The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

Wu Jiang's eyes rolled around, and Gu Shiwei already understood that he wanted to ramble.

So she decisively took a preemptive strike and said bluntly, "Do you think Han Shiyan can't handle these things well? If you don't say anything, Han Shiyan will rush around like a headless fly and die if he is not careful."

Wu Jiang's lips trembled, wanting to argue.

Gu Shiwei did not give him this chance, "Do you think Han Shiyan is the nephew of the official family, will he be fine?"

Wu Jiang was speechless, and his silent expression showed that Gu Shiwei guessed what he was thinking.

"A gentleman doesn't stand behind a dangerous wall. Isn't Han Shiyan on his way to the Northern Dynasty now? Wujiang, for a fool, knowing nothing is not necessarily a bad thing. Because fools do things rampantly without any need for planning and planning. consider."

"But for a smart person, walking is like walking a tightrope. A slight mistake can make a huge difference."

"You once served as a pioneer and a scout. Have you ever thought that your and Ma Hongying's well-intentioned concealment might cost Han Shiyan's life? After all, he knows nothing about the dangers around him."

Wu Jiang listened with rare seriousness.

He stopped and did not follow the mighty procession to see the second deceased.

Han Shiyan stood at the front of the team, surrounded by a large group of people and walked forward. If he wasn't tall, even the brim of his hat could not be seen.

Gu Shiwei saw that he had loosened up a bit and said while the iron was hot, "The captured person is Hongying, right?"

Wu Jiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Gu Shiwei in disbelief, "Impossible, I saw Hongying being killed with my own eyes!"

If Wu Jiang was not an actor with excellent acting skills, then what he said was not a lie. He did not know that Ma Hongying was still alive, nor did he know about the crested ibis saving people, nor did he know that his unmarried wife, Ma Hongying, whom he longed for, was the one who was killed. He wrote the murderer Mian Jin in the file.

He really knew nothing and had been trapped in that battle without getting out.

Gu Shinwei looked at the big beads of sweat on Wu Jiang's face. His face was as white as paper, and his whole person became depressed.

"Wujiang, the head can be broken but the bones can bleed but not soften. People who practice martial arts cut carrion and scrape bones to heal injuries. This is a daily routine. How can you not face it just because of the pain and treat it as a deserter before even going to the battlefield!"

Gu Shiwei said, looking at the two-story letter tower not far away, and led the dejected Wu Jiang to walk up.

"I know that thing is very painful for you, and you are not ready to mention it yet. Then why don't you listen to my story first."

Wu Jiang turned his head in confusion, looked at Gu Shiwei intently, and his pupils shrank sharply.

At some point, Gu Shiwei had rolled up her sleeves, revealing her extremely slender arms.

But the arm is not only thin, but also has many wounds that have healed and left scars. Wu Jiang himself is a martial arts practitioner. He can tell at a glance that each wound was caused by some sharp blade. At that time, he would How much bleeding, how much pain...

He had only heard about mass grave sieges before, but now that he saw the scars on Gu Shiwei's body, he had a true feeling for the suffering of the past.

"Gu family... I have medicine, I have medicine, medicine to remove scars, it's very useful..."

Wu Jiang said, hurriedly rummaging around on his body, "If this doesn't work, I'll help you find Mrs. Ma. Mrs. Ma loves beauty and has many at home..."

Gu Shiwei shook his head, "I have medicine. Li Dongyang's face can return to normal, so what does my injury mean?" "I'm afraid that if I eliminate these, I will feel that the road ahead is too difficult, and I will not have the courage to overcome all obstacles. .”

Wu Jiang's hand holding the medicine bottle froze slightly. He raised his head and looked at Gu Shiwei, "But it's obvious that you can easily deal with the Gu family..."

Gu Shiwei chuckled lightly, and she rested her elbows on the railing. It was still dark, the torches in the camp were bright, and the whole village seemed to be enveloped in the smoke of the burning objects.

"It's easy, right? Many people would think so. But I have been preparing for this for three years, and I dare not take a breath day and night."

"No medicine can cure the scars on my body. The only antidote is the truth and justice."

Wu Jiang listened, stunned for a while, and smiled bitterly.

"No matter what, there is nothing I can do to seek justice for Hongying. Because if I want to seek justice, all lives will be destroyed and the court will be turned upside down..."

Wu Jiang said, looking not far away, "Hongying and I vowed to defend this country with our own blood."

"It sounds big and empty, right? But that's what we really think. A lost head is just a scar as big as a bowl. If I die, Hongying will never marry and will take my share to fight on the battlefield. .”

"If Hongying dies, I will not remarry. I will take her to protect every inch of the country."

As Wu Jiang spoke, his eyes became distant.

At this moment, Gu Shiwei didn't notice at all that he was obviously different from usual maturity and stability. At this moment, she had already stirred up a storm in her heart. What did Wu Jiang mean by this?

What does it mean to have no way to seek justice? Need a shake-up?

Gu Shiwei felt that her throat was a little dry, and she suddenly wanted to cough. She quietly took out a pear candy from her sleeve pocket and stuffed it into her mouth.

In this world, we are not afraid of great revenge, but we are afraid of helplessness.

The spiciness of the pear candy diluted the heaviness that had risen to his throat, and Gu Shiwei felt that he could continue to be an audience again.

"Although we have never spoken about it, let alone written any splendid articles bragging about our loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. But I know that I think so, and Hongying thinks so too. We have been destined to do this since we were born. The country, dedicate everything you have.”

“That’s what I’ve always thought and always done.”

Wu Jiang said, turning to look at Gu Shiwei, he smiled naively, "Actually, I quite envy Han Shiyan. He has a great road in his heart, and he will take it no matter what."

"I originally thought I had it, but I really had no way to continue and ran away from the battlefield."

He paused and then said, "I thought I couldn't tell anyone, but I think if it's to take care of my relatives, it's not a bad idea."

"Relative Gu, do you hate the official family?"

"No matter who the real culprit is in the Flying Bird case, in the final analysis, the person who ordered your father's death was an official..."

Gu Shinwei nodded, and she looked at Wu Jiang with an indifferent expression, "I said I don't hate it, do you believe it?"

"If you haven't even cleaned up some gangsters, how can you have the nerve to go to Huashan to discuss swords?"

Wu Jiang thought for a while and sighed, "There is no such thing as the Battle of Yanmen Pass. This thing has been a fucking scam from the beginning."