Chapter 148 The General's Free Meal
At night, the tent was blown loudly.
The voices of the people in the tent were very low.
In the dim light, several people sat around.
"...I harmed the Xue family army for my own selfish reasons. I have no face to see you. But justice is clear, and I met Ah Che. It was God who allowed me to escape death and bring the truth of that year to the northwest."
Wei Dashuan knelt in front of Xue Yucheng.
Wei Dashuan was over seventy years old, and Xue Yucheng was only thirty.
An elder with gray hair kneeling in front of a younger person who is thirty years old violates the order of seniority.
Logically speaking, the younger generation should help the elders before they kneel down.
But Xue Yucheng didn't.
He just had to accept Wei Dashuan's kneeling.
Xue Yucheng sat on the edge of the camp bed, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on the back of his hands.
He knew that Wei Fu had no choice back then, but how could he not feel resentful?
In the fifth year of Yongjia, he was only fourteen years old.
He raised his sword and slashed desperately in the snow.
The snow is cool.
The blood is hot.
My brother's body was as stiff as ice.
When my brother died, he was supporting himself on the ground with one hand and covering his left chest with the other hand.
The Hu man's knife went in and out of his brother's body nine times, and he even wanted to chop off his brother's head and take it back to add to his military merits.
My brother had already died, but the barbarians' swords did not stop cutting.
Xue Yucheng stood beside his brother and used his sword and body to block the enemy's sword.
He was once just a timid child. When he saw the bloody blades of the barbarians at the border, he would be afraid and tremble, and would uncontrollably want to retreat.
He asked his brother why he was not afraid.
The elder brother laughed at himself, "Of course I'm afraid too. I'm afraid of pain and death. But if we get scared and run away, the people of the Central Plains will suffer."
The sharp blade pierced Xue Yucheng's flesh. The fourteen-year-old man broke down crying and swung his sword.
Only then did he understand that no one is not afraid of death, and no one is immune to death.
But because there are things I want to protect, I would rather die than retreat.
Just like he was fighting to protect his brother's body.
Just like my brother would rather die than defend Canghan Pass.
When Wei Fu finally showed up with reinforcements, Xue Yucheng was already exhausted.
He hugged his brother's body and took out a blood-stained amulet from his brother's collar.
Xue Yucheng thought many times that if the imperial reinforcements could arrive earlier, his brother might be able to survive, and those brothers might also survive.
Just come earlier, come earlier...
Over the years, he has been investigating the events of the fifth year of Yongjia. He has suspected some forces in the capital, but has never found any concrete evidence.
In the eighth year of the Yongjia reign, the Pei family was wrongly accused of treason, but he refused to believe it. The following year, at the age of eighteen, he even entered the palace with wounds all over his body, and begged the emperor to reopen the case based on his military achievements.
"Hehe..." A shrill laugh suddenly appeared on Xue Yucheng's lips.
It turns out that no evidence is ever needed.
Even if there is evidence, there will never be a day of fair return.
The Xue family's ancestral motto is to be loyal to the emperor and protect the people.
In the future, Xue Yucheng may not be able to hold on to the first two words.
The sound of the wind outside the tent was like weeping and complaining.
Like the mournful cry of thousands of troops, it shuttles across the vast land.
Qin Xiao and Wei Dashuan slowly walked out of the tent.
The shadow grew longer and longer in the moonlight.
Qin Xiao patted Wei Dashuan on the shoulder.
Wei Dashuan took a deep breath and said, "Leopard, it's hard to deal with Yucheng. Please help Old Xue punch me."
Qin Xiao took a few steps back: "Then stand firm."
Qin Xiao swung his fist with all his might, hitting Wei Dashuan in the chest.
Even though Qin Baozi is old, he is still an old leopard.
The punch is still very powerful and aggressive.
Wei Dashuan was knocked backward and lay on his back in the snow.
Qin Xiao: "Does it hurt?"
Wei Dashuan: "It hurts quite a bit, like Lao Xue's grip."
My chest hurts so much, but the stone blocking my chest seems to have been broken.
Wei Dashuan was lying on his back with his arms and legs spread out.
There was a sky full of stars in front of him, like many pairs of eyes looking at him.
Those eyes were looking at him and also at the tent not far away.
Xue Yucheng and Hao Ren talked until late at night.
In the second half of the night, the two of them came out of the tent together.
Xue Yucheng's expression had become much calmer.
But the "Chuan" character between his eyebrows still did not relax.
Except for the occasional soldier on night duty, everything was quiet.
The tents of the Black Bandit Mountain group were set up by themselves and were located in the corner of the military camp.
Xue Yucheng followed Hao Ren into the tent and saw Xue Che already asleep inside.
He didn't even take off his cotton-padded clothes, but simply covered himself with a blanket. It seemed that he had waited too long and fell asleep.
Xue Yucheng walked lightly and sat beside his son, with a loving look in his eyes.
He placed his hand on Xue Che's head.
My son is taller, stronger, and has a darker skin tone.
But still his son.
Xue Che was not sleeping deeply. He seemed to feel someone touching his head and opened his eyes in a daze.
"Dad." Xue Che's eyes suddenly became clear and he sat up from the bed.
He only said one word, but his eyes were shining and he was obviously very happy.
But after calling "Dad", I didn't know what to say.
"I heard Che'er is practicing swordsmanship now. How is it going?"
Xue Yucheng smiled gently, and all the hostility in his previous body disappeared, as if he was an ordinary father asking his son about his homework.
Xue Che took out his peach wood sword from his luggage: "Dad, Master has taught me a unique method, and I'm now practicing..."
As Xue Che spoke, he demonstrated two moves to Xue Yucheng.
Xue Yucheng listened patiently, with a look of relief in his eyes growing more and more intense.
After Xue Che finished demonstrating his sword skills, he didn't know what to say for a moment, but then he remembered that when Zhizhi usually talked with Hao Ren and Wu Yingniang, they seemed to be talking about trivial matters.
Xue Che also spoke up: "On our way here, Zhizhi picked up a lot of things..."
He talked about some small things on the road, and Xue Yucheng listened very carefully, as if he was listening to important military matters, not missing any details.
When Xue Yucheng came out of the tent, the morning light was just breaking.
A new day begins.
The sun had not yet risen, and the stars were half hidden in the sky.
Between heaven and earth, there is a quiet and psychedelic blue.
Even the snow seemed to be dyed with a light blue.
In the light blue, there are two figures.
Qiu Jinyu and Ni Tianji were by the fire.
There was a small pot on the fire, and soup was boiling.
That's the soup I'm going to make noodles with this morning.
Xue Yucheng, who had not slept all night, walked over and was awakened by the aroma of the thick soup.
"General Xue, good morning. Would you like a bowl of soup?" Qiu Jinyu poured out a bowl of soup without waiting for Xue Yucheng to reply.
"Thank you." Xue Yucheng took the soup and took a sip.
The soup cooled quickly and became warm in my hands in a short while.
Xue Yucheng drank it all in one gulp and then returned the bowl to Qiu Jinyu.
Qiu Jinyu asked, "Would General Xue like a bowl of noodles?"
Xue Yucheng said again: "Thank you for your help."
Ni Tianji was watching from the side and his eyebrows twitched. He thought, this man is a general, why does he come here to eat soup and noodles?
Cooking is so hard for Qiu, how could he have so much time to cook for others?
"Aqiu, let me cook."
Ni Tianji wanted to take the noodles from Qiu Jinyu, but Qiu Jinyu rejected him.
Qiu Jinyu hit the hand he extended and said, "Don't burn it. This bowl is for General Xue. You can cook your own bowl later."
Ni Tianji was slapped on the hand and stood aside awkwardly.
The man in his forties looked at the noodles in the pot unwillingly, like a naughty child.
The noodles are flexible and float like gossamer threads in the soup. After cooking, they are scooped into the bowl.
Xue Yucheng took the bowl of noodles, picked up a mouthful and put it into his mouth.
Every noodle was soaked up with soup and was delicious.
It tastes very similar to what it did a decade ago.
Xue Yucheng finished his noodles, put the bowl on the ground beside him, then stood up and bowed to Qiu Jinyu properly:
"Thank you, Madam Qiu."
Qiu Jinyu and Ni Tianji were both stunned.
Qiu Jinyu: "It's nothing, it's just a bowl of noodle soup, there's no need to be so rude, General."
"I'm not thanking you for this bowl of noodles, but for your help in the northwest. If you hadn't sneaked into the Hu army camp alone to steal the military token, I'm afraid my Xue family army would have suffered even greater losses."
Xue Yucheng looked at Qiu Jinyu and smiled faintly.
"Sister Qiu, I haven't seen you for many years. Please forgive me for my poor eyesight. I only recognized you now."
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