Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Shi Tingyun said goodbye because of military affairs.

After Yan Yuanheng led Yan Yuanzhao into his military tent and ordered Renqing to prepare the wine, the two brothers were speechless for a moment.

Yan Yuanzhao had long been used to this saw-mouthed gourd, and wandered around in the tent with his hands behind his back.

Although he was hopeless, he still habitually wanted to have some fun here.

Unexpectedly, he really found a rare thing.

In the corner of the tent, an earthen pond was dug, filled with clear water, and housed three small river turtles the size of a palm.Two black and one yellow, two black ones were swimming in the water, so leisurely, one yellow one climbed up to the shore, it didn't look very afraid of strangers, and was looking at each other curiously with Yan Yuanzhao.

Yan Yuanzhao looked at Rare, squatted down, and gently stroked its chin with his knuckles.

The little tortoise was very quiet, holding its head up and letting him play with it.

Yan Yuanzhao asked: "What is this?"

Yan Yuanheng: "Turtle."

Yan Yuanzhao: "I haven't seen a turtle yet? I haven't seen a turtle running. I've also seen turtle soup. I mean, why do you raise turtles here?"

"Su often sent."

Yan Yuanheng deliberately bit the word "Su Chang" very strongly.

Yan Yuanzhao laughed happily: "Okay, Tingyun is a good gift. If it is not well raised, you can give it to you. If it is well raised, it will be given to you."

Yan Yuanheng: "..."

Yan Yuanzhao held the fearless little yellow turtle in his palm and played with it, while Yan Yuanheng sat and drank tea.

Yan Yuanzhao was having fun, and said happily, "It's quite similar to you, and you can't even talk."

... Yan Yuanheng felt that his sixth brother was not very good at talking.

He put down the teacup and walked to Yan Yuanzhao's side.

Yan Yuanzhao teased the tortoise so much that he only gave his younger brother a squint.

Yan Yuanheng coughed lightly: "Brother Liuhuang, does Su Chang often write to you?"

Yan Yuanzhao didn't raise his head: "Ah. How?"

Yan Yuanheng: "Nothing."

Yan Yuanzhao got along well with the little yellow tortoise, took it back to the seat and continued to tease it, and even tried to feed it a drink, but Yan Yuanheng stopped him before feeding him some fresh fish.

Yan Yuanheng endured it for a while, and asked, "...what did you say in the letter?"

Yan Yuanzhao replied: "The battle situation at the border, how is your body, are you still alive? Otherwise, what else can you say?"

Yan Yuanheng lowered his eyelashes and let out a "hmm", feeling neither good nor bad.

On the other side, Yan Yuanzhao paused, then picked up a small piece of fish: "...I also talk about you occasionally."

Yan Yuanheng pricked up his ears.

Yan Yuanzhao didn't say anything: "That's all."

Yan Yuanheng said disappointedly: "...um."

The two brothers were silent for a while.

After careful consideration of his words, Yan Yuanheng tried to break the silence: "When the Sixth Brothers often exchanged letters, you may inform Yuanheng. Yuanheng should also write a letter to inform the brothers that they are safe..."

"No, for the sake of you and me, the thirteenth brother can save you a lot of trouble." Yan Yuanzhao didn't give Yan Yuanheng any face, "I want to know what it's like to correspond with you. I'll say hello to you, and you can reply to me." Thank you, we are only polite in the letter. I don't know you yet, you are the most boring."

The two brothers fell into a cold spot again.

After asking and asking, he failed to ask what he really wanted to ask.

Yan Yuanheng couldn't hold back, and finally made up his mind to stop going around in circles: "...What did Su Chang say about me in the letter?"

Yan Yuanzhao picked up the little yellow turtle and sighed, feeling bored.

Let's find Ting Yun.

This boring gourd is obviously looking for something to talk to, even if he gritted his teeth and tried to talk to him, he couldn't talk about flowers.

He didn't have the time to play brothers and sisters with Yan Yuanheng.

He stood up: "He said that Yan Yuanheng always charged forward whenever there was a war."

Yan Yuanheng nodded, feeling uncontrollable joy in his heart.

Seeing him like this from the corner of his eye, Yan Yuanzhao couldn't help becoming irritable in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to support the crown of hair, and said: "He also said that Yan Yuanheng wanted to serve the country, ordered a hundred light cavalry, chased Pasha at night, returned with his beheaded, became famous in the army, and was loved by the soldiers. But in his opinion, it was just The child is relying on his martial arts, and he is brave enough to advance, so he doesn't know what is good or bad."

Yan Yuanheng heard that the taste was not quite right, so he was taken aback.

It's not like what Shi Tingyun would say.

Yan Yuanzhao took two steps with his back turned to him, and stopped in front of the tent: "He said, he wishes you to make great achievements, and also wishes you to be greedy for life and fear death. May you be a pillar of the country, not a hero after death."

Yan Yuanheng's thoughts turned sharply, after trying to figure out who really wanted to say these words to him, he felt a slight heat in his chest.

He made a deep salute: "Thirteenth brother understands. Thank you Sixth Brother."

Yan Yuanzhao waved his hand uncomfortably.

Brothers, friends, respectful things really don't suit him.

When he was about to get out of the tent, Yan Yuanheng stopped him again from behind: "Brother Liuhuang, that little turtle was always sent to me."

Yan Yuanzhao: "..."

He just doesn't like Yan Yuanheng's rigid temperament!

Yan Yuanzhao was indignant: "It's not stewing soup with your turtle, how can you be so stingy."

Yan Yuanheng said earnestly: "This thing is my reward for beheading Pasha, and Su Chang personally went to the river to catch it for me."

Yan Yuanzhao: "..."

He held up the tortoise in disbelief, looked at the round red eyes, and marveled: "You risked your life to kill Pasha, and Shi Tingyun picked up three bastards to give you as a reward?"

Yan Yuanheng: "Yes. I like it very much."

Yan Yuanzhao was planning to put the little yellow turtle down, but when he heard this, his expression changed slightly.

He thought of the question he had asked Shi Tingyun when he was playing chess with Shi Tingyun at General Wangcheng's mansion.

"... Sixth Master wants you to be accurate, do you have a habit of breaking sleeves?"

At that time, Shi Tingyun was silent and didn't answer directly, but judging from his expression, it was obvious that he already had something in his heart.

Seeing Yan Yuanheng again this time, Yan Yuanzhao also felt that he was a little different from the past.

Thinking of this, he felt that something was wrong, so he simply stopped walking, went back and forth, took a seat at the main seat, and raised his wine glass: "Let me taste the taste of this southern Xinjiang baijiu."

Yan Yuanheng picked up the little yellow turtle, put it into the pool, and let it go to find its other two playmates.

Yan Yuanzhao drank a couple of sips of wine, propped his mouth with one hand, and played with the wine glass with one hand, seemingly unintentionally said: "...Thirteenth brother, what do you think of these days when we have been closed to Ting Yunlai?"

……

When Chi Xiaochi entered Lou Ying's tent, Lou Ying had already sat in a wheelchair, smoothing out the crumpled books page by page.

Seeing him enter, Lou Ying put the book down naturally, and then patted the armrest of the chair beside him: "Sit here."

Chi Xiaochi sat down: "Sir, I'm chattering over there."

Lou Ying said, "I called you here to talk about Chu Ziling."

Chi Xiaochi was thoughtful: "Oh——"

Lou Ying smiled: "Oh what."

Chi Xiaochi said seriously: "Practice bel canto."

Lou Ying coughed: "...Chu Ziling."

Chi Xiaochi brought the topic back on track in a serious manner: "Chu Ziling, Chu Ziling."

Chu Ziling's life is quite difficult now.

But his remorse value is still below 10 points.

The death of Pasha and Wu Yichun undoubtedly hurt him greatly, but in his heart, Aisha was not dead yet.

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if he learned of Aisha's death, to Chu Ziling, he just lost a few puppets to manipulate. There are not a few people who know that he is an undercover agent in southern Xinjiang, and he still has a lot to do. Why bother? Regret in despair?

Chi Xiaochi said to himself: "It's been two months, 'that person' should have made some moves."

Lou Ying said: "Since he is not dead, he will always come. It's just that he has been dealing with the Beifu army for the past two months. He heard that he was hit by an arrow and lost one eye. He probably came late because of his injuries." .”

Chi Xiaochi said: "I hope he can as soon as possible. The boyish heart of the thirteenth prince has been a little out of control recently, and I may not be able to hug him."

Lou Ying: "I can help you with this."

Chi Xiaochi leaned closer on purpose: "How can you help me? Tell me to come back quickly if something happens? What if I don't come back?"

Recently, he felt that he was not so afraid of Lou Ying, and sometimes he could joke with him.

Lou Ying looked directly into his eyes, tapped twice on the armrest of the wheelchair with her fingertips, and said gently and firmly: "If you didn't come back just now, I will pick you up."

Chi Xiaochi: "..."

His eyelashes drooped, he turned around Rufeng acknowledged his love, obediently shrank back to the chair, and drank water from the cup in his hand.

I don't know if it was because of Yan Ling, but after the two of them sat opposite each other for a while, a pro-military messenger hurried over and handed over a letter.

The envelope was very thick, and there were at least dozens of sheets of paper in it.

Chi Xiaochi thought it was something related to the war, so when he took it apart and glanced at it, his eyes lit up.

Lou Ying took a closer look at the light in his eyes, and she knew it in her heart.

He asked: "... came?"

After flipping through the letter hastily, Chi Xiaochi threw it on the ground and said, "Yes, it's finally here."

He pushed Lou Ying's wheelchair to a safe place, grabbed the half-drinked tea cup, and reminded Lou Ying: "Cooperate and plug your ears."

Lou Ying: "...Huh?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "I'm going to lose my temper."

After Lou Ying blocked his ears, Chi Xiaochi kicked up the armchair he was sitting on just now, picked up the teacup and threw it on the ground, smashing the teacup to pieces.

The sound was so loud that ten military tents in a radius could hear it.

Hearing the movement inside, there was a moment of silence outside.

After a while, Yan Yuanheng opened the military tent and hurried in: "What happened?"

Chi Xiaochi didn't answer, his lips were biting white, and he overturned the table without saying a word.

Yan Yuanzhao followed Yan Yuanheng into the tent. Seeing the chaos in the place, he remained calm. He first signaled his followers to push back the soldiers who heard the noise nearby, then closed the curtain, and frowned, "^What are you doing?"

Yan Yuanheng noticed a stack of letters lying on the ground, bent over to pick them up, and turned them over.

The more he turned, the uglier his expression became.

Those letters were clearly secret letters to inform Southern Xinjiang of the military situation!

Some of the papers are new and some are old. Although the date is not clearly stated on the letter, based on the content, the earliest secret letter is the Battle of Two Cities seven years ago.

That battle was originally a surprise attack that must be won.

However, the Southern Frontier Army in Shuangcheng had already made preparations, laying fire mines outside the city, severely injuring the Beifu Army, Shi Jinghong was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and almost died in the chaos.

And in that earliest letter, the surprise attack strategy was explained in detail, and it was even pointed out that the Beifu army would attack from the south of the city.

Yan Yuanzhao saw that their faces were so ugly, he couldn't help feeling suspicious, and after turning over two pages, he was shocked and angry: "...Tingyun, isn't this your handwriting?"

"This is not usual." Yan Yuanheng's face was heavy. "The structure and style of writing are exactly the same, but it is definitely not written by one person. When Su Chang writes, there are always some unusual little habits. For example, when writing the character 'Zhi', the top point At the end, it will be raised a little bit..."

Yan Yuanzhao asked: "Who sent these letters?"

Yan Yuanheng took out the top piece of letter paper: "This package of letters should be sent from the main battalion. General Shi Jinghong has already gone through it, and the attached letter says that these letters are from a South Korean soldier who came to discuss the truce. The special envoy of Xinjiang sent it personally, and frankly, they have a secret agent who is placed inside the Central Plains army...named Chu Ziling."

Yan Yuanzhao gasped, and stopped when he turned his head to look.

Shi Tingyun's shoulders were trembling, and his fingers seemed to be itchy with a burning heart, curling up and convulsing.

When Yan Yuanheng got closer, he stopped and raised his hand to grab his sleeve, but in the end he lowered his hand and stood beside him.

He thought that if he couldn't stand anymore, he could hug him faster by standing closer.

Thinking in this way, Yan Yuanheng handed the letter written by Shi Jinghong to Yan Yuanzhao, and asked him to have a look: "Now the special envoy is being detained in the main camp. People also say that he came here for peace talks with sincerity and confessed Chu Ziling's identity. To show his sincerity, he is willing to confront Chu Ziling face to face. The general at that time has already sent someone to take him to the Xiaoqi camp, so he asked Suchang to go and have a look right away."

Yan Yuanzhao read it all at a glance, and glanced at Shi Tingyun, who was pale, determined not to add insult to injury.

"People from Southern Xinjiang? They would be so kind as to catch the traitor for us?" Yan Yuanzhao frowned, "Don't sow discord, right? Whose name did the Southern Xinjiang special envoy come in?"

Lou Ying on the side said softly: "The person who sent him was Timur, but the person who asked him to deliver the letter was a deputy general from Southern Xinjiang. That person is Aisha's nephew and also Pasha's deputy general."

Yan Yuanzhao said coldly: "Can such a person believe what he says?"

Yan Yuanheng discussed the facts: "If you want to talk about murder, he can use these letters to prove that he has had liaison with foreign countries. Why should he name and murder a young soldier who joins the army? What's the benefit?"

Yan Yuanzhao was speechless, so he could only keep looking at Yan Yuanheng.

Will you look at your face?

That Chu Ziling was picked up by Shi Tingyun, and grew up together, the friendship is extraordinary.

If Chu Ziling was framed, then let him go. If he was not, how should Tingyun deal with himself?

Shi Tingyun looked as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, he looked around in a daze, and after looking around the mess, his eyes slowly gained substance.

As if confirming that this was not a dream, he ran out.

Yan Yuanzhao was startled, and chased a few steps out of the tent: "What are you doing?"

Shi Tingyun quickly pulled a good horse and sat on it: "...I will go to him personally. I want to ask him for clarification!"

……

Chu Ziling was directly dragged out of the stable.

The person who came to bring him looked at the uniforms of the Beifu army. The leader whispered a few words to Zhan Dayuan, the black tower man. The oilcloth shut his mouth hastily, threw it on the horse's back, and transported it on the road like an animal.

……What's going on here? !

Chu Ziling was speechless, frightened for a while, then calmed down again.

He has a special status and is protected by his son, so it goes without saying that he will be treated like this.

He has always had clean hands and feet, and he is confident that he will not leave any traces. Unless the people in Nanjiang return the letters he once sent, there will be no evidence to prove that he communicated with Nanjiang.

And the only flaw should be the meticulous work in the city.

Maybe the Beifu army caught a spy who happened to deliver a letter for him, and that spy confessed himself in order to survive.

This is nothing to fear.

As long as he insists that the person was framed, and the other party has no tokens and no witnesses, what can he do?

Before arriving at the destination, Chu Ziling thought up the countermeasures one by one.

When he was writing the manuscript, he suddenly heard a sound of horseshoes coming from far and near, and then, the sergeant in charge of escorting him stopped on his horse and saluted: "...Major General."

Chu Ziling's eyes lit up, he raised his head and called vaguely: "Stop..."

In the next second, Shi Tingyun, who turned over and got off the horse, kicked him off the horse's back, fell to the ground, rolled several times on the dry ground, and almost broke his neck.

Shi Tingyun couldn't help but take the whip and whip it at him.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the whip was soaked in water, and it was still salt water, so it was heavy and heavy, not to mention that Shi Tingyun was born in the army and was extremely powerful, the moment the whip tip touched his body, it hurt into the bone marrow.

Chu Ziling suffered from pain and couldn't escape, so he had to scramble to avoid it, calling vaguely: "Young master!...Jingyun, listen to my explanation, let me explain—"

Shi Tingyun, however, seemed to be crazy, whipping him recklessly, slapping him like a rain of whips, hitting his head and covering his face, one of them landed on his cheek, tearing off a piece of skin on his face!

How could Chu Ziling suffer from such a pain before, he was almost insane from the pain, and he didn't bother explaining anymore, and devoted all his energy to escaping.

During the whipping, something that he had properly hidden got loose from his body and fell on the dry land.

After Chu Ziling rolled five or six feet away, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart. He turned his head to look, and saw that Nanjiang Wang Yupei, who had proved his identity, fell out of his inner pocket while running and rolling. !

Chu Ziling's hair stood on end for a while, his mind was lost, and he rushed forward against the whip, trying to protect the jade pendant under him.

... This jade pendant must not be seen by Shi Tingyun!

If he sees it, it will be over!

However, Shi Tingyun didn't intend to look at it at all.

Or rather, he didn't see it at all.

Because in the next second, his boots stepped on the jade pendant.

...Click.

Crack cack.

Chu Ziling watched helplessly, the jade pendant wrapped in a soft handkerchief, which he had been carrying close to his body since he was a child, for fear that someone greedy for money would steal it, was torn apart at Shi Tingyun's feet, and the debris flew.

Chu Ziling was stunned on the spot, staring at Shi Tingyun's feet, and was firmly whipped by Shi Tingyun more than a dozen times before he came back to his senses. Tears and cold sweat burst out instantly, and his teeth chattered, as if the crushed It's not jade, it's his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

Shi Tingyun could still hear what he was yelling through the oilcloth stuffed in his mouth.

Chu Ziling roared with tears in his voice: "——my jade!"