Chapter 121
As the sun rose higher, Tang Peiyi strode into the courtyard where Xie Zheng lived. The guards outside the courtyard stopped him and said, "General Tang, the Marquis was drunk last night and hasn't gotten up yet."
Tang Peiyi was puzzled. Xie Zheng was well-known in the army for his heavy drinking capacity. He didn't drink much last night, so how come he was drunk?
Even though he was complaining in his heart, he still clasped his fists and said, "I heard from my subordinates that Master Li seemed to have left without saying goodbye and returned to the capital early. I thought it was a bit strange, so I came to discuss this matter with you, Lord Hou."
Although he was a rough man, he could still see clearly the power struggle between the Li Party and the Wei Party in the court. Li Huaian left without saying goodbye and did not even attend the celebration banquet last night. There must be something fishy about it.
He has now taken over the troops of Chongzhou and Jizhou. No matter whether he is on the side of Li's party or Wei's party, if he takes a wrong step, he may be doomed.
Instead of taking sides so quickly, it would be better to show goodwill to Marquis Wu'an who has stayed out of the matter.
First of all, to some extent, Marquis Wu'an was his immediate superior.
Secondly, compared to those civil officials who were unaware of the sufferings on the front lines, he felt that Wu'an Hou, who also came from a military background, could be more sympathetic to the soldiers under his command.
After hearing Tang Peiyi's intention, the guards outside the courtyard said, "Please go back and wait for a while until the Lord gets up. I will tell him later."
Tang Peiyi nodded and walked back, but he happened to run into Xie Wu who was carrying a pile of clean clothes. He remembered Xie Wu and immediately stopped him and asked, "Aren't you a personal soldier of Captain Fan? Why are you here?"
Xie Wu's expression froze slightly, and he could only make up a lie: "The captain got drunk last night and is now temporarily staying in the west compartment. I...I will find a change of clothes for the captain and bring them over."
Tang Peiyi said, "The west compartment should go that way, you have already walked to the east compartment."
Xie Wu said with a stiff face, "I am stupid and not familiar with the way to the mansion. I took the wrong way."
Tang Peiyi waved his hands and said, "Alright, alright, hurry up and send it to Captain Fan."
Xie Wu could only turn around and walk towards the west compartment holding his new clothes.
Tang Peiyi walked through a hanging flower gate and ran into Zheng Wenchang again. Zheng Wenchang bowed to him and said, "Hello, sir."
Last night, Zheng Wenchang blocked the drinking for Fan Changyu, and in the end he drank a lot and passed out at the banquet. He asked the servants to temporarily put him in the guest room in the mansion.
Tang Peiyi nodded and asked, "Wen Chang also just got up?"
Zheng Wenchang said: "I'm so ashamed. I was drunk and overslept."
Tang Peiyi hadn't eaten breakfast yet. He came to find Xie Zheng after receiving a report from his subordinates. He was about to have breakfast, so he invited Zheng Wenchang: "Have you had breakfast yet? If not, come and have some with me."
Zheng Wenchang said: "It was used in the west compartment."
When Tang Peiyi heard that Zheng Wenchang was also in the west compartment, he smiled and said, "That's a coincidence. I heard that Captain Fan was also placed there."
Zheng Wenchang frowned when he heard this and said, "The twelve rooms in the west wing are all occupied by generals from the Tiger Battalion. Captain Fan is not there?"
Tang Peiyi recalled Xie Wu carrying a set of clean clothes to the outside of Xie Zheng's hospital, and then thought of Xie Zheng's unusual decision last night, his face was full of excitement.
Seeing that Tang Peiyi didn't say anything for a while, Zheng Wenchang had to ask again, "Did General Tang hear it wrongly?"
Tang Peiyi finally mumbled, "Then I must have made a mistake."
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The wind that came from somewhere ruffled the curtains, filling the room with a warm and pleasant fragrance.
Fan Changyu was pressed between the quilts, and the other party's strong and fierce kiss made her breathless.
Besides the faint smell of blood, there was also a unique cool aura on his body, as if it was wrapped in the morning frost in the north.
What was originally just a passionate kiss had somehow changed its nature.
Xie Zheng's breathing had become heavy. He was no longer satisfied with just sucking and kissing her lips and tongue. He held her jaw with one hand and kissed from the corner of her mouth to her chin, and then down along her fragile neck.
Fan Changyu's neck was very sensitive, probably because it was the most vulnerable part of the human body, and she couldn't help shaking all over.
Xie Zheng's thin lips pressed tightly against the delicate skin on her neck; he could almost feel the blood surging beneath that layer of flesh.
His eyes darkened, and he couldn't help the urge to bite, so he held the small piece of flesh in his mouth and sucked hard until red marks appeared.
Fan Changyu was kissed until she was dazed and her whole body was hot. A big hand reached into her torn clothes. When the hot palm accidentally touched the three-inch long scar on her abdomen, she suddenly woke up, pushed Xie Zheng away, and wrapped her clothes tightly.
Xie Zheng was pushed away and was stunned for a moment before asking her, "Were you injured in the battle in Lucheng?"
Fan Changyu nodded silently.
The scar was too long, extending from above the navel to the left side of the waist. Most of the scab had fallen off, but a very obvious scar remained, with a color that was clearly different from the surrounding skin color and a twisted shape like a centipede.
She didn't care much about it before, but when Xie Zheng touched her with his palm just now, she pushed him away almost reflexively.
She couldn't explain why, but she just didn't want him to see it.
The lust in Xie Zheng's eyes had completely faded. He stared at Fan Changyu quietly and said, "Let me see."
When he visited her before, her wounds had been bandaged. He only knew that she also had a wound on her abdomen, but he didn't know how serious the injury was.
Fan Changyu felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, and lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze: "Every military commander has a few scars on his body, there's nothing to see."
She raised her hand to tie the tie on her front and changed the subject, "I'm a little hungry. I wonder if the kitchen has any food left..."
Her knotted hands were grabbed, Xie Zheng stared at her and repeated what he had just said: "Let me see."
Fan Changyu was silent for a while, and finally loosened his hands that were holding the belt.
Well, you can fool him for a while, but you can't hide it from him forever.
The uniform ochre-colored robes worn by the military generals were pulled down to the elbows and hung loosely between their arms, like shoulders cut into pieces. They were thin but not weak, and reminded people subconsciously of the rock bamboo growing out of the barren rock formations, with toughness revealed in its ruggedness.
There was a very faint tooth mark on the left collarbone, which he had left a long time ago. The chest was wrapped in plain cloth, with a seductive curve, and the waist was thin and slender, with no trace of fat between the tight muscles.
It is a more extreme kind of beauty that is different from the slender waists of the dancers. It is like aged liquor. After drinking it, you will never be able to get used to the cloying sweet soup again.
Xie Zheng's eyes fell on the centipede-like scar on her left abdomen. He stared at it in silence for a long time before reaching out to touch it and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Fan Changyu's skin had been exposed to the air for too long and was feeling a little cold. His warm fingertips touched it and it felt like an ant crawling over it, numb and itchy. She straightened her body uncomfortably.
She frowned slightly, trying to make her voice sound normal: "It's all scab-like, it doesn't hurt anymore."
After saying this, he wanted to tidy up his collar, but Xie Zheng didn't take his hand back. He half-closed his eyes so that people couldn't see his expression at that moment. He rubbed the long, fierce scar with his palm covered with a thin silk scar: "What were you thinking about when you were hurt?"
Fan Changyu recalled the dangerous situation that day and was slightly distracted for a moment. Then he smiled nonchalantly and said, "I didn't have time to think about anything. I felt that there were so many people on the opposite side. Long swords, long spears, and axes were all aimed at me. The soldiers who followed me out of the city fell one after another, but I couldn't save them. I couldn't even save myself..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the hand covering her waist suddenly tightened, and she was forcefully pulled into the arms of the man in front of her.
Her head was forced to rest on Xie Zheng's shoulder. She could clearly feel that all his muscles were tense, and the violent energy around him was so thick that the air in the room became thin.
He said hoarsely, "I am late."
Fan Changyu was slightly startled, then he hugged his slender waist soothingly, rested his face on his chest, listened to his strong heartbeat, and said slowly: "I didn't think you would come at that time. It's too far from Cannes to Lucheng. I went out of the city to delay time, just thinking that Lord He would wait until the reinforcements arrived with his body, and I would risk my life to delay for a moment. If I die in battle under the city, even if I can't overturn the verdict for my grandfather, people in the future will no longer think that the Meng family is full of villains who bring trouble to the country when they mention the Meng family."
The arm around her waist kept tightening, causing a dull pain in the bones of her waist.
Xie Zheng pressed her neck with his other hand, making her press closer to him.
Fan Changyu couldn't see the expression on his face, he only heard him say: "I won't let you face these things alone anymore."
Fan Changyu's heart was filled with joy and sadness. She raised her head and looked at him, saying seriously, "I will find out the truth of that year. Wei Yan killed my parents. He must know the secret of the Jinzhou Massacre. Now he has colluded with the rebels and almost caused Lucheng to fall into the hands of the rebels. General Tang and others all said that the Wei Party is going to fall. When I enter the capital, I will tell my true life experience in the Golden Palace and force the emperor to try Wei Yan, so that the truth of the Jinzhou Massacre 17 years ago will be revealed to the world."
Xie Zheng thought of what the Li family had done in the battle of Lucheng, and his eyes darkened. He raised his hand and gently stroked the long hair on Fan Changyu's back and said, "Wei Yan has been scheming for many years. There is another hidden story behind the Lucheng incident. The Li party is now verbally and penetratingly condemning Wei Yan, but it is still unknown who will be overthrown by then."
Fan Changyu looked confused. After a moment's hesitation, Xie Zheng finally told her that the Li family had condoned the collusion between Wei Yan's men and the enemy.
This is a trick the Li family often uses, just like the flood relief they did back then.
The more miserable the people are and the more corpses are everywhere, the greater the crime they can put on Wei Yan's head.
As soon as the condemnation of Wei Yan was made, the people were grateful to them, and people in the streets said that the Li family was the leader of the clean stream. However, they did not know that it was these clean stream people who watched their suffering and life and death with cold eyes.
After listening to this, Fan Changyu fell into silence for a long time.
"So many soldiers died outside Chongzhou and Lucheng. How can they have a clear conscience?"
After a while, she murmured softly, and clenched her hands at her sides into fists.
Taifu Li enjoyed a great reputation among the people. People all said that Wei Yan was doing evil, but Taifu Li was the only one who cared about the people.
It turns out that all good reputations are created by creating momentum.
She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Xie Zheng: "Where is Li Huaian? Did he run away?"
Xie Zheng already knew about the bad things the Li family had done, and Li Huaian was not seen at the celebration banquet last night. It was easy for Fan Changyu to think that Li Huaian might have run away.
Xie Zheng nodded calmly, and seeing how angry she was, he added, "I let him go on purpose."
Fan Changyu frowned: "Why?"
Because of the hugging posture just now, the straps on her chest were rubbed loose. Xie Zheng inadvertently lowered his eyes and saw the large area of fullness that was barely covered by the straps. His throat moved, and he looked away and said, "Let him lead my people to find someone."
Fan Changyu was completely unaware, and was still asking, "Who are you looking for?"
Xie Zhengfeng's eyes flashed with coldness: "Sui Yuanhuai, or rather, we should call him Emperor Sun Qimin."
There was so much information in this sentence that Fan Changyu was unable to react for a moment.
Did he know that the dead Sui Yuanhuai was a fake?
But how is it related to the emperor's eldest grandson?
Too many questions piled up in her mind. She finally figured it out and asked with a frown, "The emperor doesn't even have a son, so how can he have a grandson?"
After all, she had hired several aides at a high price. Although she did not remember the complicated in-laws, teacher-student relationships among the civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, she still remembered clearly how many people were in the royal family of this dynasty.
Xie Zheng choked slightly: "The eldest grandson of the emperor I'm talking about is the descendant of Prince Chengde."
Fan Changyu was even more confused: "Didn't the emperor's eldest grandson die in the fire in the East Palace seventeen years ago?"
She pondered for a moment, and soon figured out the key point. She raised her head and said hastily, "Just like it wasn't Sui Yuanhuai who died, it wasn't the emperor's eldest grandson who died in the East Palace seventeen years ago, right?"
Because she suddenly straightened her back, the shadow between the slightly loose belt appeared darker.
Xie Zheng wanted to reply to her, but the scenery he saw when he lowered his head made him unable to take his eyes away. It was as if a jar of paste had been overturned in his head, and all the blood in his body was rushing to his scalp. A feeling of hunger went straight to his spinal cord, and he wished he could swallow the person in front of him alive, mouthful by mouthful.
Noticing that there was something wrong with his eyes, Fan Changyu looked down and then reacted. He quickly closed his clothes with both hands, his face burning like a boiled shrimp.
She warned him angrily: "Don't look!"
They kissed many times, and he kissed her collarbone and shoulder, but other than that, nothing more.
Earlier, he was looking at the wound on her abdomen, with only pity in his eyes, without any distractions, so she relaxed her guard.
Xie Zheng didn't say a word. He pressed the man under the quilt and kissed him. After calming down his breathing, he raised his eyes filled with lust and aggression and said, "You will show me sooner or later."
Fan Changyu couldn't control himself and slapped the man to the ground under the bed.
Perhaps the noise was so loud that the guards outside the courtyard noticed it. One of the guards hesitated and knocked on the door, then said, "Master, a group of blood-stained riders are back."
Xie Zheng seemed to have anticipated the news reported by the personal guard. After getting up from the ground, he helped Fan Changyu pass the outer soft armor. Although he was beaten again, he was in a very good mood and said, "Don't be angry. I will take you to see the two people you want to see."
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A certain author (drinking tea): Kiss once and hit once, the character setting will not collapse
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