Zhang Feixuan and Zhang Feimo were shocked when they saw 뀪뀪껣 again.
They were especially excited when they saw the letter that 뀪뀪 wrote to them.
"This is my mother's handwriting. It's really my mother's handwriting!" Zhang Feixuan said excitedly.
The letter was very long. After reading it, Zhang Feixuan seemed to come alive.
But as they looked further back, the brothers' brows furrowed deeper.
It was because Jian Xiu mentioned in the letter about Mi Yikan and them.
Obviously, Mi Yi had not mentioned this to them.
Thinking about what he said when he last came to see them, and his expression, it seemed that there was really no malice in him.
Thinking in this way, they gradually realized that Mi Yi seemed to be indeed a little abnormal in the past two days.
"My mother told us to try to hide our index fingers tomorrow!" Zhang Feixuan spoke again after reading the letter.
Having said that, Zhang Feixuan subconsciously looked at his index finger.
Thinking back to all the things that Xiao Mi had done to them along the way, he had never been in a good mood with them.
But it cannot be denied that he did not treat them cruelly.
On the contrary, when he knew Fei Yi had a high fever, he ordered someone to invite a doctor for him.
But in the past two days, they have been treating him with disdain and disdain.
After all, he was just a guard, serving his own master.
He also has many frustrations.
As a member of the Turkic nation, the first thing he thought of was naturally their Turkic surname 땡.
Everyone has different positions, so how can they expect him to stand on their side?
It's easy for him to do what he has now.
"Fifth brother, do you think we should say thank you to him?"
It took a while for Zhang Feixuan to find his voice again.
"Well, we do owe him a favor. No matter what the result is tomorrow, I can't deny that at this moment, we have guaranteed our index finger, right?"
Zhang Feimo looked at the door of the military tent and said in a low voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps at the door.
These days, the only one who can come here is Mi Yi.
Sure enough, after a while, Mi Yi's tall figure appeared in their eyes.
뀪뀪 was very smart. When he heard the sound at the door, he hid in Zhang Feixuan's sleeve.
뀪뀪 knew very well that no matter what the reason was for Mi Yi to do this, 돗 must not let him discover his existence.
Besides, according to the analysis of the head of the family, someone like Mi Yi is not likely to betray.
If he would help the two of them, it should be because something happened between the two of them that touched him at a certain moment.
Once they discover their existence, they will never let themselves go.
Knowing that the scriptures were well hidden, Zhang Feixuan raised his head and looked straight at Mi Yi.
This time, he didn't laugh or make sarcastic remarks.
His eyes seemed calm, but they contained a faint unknown emotion.
He couldn't thank him directly because in his eyes, they didn't know what he did for them.
Zhang Feimo was not angry either, but he was older and had better control over his emotions.
"Have you eaten tonight?" Mi Yi spoke first.
"Eat, why not? Didn't you say that we're going to die anyway, so it's better to die full than hungry, isn't it?"
Zhang Feimo looked at Mi Yi and smiled bitterly.
Hearing this, Mi Yi was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that they would suddenly say such words to him.
In the past few days, no matter how much he talked to them, their attitude was always lukewarm.
But soon Mi Yi came to his senses again. He was about to die, so what was there to worry about?
Besides, they are just two children.
I don't know why, but when I heard them say such things, I felt sad again.
Zhang Feixuan seemed to see Mi Yi's reluctance, so he forced a smile and said:
"What? Do you think we are pitiful? The reason is that we have no regrets. Even if we die in front of my parents tomorrow, I will not complain to them. Tomorrow, I will only advise them to protect the family name of our Dashun Dynasty."
"As for the word death, we have been mentally prepared to accept it in the past two days."
When saying this, Zhang Feixuan's tone was very calm.
There were no sharp words, no sarcasm, and no tit-for-tat.
It was as if telling Mi Yi this fact.
Hearing this, Mi Yi didn't know what to say for a moment.
Logically speaking, he should be very happy to hear the two of them say this.
But the fact is, he was not very happy.
On the contrary, he felt more distressed about his two children.
"But Mi Yi, we still want to thank you for taking care of us along the way!"
In the end, the two brothers still couldn't help but thank Mi.
This is what they owe him. Without him, they might not be as intact as they are now.
He lowered his head to look at the bandaged leg injury, which was broken by Wei Yi's kick.
It was very painful at the time, but when they came in, Mi Yi immediately ordered someone to bandage them.
"Thank...thank me?" Mi Yi looked at the two brothers in disbelief and asked.
"Well, thank you!" Zhang Feixuan and Zhang Feimo said in unison.
Now that we have explained the beginning, it will not be difficult to explain the rest.
Besides, they owed him a thank you.
Hearing this, Mi opened his mouth, wanting to say something harsh.
But when he saw the clear eyes of the two brothers, he took back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
So he fled away from here.
When he reached the door, he left a sentence: "Take care of yourself".
In response, the two brothers did not say anything else, just looking at the back of the person who was fleeing in a panic.
Even if they died tomorrow, they would not blame him.
That night, neither of the brothers was sleepy; they did not dare to sleep.
Because they are afraid and worried, but also have a little bit of anticipation in their hearts.
I was afraid that I would die and that my parents would be implicated because of me.
At the same time, I am looking forward to seeing my parents.
But he was afraid that they would be sad to see him injured like this, and he wanted his parents to be fine.
I hope they will be happier when they see me.
What about now?
All this will be wishful thinking.
They will fight for them again, and do their best to keep them alive.
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The next day.
The morning sun sprinkled on the top of the standing military tent like blood, and the mottled military tent seemed to be weeping silently.
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