This girl is a good woman, it's just that Zhao'er has a stubborn mind. She whispered to herself silently, and lovingly stroked the corners of Gong Yueyue's somewhat sad eyebrows and mouth.
"I've been gone for ten days, and I don't know what happened to Zhao'er. It's really worrying." She would say this several times every day. It wasn't that she couldn't help herself, as long as she thought about what might happen to Zhao Changyuan Any accident, the blow and pain that her sister and brother-in-law would have to bear, made her feel uneasy.
"Don't worry, Jealousy is very good at it, nothing will happen to her." Du Ruotong, a girl, although she has no abilities, fortunately she is sincere and can always go out of her way to comfort others.
Fu Yun was also sitting by the bed, rubbing Gong Yueyue's hand. His pale brows and eyes were now filled with sorrow. Thinking of Zhao Changyuan's kneeling instructions before leaving, Fu Yun felt very uncomfortable. She had a cold temperament and a rough fate. , growing up, only Gong Yueyue was the only friend who treated her sincerely and did not dislike her poverty and sharp temper. Now for the first time, she hated herself for not being good at studying and being unable to save her friends from danger. " Ruotong said. Yes, the general is both wise and courageous, and he will be able to escape unscathed from any situation. I am getting more and more worried about this girl, and I don’t know how long she can last."
Seeing that Fu Yun, who had always been calm and calm, was no longer so optimistic, Du Ruotong also panicked: "Yueyue, you better hold on, you must wait for your husband-in-law to come back!"
Tian Hai's voice paused the sorrowful atmosphere of the girls. "Miss Fu." He stood at the door and called softly, not daring to enter the house to offend.
Fu Yun walked to the door and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Master Pan wants to see you."
"knew."
Fu Yun was not surprised, because she knew that Pan Zhuqing's purpose of coming here and the person he wanted to see were not herself. It was even very likely that she would simply let Xue Jiudai pass the message like last time.
But this time she actually saw Pan Zhuqing's true form, standing in the courtyard where he had just entered the post house.
The rustle of her footsteps came closer and closer, bringing him back to reality from his troubled thoughts.
"That recipe, Yun'er handed it over to General Zhao ten days ago." Fu Yun started talking when he was a few steps away from him.
Pan Zhuqing nodded and said, "Doctor Xu has already told me, but thank you anyway."
Fu Yun still said calmly: "Yueyue's condition has not been very good these two days, and the number of people has decreased a lot, but the fetal condition is still stable."
A moment of gloom flashed across Pan Zhuqing's face, but he quickly regained his composure: "I know."
Fu Yun suddenly laughed: "Since Brother Pan knows everything, why did he come to see Yun'er?"
He took out a brocade box from his sleeve and handed it to her: "I found this medicine, please give it to Yun'er."
"This is..." She opened the box, and two small bundles of dried herbs appeared in front of her eyes, and the special fragrance also hit her nostrils.
"These are the so-called Zhu Dan, Kou Hua and Xiao Xianglan." He said calmly.
"Aren't you curious how I got it?" Pan Zhuqing couldn't help but feel curious about her coldness and calmness. This girl obviously had a warm heart, but she always pretended to be indifferent.
Fu Yun put the herbs into his sleeve, curled his lips, and said calmly: "Brother Pan has his own solution, why does Yun'er need to ask more questions."
Seeing her lack of interest, Pan Zhuqing said no more. He just turned and asked, "Is Jing Yuan here?"
"He went to the camp. He rarely comes back these days." With Zhao Changyuan away, all matters in the army were placed on the shoulders of He Yong and Pan Jingyuan. He Yong had experience, but no brains. Pan Jingyuan was wise and brave, but lacked experience, so he had to Put all your time and energy into it.
Pan Zhuqing nodded and said, "Yes. Then I'll take my leave."
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Fu Yun called out to him again: "Yun'er also has a request for Brother Pan."
"Please say."
"I have something I want to ask Brother Pan to pass on to Xue Jiu." At this point, Fu Yun noticed that Pan Zhuqing's brows were slightly raised, and there were subtle changes in his expression. He knew that his guess was correct. "I'm used to being alone, so I'd better ask him as soon as possible. Give up the idea." The last time we met, Xue Jiu looked awkward. Although Fu Yun didn't react immediately, he could guess something if he looked back and thought about it carefully.
"I will tell him." The unnatural look on Pan Zhuqing's face just flashed across his face, and then he looked calm again. "Is it because of Xiao Juan?"
Fu Yun did not answer directly, but just smiled sweetly, like a spring breeze blowing on his face: "If Yun'er likes General Xiao, will Brother Pan make the decision for Yun'er?"
An indescribable emotion came to his heart. Pan Zhuqing didn't have the time to think too much, quickly looked away, and said coldly: "If there's nothing else, I'll go ahead and take care of yourself."
The order in the army is still in good order at this moment. In addition to Zhao Jiajun's consistent rigorous style, it is naturally also inseparable from the dedicated work of Pan Ershao and He Yong in the past few days.
Evil Shao was tracing the map with He Yong when he heard the ordering soldier calling from outside: "General Pan, Mr. Pan is asking for a meeting outside the camp."
"My eldest brother?" The evil young man's hand holding the pen stopped in mid-air, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at each other with He Yong.
The messenger told him firmly: "Yes."
The evil young man dropped his pen, wiped his hands and said, "I understand, let's go now." After saying that, he strode out of the military tent.
"How strong is the wind to bring a busy man like you here?" The bad boy is still the same bad boy. No matter how long he has been restrained in the army, when he meets his acquaintances, relatives and loved ones, he will always be unruly and glib.
Pan Zhuqing's face was stern, obviously unwilling to talk nonsense with him: "I have something serious to say to you, go to my carriage."
"What's wrong? Why are you so serious?" The evil young man got on the carriage and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, as if he was about to fall asleep. In fact, he was so sleepy that he could fall asleep anytime and anywhere.
But Pan Zhuqing's words made him lose all his tiredness: "I have received news that the Liao army is very likely to use troops against us in Cangzhou these days. You must make plans early. Don't take it lightly."
The evil young man sat up straight and suppressed his smile: "Where did you get this news? Is it reliable?"
"Isn't there a well-hidden spy who has never been caught? How could it be so easy to hide the fact that your great marshal left the camp without authorization? Last night, Xue Jiu caught a spy who was planning to tip off, but there is no guarantee that there won't be a second one. The third person to deliver the news to the outside world." Pan Zhuqing, obviously because Zhao Changyuan was tricked by him, and now he is trapped in the enemy's camp. But he made up such a lie and covered himself up tightly. If there is a war in the future, he will be held responsible. It belongs to Zhao Changyuan and has nothing to do with him. Moreover, he is a kind-hearted person who took the "vaccination" in advance. His brother Pan Jingyuan is also very likely to become the savior of Cangzhou City.
Of course, the evil young man could not have guessed so much. Although he knew that his brother had many evil intentions, he never expected that he would be such a vicious character. "I understand what brother means, and we should really take precautions before it happens."
Pan Zhuqing was a little tired, but sighed with relief. "Well. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
The Mingjiao Holy Altar "Sheloman Tower" can be regarded as the brightest pearl in the desert no matter day or night. This is not only because of the charm of the building itself, but also because of the status of the Mingjiao sect in the desert. Everyone in the Central Plains knows
"The world's martial arts originated from Shaolin." In the desert, the status of Mingjiao is equal to that of Shaolin Temple. The owner of this pearl has just returned from a long journey, and his subordinates gave him an unexpected gift to help him wash away his dust.
Walking into the bottom of the tower, before he saw Zhao Changyuan himself, he started talking eloquently: "I have only been away for a few days, but I didn't expect Master Lin to give me such a big gift and invite you here."
His tone was as enthusiastic as meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.
The dungeon guard opened the cell door, and he strode in, only to see the person standing in the darkness through the dim moonlight. At this time, Zhao Changyuan was tied to a wooden pillar in a posture like Jesus was tortured, and his hands were hung by iron rings.
In mid-air, the shackles on my feet weighed a thousand kilograms. No one could escape this kind of treatment.
The leader walked up to Zhao Changyuan in three or two steps and looked at him roughly from top to bottom. Although there were no wounds or stains on his body, he seemed to have no strength at all. His tall body was only supported by iron ropes and chains.
At that moment, his hair was already loose and hanging down, blocking his face like a waterfall, as if to isolate him from the world.
The leader stretched out his hand and passed through the dark waterfall, and immediately touched a small chin. He raised his hand somewhat roughly to let the jade-like face shine again. "It is said that the water and soil of the Central Plains are good for fertility. No wonder everyone outside the Great Wall wants to squeeze
In the past, I wanted to use the word stunning to describe you. It is really not an exaggeration at all, just like your father back then." His perfect face was held in his hand, and it seemed that it would break into pieces with a little force. The leader's face was filled with tears.
He smiled, but there was no appreciation or pity in his eyes, only overflowing disgust and hatred.
Zhao Changyuan always kept his eyes closed, his face pale and dull. There was no trace of pain or anger. Only his lips were chapped and oozing blood. There was no moisture in this damn desert, not even in the dungeon.
"I forgot to introduce myself. I am the master here. My name is Gu Yuan. I am an old friend of your father. During the battle outside Yumen Pass, he was not married yet and was even younger than you are now." The leader said.
He talked to himself for a long time, but what he got in exchange was still Zhao Changyuan's despairing silence. It seemed that except for breathing, he didn't bother to make any movement.
"What, don't you have anything to say to me?" The leader turned away from his face and dusted his palms, but there was no anger in his tone. It seemed that no matter how capable he was, at least his cultivation was not bad.
Zhao Changyuan did not raise his head, still hanging his long hair in front of his eyes, but finally slowly said his first words after becoming a prisoner: "I can't beg for mercy, and I can't betray my country. You want to hear what I have to say.
What?"
Leader Gu was stunned for a moment, then immediately laughed loudly: "Okay, I expected you to be a tough guy. Zhao Xiong's son really did not disappoint me."
No one expected that his words would make Zhao Changyuan raise his head. His delicate face was looming in the black hair, and his eyes were still black and white, like the purest and brightest stars in the starry sky. "You are the great Ming Sect,
You actually used dirty tricks to capture me, so you must not be qualified to be disappointed in me." (To be continued)