Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 15 The Tiger Falling off the Cliff
The sun was setting little by little, the wind was rustling, and the golden sunset was shining all over the courtyard. It was quiet and peaceful, and no sound from outside could come in.

Under the sky, Wen Renjun paced back and forth, muttering something in his mouth: "It will be fine, it will be fine..."

Her mind was in a mess, praying for Fu Yuanzhi not to be injured in the melee, and praying for Dongyi Mountain Lord to escape smoothly and not be caught by that "God of War"!

In such a conflicted state of mind, the mechanism clicked, and the stone wall in the courtyard opened. Wen Renjun suddenly turned around, and before he could yell out "King", he got stuck in his throat.

"Ah Jun!"

A figure rushed forward like flying, and hugged Wen Renjun into his arms, holding on tight, excited, with a huge sense of regaining what was lost.

"Brother Shi..."

Wen Renjun blinked blankly, his face was a little dazed under the golden sunset, he always felt like a dream, and everything in front of him was not real.

The long wind swept over the flowers and plants in the courtyard, and from the open secret door on the stone wall, he slowly walked out of a handsome silver robe. He was holding a long gun, bathed in the dusk, his expression was cold, his temperament was chilling, and he exuded a biting chill. .

For some reason, the first time Wen Renjun met him, four words popped up in her mind, jade-faced Shura, her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt an indescribable panic.

The jade-faced Shura gave her a cold look, approached slowly, stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and patted Fu Yuanzhi's shoulder.

"Don't hug her yet, and check to see if she has any injuries, and if she has been violated in this bandit village."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Renjuan's face turned red, he quickly pushed Fu Yuanzhi away, waved his hands eagerly and said, "No, no, I didn't suffer any injuries, I'm fine..."

Fu Yuanzhi was suffocated by Hang Ruxue's reminder, and without thinking of avoiding suspicion, he pulled Wen Renjun's arm, lifted her sleeves and looked intently.

Looking at it, I finally let go of my heart, there is still a bit of Shougong sand there, and it is as red as ever in the setting sun.

"I'm sorry, Ah Jun." Fu Yuanzhi heaved a sigh of relief.

Wen Renjun quickly withdrew his arm, put down his sleeves in a hurry, and blushed even more: "Brother Shi, I'm really fine, I didn't suffer any harm, then Dongyi Mountain Lord is actually..."

"Ah Jun, I'm late, sorry."

Following the sound, Fu Yuanzhi pulled Wen Renjun into his arms again, and hugged him tightly, without paying any attention to Hang Ruxue who was beside him. A cool silhouette.

Wen Renjun was dizzy for a moment, this was so unlike the Fu Yuanzhi she had known before, he seemed to have never experienced such strong emotions, his heart was beating extraordinarily fast, and his embrace was even hotter than fire, so he could feel the pain. She couldn't breathe.

"Don't worry, these bandits have been taken over by General Hang. If you die, if you run away, no one will lock you up. Brother Shi will take you home now. Don't be afraid anymore."

Wen Renjun's pupils shrank suddenly, and with a jolt, he pushed Fu Yuanzhi away: "Who is dead? Is it the Dongyi Mountain Lord?"

Seeing her so agitated, Fu Yuanzhi thought that she had been trapped for a long time and was too frightened, so he couldn't help feeling sorry for her secretly. When he was about to comfort her, Wen Renjun had already walked towards the silver robe.

In the setting sun, Hang Ruxue turned her head strangely, looked at the little girl with clear eyebrows in front of her, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and stroked the blood on his armor bit by bit.

He frowned slightly, thinking that the fifth Miss Wenren had misunderstood something, so he couldn't help but said lightly: "It's not my blood, it's that Dongyi Mountain Monarch's. I stabbed him in three vital points and brought my men to force him into the blood." Falling off the cliff, he was stained with a lot of blood, and now people have been sent to search for his body at the bottom of the cliff, Miss Wenren don't have to worry anymore, everything is over."

In the cold narration, Wen Renjun didn't move for a long time, just stared at the blood stains, as if lost his soul.

There was a wind blowing across the fields, raising the ends of her clothes and hair, she stood there, her slender figure was dragged extremely long, her lips moved, and she cried silently for a long time.

The big tears fell down, which surprised Hang Ruxue. Just when she was about to take back her robe, she was held tightly by that small hand, and her silent crying turned into loud crying. Tears flowed more and more violently, crying so much that Fu Yuanzhi panicked, and hurried forward to pull Wen Renjun over.

"Ajun, what's wrong with you, Ajun?"

Wen Renjun shook his head, cried loudly, and breathed in: "No, no... I just think that General Hang... is too, too powerful... Fortunately, fortunately, he was not injured... Great..."

Why does this sound so strange? Hang Ruxue coughed twice, and looked away uncomfortably.

Fu Yuanzhi felt even more distressed, assuming that Wen Renjun's abnormality was due to the panic accumulated in his heart for too long, he stepped forward and pressed her shoulders, hugged her into his arms, and put his chin on the top of her head, Coaxed softly:

"Ah Jun, everything is over, Brother Shi will never abandon you again, let go, let's go home..."

"Go home, go home..." Wen Renjun murmured, but the big beard appeared in front of his eyes, he crossed his hips and stretched out his finger to her, saying: "The most I can promise you is that I will bring you to this courtyard next year at the Flower God Festival." How about staying here for a while, maybe longer than this year?"

The three characters on the rice paper that night, Luo Qiuchi, kept lingering in front of his eyes, he was a scholar in white, he was mighty and handsome, he was proud and ambitious, he was free and unrestrained, and he was joking...

Wen Renjun suddenly felt dizzy, his chest seemed to be blocked by something, his body was on the verge of falling, he couldn't breathe, his eyes went dark, and he fell backwards without warning.

"Ah Jun!"

Fu Yuan was shocked, and before he had time to reach out, Hang Ruxue was already one step ahead of him, firmly picking him up.

The girl's long hair hangs down, her body is slender and soft, her extremely pure face is tightly closed, her eyelashes are wet, there are two lines of tear stains, her pale face looks pitiful in the setting sun.

Hang Ruxue was startled, a strange feeling rose in his heart, and he quickly handed him over to Fu Yuanzhi.

He raised his gun and turned away, watching the birds fly by in the distance, somehow, he always felt that something...was not quite right.

The carriage set off immediately, and before parting, Fu Yuanzhi bowed his hands to Hang Ruxue: "Thank you General Hang for your generous help, if it is useful to a place far away in the future, he will be bound by grass and go all out. "

Hang Ruxue was riding on the horse, with the wind blowing on his face, still wearing a white robe and silver armor, he said indifferently: "Mr. Fu, you are being polite. It is our responsibility to suppress the bandits and drive the enemy. Why do you need to say more, but Mr. Fu's "Ping Yi" "The Ten Commandments" is well written, and you don't need to thank anyone for this smooth request to suppress the bandits, just thank yourself."

Fu Yuanzhi waved his hand: "No, no, General Hang is too modest, without your "Qingzhou Garrison Retire Di Chen Love Letter", I'm afraid I can't accept this edict to suppress bandits."

According to the emperor's original method of checks and balances, the mountain bandits were wiped out, who will restrain the fierce Di people?Fu Yuanzhi had already thought of this before looking for Hang Ruxue. After talking with him in the woods, he proposed to ask him to write such a letter of love, draw up a defense map, and let his The army replaced the bandits and was stationed in Qingzhou to resist the Di tribe and protect the local people.

As Fu Yuan expected, Hang Ruxue readily agreed. This upright young general doesn't like the factional disputes between Beijing and China. He is worried about how to evade the wooing of various factions in the court after he wins the battle. He asks for a transfer. Stay away from power disputes in the imperial city.

At this time, Fu Yuanzhi was giving him a "name" with his hands, and he naturally wanted it.

In addition, he only wanted to kill the thieves and retreat the enemy, protect the country, and was more than happy to garrison Qingzhou. It can be said that Fu Yuanzhi chose him among the many generals because he had a clear understanding of his temperament.

But after all, he is the god of war with a jade face. The generation of generals in Daliang only stationed in a small Qingzhou is really too talented and useless, so Fu Yuanzhi asked Hang Ruxue to write in the petition letter that he would deploy a line of defense in the early stage and reorganize it. A good army, trained capable lieutenants, after half a year to a year, let the lieutenants take over, stay in Qingzhou for a long time, resist the Di clan, protect the people, and he, at any time the king orders, can be recalled to lead the troops to go to various places. On the battlefield, serve the country.

In fact, in other words, this is just moving Hang Ruxue to Qingzhou for defense during the free time when he stayed in Beijing and was not fighting. In this way, he can do some practical things and avoid the disturbance in Beijing , the best of both worlds.

Under Fu Yuanzhi's embellishment, this "Chen Qing Letter" has a clear silk road, and it seems that both reason and reason are equally important, and the Holy One naturally has no reason not to "release him".

Among them, Fu Yuanzhi also did some activities, finding a job for the Zhao family who had paid all the food, and asked the third son of Mr. Zhao to set off with the food escort team, and inserted a position as a school lieutenant in the army. The whole family was overjoyed, and the three young masters also strived for success in the future. With their wit and vigor, they climbed up to the post of lieutenant general, stayed in Qingzhou smoothly, made many achievements, and made the Zhao family look good in Beijing. But it's all for later.

In short, the bandit suppression ended successfully, Fu Yuanzhi brought back Wen Renjun, the Zhao family sent out the third son, Hang Ruxue got his wish, and stayed away from the disputes in the imperial city.

Everyone got what they deserved, a bad thing was mixed up by Fu Yuanzhi, and it turned the world around, and it turned into a good thing. At this time, the proud and arrogant Hang Ruxue looked at this young man with admiration.

"Mr. Fu, you really have done your best to be a teacher, and you have not insulted the lintel of the Zheng family. Thanks to you this time, I can somewhat be quiet in this borderland for a while, and I will return to Beijing to report on my work in the future. I will treat you to a drink. You How much alcohol?"

Immediately, Hang Ruxue showed a smile for the first time since he was on this journey. The sun shone on his armor, covering his whole body with a twilight.

Fu Yuanzhi also smiled back, handsome and dignified: "As many generals as there are, I will have as much as I want, and we will get together in the future, and we will never stop getting drunk."

"Okay, it's a deal!" Hang Ruxue raised his whip, with a smile in his eyes, turned around and left with two rows of soldiers, and ran into the wind, "Drive!"

After Fu Yuanzhi watched him return to Qingzhou City, he got into the carriage, sat next to Wen Renjun, and gently held her hand.

"Ah Jun, let's go home, Aunt Mei has been waiting for you."

Wen Renjun trembled, and he seemed to come back to his senses when he heard his mother's name, and nodded slowly to Fu Yuanzhi: "Okay, go home, go home and see my mother..."

She seemed to be very tired, she was in a trance all the way, and she was drowsy, which made Fu Yuanzhi very worried. After a few times when someone fell asleep, he quietly hugged that little figure on his lap, covered her with a cloak to keep warm, and gently He stroked her soft long hair.

"Ah Jun, elder brother swears that from now on, he will never abandon you again..."

When the carriage finally arrived outside the city of Shengdu, Wen Renjun lifted the curtain and looked at the row of willow trees swaying in the wind on the outskirts of the city. ,stop!"

After getting out of the car, Wen Renjun went straight to the seventh crooked-neck willow tree, followed closely by Fu Yuanzhi, feeling a little strange, but what Wen Renjun did next surprised him even more——

This normally elegant and dignified younger sister actually didn't care about her image, she put up her skirt and squatted down, digging straight into the dirt with her slender hands!

Fu Yuanzhi hurriedly stopped: "Ah Jun, dirty!"

Wen Renjun turned a deaf ear to it, digging harder with both hands, he didn't feel a piece of nail was broken, but Fu Yuanzhi was heartbroken, grabbed her hand, and in her surprised eyes, took out a snow-white Su Jin, carefully wiped off the dirt on her hands, and then wrapped her finger with broken nails, then raised her eyes to look at her, and said two words softly:

"I come."

The wind swept across the sky, and the hole under the tree was getting bigger and bigger. Soon, the thing buried in the soil showed its face, and Fu Yuanzhi's eyebrows twitched: "What is this?"

Wen Renjun trembled slightly, suppressed his beating heart, pulled the lump out of the soil, opened the oilcloth wrapped outside, and spread it on the ground to see——

Sure enough, there were only two things inside, a money bag embroidered with exquisite patterns, and a pair of long-decayed bones.

Fu Yuanzhi was slightly startled, "This, this looks... like the bones of a beast?"

Wen Renjun's palms trembled even more. He opened the purse, shook it vigorously, and suddenly a golden leaf fell under the tree, Fu Yuan's eyes became even more astonished: "Ah Jun, this... "

Wen Renjun didn't seem to be able to hear the sound of the outside world at all. She just buried her head and counted the golden leaves one by one. When she counted to the last one, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she murmured unconsciously: "Fifteen, fifteen, It's really fifteen..."

The lazy and clear voice seemed to be heard again, with a faint sarcasm on the corner of his lips: "No more, no less, exactly fifteen pieces, converted into one piece a year, wouldn't it be easy to buy out Luo Heng's 15 years of life?"

Seeing that Wen Renjun lost his heart and soul, Fu Yuanzhi couldn't help being anxious, and held her trembling hand: "Ah Jun, what's going on? What is fifteen? What's wrong with you? Who buried these things in the This?"

Without any warning, Wen Renjun hugged the corpse in the oilcloth into his arms, and tears fell down, crystal clear like beads, moistening that little head.

Fu Yuanzhi's expression changed, and he wanted to speak, but his throat rolled, and he couldn't say anything, just quietly accompanied Wen Renjun.

Dusk shrouded, the wind blew the willows, and the sadness filled the air silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Renjun's eyes were red, and he looked at Fu Yuanzhi mistyly, and said word by word: "Brother Shi, how bad do you think people's hearts can be?"

"The book never taught me that the sun...can hide blackness like ink."

(End of this chapter)