all day long. It seemed that Cheng Shuo and Qian Hong felt very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, with the decoction boiled by Qianhong, the symptoms did not worsen.

"My lord, the time has come, let's take a break earlier." Qian Hong persuaded Fan Wujiu, who was writing at the desk.

"It's okay. Cough cough..." Fan Wujiu covered his mouth and couldn't help coughing again.

"My lord..." Qianhong stepped forward worriedly.

Fan Wujiu drank a cup of tea, shook his head, "Go and rest."

In fact, it's not that Fan Wujiu doesn't want to sleep.During this period of time, he couldn't sleep well at night, and after waking up once, he couldn't fall asleep again, and could only toss and turn on the couch until dawn.

"...Then... this servant will leave." Seeing that she couldn't persuade Fan Wujiu, Qian Hong had no choice but to give up and leave.Halfway back, he added worryingly: "The servant is in the compartment. If there is anything, sir, just call."

"Ah."

The door was closed, the room returned to silence, and the sound of paper flipping at the fingertips was very clear.The candlelight elongated Fan Wujiu's thin figure and reflected it on the wall, flickering on and off.

For more than 20 days, Fan Wujiu devoted himself to the strategic planning of the border, from time to time he would provide some deployment references to the generals at the border, in order to pass the days that seemed like years.

Xie Bi'an still has no news.

Fan Wujiu looked at the dancing candle flame and sank into his own thoughts.

At this time, no news should be the best news...

Recently, some rumors such as "The Great General Zhenbei is missing" and "The Great General Zhenbei is dead" have suddenly spread among the people.After investigation, the source turned out to be from the Duke of Zhen's mansion, and I don't know what the Duke of Zhen is going to do.

Tomorrow, he still needs to come forward in person to suppress this "rumor".

Fan Wujiu closed his eyes tiredly, feeling that the night was too long.

Noon the next day.

As soon as Fan Wujiu returned home from outside, he saw Cheng Shuo eagerly discussing something with several strangers.

"What's the noise?" Fan Wujiu frowned and asked.

These few people had never seen such a stern General Fan before, they were immediately silenced by his majestic aura, and looked at each other in blank dismay.Only Cheng Shuo replied without changing his expression:

"My lord... the news of the victory at the frontier. General Xie made an ingenious strategy and successfully sneaked across the Suolong Road, taking down Tiange and Qilian successively. Five days ago, Su Yang fell and the Northern Wu was defeated."

In just these two sentences, the amount of information contained in them is not small——

Xie Bi'an's whereabouts are clearly unknown, why did he appear out of thin air?

Why did the news of him smuggling into Suolong Road come out now? Did he deliberately hide it from others?Is it a sudden intention or a long-planned plan?

The terrain of Tiange is extremely dangerous, and even the people of Beiwu dare not set foot in it easily.And Xie Bi'an knew that this was a "dead end", why did he choose this road resolutely?

Too many puzzling doubts...

"That is to say, Brother An has never had an accident...?"

Fan Wujiu couldn't stop trembling, apparently he didn't care about anything else.

Cheng Shuo's expression finally changed, he pursed his lips and couldn't speak.But under the coercion of Fan Wujiu, Cheng Shuo hesitantly said:

"...Thank...thank you, General..."

Fan Wujiu's expression also changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Say."

Cheng Shuo had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue: "... General Xie was seriously injured and had a high fever. He was unconscious until three days ago. In addition, he was overworked these days, and the situation is not optimistic..."

"Pack up your things and get your horses ready. We'll leave for the frontier tomorrow."

As soon as Cheng finished speaking, Fan Wujiu immediately issued an order without delay.

"I'm going into the palace right now, and I implore the emperor to send some imperial physicians to accompany me."

"Yes."

The author has something to say: Bi’an is always like this, everything is arranged properly from the beginning, even after death.

☆, the past

Xie Bi'an was picked up by Mr. Kong about full term.

He has just recovered from a serious illness, and his body is still recuperating.Therefore, Mr. Kong was not in a hurry to let Xie Bi'an practice martial arts, but like an ordinary master, he started teaching from the Four Books and Five Classics.

Ever since Fan Wujiu found out that he mistook Xie Bi'an for a girl, he never spoke to him again.

Xie Bi'an thought it was funny, but he couldn't help worrying, worried that he didn't point out that he was not his daughter's family in the first place. It was a bit inappropriate, which made Fan Wujiu angry.

Xie Bi'an wanted to ask him for a good explanation and an apology.But except when he was going to listen to his teacher's teaching, Fan Wujiu was hardly seen at other times, as if he was deliberately avoiding Xie Bi'an.

Xie Bi'an, who carried back a pile of books from Mr. Kong, sighed, and staggered towards his own room.

He is weak and weak, and it is very difficult for him to hold such a large stack of books. After walking two steps, he needs to stop and rest for a while before continuing.

The sun is shining today, making people feel hot and uncomfortable.Xie Bi'an was so tired that he stopped again, sweating profusely.Panting for a while, just as he was about to continue on his way, he felt a light in his hand.

"Eh?"

Xie Bianahan, is it possible that you are still hallucinating from exhaustion?

Taking a closer look, Xie Bi'an was surprised to find that it was a child about his own age who was wearing black clothes and short clothes, and took the stack of books from him.

And that child is Fan Wujiu.

In fact, Fan Wujiu had already seen Xie Bian from a distance, but there were too many books, piled up to cover Xie Bian's face, so Xie Bian did not see Fan Wujiu.

Seeing that Xie Bi'an was obviously tired and out of breath, but insisted on continuing to walk, Fan Wujiu couldn't bear it, hesitated for a moment, then went up and took the things from Xie Bi'an's hand.

"...I...I can do it myself."

Xie Bi'an said nervously, wanting to take it back and move it by himself in a panic.

Xie Bi'an's face was wet with sweat, and his fair skin looked crystal clear under the sunlight.Perhaps because of the heat, there was still a hint of blush on her cheeks, and she looked quite like a porcelain doll with pink make-up.

Fan Wujiu hated that iron cannot be made into steel.With such a weak and weak body, why didn't he ask himself to help him instead of trying to show off?

So Fan Wujiu didn't give Xie Bian this chance, and walked towards Xie Bian's house without looking back while holding the pile of books.

Seeing Fan Wujiu ignoring him, Xie Bi'an was not annoyed, and followed him.

"Thank you..."

Xie Bi'an said to Fan Wujiu who put down his books in the room.

Fan Wujiu glanced at Xie Bi'an expressionlessly, then turned to leave.

Xie Bi'an knew that if he left like this this time, he might not have a chance to find him in private next time, so he gently grabbed his sleeve.

"That...sorry..."

Fan Wujiu looked at the little hand that was holding onto his sleeve, and finally there was a slight change in his normally calm eyes.

"...Why did you suddenly apologize?"

Xie Bi'an suddenly felt that his behavior seemed not very good, and hastily let go of his sleeve.

"I...I didn't mean to let you misunderstand that I belong to my daughter's family. Don't be angry. "

Fan Wujiu was startled, suddenly realized.

I thought it was something...

"...Not angry."

Fan Wujiu hesitated, hesitated to speak.

"It's not your fault."

He avoids Xie Bi'an, it's really not because of Xie Bi'an...

"...Really?" Xie Bi'an was dubious, "Then...why do you avoid me,"

Fan Wujiu suddenly felt uncomfortable, he didn't dare to look directly at Xie Bi'an.

He's not angry, he's just...just...

"...I won't avoid you from now on."

It was the first time Xie Bi'an saw Fan Wujiu showing such an expression.

I don't know if I read it wrong, his ears seem to be a little red...

The misunderstanding was resolved, and the two were no longer the same as before, one hiding and the other chasing.

It was later that Xie Bi'an found out that Fan Wujiu was only ashamed because he was foolish in front of him and felt ashamed.

He found that Fan Wujiu was not as good as he looked.