"Well, let's go," the old man said, "your second brother will also leave tomorrow. He is going to Cangjin, enter Songyang Camp, and start over as a soldier."
Xia Zhaoyi was stunned and looked at the old man.
The old man looked back at her, standing straight and holding a pen in his hand, "He is reading military books in Guanxing Pavilion. You might as well go and meet him."
"...Well," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I'll go find him."
After crossing the threshold, she walked a little slowly and walked out of the courtyard through the frost and snow. Instead of going directly to the Star Gazing Pavilion, she sat down on a long stone bench outside the courtyard.
The sky is very blue, the white clouds are curling up, and the sky is clear. The wind on the top of the mountain is still chilly and the sky is rustling.
What Xia Zhaoyi was facing happened to be the Jinhe Peak of the Yuanhe Sect, which was one of the tombs on the Yuanhe Sect.
Among them, many are the tombs of disciples of the Yuanhe Sect, and many are wealthy families within a radius of ten miles. They take the wind of famous mountains and famous sects as excellent Feng Shui.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at them quietly for a long time, then took a deep breath and sighed silently.
The sky and the earth are frosty and cold, and the breath turns into smoke.
She stood up and walked towards Star Gazing Pavilion.
Xia Zhaoxue is a person who is obsessed with military books. He is not only obsessed with reading, but also obsessed with writing.
But he is not a good writer. He writes intermittently, writing whatever comes to mind. In the first paragraph, he is still breaking through the siege, and in the next paragraph, he writes about how to operate the reserve food and grass.
Xia Zhaoyi once wrote and organized the chapters for him, but as her second brother, when she got interested, she would write in a flash, eloquent and flamboyant, often with bold and wild words that she could not understand.
Until Duke Dingguo went on an expedition, they failed to complete the so-called military book.
The door of Guanxing Pavilion was wide open. Xia Zhaoyi stood outside the screen and shouted "Second brother."
Xia Zhaoxue looked up from the military book, paused, and said, "I'm here."
He stood up from behind the desk and saw a girl in a long robe coming from outside the screen.
The robe that Old Sect Master Pei had specially ordered to be modified fit her slim figure quite well.
"Ah Li." Xia Zhaoxue said.
"I heard that you are going to Cangjin," Xia Zhaoyi came over and said, "You will leave tomorrow."
"Well," Xia Zhaoxue nodded, "There are bound to be many wars outside the mountains, and time waits for us not."
The main hall of Guanxing Pavilion is wide open, and their specially raised voices carry echoes, lingering in the air.
Xia Zhaoyi stepped up to the wooden steps that separated the hall from the left and right, lying in the middle. He looked up at his brother and said, "I haven't thought about where I want to go next, but I will take care of myself. My second brother doesn't have to worry about me."
.From now on, I will write a letter to you every ten days and ask someone to bring it to you. I will try my best to let you know my current situation so as not to worry about me."
Xia Zhaoxue curled his lips and smiled, saying "Okay."
Xia Zhaoyi sat down in front of his writing desk, raised his hand to pick up a few military books that he had read, flipped through them, looked at Xia Zhaoxue who was sitting back, and said, "Second brother, I have many confusions in my heart. What can I ask?"
You?"
"sure."
"Yan Qinglin's eldest brother, Yan Mozhang, he suffered the punishment for you, right?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
Xia Zhaoxue probably guessed that what she was going to ask about happened in the past two years, but he didn't expect that she would blurt out the words Yan Mozhang.
Xia Zhaoxue was slightly startled, looking at her bright snow-like eyes full of aura, he nodded slowly and said very softly, "It's not just torture, he was beheaded for me."
Although the voice is soft, it carries great weight.
Xia Zhaoyi clenched the books in her hands, put them back to their original places, and continued to ask, "Yan Qinglin's son died for his younger brother, right?"
"Yes." Xia Zhaoxue replied.
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and said no more.
After a long silence, Xia Zhaoyi said, "In the past two years, Yan Qinglin has been controlling you?"
"House arrest is a more appropriate description," Xia Zhaoxue said. "She can't force me to do anything."
"House arrest," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Second brother, you can actually escape."
"Yes," Xia Zhaoxue said with a faint smile, "that's why I'm running away now."
His smile was elegant and gentle, but Xia Zhaoyi could understand the bitterness and helplessness hidden behind this light and gentle smile.
"It's great that my second brother wants to be a soldier," Xia Zhaoyi said. "You must have lived a very hard life these past two years."
Xia Zhaoxue curled his lips and said, "It's okay."
It's just that when the accident first happened, I lost the will to continue living, the fighting spirit to get up, and the strength to continue walking.
But after all, he is still alive now.
"Second brother wanted to assassinate Li Ju before," Xia Zhaoyi said, "This is a road with no way out, you know."
"Um."
"It's not worth it."
"Well, I figured it out," Xia Zhaoxue raised his hand, gently smoothed the book in front of him, and said, "Killing him like this is nothing to him. If he dies on this throne, he is still the emperor. If he wants to
To really kill a person is to completely destroy him."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded, pleased that he could see away by himself. She wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry.
"That's great," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Second brother, I'm very happy."
"Huh?" Xia Zhaoxue looked at her.
"I'm glad you cheered up and are willing to join the army. Although I don't want to see our brothers and sisters reunited for just a few days, I am really happy to see that there is light guiding you in the future, so that you can walk forward with your head held high."
Her voice was always calm and gentle, and the autumn water in her eyes seemed to be filled with red water.
"And Yan Qinglin," Xia Zhaoyi continued, "Although my second brother has left her, I know that she will always be the knot in his heart. People should not be ungrateful and repay kindness with resentment, but second brother, what you owe is not Yan Qinglin, but
Yan Mozhang."
Xia Zhaoyi said nothing and his eyes darkened.
"Be generous to others and then repay the kindness with kindness," Xia Zhaoyi said, "She is a thoroughly evil person."
"What I said," Xia Zhaoyi lowered his head and lowered his eyes on the book, "Actually, I know that my second brother understands that although it was a tragic and wasted life, this life does not belong to Yan Qinglin. Even if it is a tragic and wasted life, he does not belong to him.
He is the son of Yan Qinglin who died for his younger brother. His life does not belong to Yan Qinglin. Yan Qinglin has no right to deal with that life."
"Second brother," Xia Zhaoyi raised her eyes and looked back at Xia Zhaoxue, "The person we owe is not Yan Qinglin. You must come out completely."
Xia Zhaoxue didn't speak. After a long time, he spoke softly and said, "Okay, I promise you..."
Xia Zhaoyi curled her lips, but before her smile spread, Xia Zhaoxue said, "Actually, there is one more thing."
"What?"
"I don't cough anymore these days," Xia Zhaoxue said, "and my hand strength has recovered a lot."
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes widened immediately and she said angrily, "She drugged you?!"
Xia Zhaoxue was slightly surprised and smiled suddenly, "Okay, Ah Li, now I understand."
Xia Zhaoyi immediately stood up and grabbed his brother's wrist.
"It's just my guess," Xia Zhaoxue looked at her thin fingertips pressing on his wrist and said, "Maybe I escaped, my temperament has broadened, and my chest is no longer depressed."
