Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Yunzhou City has been called Yunzhong since ancient times. During the Warring States Period, King Zhao Wuling rode and shot in Hu clothes, and expanded the border to the north. When the border reached Hetao, Yunzhong City was born.

Throughout the dynasties, Yunzhong and Yanmen were both important towns for stationing troops on the frontier.

The Shuofang army did not enter Yingcheng, but has been stationed in Yunzhou for the past few years, sticking to the northernmost tip of the territory, confronting Xixia and Liao people all the year round, and gradually blending with the people of Yunzhou city defenders.

The border town is crowded with people, and it is the easiest to sneak into various spies.The guards at the city gate were checking the documents and guides one by one. When they saw a carriage slowly approaching, they reached out to stop it: "Where did you come from? Name, what are you doing in Yunzhou?"

"Bianliang is here."

Jing Jian had made arrangements early, and politely took out the directions of everyone: "I have an appointment with an old friend, and I come to Yunzhou to visit my old friend."

The defender frowned, and looked up at the dusty convoy carefully.

In recent years, there have been frequent wars in northern Xinjiang, and fewer people dare to come to Yunzhou.There are also people from central Beijing, and nine out of ten are merchants and horse dealers who dump goods from both places.

Wealth and wealth are sought in insurance, the more chaotic the world is, the more lucrative this profit will be.Therefore, even at the risk of getting involved in the war and dying, someone will always do it.

I came all the way from the comfortable capital to visit relatives and friends, but it was the first time I saw her.

The defenders recognized his Bianliang accent, carefully checked the road guides, and checked one by one: "The chaos is like this. Anyone who has a way is going to the capital. You have come here from a long distance. Why are friends so important?"

Jing remonstrated: "Friends of life and death."

The defender was taken aback, held a stack of road guides and looked up at him.

Jing Jian suppressed the thoughts in his heart, bowed his head calmly and said: "If it is approved, please work hard and quote the road..."

The major general said that he wanted to enter the city in disguise, so he couldn't arouse suspicion, and he couldn't make people recognize his original identity.If anyone is caught out, they have to run around Yunzhou City for ten full laps.

Now Shuofang army can be seen everywhere in Yunzhou city, Jing Jian has been away from the army for several years, the possibility of being recognized is relatively small.

Dao Scar and the others left at the beginning of winter last year, and when they came back at this time, even if they deliberately disguised themselves, if they were caught and interrogated one by one, they would not be able to avoid revealing their secrets.

Jing Jian restrained the guards of the city gate, and without a trace, blocked the convoy attendants behind him.

"Look at you, you are gentle and gentle. You don't look like a Jianghu person or a soldier. You look like a teacher."

The defender took Lu Yin to use his seal, and asked casually, "Why do you still have a life-and-death friendship with someone?"

Jing Jian was helpless, and smiled: "Mr. Teacher can't join the army?"

"You also served in the army?"

The guard was a little surprised, raised his head, and looked him up and down carefully: "Is someone a teacher?"

Jing Jian shook his head: "The one who raises rabbits."

"It turned out to be the guy who cooks."

The defender laughed, but immediately turned serious, and patted him on the shoulder: "A kitchen knife is also a knife, and it's a good job to have been in the army. If you come to Yunzhou City, you can count yourself as one of your own."

Day after day, they carried Xixia's cavalry to their death. Yunzhou City and the Shuofang Army had been connected together for a long time. When the teenagers grew up, they joined the army. The veterans who couldn't carry guns or fight battles retreated. The people in the city lived a happy life. No matter how tight the situation is, they will try to raise money to support them.

The border town riddled with holes, the Tiejun army riddled with scars, broken bones and tendons, no matter how hard it is to distinguish them clearly.

The defender pressed Jing Jian's shoulder hard, stopped asking, and looked at Xiao Shuo who was leading the dark horse: "He is so young, has he ever been in the army?"

"It's the young master of my family, and he is now serving in the imperial army in Beijing."

Jing Jian was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "This time I came to Yunzhou City to fulfill the promise for my father and to pick up my old friend back to his hometown."

The defender was startled, and then glanced at Xiao Shuo again.

"it is good."

The guard smiled and said, "Shuofang Army has been completely forgotten all these years... If anyone can call him back, he will live a peaceful and happy life and be lucky for eight lifetimes."

The defenders bowed their hands towards Xiao Shuo, their eyes stopped on the two horses, one black and one white, and they refused to look away.

No one in the army does not love horses, war horses are life, and it is clear from the first glance that these two horses are Dawan's fine breeds that are hard to change.

The Shuofang army has been guarding for these years, and the most meticulous rearing is the war horse. The clear water and fodder are tight on the horse first, but there is still a big hole missing.Even for ordinary Mongolian horses, the cavalry battalion scavenged from top to bottom, but there were only three or five horses for each.

Today's acting prefect doesn't care about everything, he only wants to transfer back to the capital all day long, and leave this bitter cold place far away.There are barely a few households in the city who run merchants outside, and have pooled money to buy horses two or three times, but after all, they are just a drop in the bucket.

The defender suppressed the envy in his heart, sighed, and handed Lu Yin back: "Is there a family member in the car?"

"Yes." Jing Jian was afraid that he would ask this question, so he pinched his palms in a cold sweat, "The journey is long, and the environment is not acclimatized..."

"Inevitably, in this bitter cold place, I was sick for three months when I first came here."

The garrison smiled: "It is best to count the number of inns in the city. Don't be intimidated by the name. If you are not short of money, go there and rest there, so that you can live for a few days."

Seeing that he didn't question him carefully, Jing Jian's hanging heart finally dropped a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "How can you call it not returning to the building?"

"The innkeeper's surname is Hu, and his name is Hu Tu. When Taishou Yan was here, he was the master of staff under the tent of Taishou Yan."

At this time, no one entered the city, and the defenders were not in a hurry to investigate, so they simply said a few more words: "Later, Taishou Yan also left...the only old person in Yunzhou City left is Mr. Hu."

"The acting prefect didn't need him, so he used all his savings to open an inn, and [-]% of the money he earned was used to support the Shuofang army."

"When hanging the plaque, we also advised him not to use such an unlucky name, it's weird, but he just wouldn't listen."

The guard said: "We have to try to help and explain a few more words to the travelers. Fortunately, the inn is indeed well-organized. After a long time, there are some people who are not shy and willing to stay."

Jing Jian turned his head, met Xiao Shuo's gaze, nodded without any trace, and thanked the defenders: "Thank you for your guidance."

The defenders waved their hands, moved away the roadblock, and signaled them to enter the city as soon as possible.

The convoy walked slowly towards the city gate, halfway there, the defender suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Jing Jian's heart hangs slightly, he stops and asks, "What else is there?"

"You come from the capital."

The defender paused for a moment, exhaled in a low voice, and asked again: "Have you heard...the whereabouts of General Yun?"

Jing Jian was slightly taken aback.

The border town is far away, and there have been few business contacts with the capital in the past few years. The mountains are high and the water is deep, and the news is even more difficult than in the past.

The defenders also know that this matter should not be asked lightly, but it is rare to meet someone from the capital, and he has been in the army, so he couldn't help it anymore: "General Yun, the one who followed Prince Duan back then was about the same age as your young master."

The guard gritted his teeth, and quickly said in a low voice: "He is a first-class loyal, not a traitor, but someone who framed him. We heard last time that General Yun was arrested in Beijing..."

"It has been checked."

Jing Jian suppressed the thoughts in his chest, and said slowly: "The emperor issued a decree, and the past crimes will be forgiven."

The guard's eyes lit up suddenly: "Really?!"

Jing Jian nodded.

"It's that little general in white robe and silver armor, extremely handsome and powerful."

The guard asked: "Is it someone else? Is your news accurate? Did you hear the edict read?"

"Yes."

Jing Jian said: "General Yunlang, Yunhui, has been reinstated."

The defender stared at him closely, confirming that Jing Jian was not talking nonsense, his chest rose and fell a few times, and he raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously.

"Okay... okay."

The defenders couldn't hold back their joy, and walked back and forth quickly for a few steps, almost wanting to throw down the city gate and go back to report, but held back: "You are waiting in the building of Bugui, I have a rest on duty, so I will invite you to drink."

Jing Jian was speechless, and raised his hand to salute him.

The defenders were still blushing at the good news from the sky, but they couldn't leave their posts without permission, and went around a few times anxiously, just in time to see a young man entering the city with a medicine basket on his back, and grabbed him: "Bai Ling, go back quickly!" I told Mr. Bugui that General Yun has exonerated the Emperor now! He may come back at some point..."

"Who is General Yun?"

The boy was only eight or nine years old, but he already looked very mature. He coldly withdrew his arms and flattened his clothes: "No one will come back. It's not good here. They won't come back when they leave."

"Nonsense!" The defender slapped him on the head. "General Yun was afraid of hurting us a few years ago. If he could come back, he would definitely come back to find us! No one in the world will come, but he will come back."

Bai Ling frowned, raised his head and asked, "Is Yunzhou City his home?"

The guard was taken aback for a moment, then paused: "That's not true."

"Is there anything he wants in Yunzhou City?"

Bai Ling asked: "Fame and fortune, gold, silver and treasure..."

"You kid—"

The defenders were angry for a while: "How could General Yun want these!"

Bai Ling said coldly: "Then why did he come back?"

The defender never thought about this, he only knew that Yunlang would definitely return to Yunzhou City, and now he asked this precocious boy to question him again and again, but he couldn't answer for a while, and stood there tongue-tied.

Seeing that he was silent, Bai Ling didn't speak anymore, and didn't even look at Jing Jian, and walked into the city gate with a medicine basket on his back.

The defenders came back to their senses, and if they wanted to call someone again, they were gone.

The convoy had advanced into the city, and it was heading towards the Tower of Bugui. Jing Jian was still standing by the city gate, and his eyes fell on the young man.

The defender looked over and apologized to him with a wry smile: "Sir, don't blame... this kid has no parents since he was a child, and he has a weird temper. He didn't mean to offend."

"General Yun didn't come back all these years because he didn't want to hurt us, how could we not know?"

The defenders whispered: "At the beginning when Prince Duan was gone, General Yun asked someone to frame him for crimes, and the people from Beijing went through the sieve in Yunzhou City, trying to catch people for crimes... I don't know who spread the word first, saying These people who were arrested were all implicated by General Yun, we didn’t know right from wrong, and we also felt resentment in our hearts.”

Jing Jian's throat was astringent, and he remained silent for a long time before he said, "How did you figure it out later?"

"All the people who can be implicated by General Yun are all implicated."

The guard said: "One of these people ran away, and he was the original guarding general of Yingcheng."

Someone entered the city again, and the defenders went over to check the guides, marked them and handed them back: "So these people started arresting people again under the pretext of hunting down this general."

The garrison's face showed a bit of blankness: "It was only then that we realized that Mr. Hu was right. These people were just trying to catch people... As for what reason they were looking for, they were just grabbing one at random and pulling it over to make a big banner."

Jing Jian had already been escorted to the capital for interrogation at that time, he didn't know that Yunzhou City would still be in such a mess after that, he felt chills in his heart: "Won't the capture of Yunzhou City be empty?"

The defender stood there for a moment, then pointed at the barricade.

Jing Jian frowned and took a closer look, only to see an inconspicuous dark mark on the old wooden barricade.

"One day, General Yun came back suddenly, without riding a horse, and took a wolf's head knife."

The guard said: "At that time we...we still had resentment in our hearts, so we pretended not to see, and didn't remove the roadblock."

"General Yun called the door three times, then stopped. He smiled and leaned against the roadblock to rest for a while."

The defender whispered: "We finally couldn't take it anymore. When we were going to remove the roadblock, the people from the Privy Council came to arrest people again...we begged him to come in."

"So many people have died, so many people have disappeared, we only have this old man left, and we can't take care of anything, just want to keep him desperately."

"Mr. Hu also heard the news, scolded us severely, and rushed to invite him."

The defender was silent for a long time, and said softly: "But he refused to come in."

Jing Jian's chest sank heavily, and he looked up at the defenders.

"He leaned against the roadblock, held the wolf's head knife, and guarded the city gate. No one dared to approach."

The guard said: "The confrontation lasted for two hours, and the sky was completely dark. Finally, the members of the Privy Council couldn't stand it any longer. They retreated timidly and never came back."

"Mr. Hu urged us to hurry up and help General Yun enter the city. When we passed, we realized that the roadblock was soaked in blood. Although General Yun was still standing, he had already lost consciousness."

Jing Jian was speechless, and looked away, looking at the old bloodstains on the roadblock.

The young general frightened Xiao Xiao, who had ulterior motives, and fell down in the night with a stiff and cold figure, without a sound, and fell between several pairs of arms that have been stretched out in a hurry.

He can't even bleed any more, and he has never blamed Yunzhou City for his resentment. This resentment is far inferior to his self-blame. He wants to pay for his life, but one life is not enough anyway. .

There are too many people who need him to protect, and the things he needs to do are one after another, and he is not allowed to die.

Not even death.

Not even death.

Jing Jian never knew this, his throat seemed to have swallowed ten catties of cold sand, and it was extremely astringent: "What happened next?"

"Later, Mr. Hu took General Yun to the Building of Bugui, trying to recuperate his injuries... General Yun sneaked away as soon as he was able to get up."

The guard said in a low voice: "When he fell in front of the city gate, he said a name. We wonder if General Yun is looking for that person..."

Jing Jian asked, "Who?"

"You tell me first, General Yun really gave him a pardon?"

The guard said these words to him without knowing it, and suddenly woke up, staring at Jing Jian vigilantly: "Could it be that the people from the Privy Council came to talk again..."

Jing Jian was helpless, took out an iron plate and handed it to the defenders.

"Dragon Camp?!"

The defender took it over and took a look, then widened his eyes: "Are you cooking for Longying?"

"..." Jing Jian nodded, "Yes."

Jing Jian asked, "Who was the Major General looking for at that time?"

The guards were not very familiar with this name, so they thought about it for a while and said, "...Xiao Shuo."

Five years ago, in front of the gate of Yunzhou City, the young general exhausted his last bit of strength.When I fell down, I woke up for a short time, trying to reach out to hold the cold moonlight.

"Xiao Shuo."

Yun Lang clenched the moon tightly, and stuffed it into his bosom drowsily: "Xiao Shuo."

The bright moon should not be human, and the bright moon does not warm up.

Exhausted, Yun Lang let go of his empty palm and closed his eyes.

……

Not returning downstairs, the carriage stopped slowly.

Five years passed quickly, and Yunzhou City no longer returned to its original turmoil and chaos.Even though there were foreign enemies attacking and harassing, because General Yun was soaked in blood and defended the city alone for two hours, the capital was so frightened that he did not dare to come and stir up trouble from behind.

Back then, the desolate inn was quite grand, only the words "Buguilou" on the plaque are still mottled.

Xiao Er has good eyesight, greeted him from afar with a smile, loudly announced the special dishes of the shop, and greeted the guests: "Please, the guest is far away, just take a rest at home..."

Xiao Shuo ordered his soldiers to fix the horses, went back to the carriage, and raised the curtain.

Yun Lang embraced the warm hare, buried himself in the thick fur to sleep, opened his eyes from the light touch between his brows and eyelashes, and smiled at Xiao Shuo.

Xiao Shuo stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Yun Lang's palm.