Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

In a few days, the prototype of Dingyuan City appeared in front of them.

The red brick city is bathed in the spring sandstorm, presenting a dusty texture.

Seeing the flying cloud flag on the edge of the city from a distance, the cloud stopped and the horse stopped for a moment, and he gave a loud shout to steer the horse through the wind. The white horse galloped forward over the screaming south wind, and took the reins by the moat suspension bridge.

The horse's head raised its hooves excitedly, and with a long hiss, it spewed out a stream of warm air with a sandy smell.

Yan Yuanheng frowned, and looked back at Li Ye's book.

"That's the general's flag." Li Yeshu explained for Shi Tingyun, "The general has come to Dingyuan for inspection."

Shi Tingyun squinted and looked inside the city gate, and faintly saw a familiar figure, dismounted from his horse, and quickly ran across the lowered suspension bridge.

On the other side of the suspension bridge, Shi Jinghong stood waiting for a long time.

Shi Jinghong laughed and said, "I counted you guys to arrive today, so..."

Before he finished speaking, his son, who was already a line taller than him, threw himself into his arms and interrupted his words.

"...Suchang?"

The man in his arms buried his entire face in his arms, hugging him with his arms like iron clamps, trembling all over with force.

Shi Jinghong was stunned for a moment, then ordered: "Turn around."

Several adjutants and gatekeepers at the side followed the order, holding swords and shields, and turned around in unison.

Shi Jinghong lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

The person in his arms didn't say a word, but hugged him a little tighter.

Shi Jinghong took off the helmet of the kid in his arms, and straightened his long hair that was blown by the wind and sand.

He thought the kid was feeling sorry for his best friend who betrayed him.

Shi Jinghong didn't add a word of blame to him.

In the near forty years, a strange tenderness has accumulated in him: "Silly boy. It's a joke. Go meet the thirteenth prince with dad. If you have anything to say, it will be recorded in the evening. Dad will listen to you and talk about it. It's okay." You are allowed to cry for a stick of incense, okay?"

Shi Tingyun straightened up with all his strength, a blush from the sand appeared around his eyes: "Okay, father."

This was the third time Chi Xiaochi felt the emotions of the original owner Shi Tingyun.

But no matter which time it was, it was out of control.

Under the layers of oppressive gray waves, there are disturbing sharp reefs and dark vortexes.

The strange thing is that when he faced Chu Ziling, he restrained his emotions very well, as if he had forgotten that terrible memory, or hid it under a deeper and darker wave.

The thirteenth prince's trip, with the name of inspecting on behalf of the king, could have put on a royal air. Fortunately, Yan Yuanheng has a low-key personality. Apart from the necessary etiquette, he seldom talks about superfluous etiquette. In private, he called Shi Jinghong Uncle, after entering the city, he also said that he wanted to visit the injured General Wen Feiru and send some condolences to express his heart.

The father and son spoke in unison on this matter, saying that Wen Feiru was seriously injured and needed to rest, and it was not suitable to see guests.

The rhetoric was consistent, so Yan Yuanheng neither became suspicious nor insisted on it. He just asked someone to deliver the gift, and a few people set up camp in the city.

The young master brought a lot of things on this trip, as if he planned to stay here for a long time, Chu Ziling put some big things that were not easy to carry in the house, and put the small things in a few rattan boxes, tidying them up and making them easy to take away.

When he closed one of the rattan boxes, he lost control of his strength. After a muffled sound, he came back to his senses, pressed his hand on the rattan box, and listened to the movement outside, hoping that the person didn't hear.

Yet he still couldn't escape.

Yu Fengmian's tone was like telling a most normal boy: "Things need to be handled with care."

He gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes."

After speaking, Chu Ziling knelt down on the foot rug, and slowly exhaled the stale air in his chest.

In the past, Chu Ziling would not be so irritable when faced with mere orders.

However, not long ago, he shot down the air with full confidence. Who knows if Shi Jinghong became suspicious, did he notice his hands and feet on the wax seal?

Is my coming this time considered a self-inflicted trap?

Just in case, he thought of quietly strangling the pigeon that was specially used to send letters to southern Xinjiang to destroy the evidence, but every pigeon was carefully cultivated by the General's Mansion, and if one died for no reason, the young master must track it down , Maybe he will be punished for lax management. Besides, when he released the pigeons to Master Aisha for the first time, he failed to hide his whereabouts and was bumped into by the night patrol.

The dead pigeon, on the contrary, attracted attention.

For this reason, he tossed and turned for several nights and could not sleep. In addition to marching every day, the wind and dust became heavier, and within a few days, he became thinner and haggard.

Shi Tingyun saw it, thought that he was tired and weak, and it was not suitable for him to be around, so he asked him to come and accompany the young master, and put his things away by the way.

A young master, how does he know how much work is behind the four words "gather and place"?

Chu Ziling rested his breath on his knees, and it took him a while to calm down.

Don't worry, don't panic, it's not yet time.

He had already written to Aisha, explaining earnestly to Aisha that it would not be a matter of a day and night when they won it. He also said that it would not be convenient for them to send letters after they settled in Dingyuan City. Watchtowers are set up on the turrets of the eight gates of the city, and the guards are changed day and night, specially guarding against the secret agents in the city from delivering news to the outside.

Fortunately, he has some status in the army, as long as he tells the young master to join the inspection team, he will have a way to contact the Nanjiang spy who is stationed in the city, and find a way to pass the information out of the city.

If the young master spoils him so much, he will definitely agree.

One day, he will stand up and be the master, and he will treat the young master well.

Thinking of this, Chu Ziling felt much better, and leaned over to tidy up the messy suitcases.

But his beating heart became colder the more he cleaned it up.

Those boxes of books belonged to Yu Fengmian.

On the way, he took out the books one by one to read, but he read very fast, and now the order is all messed up, but Yu Fengmian is picky, so he gave him a catalog and asked him to sort it out in order.

For this batch of books alone, Chu Ziling spent a lot of energy and sweated to sort them out.

He wiped off his sweat, raised his eyes and looked out of the window in the twilight.

These chores should not be his job.

Where did Li Yeshu go?

After Shi Jinghong and Shi Tingyun settled Yan Yuanheng, they had a chance to talk about their father-son relationship.

Judging by his appearance, Shi Jinghong looks like a full-fledged scholar, different from Shi Tingyun's heroic spirit, his face is naturally fair, like a man of literary talent, and the wind and sand at the border only left a little trace in the corner of his eyes.When he was dressed in a long gown, the only thing that could tell his identity as a warrior was a pair of surprisingly long hands with strong muscles and bones, and the rough calluses between the fingers.

Shi Tingyun seemed to have returned to normal, he picked up the snacks on the small table and wanted to bite.

Shi Jinghong looked at him, with an unconcealed pampering tone: "The covenant before the city, doesn't it count?"

With a snack in his mouth, Shi Tingyun mumbled, "Why are you crying when you have marzipan?"

Seeing his son taking out a handkerchief as he did when he was a child, Shi Jinghong smiled helplessly: "The father of the thirteenth prince has already sent it, and these are all yours."

He knew that his son was on good terms with the thirteenth prince, and the thirteenth prince loves this kind of sweet fruit the most. He brought some desserts back to Wangcheng. His child always ate a small half and brought the most, and he always gave it to Yan Yuanheng .

This was before the age of twelve or thirteen.

Until that Chu Ziling entered the mansion, Shi Tingyun felt like a nightmare, and he was promoted in everything, even the thirteen princes had less friendship.

Shi Jinghong wanted to ask something, thought for a while, but didn't ask.

Let the children eat happily first.

At this moment, Li Yeshu came in, holding freshly brewed apocynum tea, and poured it to the two of them one by one.

The clear tea water slowly flowed down the wall of the cup.

He thought that the father and son were talking about business, so whether it was marching or pouring tea, he didn't make any unnecessary noises.

Shi Jinghong looked at him intently, and suddenly called out: "Li Yeshu?"

Li Yeshu hadn't heard his name from the general for a long time, he looked up blankly and said, "General?"

"Drawing pictures, literacy, I remember you know something."

Before he could answer, Shi Jinghong threw an old distribution map of grain stations to him: "In the past three months, the distribution of grain stations has changed greatly, and the old map will be discarded. Take this map and go to the east hall to find Sun Liangguan , he will inform you of the location of the new grain station that he has discovered, compare this map, and draw a new copy of the distribution map of the grain station, and you will be the master."

His demeanor didn't seem to take this as a big deal: "Several of my lieutenants are busy with important matters, and I can't find a more suitable candidate for a while, just you."

Infected by the general's relaxed expression, Li Yeshu's panic that had just surfaced in his heart dissipated a lot, and he answered yes with the picture in his hand, and retreated respectfully.

Shi Tingyun chewed his snacks, and said cheerfully: "Father, you have to praise Ah Shu."

Shi Jinghong asked back: "Ask him to come here to serve, isn't it because he always wants to flatter others? I just follow the trend."

Shi Tingyun cupped his hands and said, "General Shi is wise."

"To get a compliment from Suchang, it can be seen that this act of my father's heart is really in line with Suchang's heart." Shi Jinghong pressed his sword on his waist, "A Shu's affairs are settled, it's the other's turn."

Shi Tingyun looked at him suspiciously.

Shi Jinghong smiled, pressed his head and stood up.

"I know my son is pure-hearted, and I can't bear to kill my friend for many years. My father is not harsh on you. This kindness is very precious as a father. I only hope that you can cherish this childlike heart for the rest of your life and never change. Since Bring him here, and your father will execute the sentence on your behalf. The Beifu army can tolerate poor children, foreigners, and slaves, but rebellion is difficult."

Shi Jinghong stood up, still described as a literati, not even a bit less gentle: "Sit down a bit, and kill him for my father."

His hand was held down by Shi Tingyun.

Shi Jinghong looked at him, and when several eyes intertwined, the two of them understood their own thoughts in their hearts.

Shi Tingyun retracted his hands that were still stained with syrup.

Shi Jinghong sat back in his original position, handed over a handkerchief, soaked it in tea, and motioned for him to wipe his hands.

Shi Tingyun said: "I have a reason not to kill Chu Ziling for the time being, and I want to tell my father."

Shi Jinghong said softly: "Speak, father is listening."

It was the first time that the father and son sent letters to each other, and they confirmed that there was a rebellion in the general's mansion.

But Shi Tingyun's first letter was vague, and Shi Jinghong still doesn't know who is behind the scenes.

When he wrote the letter for the second time, Shi Tingyun wrote about the defensive tactics and strategies to deal with the siege of Dingyuan, and also deliberately used cinnabar to outline which part was Chu Ziling's suggestion.

Shi Tingyun didn't mention Li Ye's letter in the letter, but marked Chu Ziling with a cinnabar pen. As soon as Shi Jinghong received the letter, he knew who the traitor was, and he knew who it was, but he didn't mention it when he replied. He only talked about the great victory in Dingyuan.

When he opened the letter again, the letter addressed to Aisha in Nanjiang was the best evidence sent to him, proving that Chu Ziling had connections with foreign countries.

He didn't even need to do it himself, just throw out this letter, and Chu Ziling would be hacked to death with random axes without leaving a whole body.

Therefore, Shi Jinghong made the first move because he wanted to save Ai'er's dead body for Ai'er's sake.

He knows his child's temperament, and now Tingyun stops him, not because he wants to follow his personal relationship.

So he waited quietly for an answer.

As expected, Shi Tingyun did not disappoint him.

He paused and said, "It's useful to keep Chu Ziling. Great use."

The father and son closed the door and talked for a while, until the night fell, and the hall door was pushed open again.

When he opened the door again, Shi Jinghong's face was full of warmth, and he didn't mention the killing with a sword just now: "For my father, I ordered the kitchen to make a red-billed goose, your favorite food, and pheasant dumplings. If you are full, stop early , get up early tomorrow, and accompany the Thirteenth Prince to inspect the soldiers of Dingyuan."

Shi Tingyun seemed to let go of a concern, and finally regained some of his former vivacity: "I'll go and inform Yuan Heng!"

Shi Jinghong's expression changed: "How did my father teach you to be the Thirteenth Prince."

"Yes, the thirteenth prince, the thirteenth prince."

Shi Jinghong watched Shi Tingyun leave, and sighed helplessly.

It's all good, but it's not big or small, which is really annoying.

Fortunately, after this incident, the child still has the ability to trust others, which is the most gratifying thing.

Shi Jinghong went to the kitchen, took a food box, walked towards the inner courtyard, pushed open a hall door on the west side, and slipped in.

Inside the hall was Wen Feiru who was rumored to be "recovering from illness".

Seeing the face of the visitor, Wen Feiru, who was about to hide behind the screen, appeared immediately and complained: "General, the last general is almost suffocated."

"Be safe and don't be impatient." Shi Jinghong smiled, "Both wine and meat are prepared for you."

Wen Feiru laughed, "Let's see what it is at the end of the day.... Hey, pheasant dumplings. The young master is here."

When Shi Tingyun was mentioned, Shi Jinghong's face softened: "Yes, I arrived today."

Wen Feiru picked up two of them with his chopsticks, and threw them into his mouth: "This is it. In the past, the pheasant dumplings were precious, and the last generals couldn't get a bite. We are blessed by the major general. Please meet the major general, the last general has to thank him well."

Shi Jinghong said softly: "Don't say that. Today is for the thirteen princes to clean up the dust..."

Wen Feiru chewed the dumplings: "General, there are no outsiders now, why are you telling me this. Who in the army doesn't know that you favor the young general?"

After Shi Jinghong laughed, he frowned slightly, and brought up the business: "What's the news from the southern border?"

"Really."

Ever since Wen Feiru cheated, he heard the sound of killing outside, it was very lively, but he couldn't participate in it himself, he was too busy to scratch his heart, and Shi Jinghou asked him to hide, and the supervisors gathered from all over message.

"An official died in Southern Xinjiang. I heard it was a violent death." Wen Feiru said, "Besides, there seems to be some changes in the Pasha tribe. The old boy Pasha ran back to the main city of Southern Xinjiang.  … It stands to reason Said that the official who died was his brother-in-law, not a close relative, but he ran back to attend the funeral, I heard that Timur was very dissatisfied."

When Shi Jinghong heard the news, he was slightly shocked.

The strategy of stealing the beam and changing the pillar was really made by this kid?

Su Chang has always been straightforward, when did he have such a plan?

However, this hand borrowed a knife to kill someone really beautifully.

When Shi Jinghong thought of his son's growth in a place he didn't know, he was both happy and sad.

He thought for a while and asked: "...Am I really so partial to Suchang?"

Wen Feiru took a sip of wine and nodded repeatedly.

Shi Jinghong laughed, looking at the bright moon outside the window, thinking of his dead wife.

For her sake, it doesn't matter if you pamper Su Chang a little at home.