Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

When the messenger left, Shi Tingyun opened the letter with joy on his face.

Chu Ziling lowered his head slightly.

The worries of the past few days have now come to fruition.

His own plan was declared in vain.

Even if he didn't show it on his face, there was inevitably some bitterness in his mouth, and he said against his will: "Congratulations, young master."

He comforted himself that it wasn't a surefire thing in the first place, so he didn't need to worry about regretting it.

If Shi Jinghong cleaned his hands before eating after reading the letter, or if he didn't lick his fingers to turn the pages according to the habit, the poison would not enter his mouth.

If it's just a failure, he can still accept it.

I'm afraid Shi Jing later noticed something...

The more he thought about it, the stiffer his fingers grasping the rein became.

The letter was obviously not long, why did Shi Tingyun read it back and forth so many times...

While he was wondering, Shi Tingyun suddenly said, "A Ling."

Chu Ziling was startled suddenly: "...Young Master?"

Shi Tingyun folded the letter and put it in his arms: "Notify me, Peicheng has won a great victory, let's celebrate tonight!"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Chu Ziling shivered, only to realize that the clothes under his soft armor were drenched in cold sweat.

He squeezed the slippery rein, trying to make his voice sound happy enough: "Yes."

Yan Yuanheng knew that he couldn't refute Shi Tingyun's face in front of others, so he waited until Chu Ziling left before asking: "Don't complain when you lose, don't be arrogant when you win, and be happy when you win, but shouldn't it be better to restrain yourself?"

He also didn't intend to question Shi Tingyun's military order, but just proceeded from his personal temperament and discussed the matter as it stands.

Shi Tingyun wanted to ride his horse forward, but when he heard the words, he stopped his horse and turned around.

The white horse spewed hot air under his crotch, and the horseshoe made half-moon-shaped gray marks on the ground.

Shi Tingyun smiled and said: "This place is not a battlefield, and this is not a wartime. Soldiers will inevitably get tired after marching for a long time. If there is good news, celebrating it will greatly benefit morale."

He said again: "Yuan Heng, I am different from you. You are a humble gentleman, I am a rough and reckless man. You can practice the way of a saint, but I cannot. I stop and laugh when I win, and get annoyed when I lose. Everything is up to my heart. The world Nothing is worth the three words 'I am happy'."

Yan Yuanheng saw him so reckless, his heart beat more and more disorderly: "Sorry, I don't know military affairs, so I was abrupt."

"Yuan Heng, don't talk about abrupt words between you and me." The young man on the white horse held the rein tightly and said frankly, "I am galloping the world, and I only want to protect you to sit high in the temple and be a saint for the rest of my life."

After finishing speaking, he shook the reins: "Drive!"

The white horse was ordered to gallop forward, stirring up a hazy cloud of dust and smoke,

Yan Yuanheng had never heard of a person who could say the word "drive" so gracefully.

He watched Shi Tingyun and his horse gallop all the way to the front army, raised his voice and said something, he couldn't hear clearly from a distance, but Yan Yuanheng thought, he must be there to announce the happy event.

Sure enough, the former army burst into cheers.

The war horse also felt something, several horses neighed and cheered.

And amidst the din of joy, Yan Yuanheng's eyes followed Shi Tingyun's white horse and silver helmet, and a dazzling white tassel on the silver helmet.

Amidst the joy, Chu Ziling couldn't hide his irritability.

After setting up camp at night, he used the excuse of Ah Shu to make stomach-soothing medicine for the young master, and squatted in front of the small stove to meditate.

He knew how important Peicheng's geographical location was.

It was precisely because he was so clear that he was so irritated that he couldn't help but think of the past.

When Chu Ziling was 12 years old, he walked all the way to Wangcheng with the money he got in exchange for pawning sundries at home.

On the road, every day and every night, he thought about what he should do and what he could do.

How can a piece of jade pendant be counted when you go to southern Xinjiang to find relatives? Who knows if the king of Southern Xinjiang still remembers this jade pendant?

If he wanted to set foot on the Qingyun road that belonged to him, he had to make meritorious deeds that benefited the southern border, and it had to be a great meritorious deed.

At that time, although Chu Ziling was much precocious and meticulous than ordinary children, when it came to naivety and viciousness, he was not inferior to anyone.

He quickly thought of a good idea.

In the prefectures and counties along the road, the Beifu army has recruiting stations. After Chu Ziling inquired clearly, he picked a military station in a small remote county and told the recruiters.His family was attacked by bandits, and he escaped with his life, but his parents died violently.He has nowhere to go, and wants to join the army to suppress bandits and avenge his father.

The recruiter sized him up, a little embarrassed and a little sympathetic.

He said: "There is an order from above that it is strictly forbidden to recruit child soldiers now that it is not a wartime."

Chu Ziling refused to give up, and begged: "Master, take me. I can do anything, lay my hands down, serve tea and water, wash my feet, and I only want to avenge my family..."

A ten-year-old boy was holding on to the small recruiting table, saying naive words about wanting revenge. The recruiter couldn't resist, and his heart softened a little. He turned around and went to the camp. It seemed that he was going to discuss with the local chief officer. .

Chu Ziling waited outside the camp, thinking that he had succeeded.

Who didn't think for a long time, a scolding sound came from far and near.

The recruiter came back in a disheveled manner, followed by a tall and thick man, judging by his attire, he was indeed the chief officer in charge of recruiting.

The man was so dark and strong that he looked like a tower. He looked down at Chu Ziling and said harshly, "Is that you? Want to join the army?"

Chu Ziling suppressed the fear in his heart and nodded.

He asked, "Which bandit killed your parents?"

Before Chu Ziling came, he had made all the preparations, and asked the Xiaoer who was staying in the hotel which hills nearby had bandits.

He tremblingly announced the name of Dalian Mountain, looked up at the black tower, with tears in his eyes, trying to make him feel a little sympathetic.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, he was pushed away violently by a big hand like a cattail fan.

As he fell to the ground, a simple little cloth bag was thrown on him.

The officer who looked like a black tower looked at him coldly: "Boy, you can't stand still even with a push, and you still go to kill people? Go on, don't overestimate your capabilities, don't meddle in adults' affairs and children, go east. Find a good house and go to work, that's what you should do."

There were good-natured laughter from the surrounding crowd.

Chu Ziling blushed, endured the humiliation and stood up, clutching the cloth bag tightly.

He could feel that it contained three days' worth of dry food, the bottom was hard, and there were a few pieces of silver taels.

Food and silver are mixed together, and I can imagine how dirty it is.

And he wants to thank you.

He stood up in humiliation, carrying the cloth bag covered in dust, and walked eastward.

Chu Ziling's suppressed emotions were able to burst out when he walked to a place where no one was around.

He picked up the cloth bag and slammed it against the willow tree on one side, until the dry food was smashed to pieces, then he dropped the dirty little cloth bag and left angrily.

Half a month later, in a small noodle shop, he heard from a traveler at the table that the bandits in Dalian Mountain were wiped out by the Beifu army.

He only felt that the name of the place was familiar to him, and it was fine if he had heard it before, but he didn't take it to heart.

It was about two years ago.

In the army of Beifu, he happened to meet that reckless man who looked like a black tower.

He was finally transferred from that poor village to the main camp, but he was just a small adjutant in Dingyuan City, and he was not able to do the usual daily accounting and deliberation, and sometimes he had to do the job of holding the halberd.

But he was able to live with the young master, he was highly valued by the young master and the general, and he was even qualified to attend the battle.

He didn't know himself for a long time, and when he passed by him, he even had to salute himself.

This made Chu Ziling feel a heartfelt pleasure.

Chu Ziling was very fortunate that he did not join the army at the beginning.

To join the army, you have to climb up from the bottom.I don't know how many tough battles he will have to fight along the way. If he didn't have the accumulation in the general's mansion and his swords and guns have no eyes, he might have died in some small battle to suppress bandits.

Recalling the journey he had come, Chu Ziling let out a sigh of relief.

He stroked the adornment around his waist, knowing that his current state of mind was a little strange.

Although Chu Ziling's half life was not smooth, it was still considered lucky.

This attack failed, but the Beifu army took Peicheng instead. Presumably the civil servant would be furious when he heard the news.

Thinking of this, Chu Ziling had a slight headache.

I have been dormant so far, but still have no actual results. I finally won the trust of the people in southern Xinjiang with information, and I swore and punched with confidence, but the punch landed in the cotton.

Chu Ziling also wanted to know what kind of harsh and critical face the civil servant named Aisha would have.

After forming an alliance with him a few years ago, I made an agreement with him to only write letters and not reply, so as not to arouse the prince's suspicion.

Just in case, when the young master goes to bed today, he'd better write to Aisha to explain the situation.

He didn't notice at all that the curtain behind him was opened a crack.

Half of Chi Xiaochi's face flashed through the gap.

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Chi Xiaochi put down the curtain, walked lightly to the soft couch, and sat on the footrest.

Lou Ying was lying on the couch, still holding a book in her hand.

In the past few days, the two have always maintained a slight distance.

He turned a page of the book: "Are you worried?"

As soon as Lou Ying spoke, Chi Xiaochi quietly put down Erlang's legs that had just been turned up: "...I'm worried."

As soon as he talked about the task, Chi Xiaochi's expression became more natural and relaxed: "A poisonous snake has been coiled in the field for seven or eight years, suffering from hunger and hunger, just to wait for an opportunity to bite people to death. Finally, when the opportunity came, it was so easy. I spat out the poison with all my strength, and I didn't see anyone fall down for a long time. When I probed, damn it, there are people."

Lou Ying couldn't help laughing: "You still intend to scare him. It is obviously a letter without words, and you have read it for so long."

The message that Shi Jinghong wanted to tell Shi Tingyun has been conveyed by the messenger.

The letter was actually empty.

Lou Ying lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that Chu Ziling, who was brewing medicine outside, would hear: "General Shi is worried that Chu Ziling will open your letter?"

For the convenience of talking, Chi Xiaochi sat a little closer: "He's worrying too much. Chu Ziling is too cautious, and he doesn't have such guts."

Lou Ying: "From General Shi's point of view, there must be some."

Chi Xiaochi smiled: "Almost. After all, when the old man opened the letter, he clearly saw that the seal, wooden cylinder, and handwriting were not bad, but he was quite surprised when he blatantly said that it was addressed to Lord Aisha."

Thanks to Shi Tingyun's memory, Chi Xiaochi remembered that it was a second-rank civil servant named Aisha who secretly contacted Chu Ziling, and even remembered the location of his residence.

When Shi Tingyun was imprisoned, he clearly heard some people discussing that Mr. Aisha bought a house in a certain square on West Street, the main city of southern Xinjiang, and doubled the size of the original mansion. , and so on.

By interfering with the geomagnetism, the pigeons that were supposed to fly to southern Xinjiang went to Shi Jinghong's tent.

And the other pigeon, according to the location in Shi Tingyun's memory, flew to the home of the second-rank civil servant who was still depressed in West Street, the main city of southern Xinjiang.

When Chi Xiaochi was in the carriage, he was already fully prepared.

He wrote on the letter paper, Mr. Aisha, the matter involved in this letter is huge. Ziling used a special ink, which is difficult to distinguish with the eyes.

He also said that you only need to soak the wax into hot tea, wait for the wax to melt, spray it on the paper with water, wait for a few minutes, and the writing will appear immediately.

...a complete instruction manual for suicide.

And Chi Xiaochi had no scruples at all, and directly used Shi Tingyun's handwriting.

Lou Ying asked him: "Aren't you worried that Aisha will become suspicious after reading the handwriting?"

"People like Chu Ziling don't believe in anyone. Be careful in everything. When you die, you have to dig three graves to prepare for it." Chi Xiaochi said, "He has been a servant of Shi Tingyun for many years, and it is not uncommon for him to imitate Shi Tingyun's handwriting. Even if the letter is discovered, he can still lie that he sent the letter for Shi Tingyun, and that Shi Tingyun secretly communicated with southern Xinjiang, intending to seize power. ——The Shi family's army is indeed powerful, and he kept this hand because he wanted to Let the Shi family and the royal family separate themselves."

Lou Ying lowered her voice again: "If Aisha doesn't spray the water himself, but leaves it to his subordinates or followers..."

"Whoever he is, one poison is enough." Chi Xiaochi moved closer, "The poison will be diluted with water, and the fortune-telling of the death of the poison is bad, and the fortune-telling of the medicine is big. The master thinks that if it is discovered by the people of southern Xinjiang He poisoned the wax, so, whether Chu Ziling is a pawn that intends to betray Nanjiang, or is discovered by his master and his whereabouts are revealed, will the people of Nanjiang still dare to use him?"

"Does he know now?"

Chi Xiaochi shook his head: "I guess, his letters are sent one-way. Besides, in order to avoid people's eyes and ears, the contacts he chose to contact are not important people. A mere second-rank civil servant died of poison in his study. Things will not even spread to the battlefield, no matter what he is Aisha, Maimaiti, Hamaiti, or Hamapi."

Lou Ying reminded him: "The last one is not a surname, but a curse."

Chi Xiaochi: "...Oh."

Chi Xiaochi said again: "I know."

Lou Ying couldn't help but laugh.

"Anyway, he did the poison, and he put the poke on it with his own hands." Chi Xiaochi spread his hands and said, "I just wrote a letter of guidance, and I didn't ask him to harm anyone. It was he, Chu Ziling, who took advantage of the situation. If you break your own arm, it has nothing to do with me."

Lou Ying laughed.

He already understood Chi Xiaochi's overall plan, and successfully hooked Chi Xiaochi to the side with his bass.

Lou Ying stretched out her hand and gently put it on the index finger that he had casually placed on the side of the couch.

This action was not considered charming, but it made Chi Xiaochi blush.

... What Lou Ying hooked was exactly where he was wearing the ring.

Oddly enough, Chi Xiaochi didn't take back his hand: "Sir..."

Lou Ying smiled slightly: "I finally tricked you over."

Ever since he had a successful hookup last time, Chi Xiaochi's attitude towards Lou Ying has undergone an inexplicable change.

...It seems that I am not so afraid of him.

He took a small breath and said, "Mister is cheating."

Lou Ying liked his childish tone: "It's good to catch you."

Sitting on the footrest, Chi Xiaochi raised his chin: "What are you going to do if you catch me?"

Lou Ying said: "It's nothing, I want to watch you."

Between the two of them talking, they didn't hear a light knock on the door outside.

In the past few times, in order not to be too conspicuous, Yan Yuanheng always visited late at night, and wanted to find Shi Tingyun to drink tea and chat, but every time he was notified that the young master had already slept with the young master.

He thought to himself, it's okay if he came earlier today.

Chu Ziling at the door said that the young master must have not stopped talking with the young master inside.

Yan Yuanheng took the book of war that he had already filled with notes, confirmed that there was no problem with the chat props he had prepared, tidied up his appearance nervously, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

However, after several low calls, there was no response.

……not here?

But he did hear low human voices inside.

Yan Yuanheng lifted the curtain and went in. He froze in place as soon as he turned his gaze.

Shi Tingyun was sitting on a soft couch, staring at a sick and weak literati in a green shirt, the atmosphere was very strange.

What made him change color suddenly was Shi Tingyun's hands with that person, and his reddened side face.