Troubled times male concubine [time travel]

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Xie Yiya was fascinated by the wind and sand in Baiyi City, and also frightened by this city that could still stand in the middle of thousands of miles of barrenness.

"Son..."

Feeling the scorching sun and hearing the howling of vultures, Jiang Yushu had a hunch that he was getting closer to Baiyi City.

"Where are we now?"

Xie Yiya stretched out his hand to block the scorching sun, looked at the majestic city tower, pointed to three large characters, and stammered: "Hundreds...hundreds..."

Jiang Yushu sighed slightly: "Bai, Yi, Cheng."

"I ask you to review your homework on weekdays. If you don't pay attention, you will hate less when the books are used."

Xie Yiya lowered his head in shame: "My lord, I know I was wrong."

"Palm!"

"Ah? Young Master, I know I was wrong, I will definitely learn to read well in the future." Xie Yiya begged pitifully after being shocked.

Jiang Yushu was unmoved: "Baiyi City has been majestic for many years, but you don't know it, and if you tell it, you won't be afraid that the world will make a joke and accept an apprentice like you as a teacher!"

"Didn't you have the apprentice ceremony yet?" Xie Yiya muttered in a low voice.

"What? What did you say?"

"No...no...what, Yi Ya knew he was wrong." Cautiously stretched out his palm, a jasper color fell, and there was a "pop".

"Ah! It hurts~~~" It hurts so much... Realizing his gaffe, the child quickly covered his mouth with his palm, tears rolling in his eyes.

"Young Master, I know I was wrong. I must learn to read well in the future."

The cold voice resounded in the scorching sun. "Remember today's words, even if you study medicine, you must know a thousand words, otherwise how can you save lives and heal the wounded?

"Yeah." Enduring tears, Xie Yiya nodded like a pounding garlic, the burning pain in his palm reminded himself, and also showed that he was unbearable, and he failed the son's painstaking efforts.

"Just remember."

After traveling for nearly a month, Baiyi City finally arrived.

Feeling the magnificence and majesty of the ancient city, I can't help exhaling again.

Bai, Yi, city!

"Enter the city!"

The sleeves of the white clothes were turned up slightly, Xie Yiya held the jade flute tightly, and led Jiang Yushu into Baiyi City. The scene of General Cai at the gate of the city was unforgettable for the soldiers guarding the city.

Who is that gentle, resolute, and elegant person?

When Jiang Yushu entered the city, the generals were complaining bitterly in Zhao Yifeng's ears.Listen to the irritable, sarcastic, arrogant, and unreasonable words of the generals.Zhao Yifeng was expressionless, as silent as a wooden sculpture.

But when he heard that someone was looking for him from outside the camp, Zhao Yifeng, who was always proud and dignified, smiled affectionately.The eager pace brought up a gust of wind, knocking down the marching map on the case table.

Everyone was dumbfounded, did the beautiful girl come to find her husband?The coach has always been domineering and calm, cold and arrogant, this situation is not right...

Rubbing his eyes, he calmed down his thoughts, and after realizing it, there was no sign of Zhao Yifeng in the tent.

Outside the barracks, a young man in white stood calmly among the soldiers in uniform.

Dazzling white, pure white, dazzling white...

The holy one can't bear to touch it, like a banished immortal who has been waiting for thousands of years.

Qingjun without waves, soft and cold, warm and modest, like a orchid in an empty valley blowing in the wind, quiet and fragrant, independent of the world.

Mo hair fluttered lightly, feeling the scorching breath coming from his pavement, Jiang Yushu tightened the jade flute in his hand, and his hand trembled a little.

There is a strange curvature at the corner of the mouth, as if a light cloud is slightly blooming.

——Although it is short-lived, it is still enough to make the world cover up, just like the spring breeze meets a pool of spring water, washing away the tenderness at the end of the world.

Xie Yiya stood beside Jiang Yushu quietly, with watery eyes open, and looked at Zhao Yifeng with dissatisfaction. The jade flute was held tighter and tighter, because he knew that Zhao Yifeng would pass the jade flute in his hand in the next moment, and take it The son took it away. (Inexplicably want to laugh, take away)

Zhao Yifeng was delighted, and smiled softly: "Yushu... are you... well?"

Before we met, countless grievances, helplessness, sadness, and fear wanted to tell him.

He said that he will protect himself well, even understands his frustration and loneliness, and wants to tell him that he knows and cherishes his affectionate encouragement, support and understanding.But when we really say goodbye, all the words can only be merged into one sentence, 'Are you okay? ', the rest is to stare fixedly and listen to the wind singing the songs of the years.

Jiang Yushu's voice was as clear as running water, like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate, two clear and sweet words: "Well."

The generals who followed up cast curious glances at the two of them, and their discussions were like water in a frying pan, endlessly heard.

"Yushu alone is better than the generals of the imperial court, and can block half the city's smoke and sand!

Zhao Yifeng's voice was already thick and powerful, but when he said it so boldly, it added a wildness that shocked everyone and a clang of fighting on the battlefield!

Jiang Yushu was stunned, and couldn't help but asked softly out of curiosity, "Why do you block the smoke and sand from half the city?"

Zhao Yifeng smiled faintly, approached him at close range and said softly: "It's too hard for you to support the whole city by yourself. I'll block the rest!"

Jiang Yushu smiled after hearing this.

Then, the two stopped talking.

Zhao Yifeng stared affectionately at the person in front of him, and Jiang Yushu silently felt the scorching gaze on him.Relatively silent, and listening to the wind quietly walking between the two, blowing the white clothes and black robes.

Xie Yiya's hunch and dissatisfaction were successfully verified.

Zhao Yifeng passed the jade flute in his hand domineeringly, held it tightly, and led Jiang Yushu by the hand without leaving any room for change.

Everyone witnessed the cold, arrogant, dignified and dignified Zhao Yifeng personally leading the man in white into the tent. The young man in white had no glint in his eyes, but he could see that his coach Yu respectfully led him in person.Everyone is guessing and curious: who is he?What is the relationship with Zhao Yifeng?

Everyone's curious, surprised, puzzled, and confused expressions all fell into Zhao Yifeng's eyes, and he only heard one powerful sentence:

"This is 'Mr. Qingyu', which is what I called the 'mysterious saint'. With him, the crisis in Baiyi can be solved!"

"Crack!", and the teacup in the tent fell to the ground.

"Him? There's nothing wrong with my ears?

"Not crazy, are you?"

"God, is this the mysterious hero?"

"Coach, why do you have the confidence to help Baiyi through the crisis?"

All the generals looked at Jiang Yushu in unison, wishing to see holes in him.

Jiang Yushu was calm and leisurely, sitting quietly drinking tea, he couldn't see those scorching gazes.

So his choice is - ignore!

Isn't it a waste of effort to look into the eyes of a blind man?

The most beneficial thing for a blind man is that he does not need to see the changes in people's emotions. His world is dark, and he must choose to ignore the darkness for the glory of dawn.

This also makes him more courageous, not afraid of the filth in the potential dark place.

Zhao Yifeng has always insisted that this person is brave and resourceful, not a member of the court, but better than a member of the court, he can block half the city's smoke and sand!

So everyone preconceived that this man was extremely powerful, burly, with sword skills like a rainbow, at least as domineering and arrogant as their coach, and everyone was convinced!

Even if this is not the case, it can be a hero who wields a knife and rides a horse, goes straight into the enemy's hinterland, and beheads the enemy's generals like picking flowers with his bare hands!

Taking a ten thousand step back, this person should be physically strong anyway!

But the boy in front of him——

Lush and soft, with blind eyes, handsome and gentle, pale and fleeting.

the most important is--

He's blind, blind, blind!

It's a big joke to let blind men fight...

Is this the smoke and sand in the half city of Baiyi City?This is the mysterious hero that the coach said?

That's not the way to joke!

Mo Yun and Zhao Yifeng fought swords for more than half a month before revealing their feelings through drunkenness. Now that Jiang Yushu came, Zhao Yifeng respected him.

Ximen Ritian's anger rose, and another noble son came, and he was disdainful in his heart: "Ge Laozi, I don't look at the place when I travel around. 40 troops will let you play for a blind man. Can you afford it?"Calling you Nine Clans is not enough to kill you!

Danhanyi Taohua's eyes are full of worry: There is not enough food in the first place, and another freeloader comes, oops, people are going to die, someone is going to starve to death~~I hate it~~

Zhang Dakeng was gearing up, gasping for breath, thinking blankly: He has to dig a hole to bury someone again, this person seems to be trusted by the coach, where should the hole be dug?

Dongfang Buyu had a long smile, sweating for Jiang Yushu in his heart: why come to die?The battlefield is not where you come from...

That night, everyone was upset and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

"Ximen, do you think this blind man can do it? Baiyi doesn't have enough food to support idlers. Can he save Baiyi City?" Dongfang Buyu stared at the boss, unable to believe it.

Ximen Ritian pulled Dongfang Buyu up, and muttered in a low voice: "I don't think so, I heard that he is best at 'blowing/xiao', it seems that His Majesty gave him two names, what nonsense 'Jade Xiao Master', 'Young Master Qingyu', it's useless at all, it's all fake. What do you think?"

Dongfang Buyu shook his head: "It's difficult, I don't think so, you didn't see that he is proficient in music? But I'm so rough, who can understand those obscene words and songs?"

"What do you mean?" Ximen Ritian winked at Dongfang Buyu and smiled.

"Try him! I guess he's not as lucky as the coach, so be gentle, don't kill him, just try the water." Dongfang Buyu said cautiously.

Zhang Dakeng lamented: "If he can't save Baiyi, I'll dig another hole, hey..."

Dan Hanyi shook his long legs, rubbed his shoulders, looked at his white flesh, and said in a sour tone: "It's really annoying~~, he looks better than me, you didn't see the twitch between his eyebrows? Wiping cherry red, people who saw it can’t forget it now. And that charm, knowledge is better than me. What I hate the most is that white shirt! How can he look better than me in it. Hmph~~~, Ximen, what are you doing? It's up to others~~"

Ximen Ritian didn't come anywhere when he heard his anger, not everyone can come to Baiyi City for a meal. "Don't make any noise, Dan Hanyi, I don't like him, so I'll think of something."

Dongfang Buyu was a little hesitant, "Do you want to discuss it and think of a perfect plan? It is really inappropriate for the coach to do this, but you and I still have to be careful. Otherwise, the coach will kill you and me after knowing." Obviously he was still a little afraid of Zhao Yifeng's power last time one thing.

Ximen Ritian became angry: "What a fart the plan is, when the plan comes out, Tianqing will belong to him, and after all, 46 will make it easier for me?"

"Ximen, you are indifferent." Zhang Dakeng dissuaded, "Be careful the coach hears." After speaking, he pointed to the top of his head.

Thinking of the oil pan rolling three times, Ximen Ritian felt a little apprehensive, but he still forced his composure: "I'm afraid, the city of Baiyi will not be guaranteed, and the motherfuckers are nothing."

"Then think of a perfect way to not let the coach find out, but also to test the kid's depth. It's best to let him take off the white clothes... oh~~~, I'm tired of looking at the white clothes. If he can't bear to make things difficult, then he himself is unlucky." Dan Hanyi looked at his white clothes carefully, said leisurely, light but with a sour taste.

Both of them are dressed in white, which is really a sight in this city full of yellow sand, just like different tents of the same color, there must be some competition.

Zhang Dakeng worried: "This is not good..."

Dan Hanyi suddenly yelled: "What's wrong, I can't even wear my clothes looking at him, how can he be more handsome than me, you don't think I can do it!"

Ximen Ritian looked at Dan Hanyi with great interest, this guy loves white clothes, and he doesn't allow them to be stained with blood, every time he kills a blood-stained shirt and doesn't wash it five or six times, it's not his act.

It's hard for Baiyi City to be short of water, and he can still squander it.Now, there is another person who likes white clothes as much as he does, and even looks better than him. It's hard for the timid Yi who always only loves to joke and admires himself to find a way. (Cleanliness hits the shirt)

"Don't worry about Danhanyi, I'll go with you when you think about it." Ximen Ritian patted on Danhanyi, with the appearance of 'good brother, I'll live with you'.

"East, are you going?"

Thinking of Zhao Yifeng's oil pan punishment, cramp and peeling, Dongfang Buyu was a little scared: "Can I say no? It was you who made the idea last time, and it hurt me..."

"Damn it, you might as well be terrified. You're so cowardly when he scares you? If you don't go, I'll go!"

"Simen, you are the only one who treats people well. You are really my good brother! But what if the coach finds out? Oh, I'm so anxious~~"

Ximen patted his chest every day and promised: "I'm going to blame you, I'm covering you!"

Danhanyi hugged Ximen Ritian suddenly, "You're a scapegoat, good brother!" Ximen Ritian was a little stiff, and unnaturally pushed away the Danhanyi that was stuck to his body.

Zhang Dakeng coughed dryly, and concluded: "In short, no matter what, try the water, let him retreat in spite of difficulties, don't waste food, but don't let the coach know..., so you have to be careful!"

Dan Hanyi restrained his usual smiling appearance, and lowered his head in thought with a solemn expression.

Everyone never expected that Dan Hanyi, who usually only knows how to be lonely and cares about his clothes, would have such a scheming day.They all gave Dan Hanyi admiring thumbs up in their hearts.

"I figured it out! That kid is now with the coach. Let's secretly hang a basin of water at the door of the tent where he lives. After he enters the door and his clothes get wet, I peel off his clothes. Tie them up and throw them in the water tank. Now nine month, God made it beautiful. It would be best to be half-wounded and half-disabled from the cold. This is a—"

"Secondly, isn't he going to come to Baiyi City to eat and drink? Crotons, rhubarb, and senna are indispensable. Otherwise, how can we save food for Baiyi?"

After Dan Hanyi finished speaking, he didn't forget to add: "I hate people wearing the same white clothes as me, I hate it!"

Zhang Dakeng worried: "It's a good idea, but what should the coach do if he knows?"

Ximen Ritian roared: "Stupid! Just don't let the coach know. That kid is blind. He ate the wrong food and went to the wrong place, but he can still blame me. And he probably wouldn't be too embarrassed to say such a shameful thing. Haha Haha..., he will definitely suffer this loss."

"Dan Hanyi, damn it, you are so smart!" Ximen Ritian couldn't help but praise.

Dan Hanyi suddenly covered his face, and smiled shyly: "Oh, Ximen, you know, he has always been very smart~~"

Ximen Ritian was speechless, speechless, speechless...

"That's a good idea!" the generals praised.

"I'm going with Dan Hanyi, is there anyone else?"

Dongfang Buyu hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his hand, "Count me in!"

Zhang Dakeng shook his head helplessly, slowly raised his muddy hand, and whispered, "I'll go too!"

Ximen Ritian smiled angrily: "That's right, he's a good brother!"

"Yushu, the journey is exhausting, so you should eat some food." Zhao Yifeng picked up the bowl on the table and handed it to Jiang Yushu, "Food is in short supply, so you should take care of it."

Stretching out his hands to fumble for the steamed buns in the bowl, he couldn't help sighing, "I'm not hungry yet, keep it."

"It's okay if you don't eat, you have worked hard all the way." Zhao Yifeng looked at him affectionately, and after being separated for more than a month, he became more and more clear, probably because he was tired from the journey and did not have enough rest.

"It's okay." I slowed down and could only comfort him with a letter. I couldn't help feeling a little guilty, "If I had come earlier, Baiyi City wouldn't be in such a crisis."

"Where is Yushu talking? I am useless and can't manage Baiyi City well."

I heard him call 'Yushu' once before, and later he called himself by his elegant name 'Qingyu', but he didn't know that the name of Qingya was full of true feelings.

Listening to this intimate call at this moment, there is an extra feeling as if it was a lifetime away. A certain place in my heart is more eager to call my real name, rather than those cold nicknames...

Looking at the sky outside, Zhao Yifeng said with concern: "Yushu should go to bed earlier. My tent is big enough for two people to squeeze in."

Jiang Yushu's face flushed red, "Uh... um... don't have many tents? I... I want to squeeze with Yi Ya." There are many needle marks on his body, and he might scare him. Looking at him, now that Baiyi City is short of food, lodging and food, I'm afraid it will distract him even more.

Realizing the change in Jiang Yushu's demeanor, Zhao Yifeng coughed dryly, covered his expression, and apologized: "Yes, there is, but it's almost..."

"It's okay, since Jiang came here, he must be fully prepared."

Unable to resist his insistence, Zhao Yifeng waved his hand and signaled the soldiers to make arrangements.

Yu Xiao moved.

The night in September was chilly, and the moment he walked out of the tent, Zhao Yifeng shivered from the coolness coming from the pavement. Looking back at the people behind him, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart: Come to this city, the days to come Maybe it will be more painful...

"Yushu, you agreed to wait for me to go back, why did you miss the appointment?" He stretched out his hand to put the cloak on him, and tightened the neckline for him.

His clothes fluttered with the wind, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked into the distance indifferently, his standing posture was like a spring flower standing proudly in the wind.

"Jiang makes a living out of music, and it's rare to meet a bosom friend. Without you to come and play the zither, how lonely it would be."

He said it very calmly, but Zhao Yifeng could hear the deep desolation.That sentence suddenly came to mind——

High mountains and flowing water, zither and Xiao ensemble, smiling proudly in the rivers and lakes.

Yes, when the sky is subdued, everything will be stable, and I will throw off all shackles, and laugh proudly with you.

"Yushu, I..." I was at a loss for words for a while, but I couldn't find a powerful explanation.

"Zhao Yifeng, can you tell us about the recent situation in Baiyi City. Since Jiang is here, he must do something for Baiyi City." He stood behind him calmly, but the arrogance in his words could not be ignored.

Zhao Yifeng smiled slightly: "I am willing to help." Holding the jade flute in his hand, he led him and walked slowly towards the towering tower.

Listen to the swaying of the flags, listen to the wind quietly walking by your ears, listen to the laughter under the lights of thousands of houses, listen to the chirping of vultures circling high, and listen to Zhao Yifeng talking about Baiyi City one by one...

The moon was hanging high, and Qinghui sprinkled down one by one, covering the two teenagers with gauze.

Two lonely teenagers are talking about the past in the city tower, telling the story of Baiyi.

One in white clothes is flamboyant and arrogant, the other in black clothes is cold and proud and dignified. The two stand side by side, looking at the lights of thousands of houses in the distance.

The picture is frozen, and it is not an exaggeration to point out the country!