Taoist fast crossing

The atmosphere in Wancheng has been tense throughout the winter, and it became a little more relaxed at the beginning of spring, because the sick Major General Wang finally recovered.

When he reappeared, he was almost unrecognizable. He was more than ten years old, and he looked like his body had been hollowed out.

I heard that he had a severe cough due to wind-cold entering his body. From traditional Chinese medicine to Western medicine, it can only be suppressed, but not cured.Many cough medicines contain ingredients that paralyze the nerves. Long-term use of cough medicines will cause the body to rely heavily on the medicines. Occasionally, the spirit will be over-excited, and occasionally lethargic, which will also affect sleep, mood, self-control, etc.In severe cases, hallucinations and delusions can result, leading to uncontrolled behavior.

It was too concealed, completely corrupting a robust body without knowing it.

The coldest early spring has passed, and the sun is warm. The beauty-loving ladies and wives have put on spring clothes, and they are all bright, green, yellow, pink, or cheongsam, or skirt, or Western dress...

Su Baoling was a little thinner than before. She was wearing a black fine woolen coat, with Major General Wang, who was dressed in thick clothes and sickly, by the side. The two cuddled together, feeling like an old married couple.

Si Qingyan saw her from a distance, but Su Baoling lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

It's very alienated, and there is a taste that I can't avoid.

Major General Wang held Su Baoling in his arms, branded a kiss on her forehead to show his sovereignty, and then gave Si Qingyan a provocative smile.Hmph, what sister and brother, isn't it a man's desire for a beautiful woman?

Si Qingyan lowered her head and suppressed a smile.

Major General Wang was about to be raised to death by Su Baoling, and if he continued to do this, he would die sooner... Thinking about it, he is not a smart person. Thinking about it this way, he is not too worried about Su Baoling.

There are more and more Japanese troops in the north. Although the northeast is still in the middle, there is not much support from the rear. Si Qingheng is restless. Whenever he has free time, he trains in the barracks.

The weapon factory was moved from Qingxiang to another place, where Si Qingyan was researching nuclear bombs when he was not in school.In fact, under the current conditions, the development of nuclear bombs cannot bring about a huge change in the overall situation.This country is too big, and because of the separatism of warlords, it has been reduced to a mess.

The Nanjing government has a vague tendency to unify the whole country. The two parties united and went north to attack those warlords who were separatist.Strictly speaking, Si Qingheng is also one of the latter, but he voted for the Nanjing government early on, no matter how private he is, he still belongs to Nanjing on the surface.

Conscripted from the south, Si Qingheng had no choice but to lead troops to participate in the Northern Expedition, and he was still a vanguard...Even if he knew that the Nanjing government wanted to consume his troops, Si Qingheng couldn't refuse.

Although this matter has many disadvantages, it can also test the effect of the two years of military training.If this batch of new troops is brought up, they will only belong to his cronies...

No matter what, always think of an excuse to talk about comfort.

Before the expedition, Si Qingyan walked into Si Qingheng's room at night and asked him to take off his clothes.

Si Qingheng's expression was very complicated, and for the first time, he was a little defensive...

"what are you going to do?"

He didn't undress.

"Do you believe me?" Si Qingyan shook the porcelain box in her hand.

"What is that?" Si Qingheng smelled a trace of blood.

"pigment."

"A tattoo on the body can bring good fortune in disaster and victory in every battle." Inside the porcelain box were a ground sandalwood bead, high-quality medicinal herbs, and Si Qingyan's fingertip blood.Each material contains a weak aura, which can strengthen the body and regulate the aura when pierced on the human body.If it is stabbed into a special totem, it will have a special effect.

"You...will believe this too?" Si Qingheng was a little incredulous.

He always felt that the current Si Qingyan was a staunch materialist.Because he, Si Qingyan, compiled a philosophy textbook, used the theories in the textbook to overwhelm all the teachers and students in the school, and successfully added a compulsory philosophy course to the school.Sometimes Si Qingheng thinks this course is useless, but if learning this thing can make people not believe in ghosts and gods and use their brains to think, it's not bad.

I always feel that it is a bit weird for a serious scientific research madman to say that he wants to get a tattoo...

"Take off your clothes quickly, rub the paint on and it will dry."

If it wasn't for fear of alarming others, Si Qingyan would have wanted to tear off Si Qingheng's clothes directly.Thanks to his many cares in the past few years, on the battlefield, swords have no eyes and guns are ferocious. Si Qingyan can only think of other ways to increase Si Qingheng's survival rate.

"What are you going to stab me with?" Si Qingheng was helpless.

But when Si Qingyan came over to say this on purpose, he couldn't help feeling a warm current in his heart.

At least the younger brother was worried for his safety.

Although... what is this... midnight tattoos?

Si Qingheng didn't know what words to scold when he wanted to.

"Before General Yue Fei left, his mother tattooed four characters on his back. Do you know which four characters they are?" Si Qingyan asked.

"Invincible?" Si Qingheng had never heard of this story, so he could only think along what Si Qingyan said.

always feel weird...

"It's serving the country with loyalty." Si Qingyan took out a silver needle and stabbed it on Si Qingheng's back with lightning speed.

Si Qingheng was caught off guard by the needle, almost shouted out, turned his head and rolled his eyes.

The younger brother came here specifically to restrain him.

That was before, and so is this now.

"A man, you are also afraid of pain?" Si Qingyan frowned with contempt.

"My man can't be afraid of pain?" Si Qingheng felt very unfair.

"No, you should be expressionless now, with forbearance in your eyes." Si Qingyan felt that Si Qingheng's reaction was very wrong.Aren't you the iron-blooded and ruthless Marshal Si in front of outsiders?

Once the needle is stuck, you roll your eyes, what does it look like!

"Fart." Si Qingheng uttered vulgar words, rolled up his sleeves, and was worried.

"Would you like to light the candle? What are you going to stab me with?"

Si Qingheng was very afraid that one day he would take off his clothes in front of his subordinates, reveal a nondescript thing behind his back, and be laughed at behind his back.

"It's guaranteed to be more domineering than serving the country loyally." Si Qingyan made a plan in her heart, and stabbed Si Qingheng's back with one needle after another.The needle was stained with a paint specially prepared by Si Qingyan, which was a deep dark red, like coagulated fresh blood.

There was indeed blood in it, and it all came from Si Qingyan, but when it wasn't enough, he pricked his fingers and squeezed some out.Blood could not be used for tattoos, but Si Qingyan forced the aura in her body to her fingertips and allowed it to melt into the blood, which made the blood special.

"What the hell is it? I've been stabbed by you, so you tell me first, so that I can be mentally prepared."

Si Qingheng was very curious.

"Well... tell you another story." Si Qingyan thought for a while, then said slowly:

"Also a general, and he also has a mother."

Before Si Qingyan finished speaking, Si Qingheng asked in a trembling voice:

"What the hell are you implying?"

"I'm not your mother, don't worry." Si Qingyan's needle was given a little heavier and deeper, so as to prevent Si Qingheng from overthinking.

Si Qingheng took a deep breath in pain and stopped talking.

"His mother told him the story of Yue Fei and his loyalty to the country..."

When Si Qingyan said this, as expected, Si Qingheng's expression became strange again, but this time Si Qingheng held back and didn't say much.

"Then he undressed and had his mother tattooed."

Si Qingheng's expression became even weirder.

Si Qingyan ignored Si Qingheng's hesitant face, and continued:

"I heard that those four words can make him survive every battle, and the effect is amazing."

"Which four words? Loyalty to serve the country?" Si Qingheng asked.

"No...it's the hero who spared his life." The corner of Si Qingyan's mouth curled up in a kind arc.

"Don't scare me..." Si Qingheng's expression suddenly became bitter.

"No."

After Si Qingyan finished the last stroke, she looked very satisfied at the ink-blooded unicorn behind Si Qingheng.

This unicorn is so red that it turns black, with a lion head and tiger eyes, a elk body and dragon scales, it walks on the clouds, it is extremely dignified, and there is some ferocity hidden in the majestic atmosphere, it almost flies out of its body and rides the clouds.

Qilin is formed when the stars of the year are scattered. It is auspicious and a symbol of good luck.And it is also a king beast. Only outstanding people can bear this pattern and be blessed by the totem.Although Si Qingheng's means are not benevolent, but he has a steelyard in his heart, and he has a faint royal demeanor, which is very suitable for tattooing a unicorn.

Si Qingheng tilted his neck and glanced back. He caught a glimpse of the cloud pattern and heaved a sigh of relief.

She thought that Si Qingyan would get a tattoo of "Hero, forgive me", and worried for a long time.

"I didn't expect you to have a handicraft. When you run out of money in the future, you can rely on this to support yourself." Si Qingheng praised casually.

"Don't get tattooed casually." Si Qingyan put away the empty porcelain box, and told him to pay attention to his diet recently, don't take a bath for the next two days, etc. Si Qingheng repeated them one by one, and then Si Qingyan left in peace. .

"Are you afraid that I will die?" Si Qingheng asked suddenly.

"It's okay." Si Qingyan left quietly without taking a cloud with her.

"Tough mouth." Si Qingheng sneered, touching his burning back, he could only lie on his stomach, but fell asleep with peace of mind.

Si Qingheng's army was unstoppable, like a sharp knife, it broke through the territory of several warlords one after another, blocking the eyes of many people for a while.Although rushing to the front has a high casualty rate, the chances of grabbing things are also great. Some of the second generation who were assigned to gild and reap benefits never snatched Si Qingheng, and could only scold him behind his back for being reincarnated as a starved ghost. , Traitor among people.

Si Qingheng is a warlord in essence, and he left the organization without hesitation and turned to the Nanjing government a few years ago.Recently, during the Northern Expedition, he raised his butcher's knife against the commanders and marshals of the various departments who had a good relationship in the past, completely disregarding the old friendship, but he was not close to the direct line of the Nanjing government.

Maybe it's because his head isn't low enough.He didn't put on a loyal appearance of going up the mountain of swords and going down the sea of ​​fire, obeying orders and regardless of life and death.In front of his family, it's okay to lose his foundation, but outside, Si Qingheng seems to have an iron backbone behind him, and he can't bow down no matter what.

This battle lasted from July to next winter, when Si Qingheng came back, another heavy snow fell in Wancheng.

Yin Changan can already walk.He looks more like Yin Siting, with delicate features, he is a quiet child, very well-behaved.Due to various reasons, he has been kept in the heavily guarded Yin Mansion, living in a simple place and hardly ever going out.

Even if Si Qingheng allowed Yin Siting to go out to let the wind go, she would not dare to leave the Yin residence, let alone take Yin Changan out.Only when Wen Jinghong came over, would she feel a little more relaxed.Every time Wen Jinghong came over, Yin Changan was the happiest. Although he couldn't leave the house, "uncle" would bring him delicious and interesting things, and he would tell many nice stories.

As for the reason for not being able to leave the house...

Si Qingheng fought on the front line and offended too many people.In case his family members are assassinated when they go out, who can afford it?Even Wen Jinghong would not dare to take Yin Siting out of the house, let alone Yin Changan.

Si Qingheng didn't stay in Yin's house for long, and originally planned to stay only for a while before leaving, but he didn't expect to find a small ball wearing a thick padded jacket from behind the door.

"Father! Father!"

Yin Changan hugged Si Qingheng's boots, not afraid of him at all.

Si Qingheng was in a complicated mood for a while.

In the past, I had a deep enmity with young master Yin, but now his son calls me daddy. Isn't this a mistake as a father?

Or is Yin Siting always teaching her children to call her father?

Not long after, Yin Siting came over to plead guilty with a face of panic, hugged Yin Changan in her arms, and carefully looked at Si Qingheng's expression.

In the past, Si Qingheng was indifferent, gloomy, and moody, but he could roughly guess what he did, but now it is hard to see through.

He just sat on the top chair like that, with his hands clasped together, as if he was thinking about something important, and he didn't pay attention to their mother and son at all.

I haven't seen him for more than a year, and he seems to have changed a lot.

Bottomless, it makes people tremble from the heart.

I heard that he won all the way on the battlefield of the Northern Expedition, and he was very powerful. There are noble girls from the Nanjing government who want to marry him.

Thinking of this, Yin Siting was a little scared.Is it time for her to "die of illness", so what should Chang'an do?He is so young, and he is not Si Qingheng's child. Without his mother, he would not live for long.

"Put the baby aside first."

Si Qingheng ordered.

Yin Siting looked up at Si Qingheng, almost begging.

"Father!" Yin Changan looked up at Si Qingheng with his round eyes flatteringly.

Everyone said that his father was Young Marshal Si, a great hero who beat bad guys!

"Who taught you to shout like that?" Si Qingheng was a little curious.

"...It's uncle." Although Yin Changan was young, he could speak clearly and was a smart boy.

Si Qingheng thought for a long time, where did this child come from? Could it be the dead Young Master Yin who entrusted his dream?Or is it the dead Yin Ershao's dream?

Yin Siting said tremblingly:

"It's Young Master Wen."

Si Qingheng coughed a few times to hide his urge to laugh out loud.

Oh, I almost forgot that this sibling is Yin Siting's cousin, who can barely be Yin Changan's "uncle".