Purple must

When Feng Qi realized it, he was already lying in the military tent.Someone walked up to him in a daze, and he felt as if he had passed away, and he called in a low voice, "Shutong..."

During his drowsiness, he sweated a lot. At this time, his whole body was soaked, and his temple hair stuck to his cheeks, and was tied into wisps of sweat.

Lu Changqing sat cross-legged beside him, silent for a while, and said: "...I am here, what do you want, do you want a drink of water?"

Feng Qi's hand was groping on the felt, Lu Changqing looked at it for a moment, and held his hand.That hand was slender and thin, cold to the bone, very different from the warmth and strength that Lu Changqing remembered when he was a child.Because the tendon in his hand was broken, Feng Qi was always a little bit exhausted, and kept repeating the movement of grasping with one hand.

When did he become so vulnerable?The man who he could only look up to in the past is now trembling in his palm.The grasping again and again was like sharp needles stabbing Lu Changqing's heart. He knew that he had always loved this man until now.

"Shutong...I..."

Lu Changqing quietly looked at his slightly squirming pale lips.

"After I... die, you... don't let them know... otherwise... the morale of the army... will be lost..." A stream of blood dripped from the corner of Feng Qi's pale mouth, and Lu Changqing wiped it off for him with a handkerchief.

"...I won't let them know." Lu Changqing said.

"Shutong, I...I'm afraid I won't have the chance to practice with you for the formation you created..." Feng Qi panted, "You...don't be sad...evacuate here as soon as possible..."

"...If I die...you don't have to feel guilty...thank you, these years...I died...for you...don't...regret..."

With a stick in his throat, Lu Changqing said with difficulty: "...Feng Qi, are you pretending to be sick again? You deliberately said these words for me..."

However, as if denying his question, Feng Qi suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.His whole body was shaking like a sieve, sweat was pouring out layer by layer, and his body, which was originally hot, became cold instead.

He must have dreamed about the night when he blocked Lu Shutong's arrow. Lu Changqing had heard Lu Shutong talk about it, and he always had a look of lingering fear.

The soldiers reported outside the account and caught three people who were watching around the camp.Lu Changqing couldn't let Feng Qi go, so he ordered the three of them to be brought in.Unexpectedly, the people who came were the old man and his two grandsons in the small courtyard.

The two children stood side by side, making it even more difficult to tell apart, even the red mole on the corner of their right eye was exactly the same.

Xie Ji glanced at Lu Changqing who was holding Feng Qi, and sat in the corner of the military tent frowning.Xie Yan ran over in a few steps, turned around and asked the old man in surprise: "Grandpa, is he the national teacher Feng Qi? Does he seem to be sick?"

The old man also walked over, looked at Feng Qi's snow-white face, and sighed: "National teacher, you will end up in such a field."

"Qinghou, the national teacher is seriously ill, let me feel his pulse."

Lu Changqing looked at the old man and asked, "Jinghou didn't make things difficult for you? Didn't they pursue the matter of Lin Zhongzheng?"

The old man laughed: "Qinghou is not a reckless person, I have been friends with Fengqi Xuanyuan's alcoholic master for a long time, and that kid Xuanyuan dare not make things difficult for me."

Lu Changqing knew that there must be something hidden in the formation in the forest, but he didn't have time to ask more questions at the moment, so he raised Feng Qi's slender wrist.

There was a knife scar across that wrist, which looked extremely hideous.

The old man felt his pulse, rolled Feng Qi's eyelids, touched his hands and feet, and wrote Zhang Fangzi.Lu Changqing looked at it carefully, and solemnly ordered to his subordinates with a fixed face.

Xie Yan frowned and stared at Feng Qi, and asked, "Grandpa, he planted a forest in front of our house, causing me to recite so many formulas?"

The old man took out a box, stared and said: "Little bastard, don't let him come and go, this man is the national teacher of Da Zhou! Your grandfather and I have only admired three people in my life, so he counts as one."

The old man took out the silver needles from the box, and pierced several acupuncture points on Feng Qi's arm.Lu Changqing was startled, and grabbed the needle with his hands.However, with Lu Changqing's high martial arts skills, he didn't even touch the old man's fingers.The needle was stuck on Feng Qi's acupuncture point, and the old man twisted the needle slowly.

This person is a hidden master.Lu Changqing was even more wary of him.However, whether it is an enemy or a friend, and the mysteries in the forest, only Feng Qi can know when he wakes up.

"Take off his clothes." The old man instructed again.

"Old man, who are you?" Lu Changqing couldn't help hiding Feng Qi behind his back.

The old man's ravine old face showed a rebellious look, and his whole temperament changed, "I told you, you don't know, have you heard of the wastelander?"

As expected, Lu Changqing had never heard of it.Xie Ji, who was watching coldly from the sidelines, said: "Every time Grandpa reveals his name in the world, people don't know about it."

"Little bastard, when your grandpa and I ruled the world, you boys weren't even born, you know what the fuck!" the wastelander scolded with his eyes wide open.He tore open Feng Qi's front lapel three times, five times and two times, and injected needles on his chest.Lu Changqing silently put his palm on Feng Qi's back, and used his internal force to help the silver needle to dredge the meridians.

After tossing like this for a while, the soldiers brought the fried medicine into the tent.When Lu Changqing took it, Huang Yuanke pinched Feng Qi's mouth open, "He won't wake up for a while, let's pour it."

Lu Changqing carefully fed a spoonful, but the medicine juice flowed out from the corner of his mouth.The wastelander ordered again: "Xie Yan, go grab a reed!"

Xie Yan was about to run out, but Lu Changqing took a mouthful of medicine, held Feng Qi's head and leaned over to feed it into his mouth.

Touching this man's lips for the first time, the defilement of the gods shook his heart, so that Lu Changqing could no longer pay attention to the people around him.Kissing Feng Qi was absolutely unimaginable in the past, but now he is weakly leaning in his arms and letting him be manipulated.Did this man become weaker, or did he become stronger?

The wasteland guest showed a strange expression, was startled, and stepped aside.Xie Yan was dumbfounded, and said for a long time: "Brother Changqing, you... are so kind to him. He is a man..."

Only Xie Ji looked as usual, and said to the barren guest: "Grandpa, I'll cook another bowl of Siwu soup, and wait for him to wake up to replenish his blood."

Lu Changqing turned a blind eye to the three people in the tent, and only concentrated on feeding the man in his arms.The man's lips were not very sweet, but this dry and cool touch filled his heart with an inexplicable emotion, sore but happy.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the tent, and the soldiers rushed to the camp to report: "I wish you to lead the troops to attack the camp!"

Jinghou occupied Guancheng, betrayed his faith and abandoned the alliance; Zhuhou attacked from behind again, and he was really hit by the enemy.Lu Changqing still fed Fengqi with medicine in his mouth. Seeing that he ignored him, the soldiers hugged a man in his arms and made a gesture of intimacy, and couldn't help being at a loss.

"Brother Changqing..." Xie Yan gently tugged at the corner of Lu Changqing's clothes.

After Lu Changqing finished feeding the last mouthful of medicine, he raised his head and said to the soldiers: "Form the formation to meet the enemy!"

He gently placed Feng Qi on the thick felt, tucked the deerskin blanket for him, picked up the bow and arrow and walked out of the shaft.

In order to avenge his revenge, Zhu Hou chased after him all the way after he entered Haojing.

Lu Changqing stood at the head of the formation, and said softly, "The enemy army is exhausted from attacking, and our army is waiting for work. It seems that Ming Song is tired of work, so I have to send him a ride!"

The archers lying in ambush on one side of the hillside already stretched their bows, staring closely at the dust billowing not far away.

Just when the flying sand and rock-moving army horse was about to break into the formation gate, a single rider suddenly galloped down the hillside, the horse raised its front hooves and neighed loudly.

"I wish Hou Mo to join the battle, and listen to me!" The rider was a woman, dressed in the clothes of a quack.

General Meng Shan of the Chu Army looked at the woman in surprise and said, "Who are you?"

Ming Song saw that Lu Changqing was waiting in front of him, knew that the surprise attack had been revealed, and seeing this woman, he hurriedly ordered the three armies to stop advancing, and whispered to Meng Shan: "This person is Ji Xiao, the younger sister of Ji Hou Xiao Huaijin, she is weird, she doesn't stay in the boudoir, On the contrary, I like women to disguise themselves as men and hang out in the rivers and lakes."

After saying that, he cupped his hands towards the hillside again, and said loudly, "Xiao Nuxia, the battle between the two armies is imminent, what do you have to say?"

Ji Xiao was sizing up Lu Changqing right away, and saw that he was silently independent in the crowd of ten thousand people, green fur and white horse, clear and bright, simple and distant, lonely and handsome without friends, he couldn't help but secretly marveled.This kind of Qinghou is completely different from the rebellious officials and thieves she imagined.

Ji Xiao responded: "His Royal Highness Zhuhou, if you fight with Qinghou, you will lose both. Now that the dog army is about to attack the city, if it is for the sake of the great Zhou Guozuo, it is better to form an alliance temporarily and jointly reject the army."

"Qinghou? Lu Changqing is a traitor who killed the king and usurped the throne!" Zhu Hou said disdainfully.

"Qinghou's crime is an internal affair of our dynasty, and now the imminent foreign troubles." Ji Xiao said.

Zhu Hou showed displeasure on his face, "Is this what Ji Hou taught you? Let me conspire with these rebellious officials and thieves? All officers and men, we will kill the traitor today and use his blood to pay homage to the ancestor. I respectfully ask for the protection of the ancestor!"

Meng Shan was about to lead his army into the battle, when suddenly he heard a person say quietly: "Ming Song, why are you dissatisfied with the way I discipline my sister?"

Not only Zhu Hou was taken aback, but even Lu Changqing followed the prestige in surprise.

A group of people walked silently between the two armies, led by Qing Cong Ma, a man in green looked at Zhu Hou gloomyly.

Lu Changqing had never seen a greener color than this man's clothes.

Zhu Hou cupped his hands in embarrassment: "Ji Hou, I didn't expect you to come too."

Ji Xiao rode his horse down the hillside, and the bay red horse circled around Ji Hou a few times, "Brother, you are finally here!"

Ji Hou Xiao Huaijin looked at her manly attire and sighed wearily.Beside Ji Hou, a young man in gray smiled and smoothed things over: "Ah Xiao, long time no see, you are still so energetic."

Ji Xiao was relieved by him from Xiao Huaijin's grief, and said sweetly: "Xin Bo, you are here too!"

Ji Hou has always lived in seclusion and seldom shows up, so he has attracted everyone's attention.However, Lu Changqing only thought about the seriously ill Feng Qi in Xingyuan, and had no intention of dealing with him.

Zhu Hou said: "Ji Hou, don't be angry, Xiao Xia is well-known in the government and the public, it's better to be educated by you."

"Marquis Ji came here all the way, but to persuade me to truce?" He asked again.

Xiao Huaijin always seemed to be unable to open her eyes. At this moment, when she raised her eyebrows, it gave people a sense of contempt, "You hit you, what does it have to do with me? I'm here to find the national teacher."

Zhu Hou was shocked: "National teacher? The national teacher has been torn apart by Lu Changqing, and you don't know?"

Ji Hou said disdainfully: "I have heard the news of Master Feng Qi's death six times in my life, and I am tired of hearing it. If he dies, I will immediately abandon the Marquis and cut off my hair to become a monk."

The wastelander in the walking shaft held a cigarette stick in his mouth, and looked at Feng Qi hesitantly.Xie Ji sat at the door, Xie Yan said angrily: "Brother, get out of the way! I'm going to find Brother Changqing!"

Xie Ji kept his usual icy face, and said unhurriedly: "If you dare to go out, I will break your legs."

Under the gaze of Huang Yuanke, Feng Qi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.Pale face, a pair of red phoenix eyes are slightly red, but there is an unusual beauty in the sickness.

"National teacher, you are finally awake." The voice of Huang Yuanke interrupted the dispute between the two brothers of the Xie family, and the two couldn't help turning their heads to look at this side.

Feng Qi pursed his dry lips, and said with a slight smile: "I walked through the gate of hell, thank you Uncle Huang Yuan for saving my life."

He forced himself to sit up, feeling light-headed and dizzy, and immediately broke out in cold sweat.

"National teacher, lie down quickly!" Huang Yuanke put down his pipe, his face full of solemnity.

"There is a lot of noise outside, who is here, Zhuhou or Jinghou?" Feng Qi asked without hesitation. At this time, he noticed Xie Ji sitting at the door, and said in surprise: "Didn't you help the woman chase you last time?" The kid who returned the purse? Uncle Huangyuan, is he your apprentice?"

Xie Ji looked at Feng Qi intently, but didn't answer, Huang Yuanke said: "He is my ineffective grandson, named Xie Ji, next to him is his younger brother, named Xie Yan."

Feng Qi looked soft and nodded to the two teenagers.

Afterwards, he straightened his clothes and stood up slowly.The wastelander said in shock: "Master, what are you doing!"

Feng Qi said softly: "Go out and show your face, lest they fight."

When Zhu Hou was arguing with Ji Hou, Lu Changqing was absent-minded, and he kept glancing at Xingyuan not far away from the corner of his eye.For a moment, he thought he was dazzled, when a purple figure suddenly appeared outside Xingyuan.

He pulled the rein and turned the horse's head to look at him.

Zhu Hou and Ji Hou also noticed Lu Changqing's unusual movements, and followed his gaze.

Zhu Hou was shocked by this.

Feng Qi walked towards them alone, dressed in purple like clouds, with a peaceful look on his face.

The scene of tens of thousands of people was completely silent.Feng Qi walked between the two armies, glanced over the princes, and stayed on the young man in gray beside Ji Hou.

There was an eager expression hidden in the young man's eyes, and he looked back at him closely, as if he had known him for a long time.

Ming Song said in astonishment: "Master Feng Qi...you, you are still alive?"

Feng Qi smiled and said: "Thank God for not giving up."

Xiao Huaijin motioned for his subordinates to bring a horse, and a pair of indifferent eyes like glass beads burst out with concern for the first time, "Master Feng Qi, get on the horse quickly, and I will take you away."

At this moment, horseshoes were crowing again in the distance, Jinghou Fengyun and doctor Xuanyuan rode over in the dust and mist.

Feng Yun laughed and said: "Where is Jihou going to take the national teacher, do you know if the national teacher is willing to go with you? Master Feng Qi, if you don't want to, I will drive away the ignorant people for you! "

Ji Xiao said angrily: "Who is an ignorant person!"

Feng Qi ignored their mutual sarcasm, and said firmly: "The kings of the four countries have all gathered here, and it hasn't happened in decades. The last time we met was when we prayed for rain, right? Pindao has been a little ill recently, so I can't Let’s ride horses and gallop together with you. I wonder if everyone is willing to sell your poor face, sit down and drink a cup of hot tea, and talk about the past together?”

Meng Shan remonstrated to Zhu Hou in a low voice: "Your Highness, Master Feng Qi is not carrying fuel-efficient lamps, we should not fall into his tricks."

But Zhu Hou sighed: "You are a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. You don't know the methods of the national teacher. Back then, even the very popular Lu Shutong died in his hands. Even if I knew he had dug a hole, I still had to jump down, anyway. I don't dare to disrespect the national teacher."

Ji Hou looked indifferent, without saying a word, but got off the horse first.After that, Jinghou Fengyun and Zhuhou Mingsong also dismounted one after another.The lord has already dismounted, and the tens of thousands of soldiers behind him have also let go of their murderous intent.

Feng Qi looked at Lu Changqing.Ji Xiao said: "Qinghou, what do you mean?"

Zhu Hou was furious, and provocatively said: "Master Feng Qi, do you want to 'reminisce' with these rebellious officials and thieves?"

As if no one was around, Lu Changqing stared at the beads of sweat that slid down from Feng Qi's temples with scorching eyes, and sighed in his heart: "Feng Qi, how long are you going to last?"

He ordered the soldiers to put away their positions, and rode their horses to the edge of the Wei River alone, leaving only a lonely back for everyone.

The method of retreating the enemy has already been planned, and the gathering of the princes in the sun of the Weishui River is the east wind that Fengqi has been waiting for for a long time.Therefore, later generations commented that the extension of the Zhou Dynasty was due to the Weiyang alliance-it is true that it is not deceiving.This is another story.

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