Beauty is sick

"Master Jiu has been waiting for a long time."

The man cupped his hands and bowed deeply, the light from the candle lamp on the table fell on his face, cutting out a deep shadow.

Jin Lingjiu responded softly: "Come here now, aren't you afraid that he won't find anyone?"

"Isn't this exactly Jiuye's plan? If you want chaos in Youzhou, I must die. Only in this way can I force Tanhualang to take action." The man raised his head, and a strange smile appeared on his familiar face. Here, we must be amazed by his complacency.

Jin Lingjiu glanced at him indifferently, and said with a sneer: "If you wear a mask for a long time, you will inevitably misunderstand your identity. After being Zhao Yuan for several years, why haven't you changed at all?"

A half-smile appeared on Zhao Yuan's face: "People like us are insane and do whatever it takes to achieve our goals. How can we become kind and loyal just because we have played someone else for a while?"

There is ambiguity in this statement, I don't know if it is him.I still brought others along with me.

Jin Lingjiu squinted his eyes, and the slightly pressed eye ends were slightly displeased, but it was fleeting, and he returned to that mocking look: "I almost forgot when I saw you pretending to be so hypocritical. With such a temperament, only a brainless person like Wen Feiyu will be played by you in the applause."

Zhao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and there was a trace of helplessness in his lowered eyebrows: "Jiu Ye was joking, if it wasn't so, how could he be easily forced to help?"

This is true, if Wen Feiyu hadn't cooperated internally and externally and made preparations in advance, Yun Wuyang would not have easily taken Zhang Yaori's life.

Jin Lingjiu seemed unintentional, but in fact he kept observing his expression: "We should thank him and get the entire Wen family involved. For us, it is a good deal."

Zhao Yuan, who had been fooling around all this time, suddenly changed his expression.

"Why, don't you believe me?" Jin Lingjiu tidied up his thin silver wristbands slowly, "Wen Jiaming protects himself and doesn't want to get involved in political struggles. I have hinted many times, but all of them failed, but this time Wen Feiyu has entered the game. He cannot avoid the Wen family."

Zhao Yuan had an ugly expression: "You said you wouldn't embarrass him."

"I didn't make things difficult for him, he brought it to his door on his own initiative." Seeing Zhao Yuan lost his composure, Jin Lingjiu was quite satisfied, "I'm quite curious, what exactly do you think of him."

Who he was talking about, both of them knew in their hearts.

Zhao Yuan sighed for a long time, and showed a wry smile: "I can't afford the little son raised by the Wen family."

Jin Lingjiu moved his fingers and sneered, "I'm not Wen Feiyu, what are you doing poorly in front of me, Zhao Ziqiu, whether you are afraid that you are not good enough for Wen Feiyu, or are afraid of other things, you can handle it yourself. Something happened to Wen's family, which affected my plan, and I won't sell anyone's face."

Zhao Yuan, that is, Zhao Ziqiu's expression froze, his expression was dark and unclear, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Jin Lingjiu was not prepared to listen to his answer, and took a step forward with his head held high.

On the other side, Pei Zhe didn't have time to leave a message, so he followed the messenger to the city wall.

It was the young man Pei Zhe had met in the barracks who sent the letter. The news was vague, only that the enemy attacked, Mr. Zhao was injured, and the Youzhou army was leaderless.

Pei Zhe's first reaction was to follow him to the front line. After walking a certain distance, he gradually realized that something was wrong. If something really happened, why bother to look for him?

The young man was still talking about what happened, his expression did not seem to be fake, Pei Zhe remained calm and kept walking, still following him: "You mentioned just now that you came to see me because something happened to Mr. Zhao?"

The young man's brows were frowned, and his expression was extremely anxious: "Yes, my lord was shot by the arrow and was seriously injured. Before he lost consciousness, he asked me to come to the house to look for... Please."

The young man's attitude towards himself was different from before, Pei Zhe was a bit hesitant, and guessed what Zhao Yuan might have said: "Don't be nervous, what else did Master Zhao say?"

The boy shook his head: "I just want to invite you, nothing else."

"Is there no one else sitting in the town?" Pei Zhe glanced into the distance, and smiled casually, "I don't have an official position, how can I take on this important task, there are many generals in the army, Mr. Zhao may have found the wrong one people?"

Seemingly thinking that what he said made sense, the young man was stunned for a moment: "That's what my lord ordered..."

Pei Zhe understood, and stopped talking. Judging from the previous dismissal in the military camp, the young man is innocent, and he probably really doesn't know other things, otherwise he wouldn't ask three questions.

Before reaching the city gate, they heard the clash of swords and halberds, mixed with human voices, which was deafening, and one could foresee how serious the battle situation would be.

In an emergency, the guards at the city gate were even stricter. The young man took out his token and led Pei Zhe up the city wall.

"Shouldn't you take me to see Mr. Zhao first?" Pei Zhe said so, but kept walking, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes, calmly looking at the situation outside the city.

The young man wiped the sweat from his brow, and said tactfully: "Master Zhao said that he would invite you to come over to preside over the overall situation first."

Pei Zhe touched this sentence for a while, chewed up the words "presiding over the overall situation" separately, and squinted his eyes.

Looking from the side of the city, flames shot up into the sky, horseshoes kicked up large swaths of dust, red blood sprayed from the soldiers' bodies, and dyed the yellowish-brown land in color.

Pei Zhe's hand holding the city wall tightened slightly, and at this moment, a group of soldiers ran over quickly.

The leader is a lieutenant general, who does not belong to the right minister's faction. Pei Zhe has never seen it before, and he can recognize it from his clothes.

The visitor looked resolute, and said quickly: "The last general, Cheng Guanyue, has seen your lord. The country of Xi suddenly launched a large-scale attack. Our army was overwhelmed and suffered a lot of losses. The number of enemy troops is still increasing. With the strength of Youzhou, I'm afraid I can't compete."

Isn't Cheng Guanyue the second in command of the Youzhou Army?Pei Zhe looked at him calmly, not ignoring the "Master" he just blurted out: "Is there a countermeasure?"

"The country of Xi has poured such a huge force, it must be determined to break the face with us, and has ordered people to withdraw to the city, and it can be resisted for a while. If there is no reinforcements, Youzhou is in danger." Cheng Guanyue took out a letter. , "Could you please go somewhere with me?"

Pei Zhe took the letter, glanced at it, and said in a serious tone: "Where did you get this letter?"

"Master Zhao handed it over to the last general," Cheng Guanyue said.

Pei Zhe stared at it and took a deep breath: "Have you read it?"

Cheng Guanyue paused and nodded.

Pei Zhe exerted force on his hands, and the plain white letter paper was creased. The ink that had already dried up was not affected, and the unusually familiar handwriting was reflected in his eyes, which made him angry: "Strengthen the guards and prohibit anyone from leaving the city. Then lead a group of people to Zhao Mansion, and invite the young master who came to the city with me."

Cheng Guanyue didn't react for a while, and looked at him with some surprise.

Pei Zhe squinted his eyes. Under his anger, he couldn't maintain his usual gentle appearance, and that forceful aura poured out: "What are you doing in a daze, go!"

Cheng Guanyue nodded hurriedly: "Yes."

When he turned around and was about to leave, Pei Zhe called him again: "After the arrangements are made, come see me in the main tent."

The young man who went to the Zhao Mansion to invite someone was completely stunned, staring blankly at the person in front of him who was not angry and arrogant.

When he first met, he thought that Pei Zhe was really just someone who worked with Zhao Yuan. When Zhao Yuan ordered him to invite someone to the mansion, and there seemed to be respect in his speech, he vaguely felt something was wrong, so he was more polite to Pei Zhe. Now that Pei Zhe is giving orders to Cheng Guanyue without changing his expression, he can be sure that this person is really a good person.

Pei Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, and smoothed out the traces on the letter paper one by one: "Now take me to see our Master Zhao."

The young man trembled inexplicably. For some reason, he always felt that the words "Master Zhao" in his mouth were gnashing his teeth with cruelty.

Seeing that Cheng Guanyue was obedient, the young man didn't dare to refuse, and immediately led Pei Zhe to Zhao Yuan's resting place.

Walking all the way down the city wall, Pei Zhe had already sorted out his emotions, and there was no sign of being angry just now.

While leading the way, the boy looked at him furtively.

Pei Zhe didn't look sideways: "Ask whatever you want."

The young man hesitated to speak, and after hesitating for a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Aren't you someone who works with Mr. Zhao, are you... Mr. Zhao?"

Pei Zhe was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly, "What kind of question is this?"

"I, I'm just..." The boy thought he was angry, and frantically tried to explain.

"It's okay, I don't know how to eat people." Pei Zhe said, "I know what you want to ask, so what if you are, and what if you are not, but it is just an identity, is it that important?"

The boy frowned and shook his head: "No, it's important."

Pei Zhe turned his head in surprise. He didn't expect the young man to refute his own words despite his timid appearance: "Then tell me, what's the difference?"

The young man took a deep breath, summoned up his courage and said, "If you are, then we will not be abandoned. The court will have reinforcements to rescue you, so that the people in the city will also be saved."

The sound of the battle has become blurred, and the young man's words enlightened Pei Zhe. From the moment he got the letter, he was trapped in his own emotions, caring about the betrayal of those close to him, but ignoring the secrets hidden under all the calculations. intention of.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the young man had an inscrutable expression on his face, thinking that his words were too straightforward, which made him angry, and he was about to kneel down in a panic.

Pei Zhe quickly supported him: "Why kneel, it's the first time we meet, you are not so timid."

The boy muttered softly: "I didn't know you were an adult then."

Pei Zhe didn't hear what he was talking about, so he asked casually: "How long have you known Zhao Yuan, do you understand him? What kind of person do you think he is?"

"Master Zhao?" The boy's eyes lit up for a moment, "He is a good man!"

Good people.

This is a very general evaluation, there is no established standard, and there is no reference value.

The young man said to himself: "Master Zhao is a very good man, he is very kind to the people of our Youzhou City, he saved my life..."

Pei Zhe listened quietly, and when he scratched his head in embarrassment, he asked along the way: "You said he saved your life, what's the matter?"

The young man became depressed: "I am an orphan. I have no father or mother since I was a child. Master Zhao rescued me, gave me a bite to eat, and brought me into the military camp so that I can support myself."

Pei Zhe said inexplicably: "It seems that he has indeed done a good deed."

"It's not just me, Mr. Zhao also saved many people." Just as he walked to the tent, the young man stopped talking, "Go in quickly, my lord."

Pei Zhe knew that he was not in a good mood now, so he didn't continue to ask: "Well, call me if you need anything, my surname is Pei."

Bae?

The boy froze for a moment, not understanding what he meant by emphasizing this point.

Pei folded into the tent, as he expected, did not see Zhao Yuan, there was no one inside, some gauzes were scattered on the table, stained with blood, it was a mess, he picked up a piece casually and looked at it, put it down and went to the tent Go to the door.

The boy was waiting outside, his eyes were red, as if recalling the past.

Pei Zhe swallowed the words on his lips, and waved: "Go, go to the main tent."

Not long after waiting in the main tent, Cheng Guanyue rushed back with an ugly expression on his face.

Pei Zhe glanced behind him, and understood: "No one was invited?"

Cheng Guanyue said: "The general has lost the trust of your lord. When we arrived, the young master was gone, but according to the reply from the guard at the city gate, no one left the city."

Pei Zhe nodded: "With General Lao Cheng, the Youzhou Army has all retreated to the city? Could you please gather everyone, I want to meet them in person."

Cheng Guanyue raised her eyes: "In what capacity do you want to meet them?"

Pei Zhe pressed the table with his right hand, lightly pressed the word "Pei Zhe" on the letter paper with his fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "The first Tanhua, the prince's young teacher, Pei Zhe."

The author has something to say:

There are a total of 60 words, and I am finishing the foreshadowing. I am especially afraid that the writing will not be good. I have been grinding, and there are too many things to do at the end of the year. Sorry, I am sorry, I have kept the cuties waiting for a long time.