When the storm took the script

The crossbow bolt broke through the airflow, and the force of the crossbow piercing through the air seemed to be able to burn all obstacles with raging fire. Under the inconceivable and excited eyes of everyone on the city wall, it actually penetrated the high wall and directly penetrated the bull's-eye, and flew nearly [-] meters away. The distance just landed.

Everyone turned their astonished gazes to Mr. Wen, who had manufactured countless types of weapons for the Firearms Battalion in less than three years after taking office.

Wen Jingxing nodded slightly at them, his expression unchanged. Regarding this trial of crossbow arrows, he made records and revisions in terms of accuracy and lethality. He had no sense of time when he was busy, and it was already late at night when he put down his work.

"Jiu'an, give me a pinch..."

After calling twice, I realized that Jiu'an had been at the border for more than two years, and there was still one month left, so it would be three years.

In the past, no matter how late he was busy, Jiu'an would always be by his side to help him squeeze his shoulders and beat his back to relieve his fatigue. When looking at beauties under the lamp, Wen Jingxing would always put people on the table in a fascinated way, doing mischief, and occasionally If the blueprint is dirty, I will ask Jiu'an to copy it for the master.

Sometimes he was really tired, and Jiu An didn't know where he learned it from, so he hid under the table and knelt down to serve him with his mouth.

After every time, Jiu'an would be forced to reflect on himself in Wen Jingxing's ear, reflecting on his seductive culprit, his ears would turn red when he said it, but next time he would dare to do it again.

Even if you are punished, you can't be happy.

Wen Jingxing drank a cup of herbal tea to suppress the desire that surged up in his abdomen. Jiu'an had a great influence on him, not only Zhongliyuan, Hou's Mansion, but no matter what he saw in every corner of the capital, he would involuntarily think of Jiu'an.

Jiu An is a natural general, Yan Qinghuan can't teach him much at all, and she has only a half-knowledge of many books, so she silently gave all the art of war to Wen Jingxing.

At first Wen Jingxing was able to teach Jiu An, but later he found that this man's military talent far surpassed him, and within half a month, he had nothing to teach.

Wen Jingxing knew that Jiu'an was a dusty jade in the rough, but he didn't expect that after polishing his appearance, he would be a unparalleled treasure in the world.

He was pleasantly surprised and proud, but also felt guilty for delaying my gifted child. He looked for teachers and professors everywhere for him, but he resigned on the grounds of "nothing to teach" within two months at most.

Helpless, Wen Jingxing could only visit Xiao Zhenheng, the old general who had always been at odds with the Zhongyonghoufu. At first, the Xiao family treated him with courtesy, but he went too many times. Began to find all kinds of reasons behind closed doors.

Wen Jingxing didn't rush to make trouble either, he spent a few days pondering out a few pictures of weapons and sent them over as a stepping stone, and was recommended by Xiao Zhenheng to join the Firearms Camp, and Jiu An was also accepted as a disciple by Xiao Zhenheng as an exception.

One year later, the time point given by the system was not much different. The Xiongnu repeatedly invaded the border of Daxing. Now His Majesty changed his previous peace policy and sent Xiao Zhenheng to attack the Xiongnu.

Wen Jiu'an was also among hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and went to the border to fight against the enemy together under the imperial decree.

It was Xiaohan that day, and Wen Jingxing was alone among the family members who saw him off. No one knew that he was the second son of the Hou Mansion, the commander of the Firearms Battalion. Half a month ago, because of the trial of the artillery, the gun was struck by lightning, which caused a lot of controversy. Behind the gods.

Most of the people who saw him off were wives, children or old people. Wen Jingxing stood out from the crowd no matter how plain his attire was. Jiu An found him from a distance, rushed straight over and threw himself into his arms, so startled that the subordinates almost lost their eyes .

This...is this still the unsmiling Captain Wen?

Should be brothers, right?I really didn't expect the captain to look stern and stern on the surface, but he turned out to be like this to his brother in private, tsk tsk, what is this called?Can't judge people by their appearance?

Wen Jingxing hugged him and stood silently for a while, as if he had a lot to say, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he had said it many times yesterday.

The emotion of parting spread among the crowd. Many nine-foot men hugged their wives and children and cried out. Jiu'an has become more and more delicate this year, and his eyes are red from time to time, as if he was holding on to the tears accumulated when he was young. Some people rushed out of their brains.

Wen Jingxing didn't even need to look to know that this man was crying again.

He took Jiu'an's hand, tried his best to restrain the desire to take him away, warmed his hands in his arms, rubbed his hair, earlobe, and neck, and finally lifted his chin gently , and dropped a kiss on his lips.

I wanted him to return as soon as possible, but I was afraid that he would go all out for his military exploits. In the end, thousands of words were merged into one sentence: "Return safely".

One month after Jiu'an left, the second wife of the Zhongyong Hou Mansion passed away due to a serious illness. Many married women suggested Wen Jingxing, but when the threshold of the Hou Mansion was about to be broken, Wen Jingxing said Three years of mourning for his beloved wife.

No woman of the right age is willing to spend three years in vain for a marriage that she refuses to even promise, and gradually no one will come to her door.

Mrs. Hou cried in Wen Jingxing's ear for half a month. Wen Jingxing had no choice but to play a trick and asked Master Hou to whip him, which made Mrs. Hou feel distressed again. It happened that Brother Wen gave birth to a son and succeeded. After diverting his attention, Wen Jingxing heaved a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, I don't know whether Mrs. Hou resigned to her fate or was too lazy to take care of it. She just dangled like this for nearly three years of quiet life.

In the past two years, Wen Jingxing has lived more than social animals, working overtime for free from [-] to [-] from time to time, but as batches of new weapons are sent to the battlefield, and after that, he feels nothing. , if he takes Jiu'an's safety as wages, he can work until retirement without any complaints.

Occasionally, he would have free time, and when he was free, he would carve some trinkets for Jiu An and send them along with the letter from home.

Even though Jiu An has made countless contributions on the battlefield and has been promoted from a school lieutenant to a senior general, he is still a master in every sentence in the letter.

Just like the obedient puppy who was tired of begging for candy in his arms back then.

He doesn't like writing articles, and he has to think for a long time about the choice of words and sentences every time, for fear that which word or word has ambiguity will be caught by someone and cause trouble.

The family letter to Jiu'an has no such concerns. Now, with Jiu'an's current status, whether it is receiving or sending letters, they will be interrogated, so they don't talk about politics or military affairs, and they can talk about some ordinary things with gusto .

He said that he picked up a little yellow dog on the way to court and named it Xiaojiu; he said that Mrs. Hou's heart became a little more active after hearing that Brother Wen had a child, so she gave him a lot of portraits of women, but they were all rejected. He used it as firewood, and while he was talking, he got off topic and talked about what to do if he had a child in the future, what name he would have, and he wrote several pages about the name.

Jiu'an once taught him the code words of the shadow guards for a while, and he used code words to convey some explicit love words because he was worried that being seen would make Jiu'an shy.

Wen Jingxing originally wanted to tease him, but he didn't expect Jiu'an to reply to him more boldly and attractively, and even used his rough painting skills to draw them one by one.

He said that he wanted to have a good time with his master in the hot spring pool, he wanted to hug his master to watch the stars in the sky, he wanted to be on the swing under the plane tree, and the master hugged him so that he could not speak, and he wanted to be serious about making pictures with his master Shi Shi knelt under the book case to relieve the fatigue of the master...

Lieutenant General Wen's painting skills are almost inversely proportional to his ability to lead troops in battle, but Wen Jingxing just looked at these stick figures hard, he took Jiu'an's past letters and looked through all of them, staring at the stick figures hanging on the tent. Two chickens, bah, mandarin ducks, no sleepiness at all.

Wen Jingxing pushed open the window, it snowed all night in the capital, and the weather was getting colder and colder, as if it was the same weather when he and Jiu An met.

As soon as he opened his eyes, his Jiu'an knelt there like a pitiful little boy.

His appearance was young, but his back was still straight after all the insults, like a green bamboo standing in the steep winter, and now, it has grown into a towering tree where he can't see.

He really missed Jiu'an too much.

Too much, too much...

On the second day, Wen Jingxing yawned and sat in the official sedan chair and hurried to the palace to attend the morning court.

According to the usual practice in the morning, the group of people from the two factions that he can't figure out had a quarrel. He lowered his head and held the white jade wat board in his hand and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

He didn't hear what the emperor said above, his mind had already gone to the snowy Mobei and Jiu'an rolled together.

After realizing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, he raised his head and looked around absent-mindedly, only to find that the surrounding ministers were all staring at him.

Although the current sage is a wise king, it doesn't mean that he will always have a good temper, and won't pick off his head just because he gets up angry and distracts his subjects.

Wen Jingxing hastily knelt down and apologized.

The emperor smiled and asked, "Wen Aiqing is unwilling?"

What would you like?Wen Jingxing was in a daze, he was almost so sleepy just now, how could he hear what task the emperor gave him.

It's fine if he was caught and deserted on the spot, if he asks like a second idiot again, I'm afraid he really doesn't want his life.Wen Jingxing reckoned that it was the firearms camp, anyway, he knew nothing else, and the emperor knew it well, so he received an order to thank him.

In the next court, Lord Hou stopped him, first reprimanded him for being distracted during the court, and then said: "The year is approaching, this time His Majesty allocated a million taels of silver to reward the border guards, you must be careful in everything—"

The listless Wen Jingxing grabbed his father's arm with green light in his eyes: "Reward the border? Mobei? Who will go? This is what His Majesty asked me to do just now? Can I go to see Jiu'an?"

Master Hou pulled him aside and said in a low voice, "Keep your voice down, it's a shame."

It's a shame to be ashamed. After three years, I can finally see my wife! ! !Ahhhhh!

Wen Jingxing waited until he reached Zhongliyuan, he howled several times at the sky when he felt that there was no one left, so scared that Dahuang at the door thought his master had gone crazy, and locked his neck in the kennel, not daring to move.

After everything was arranged, Wen Jingxing and another adult set foot on the road to the border.

Approaching Mobei, Wen Jingxing couldn't bear the slow pace of the large army anymore, he made An Qi disguise into his appearance, and left [-]% of the shadow guards guarding the large army, riding a horse one step ahead in the middle of the night.

The remaining five days of the journey were abruptly shortened to two days, and when he finally saw the people outside the Great Wall, Wen Jingxing's horse also collapsed from exhaustion, he stroked the horse's head, and handed him over to the shadow guards to take care of him.

Walking on the street with a unique style outside the Great Wall, thinking that this was the place where Jiu'an had stayed for almost three years, suddenly he was not so anxious. He walked slowly, strolled, feeling the local customs and customs here.

He sat down in the teahouse and drank a cup of tea. Outside, a beautiful girl whipped You Shang, scolded you boldly and passionately in dialect, and then said in Chinese word by word: If you want to marry, marry Wen Xiao A hero like a general.

In a trance, the Hong Ni of that night and the crowd of onlookers corresponded to the current situation one by one.

It's just that the young man who was going to fetch the lamp for him that day was gone, if this person suddenly appeared, there would be no need for red makeup, just such a promise...

Yes.

Wen Jingxing also laughed, not only you want to marry, but I also want to.

He drank a cup of tea until dusk, and here he heard many things that Jiu An had never told him.

Let’s talk about how this young general led his troops like a god. When he first put on his battle robe, he led less than [-] cavalry into the Huns’ camp with only one courage. He took the lead and killed the Huns.

After that, he became even more like a ghost, chasing and killing the Xiongnu for more than 200 miles many times. He took off the head of the general of the Xiongnu in the middle of the night, and burned the grassland to a clean slate.

He also said that now the Huns regard Daxing soldiers as ferocious tigers and beasts, all of them huddled in corners like little white rabbits, all thanks to General Wen.

Another said, when the final battle is won, he will no longer be a small general, but a great general hahaha!

It is already dusk, and the setting sun is like blood.

The wind in Mobei mixed with snow blew on Wen Jingxing's face, and the turbulent waves in his heart that had been suppressed could no longer be suppressed when they reached the barracks.

The guards guarding the city stopped him.

This little soldier is not yet seventeen, his face is red from the cold, Wen Jingxing has already sketched his appearance in his mind before seeing Jiuan, if his alluring appearance is really as good as these two plateau reds ...

He really can't promise not to laugh.

Wen Jingxing showed the signboard, and after verifying his identity, he was quickly welcomed in.

The news spread quickly, I heard that it was from the imperial court, several generals rushed out to greet him, Wen Jingxing said a few words about the scene, and was anxious to see Jiu'an.

"General Wen...I'm afraid I can't see you now."

"Why?" Wen Jingxing felt ominous when he saw the expressions on the faces of these two people, and his mind exploded, "But he is busy with the military right now, it's okay, I can wait."

"Isn't that..." Yuan Xiong, the personal guard next to Old General Xiao, who is also the only one here who knows about Wen Jingxing's relationship with Vice General Wen, pulled him aside and said, "I heard that Vice General Hexi was attacked by the enemy in the Battle of Hexi the day before yesterday. We led only [-] brave cavalry into the Huns' camp, and although we won by a narrow margin, we were seriously injured and have not woken up to this day."

Wen Jingxing froze on the spot, bent his knees, if Yuan Xiong hadn't supported him, he would have knelt down.

Jiu'an always reported good news but not bad news, and never mentioned the situation of the battle in his letters. Wen Jingxing saw with his own eyes that he went from crooked and bad handwriting to the current good handwriting with iron and silver hooks.

What's ridiculous is that he, who had died on the battlefield, was dazzled by Jiu'an's gentle words, forgetting the cruelty of the battlefield.

Yuan Xiong frowned tightly: "General Xiao told him thousands of times before leaving that he should not be careless and that the poor should not chase after him. This man just didn't listen. Although the battlefield needs brave and skilled fighters like him, Daxing has already won the battle." It's a certainty, and I don't know why he is so reckless."

Wen Jingxing naturally knew, he said in his last letter from home that he dreamed that he met Jiu'an on New Year's Eve...

Why desperately, this fool is just trying to make his wife's dream come true...

Wen Jingxing had already lost his blood color, and he looked as if he had been frozen in the ice and snow all night, Yuan Xiong didn't dare to let go of him, for fear that he would be planted in the snow if he was hit too hard.

"Take me to see him."

Wen Jingxing grabbed Yuan Xiong's arm with his last strength and said in a hoarse voice.

Wen Jingxing followed Yuan Xiong into a certain military tent in a daze, and before entering, he smelled the pungent smell of medicine and blood, and he opened it.

Lying on the bed was a man whose face was as white as paper. He seemed to be taller and thinner than before he left. Except for the bones, there was only a layer of skin stuck to it.

His upper body was naked, most of his chest was wrapped in bandages, and blood was oozing out. Originally, this person had suffered enough in the first half of his life, and had enough injuries of all kinds, but at this time, he had suffered a lot. , Wen Jingxing stared at it stubbornly, but couldn't find a good piece of meat for a while.

When did you receive it?How many times in the past three years has he been on the verge of such a death.

Maybe it was when he was writing Mobei Style, or when he said that he dreamed of cloud and rain with his master last night, or when he was thinking of a name for his daughter with great interest.

What I thought was a warm and cozy feeling, piles of letters, three years of indescribable thoughts and feelings turned into a sword and pierced Wen Jingxing's heart, leaving countless bloody wounds.

In the short distance of five steps, Wen Jingxing thought about it countless times, what is the matter with him in Daxing Haiyan River clearance, whether he is a general or not has nothing to do with him, would it be much better if he took Jiu'an to travel around the capital than it is now?They may already have children, it doesn't matter if they are male or female, anyway, it is Jiuan, and he will spoil them for the rest of their lives.

But these assumptions are now meaningless.

Ruo Jiuan is dead...

When Wen Jingxing stood in front of the bed, his eyes were already blurred by tears, his spine seemed to be pulled out suddenly, his chest heaved violently a few times, his knees slowly bent until they touched the ground, he wanted to touch the person on the bed, but Not daring again, he gritted his teeth and took a few breaths, only to find that he couldn't say a word.

The military doctor who was sitting beside him feeding the medicine was terrified. He didn't know this person, but judging by his appearance, he must be a relative of Vice General Wen.

He wanted to help the man up, but the man slowly struggled away, kneeling on the ground in such a mess, clutching the quilt tightly, his eyes seemed to be fixed on Vice General Wen.

He called out: "Jiuan..."

The strong friendship hidden in it moved even the military doctors who were used to seeing life and death.

After calling several times, the person on the bed still did not respond.

Wen Jingxing had recovered a little bit from the severe blow, he turned his head to the military doctor and said slowly: "Let me do it."

The military doctor saw Yuan Xiong behind him, and after getting the instruction, he handed over the thick medicinal soup in his hand.

Before he got close, an unpleasant smell rushed into his nostrils.

Wen Jingxing took out a pack of candied fruit and various candies from the skirt.

He always spared no effort to let his Jiu'an taste the sweetness of the world, from taking medicine to being afraid of his pain during sex. Even before leaving, he put all kinds of medicines in the salute. Pack candied fruit.

I'm afraid he won't be able to buy anything after eating, so there are always sweets in the bunch of trinkets sent with the letter home.

But at this time Jiu An was in a coma, Wen Jingxing took one in his mouth, he always felt sweet and greasy, but now he only felt bitter.

He picked up the spoon and handed it to Jiu'an's mouth with shaking hands. The lying man clenched his teeth. Not only could he not feed it, but it spilled on his face and flowed down his jaw into his neck.

Wen Jingxing seemed to have done something wrong, and died in a hurry for him. After several attempts, he put the medicine bowl back on the table, and said weakly, "When will he wake up?"

"I heard that Lieutenant General hurt his heart..." The military doctor frowned and said in difficulty, "Maybe he won't be able to wake up, so he can only hang himself with this ginseng soup."

Wen Jingxing: "Will he die?"

The military doctor glanced at the person on the bed, and pretended to think about it: "Maybe, maybe not?"

Wen Jingxing gritted his teeth and asked again: "Will you die?"

The military doctor seemed to have sensed the despair in his tone, vented some sympathy, and changed his words: "If you hang your life with high-quality medicinal materials every day, there is still a chance of life."

Wen Jingxing didn't want to think too much, and repeated over and over: "It's fine if you don't know it."

The military doctor couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "May I ask if you belong to Lieutenant General Wen? Brother?"

"No." Wen Jingxing said, "I am his wife, take him home."

The military doctor was surprised, Vice General Wen was always cold and reticent, and he only had a drink after a certain victory. Under the bonfire, the chill like a sharp knife faded away, and he listened to the soldiers chatting gently with gentle brows.

The rewards from the imperial court were quite generous, and many recruits and veterans had smiles on their brows, saying that they would give all the money to their daughter-in-law when they returned home, and buy her the most beautiful hairpin in the shop, and some said they would take it This money to marry a childhood sweetheart.

After a circle, it was Vice General Wen's turn.

No one would think that he would join this boring conversation, but this man spoke briskly and cheerfully with a rare show off in his tone.

He said that he wanted to come here to make contributions, just to marry someone back home.

At that time, countless people were guessing what kind of beauty this young general's favorite woman should be, but they didn't expect it to be a man!

The military doctor glanced at Lieutenant General Wen who was lying on the bed, he wanted to turn his mouth up but didn't dare to turn it up, it was also embarrassing for you.

The military tent was opened again, and it was Old General Xiao who came in. Seeing the scene inside, he said to Yuan Xiong and the military doctor without saying a word, "You two come with me first."

Yuan Xiong scratched his head, "Where is Brother Wen, do you want to host a banquet, at least it was sent by the imperial court... There must be some face-saving project, right?"

Xiao Zhenheng snorted, if you drag him away now, you will be drilled to death in a few days, I can't save you.

He said with something in his words: "There are people entertaining you, so you don't need to worry about it."

"That's right." Yuan Xionghong looked out of the hospital bed, "I'm not in the mood to eat after hearing that kid is so badly injured."

Xiao Zhenheng hates that iron cannot be made into steel, idiot.

There was no outsider in the tent, Wen Jingxing knelt on the ground leaning against the leg of the table, uttering all the treacherous words in his heart.

"If I had known today, I would have taken you to elope. Find any small village. I'll teach you. You can find a job by relying on your martial arts. If you don't like dealing with people, then it's not a bad idea to be a hunter. If you want to live Children, then we will have children, as many as we want..."

"Did I never tell you how I died, even on this battlefield, without you suffering so much, a bullet went straight through the heart, dead through, and I didn't react. You Does it hurt or not, if the pain is unbearable, just tell me, it’s okay if I give you a knife, and then I will go to the emperor to plead guilty, and I will be buried with you after death, okay?"

As he said that, Wen Jingxing seemed to think that death was no big deal, staring at that pale face and laughed out loud:

"Isn't it very powerful? Very powerful, dare to break into the enemy's camp alone... Powerful, I heard that the general's generation of magic soldiers is really amazing! Anyway, the three-year period has come, and I will return to Beijing after finishing this errand. , according to my mother's words, I took that Miss Chen's family, two in three years, three in five years, and use all the names you wrote to your daughter!"

Wen Jingxing had veins protruding from his hands, he wanted to grab Jiu'an but didn't dare, he squeezed the edge of the bed tightly, his strength was so strong that he almost wanted to crush the thing he was holding in his palm, he gasped for a few breaths, tears dripped down When I came down, I couldn't say a word at all.

This was not what he had in mind.

Wen Jingxing picked up the medicine again, took a sip and felt a bit cold, warmed it in his mouth for a while, leaned over and pressed Jiuan's lips tightly, pried open his teeth, and passed the bitter medicine to him. A hint of sweetness.

Feeling that Jiu An had swallowed all the concoction, Wen Jingxing wanted to back out, but was suddenly lightly touched with the tip of his tongue.

Wen Jingxing's breath stagnates.

He didn't dare to move, his pupils shrunk, fearing that this was his hallucination.

After that, I saw the eyelids of the unconscious person move tremblingly, and at the same time, the tip of his tongue was licked lightly, as if to please and to test.

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