[Three Kingdoms] Silver Spear Accompanied by Wine for the Fallen Army

As soon as the voice fell, a large number of figures emerged from the forest, and the feathered arrows that started to work were pointed at Zhao Yun and others one by one.

As long as an order is given, the crowd blocked by the river will immediately turn into a beehive like that horse.

At this time, a person lying on the ground tremblingly got up, a pair of beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, and said quietly: "This is the marriage of the lord..." Guo Jiasheng gave birth to the second half of the "scourge" "The word was cut off in the mouth.

my lord...

His blurted words, my lord!

Guo Jia backed up a few steps with a pale complexion, his mind was confused, he staggered, and was about to fall, but was held firmly by someone behind him.

The man asked in a hoarse voice: "Feng Xiao, who is the lord?"

"Fire arrows!"

The other party yelled pervertedly, more like trying to fool them, like a cat insisting on teasing a mouse for a while before killing it.

At this time, Gongsun Yue and the others felt like mice in a cage. Those cats with weapons could kill them whenever they wanted.

"General, for now, there is only one plan."

Zhao Yun brushed aside the arrow rain, leaned in front of him and said.

In the rushing waves, there are floating human heads.

When there was no way to retreat, Zhao Yun put his arms around Guo Jia, but kicked Gongsun Yue into the torrent.

The people who were beaten up by the huge waves finally drifted smoothly to the gentle river, but everyone was full of river water.

The people who rushed ashore looked back and forth at each other's distressed looks, but their faces showed a relaxed expression.

"Zhao Zilong, why are you still hugging this man, if he dies, he is dead."

Since entering Yuan Shu's camp, Gongsun Yue has been aggrieved all the way to the present, with a burst of resentment, gushing out, Zhao Yun abandoned him several times, and now he is still hugging a desperate soldier.

The person in his arms woke up, pushed away Zhao Yun's arm, lowered his head, and silently stepped aside, hiding among the few remaining soldiers.

Zhao Yun glanced at him, took a deep breath, and walked to Gongsun Yue's side: "It's Yun's dereliction of duty, please punish him, General."

After a long while, he didn't hear Gongsun Yue's reply. When Zhao Yun looked up again, he saw Gongsun Yue's eyes glazed over, with one hand pressed to his chest, thick blood oozing between his fingers.

"General!"

Zhao Yun exclaimed, and supported Gongsun Yue's fallen body.

A group of people hurried to Ji County, but in the end, Gongsun Yue still died halfway, less than two days away from Ji County.

Zhao Yun ordered people to enshrine him, but on the other hand slowed down his speed. At that time, doubts arose in his heart.

Gongsun Zan sent Gongsun Yue to befriend Yuan Shu because he was afraid that Yuan Shu would hate him deeply. After all, when Gongsun Zan dissuaded Liu Yu, he once said that Yuan Gonggong had a rebellious heart, but Liu Yu didn't listen to him at that time.

When Gongsun Zan hit a wall at Liu Yu, he naturally thought of turning around to curry favor with Yuan Shu. Therefore, Gongsun Yue came to Yuan Ying and suggested Yuan Shu not to do anything, and simply detained Liu Yu's son, Liu He's soldiers.

However, Gongsun Zan only guessed one, not two.

Yuan Shu not only wanted Liu Yu's soldiers, but also his Gongsun Zan and Yuan Shao's.

It's a pity that Gongsun Yue must have become cannon fodder.

What Zhao Yun never imagined was that they finally took the opportunity to escape from Yuan Ying, and Gongsun Yue still failed to escape the end of being murdered.

According to Lei Bo's explanation, Zhao Yun believed that even if Sun Jian had other arrangements, it would definitely not be so soon.

and so……

Zhao Yun thought of the "lord" Guo Jia was talking about, and he knew that the person he was talking about was definitely not Gongsun Zan.

The gate of Ji County is already in sight, and Zhao Yun has sent people into the city to inform Gongsun Zan.

Guo Jia led the horse and fell to the last, one person and one horse, followed silently.

After that day, it seemed as if he and Zhao Yun had separated suddenly. Zhao Yun was busy taking care of Gongsun Yue all the way, while he, like those Yi Congs, stayed up and stayed at night.

Except for the tent every night, Zhao Yun would still heat the stove for him, but he never went back to the tent himself.

Guo Jia's camp was much warmer than other people's, but no matter how thick the bedding was, it was cold at night, and he was still so cold that he could only curl up and shiver.

There was a sudden commotion inside the city gate, and Gongsun Zan was seen hurrying over, his face was full of anger, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and a horsewhip was flapping.

"Snapped!"

A whip lashed Zhao Yun's shoulder blades, Zhao Yun's body shook slightly, and then he straightened his back resolutely.

Gongsun Zan was furious: "Zhao Zilong! Before I set off, how did I explain to you! Even if you are dead, I have to send him back alive! But now! Now you are safely standing upright and horizontally." It was him! Zhao Zilong, you still dare to come back!"

Zhao Yun flicked his clothes and knelt down: "This subordinate failed to protect General Gongsun, so he is willing to be punished."

He knelt down on his side, but Guo Jia behind the line couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly.

"Punish? Punish! Hmph! Punish you to be buried with him, how about it?" Gongsun Zan squinted, and his sinister eyes fell on the group of soldiers behind Zhao Yun one by one. The defeated soldiers dragged their wounded bodies.

Gongsun Zan: "You go and get the army stick, the rest of them...don't do enough to protect the Lord, cut them off!"

Guo Jia raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the flowing clouds in the sky. Everything changed in an instant.

Zhao Yun knelt on one knee in front of the gate of the county mansion. People who came and went and passed by him, like avoiding the plague, kept away from him and detoured.

One moment the sky was still clear, and the next moment, it was raining.

Zhao Yun came here directly after receiving the staff punishment. The supervisor was waiting for the time, and he was waiting for Gongsun Zan's change of heart.

When the rain suddenly disappeared, Zhao Yun turned his head, only to see a smiling woman standing beside him, an oil-paper umbrella covering his body, covering the rain.

"Zilong, it's raining, you go back." Gongsun Wan persuaded him.

Zhao Yun just glanced at her, still kneeling motionless.

Gongsun Wan gave him a push: "Zhao Zilong, even if you kneel to death here, it's useless. Father won't change his mind."

Zhao Yun ignored her.

Gongsun Wan muttered about him again, and stood by his side for a while, but he still couldn't resist the cold wind and rain.

"If you want to kneel, just kneel enough."

The woman spat, threw the umbrella on the ground angrily, and ran into the house as if flying.

At the same time, at the corner of the street, a moon-white figure disappeared, seemingly holding an umbrella in his hand.

This continuous rain seems to be testing Zhao Yun's perseverance. Intermittently, the wet cold penetrates into the body from the knees, like finely divided blades, grinding into the blood and bones one by one.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath, as if trying to force the cold out of his body.

"Crench."

The door opened, and a person walked out, with a momentary cloudy look on his face, followed by a surprised expression and said.

"Hey? Zilong, why are you still here?"

"Shiqi, I wonder if my lord would like to see me?" Zhao Yun said.

Guan Jing was taken aback. When he came by himself just now, Zhao Yun did ask him to tell Gongsun Zan on his behalf. However, he was not a fool, and he couldn't do it with Zhao Yun's one-sided temperament.

Gongsun Zan is now in a fit of anger, but Guan Jing has not sublimated to the fearless spirit of wanting to kill.

What do those mere officials and soldiers have to do with Guan Jing?

Guan Jing coughed twice: "Zilong, I have persuaded the lord for a long time, but the lord has made up his mind, and no one can say anything." He paused, "Zilong, Jing advises you, it is better to go to the execution ground. Let's collect those brothers well, now, the time should be almost the same."

Zhao Yun raised his head in astonishment, his face turned pale.

The rain washed away the bloodstains on the ground, and there was still fading blood in the air.

Holding an umbrella, Guo Jia watched the corpses being moved aside, his eyes were so empty, it seemed that all vitality had been wiped out.

The footsteps behind him gradually became clear, and Guo Jia said softly, "This is Gongsun Zan."

Zhao Yun approached him, breathing heavily, heavily.

For a full month, Xu Lu had already planned to drag Cheng Yi away, but fortunately, at Cheng Yi's insistence, he waited for a few more days.

After Zhao Yun came back that day, he developed a high fever.

From Yuanying's escape, to being attacked halfway, and arriving in Ji County, he couldn't help but receive a beating, and was drenched in the rain for so long, and what's more, he was a demon in his heart.

I saw with my own eyes that those soldiers who escaped from death died under the sword of their own family.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

That night, Zhao Yun had a burning sensation, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he grabbed Guo Jia's hand and held it in his own palm. The hot palm covered Guo Jia's warm and cold fingertips.

Zhao Yun closed his eyes and asked him vaguely, who is the master?

Silk curtains, blowing and wrinkling the low complaints of a room.

Feng Xiao, who are you?

Why does Yun feel that you and I have known each other before?

It's like, we've known each other for a long, long time...

This life is not long enough...

Guo Jia's hand held by Zhao Yun was getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature spreading from his palm burned his face in an instant.

His eyes were like water, stained with ink, and he copied Zhao Yun's handsome facial features with every stroke.

In the third year of Chuping, the winter snow began to melt gradually.

What Xu Lu had been worrying about this winter did not happen.

The fourth lady of Gongsun's family still appeared in the Zhao residence from time to time, but she never mentioned the matter of getting married, and just dragged Zhao Yun to accompany her domineeringly.

Xu Lu picked up a day and secretly asked Guo Jia: "Does Fourth Miss suffer from amnesia?"

Guo Jia smiled and patted his forehead: "It's Gongsun Zan who has amnesia."

Guo Jia walked away shaking.

"It's spring, and the snow on the Pan River should melt."

Xu Lu stayed in the yard in a daze. A peach tree in the yard was stained with some late winter sunshine, and Xu Lu seemed to see some new shoots.

Xu Lu rubbed his eyes, shook his head, thinking, it must be his own illusion.

Zhao Yun sent Gongsun Wan back to the mansion, but Gongsun Wan stayed at the door and refused to go in.

Suddenly his eyes were red, and a layer of water vapor gathered in his eyes, and he looked at Zhao Yun tearfully: "Zilong, my father... he... said me... I don't want to...marry you... woo woo ..."

Zhao Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the woman in front of him was pear blossoms with rain, so he could only bear with his emotions, and comforted him with words: "Yun is just a warrior, Fourth Miss should have a better home."

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but after he finished speaking, Gongsun Wan cried even harder.

No matter how Zhao Yun tried to persuade her, her tears were like a flood that broke a dike, and Zhao Yun's head grew dizzy.

Zhao Yun returned to the mansion with wet shoulders, Cheng Yi and Xu Lu surrounded him and circled around him a few times.

Cheng Yi: "Brother Zhao, you hurt a woman's heart..."

Xu Lu: "Brother Zhao, sir, thank you for your peach blossom..."

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows, seeing a figure slowly approaching in the distance, he suddenly smiled and said, "Did you tell me when will you plant another tree for me?"

Xu Lu was puzzled: "What kind?"

Guo Jia approached several people and smiled slightly: "Is that why Zilong wants to provoke Taohua?"

"If it's a filial piety, Yun will naturally be willing to mess with it."

Guo Jia laughed.

The sun was shining, and two slender figures were cut out on the bluestone board. The two people who were standing in the wrong position stood side by side in the shadow.Shadows blend together, like holding hands.

Guo Jia supported his forehead and sighed: "Zilong, you must be careful in this battle."

Zhao Yun stepped forward, and this time he really took his hand.

"it is good."