Ning Xiuyun sat in front of the stone table for a day and a night, playing chess with himself.
He looked very calm, as if he was only interested in the chessboard in front of him.
The entire escort camp tried to persuade him many times but to no avail. Shen San even volunteered to go to the mountains of southwest China to look for traces of Jian Xun.
"Nonsense." Ning Xiuyun said in an indifferent tone. Although he was affected by Jian Xun's loss of contact, he would not completely lose his mind.
Jian Xun himself at least has experience in the dangerous southwest, and the escort camp, a group of northerners from Daqi who are resident in the capital, has a smaller chance of coming back alive than Jian Xun if they enter the mountains in the southwest.
Naturally, Ning Xiuyun would not let his subordinates die in vain.
"Send a team of people outside Nanjiang City to wait for him. If there is news, report back to Gu. Go down." Ning Xiuyun said softly, his tone was firm, but his whole body was tensed into a thread. He was already on the verge of getting there. Broken edges.
Shen San suddenly felt depressed. He felt that the prince was not in a state of believing that Jian Xun would come back. He was just holding his breath and waiting for news about Jian Xun.
If Jane cannot be found... Shen San doesn't even dare to think about this outcome.
Shen San took away the cold food on the stone table, and met Shen Qi who was wandering anxiously outside the hospital. When the other party saw the untouched food in his hand, his expression instantly collapsed.
She stepped forward and grabbed Shen San's collar and shook it desperately: "Think of a solution quickly. His Highness is not in good health to begin with. How can he hold on like this!"
Shen Qi lowered her voice deliberately, not wanting her negative emotions to affect her. His Highness the Crown Prince arrived in the courtyard.
The prince hadn't had any water or rice all day long, but he still remembered to wash himself. Just looking at his condition would not make anyone think that this man was on the verge of collapse.
It's like being in the best shape at all times so that someone can see him when he comes back.
Shen Qi was going crazy with anxiety, but when he saw Shen San pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, he knew that the commander had no good solution.
She became angry, turned around and left, gritting her teeth and saying: "I will kill Pei San to express my anger to His Highness. If it weren't for him..."
Pei Yan had already set off for the front line earlier today, and now he might be able to catch up if he works hard.
Before Shen Qi had gone far, she heard Shen San behind her shout: "Stop making trouble!"
Shen Qi's steps suddenly stopped, and she stood there clenching her fists and saying nothing.
Because the two of them knew very well that this was just an expression of anger towards Pei Yan.
The prince also knew this very well. Even if Pei Yan had not proposed that strategy during the discussion, Jian Xun would have chosen the most difficult task in this southern invasion.
Especially people in the escort camp can better understand this idea of winning in danger, because they have also come this way. The higher the risk, the easier it is to lose your life in the mission. Once you come back alive, what you get will far exceed the comfort level.
Shen San was the first to rise up during the bloodbath by the river that night, and he made a very similar choice to Jian Xun.
Shen San sighed and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very aware of his physical condition. He will eat before he can't hold it any longer. Remember to deliver meals every day. He also advises His Highness to go back to his room to rest. The wind is cold at night and the iron is strong. His body can't bear it."
Shen Qi turned around and looked at him, "Have you thought of a way?"
Shen San was not sure, "We can't persuade His Highness, but maybe someone else can."
The next morning, Shen San the lobbyist was invited.
Shen Qimao was sneaking around outside the courtyard, watching Shen San lead Ning Xuan into the courtyard, and was about to walk to the prince's side. She couldn't help but mutter: "Can the words of a child work?"
Shen San also holding the handle of his saber, he was also very nervous. He swallowed and tried to convince himself, "It should be okay."
Ning Xuan came to the edge of the stone table with a bound.
Ning Xiuyun didn't even hear Ning Xuan's footsteps at first, until he smelled the scent of medicine on the tip of his nose, he turned his head strangely.
Ning Xuan stood beside him and looked at the chessboard eagerly, eager to try, "Uncle! Can you teach Xuan'er how to play chess today?"
Ning Xiuyun was silent for a moment, and said hoarsely: "Okay."
Ning Xuan cheered and said in another voice He sat down on the stone bench on one side.
Ning Xiuyun took the messy Yunzi back into the chess jar and started a new game with Ning Xuan.
However, Ning Xuan immediately discovered Ning Xiuyun's absent-mindedness from the chess moves.
Ning Xuan pinched a sunspot and asked, "Uncle, aren't you happy?"
"No... I'm just a little worried about someone." Ning Xiuyun replied.
Ning Xuan rolled his eyes and immediately thought of what his mother said about the Southern Xinjiang Army's southern expedition. He suddenly realized, "I understand. Uncle Jian went on an expedition with his father. Uncle, you are worried about him."
Ning Xiuyun reluctantly raised his lips: "Yes, Xuan'er is so smart."
In the past, Ning Xuan would dance with joy after being praised by him, but this time his expression was very serious, with his hands on his hips like a little adult, complaining: "But Xuan'er thinks uncle is not smart."
Ning Xiuyun's eyes has some dry pain and dizziness. He supported his cheek with one hand and asked in a funny way: "How come Xuan'er feels like this?"
Ning Xuan said with a sullen face: "My mother told me that my father is the general who protects his family and country is very dangerous on the battlefield. Every time he sends troops to fight, some people will not come back. But Mom also said that no matter how worried you are, you must take care of yourself. Dad didn't go to war just to make Xuan'er day-long. I cry bitterly, but I hope Xuan'er can live a good life."
Ning Xiuyun was stunned and straightened up slightly. He looked at Ning Xuan and wanted to know whether Ning Xuan's words were taught by others or whether he was inspired by seeing such a decadent side of him.
Ning Xuan spoke clearly and without flinching, and when she met his gaze, her eyes were full of disapproval.
——Ning Xuan really thinks so.
However, something that a child can understand has troubled Ning Xiuyun for so long.
Ning Xiuyun didn't know whether it was love that made him vulnerable, or Jian Xun who made him vulnerable.
It made him look nothing like himself, but an indecisive stranger.
Ning Xiuyun couldn't pretend that he didn't care regardless of his conscience. He was indeed worried about Jian Xun.
After a long while, Ning Xiuyun smiled and said, "Xuan'er is right."
Ning Xuan smiled "hehe" and said, "Uncle, you have to teach Xuan'er how to play chess seriously."
Ning Xiuyun sighed: "Okay."
Ning Xiuyun's day passed in a game with Ning Xuan.
Ning Xiuyun tried to get his life on the right track and put his energy elsewhere. He could barely maintain a normal life during the day and almost completely returned to his rational self.
But when night comes and darkness envelopes him, he will let himself be immersed in boundless longing.
He asked Shen Wu to bring the little peacock back and kept it in the yard. He would occasionally write on the stone table and write some letters to Jian Xun.
The time for them to be honest with each other was too short, and Ning Xiuyun, the culprit, only felt a vague sense of real regret until then.
They could have been together for more than a month, but they went around in circles and couldn't even express their love occasionally.
That's how people are, always recalling the wrong things they did in the past in a lonely environment. Ning Xiuyun almost forced himself to recall how he used lies to deceive his lover step by step, trying to lock the other person in the trap of love. There is no escape from the cage.
He is selfish and cruel, but his fate is also fair. He is left alone to undergo heart-wrenching self-questioning and feels the pain of worrying about gains and losses.
After more than twenty days like this, Ning Xiuyun's whole body had shrunk, and the loose robes on his body became increasingly empty.
In the morning of this morning, one wave of officials came to urge the Southern Xinjiang patrol. Some said that the inspection of Southern Xinjiang was over and they should leave for Beijing. Some said that the situation in Southern Xinjiang was unstable and that in order to avoid the danger to the prince, please return to the prince immediately.
After all, I have had enough of being under the control of others in southern Xinjiang, and I want to return to my country and become a high-ranking official.
Ning Xiuyun refused, and made it clear that the prince would reward him with a batch of BMWs if he dissent again, and wished him a smooth journey back to Beijing.
Another group of civil servants were sent away. Ning Xiuyun was sitting in the courtyard. There was a piece of rice paper spread on the stone table. The figure on it turned his back to him, with a long bow on his back. His right hand was slightly raised, and a blue-feathered pigeon stood on it. On the back of his hand.
He didn't draw Jian Xun's face because he couldn't imagine what Jian Xun's expression would be like when they met again and knew the truth.
Ning Xiuyun was about to fill in a few details when he heard a rush of footsteps.
Shen San strode into the courtyard and said in a tight voice: "Your Highness, good news. The Southern Xinjiang Army has defeated the Southwest Chieftain tribe. All the Southwest Chieftains have been killed and returned to the territory of Daqi! A great victory in the Southern Expedition!"
Ning Xiuyun's heart beat suddenly sped up, he opened and closed his lips several times before finally asking: "What about him...?"
Shen San paused and considered: "The young general who sent the good news said that a group of people did successfully bypass the chieftain's stronghold. He attacked and assassinated the chieftain of the Peng family and his two sons. However, due to the counterattack of the chieftain's army, he lost his trace in the mountains of the southwest and his life and death are unknown."
"However, this subordinate believe that this must be the work of Mr. Jian. Mr. Jian is an auspicious person and celestial beings will surely be able to successfully turn disaster into good fortune."
Ning Xiuyun did not hear Shen San's words behind him. The pen in his hand suddenly fell to the table, and the ink smeared on the rice paper, soaking out and getting wet.
Shen San's heart tightened, and when he was about to persuade him, he saw the prince suddenly turning his head to look at him, with a cold light in his eyes. The prince asked: "You said that the southwest is completely under Ning Chuqing's control?"
Shen San: "Yes."
Ning Xiuyun said, "Then you tell Ning Chuqing that as long as he helps Gu find Jian Xun, he will agree to whatever he wants."
Shen San was stunned. He wanted to say that it couldn't be done, in case Ning Chu Qing's lion said loudly, "Do you want the position of prince?" Is it possible that the Prince of Daqi Jiangshan will give up his position for Young Master Jian?
But looking at the prince's firm gaze, Shen San knew that there was no room for change in this matter.
"This subordinate take orders."
At the same time, in the deep southwest mountains, Jian Xun shot the last arrow. The arrow passed through the dense branches and leaves and hit a pursuer directly between the eyebrows.
After an exclamation, the pursuers behind them seemed to realize that the enemies in the dense forest were not easy to deal with. The two leaders exchanged a few words in dialect, and then the pursuers retreated.
Jian Xun's tense nerves finally relaxed, and the few remaining comrades around him said in surprise: "They have retreated!"
Someone on the side reminded in a low voice: "Be careful! What if they come back with a kill?"
At this time, there were more than a dozen people hiding in the dense forest. They were the only survivors after this team assassinated the leader of the Peng family chieftain.
Jian Xun was breathing heavily, carrying a gray package behind him, and the blood from his forehead slid down his cheek. His energy was almost exhausted, and his vision was a little blurry at this time.
Things were not going well for them.
The deep mountains in the southwest are indeed dangerous. Jian Xun was with a team of young generals, but after only three days out, many people were killed due to the miasma in a forest.
The leading young general obviously didn't understand the situation in the deep southwest mountains. All kinds of poisonous insects and poisonous ants made them suffer. After the young general led the way in the wrong direction for the third time, Jian Xun had no choice but to stand up.
He knew how to find his way in the deep forest and how to avoid potential dangers. The further he went, the more convinced his colleagues who had previously been prejudiced against him became.
After Jian Xun led the way, they did successfully break into Tusi Village, but the leading young general was eager for quick success and took the team too deep. After the assassination was successful, they failed to withdraw in time, which almost led to the annihilation of the entire army.
Jian Xun led a familiar person to tear open the opening in the weak direction of the encirclement, allowing him and a dozen people behind him to survive.
But the current situation is not optimistic.
Jian Xun leaned on the tree trunk beside him to prevent himself from falling.
He reached into his arms and placed close to his heart a concentric knot, a jade pendant, and a Meng family badge.
He had hung these three items at his waist before, and almost lost them when he was escaping, so he simply put them in a safer place.
Jian Xun confirmed that the thing was still there, then retracted his hand and stood up, but just this small movement immediately involved the wound on his body, making him gasp.
Colleagues who were still cheering suddenly gathered around nervously.
They were able to get to this point in the pursuit all thanks to Jian Xun's leadership and his ability to drive back the pursuers with his archery skills.
But Jian Xun was also the most seriously injured among them, because after this man killed the old leader of the Peng family chieftain, he killed the leader's two sons with a knife. Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.
It was also thanks to Jian Xun that he was able to break out of the encirclement.
At this moment, this man covered in blood was almost at the end of his strength.
Everyone's faces turned gray, as if they had already seen the future where they would be trapped and die in the mountains.
On the contrary, Jian Xun stood up by himself, holding on to the tree trunk, and said: "We need to find the water source first, replenish the water, and then determine the direction according to the direction of the river. We will arrive at the river beach in a while. Please help me find some mint plants. I need to stay awake."
"Okay... okay." Someone responded quietly.
Under Jian Xun's calm gaze, everyone regained their composure.
After Jian Xun forced himself to walk three kilometers north with his colleagues, he finally fell into a coma due to serious injuries and exhaustion.
His body was terribly heavy, but his mind was still clear for a moment.
Dimly, he heard the discussions among his colleagues who were following him.
"He seems to be in bad condition. Should we continue walking with him?"
"He said before that this place is not far from the plains outside southern Xinjiang. How about we just take the Peng clan leader he is carrying?" You and your son's head, go back and share the military merits equally?"
"...Are you still human!? If it weren't for the little governor, would you be alive today?"
"Look - what is that!?"
There was a sound in my ears . There was a howl of a wolf, and amid the panic of everyone's footsteps, Jian Xun completely lost consciousness.
Jian Xun felt that he had had a long, long dream.
He dreamed that he was sitting by his father's bedside, listening to his last teachings; he dreamed that he had a quarrel with his uncle, and insisted on abandoning literature and joining the martial arts; he dreamed that he and his master were traveling to Bashu, and there were many dangers; he dreamed that he and his uncle were in danger. We met again and drank and talked happily.
He dreamed that Xuanqingguan was shocked at the sight of the dragon, and that the red candle tent was warm in the drunken wind building on the night of Shangyuan.
However, gradually, the figure hugging him under the moon gradually blurred, and another figure appeared in front of him. The other figure held a long sword in the night and reached his throat.
He missed him very much.
Who is he missing?
Jian Xun's consciousness was hazy. Sometimes he looked like Xiu Yun, and sometimes he looked like the prince.
It is said that people only face a revolving door when they are about to die. Is this the case for him now?
He vaguely felt that he had reached a warm place, and his body, which had been cold due to excessive blood loss, was also beginning to warm up. He could not feel the pain of the wound, but it seemed as if someone was gently applying a dressing on him.
The man held his hand tightly, cherishing it very much, as if it had been lost and found again.
The man guarded him for a long time, so long that Jian Xun thought that the man would not leave him, but after his consciousness fluctuated for a while, he could feel the touch on his hand disappear.
Jian Xun frowned and struggled in his daze. The sounds around him became clearer and clearer, as if someone was chatting.
"You don't know how dangerous the situation was at that time. Xiao Dutong fainted and a group of wild wolves surrounded him. But as soon as the wolf saw Xiao Dutong, he led the wolf pack and turned around again - the wolves were afraid of Xiao Dutong, you say God is not God!"
"You have to have a temper when you brag, isn't it too ridiculous? How could a wild beast be afraid of a fainted person?"
"You didn't know the danger at that time if you weren't there. If it hadn't been sent by the general later, The people who came to search the mountain found us, how can we survive."
The noisy noises around him made Jian Xun struggle to open his eyes from the embarrassment.
The first thing you see is the gray dome of the tent, which makes you dizzy.
The huge knife wound on his back seemed to be half healed. When he stood up now, the pain was far less intense than before he was unconscious.
Jian Xun looked around and found that he was in a separate camp. He was only wearing inner clothes, his wounds were well bandaged, and there was a faint smell of medicine.
Jian Xun felt a little dizzy, but he had subconsciously started to look for his important belongings. He looked around and finally found a clean coat and those three things on the low table on the other side.
The concentric knot has been soaked with blood, and the dark red color looks very old. A corner of the jade pendant has also been knocked off, but it is unknown how shiny and smooth it turned out to be. The waistband... the waistband is missing.
Jian Xun was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly remembered that the thing belonged to the Meng family. He got it from the prince. Did the prince take the thing away?
Jian Xun felt a lump in his throat, feeling a little disappointed.
He put on his coat and prepared to go out to take a look. As soon as he lifted the curtain, he saw the soldiers chatting outside the camp running in a certain direction.
Jian Xun casually grabbed a person and asked, "Brother, what happened?"
The man said with an excited expression, "You don't know yet, right? Brother Sun from the seventh camp next door broke up with his little lover. , there seems to be a quarrel, I want to go over and have a look. Are you going too?"
The man looked at the pale Jian Xun up and down, and deeply lamented that this man was really disabled, and even he was injured and still wanted to join in the fun.
He waved to Jian Xun, "Then follow me!"
Jian Xun looked at his back and hesitated for a moment, then followed him towards the direction where the crowd was gathering.
When the man saw him following him, he couldn't help but share the information with him: "Have you heard? Brother Sun's little lover has a big background. People don't like him, so they asked to be separated."
Jian Xun nodded, "I've heard a little bit about it." Before setting off to the southwest, Jian Xun heard the soldiers in his camp talk about this, but he didn't hear the details.
The man shook his head and lowered his voice and said, "It is said that the young lover is Mr. Yun from Zuifeng Tower in the past. He faked his death and ran away with him. Now that the Sun family does not recognize Brother Sun, the young lover will naturally not live a hard life with him."
As soon as the three "Master Yun" came out, Jian Xun's footsteps suddenly stopped. His eyes were shocked and he asked in disbelief: "What!?"
He suspected that he heard wrongly and stared at the soldier who spoke.
The man looked at him with a strange look on his face: "Why are you so shocked? It's no secret. Here, it's right there." The soldier reached out and pointed into the crowd. A young man in blue was grabbed by the wrist by another man, holding him tightly in a struggle.
He has a delicate appearance, with very soft facial lines and an obvious exotic charm. His peach blossom eyes are like autumn water, but the overflowing boredom in his eyes makes his temperament a little colder.
"Let go! I said we have nothing to do with each other a long time ago!"
This man looked familiar, and he was eighty-nine percent similar to the face in Jian Xun's memory, but his expression and demeanor were completely different.
Jian Xun's ears were buzzing, and he could no longer hear what the two people were arguing about. The onlookers were booing, and the coach surnamed Sun refused to let go. They seemed to have had a romantic relationship as everyone rumored.
Is this person Mr. Yun? Is he the one who asked Coach Sun to resign from the military and return home for him? Is it the reason why Zui Feng Tower is famous in Jiangcheng?
What about his Xiuyun? Where is his Xiuyun?
He was indeed lying to him, so what was true and what was false. Could it be that when he said that his heart pleased him, it was also a casual joke?
Jian Xun looked in a daze and left the place of right and wrong, almost as if he was running away.
The thoughts in his mind were twisted into a mess, and he was walking aimlessly in the camp, when the sound of flapping bird wings suddenly came to his ears.
Jian Xun looked up and saw a familiar blue-feathered pigeon flapping its wings and flying in a certain direction.
Jian Xun followed him subconsciously. The further he walked, the fewer people around him and the quieter the environment became. The little peacock flew straight to the door of the camp. The person guarding it looked more familiar, it was the prince's personal guard Shen Qi.
Shen Qi opened the curtain and the little peacock flew in.
Jian Xun looked at this scene, his pupils suddenly tightened, and he was so nervous that he almost forgot to breathe.
He walked stiffly to the door of the camp, and Shen Qi immediately spotted him.
"Master Jian. You're awake!" Shen Qi was particularly excited to see him, "His Royal Highness is waiting for you."
"...Waiting for me?" When Jian Xun muttered the question, he realized that his voice was very dry.
Shen Qi coughed lightly and said, "You'll find out when you get in."
Jian Xun's expression was complicated. Looking at Shen Qi's unnatural expression, he couldn't help but guess that this person couldn't be one of the insiders, right?
Shen Qi raised the curtain and signaled for Jian Xun to come in, and her expression turned into a polite yet awkward smile.
Jian Xun hesitated for a moment, then walked into the tent. He looked up and saw a man standing in front of a low table, with a little peacock landing on the back of his hand.
The young man was wearing a crescent-white gown, his long hair was tied loosely, and the scattered hair stuck to the side of his face. There was a blue-feathered dove standing on his white jade-like fingers.
The young man turned to look at him, with a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with surprise and anxiety. His beautiful face was no different from what he remembered, and he could even tell the difference from the Mr. Yun he had just met.
The young man lacks the charm in his gestures and is more carefree and unrestrained, like a carefree rich man.
The clothes seemed wider on him - he had lost a lot of weight.
Jian Xun pursed his lips into a straight line.
Shen Qi said that the prince was waiting for him.
But that Xiuyun was the only one in the camp.
His Xiuyun is not the young master Yun who is trapped in Zui Feng Tower, but the aloof prince Ning Yuan.
Jian Xun suddenly remembered that the prince was already twenty-one years old, but he seemed to never know what the prince's birth name was.
The young man let the little peacock fly and walked slowly to Jian Xun. The first words he spoke confirmed Jian Xun's thoughts.
"Xiao Lang." He called softly.
Jian Xun clenched his fists, "You..."
Before he could say a word, the person in front of him leaned forward, and there was a warm and soft feeling on his lips.
Jian Xun's eyes widened in shock.
Not satisfied with this level of intimacy, the other party nipped his lips a few more times. Jian Xun didn't know how to react. When they separated, his face was already flushed.
Jian Xun looked at Xiu Yun in front of him with rapid breathing, and found that one of his hands had wrapped around the other person's waist at some point.
Ning Xiuyun raised his hand and touched the side of Jian Xun's cheek. The slightly hot skin made him chuckle.
Jian Xun's adam's apple rolled several times, and he insisted on saying: "I..."
Ning Xiuyun leaned forward again, wrapping his hands around Jian Xun's waist, carefully avoiding the wounds on his back.
With lips and teeth touching each other, Jian Xun couldn't help herself under the guidance of Ning Xiuyun, and there was a sound of sticky water in the tent.
Ning Xiuyun clearly felt the big palm pinching his waist gradually tightening, and there was a dull pain.
Jian Xun seemed to be using this long and sticky kiss to vent his frustration at suddenly learning the truth.
Ning Xiuyun's waist hurt from being pinched, and his lips hurt from being rubbed by Jian Xun, but he did not take the initiative to stop. It was not until Jian Xun's violent aura gradually calmed down that a big stone fell in Ning Xiuyun's heart.
Jian Xun finally let him go with great mercy. Ning Xiuyun's waist ached and he threw himself into Jian Xun's arms. For a moment, he felt that the person who caught him was not an adult man, but a beast that had just had a feast.
Ning Xiuyun lay on Jian Xun's shoulder to calm down his breathing for a while, then straightened up, only to find that Jian Xun had been watching him, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly disappear from his arms.
The two looked at each other, and Jian Xun was obviously about to speak but hesitated.
Because he looked at those sparkling peach blossom eyes and felt soft for a moment.
——At least for now, don't ask.
Jian Xun saw such pleading in these eyes.
But Jian Xun is no longer the Jian Xun he used to be. There is one thing he must confirm with Ning Xiuyun.
Ning Xiuyun sighed in his heart, knowing that he couldn't stop it, a feeling of guilt slowly emerged.
As expected, Jian Xun finally spoke.
"You are not Mr. Yun."
Jian Xun's eyes were blazing: "So you have no one else but me, right?"
Ning Xiuyun blinked, his expression gradually becoming confused.
Is that all you want to ask?
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Finally fell off the horse! !
Next is a sweet love -
This chapter be like:
Xiu Yun: He wants to ask me why I lied to him.
Jian Xun: I am your first time, right? !