Chapter 13 Fire

Author: Add coriander to crucian carp soup

Chapter 13 Fire

Thongpei never thought that one day he would become the commander of a battle.

the night before

Situ Mansion

The shadow of the candle swayed, and Wang Yun's slightly rickety figure was projected on the curtain, stretched very long.

Zhong Ping sat down on his knees, sitting upright, thinking carefully about his analysis of the movements of Li Jue's army.

"Uncle Xun once said that Marquis Wen had been victorious for several days and besieged Li Jue on the mountain."

"Li Jue at first withdrew his troops to avoid fighting, but in the past few days he frequently ordered his subordinates to harass him. When Marquis Wen sent out troops to pursue him, he retreated to the valley again, and so on."

"When things go wrong, there must be monsters. At first, I thought Li Jue's move was a ploy to tire out the troops, intending to make Marquis Wen less able to respond and use this to break out of the encirclement."

"But after careful consideration, Li Jue gave up dividing his troops and fled, returned to Xiliang, and chose to lead his troops to invade Chang'an. It became clear that this person was seeking danger and profit. He was not trying to escape by restraining Marquis Wen at this time."

"That makes sense." Wang Yun's eyelids quickly rolled up, and his eyes sunk deep into his eye sockets flashed with light.

"What do you think Li Jue's purpose is?"

Thongpei put his hands on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a dry voice.

"Peng Yue scratches Chu."

"Serve the country to conquer the world."

The candle flame danced violently.

The slender figure on the curtain bowed little by little, like a bow stretched to its extreme.

As long as you apply a little more force, it will crack.

"...serve the country to conquer the world?"

An angry blush appeared on Wang Yun's cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end it turned into a violent cough.

"Situ!"

Tanehira quickly stood up and stepped forward.

Wang Yun's phlegm surged up and he couldn't say even a single word. He just grabbed Zhong Ping's sleeves with all his strength and made a "ho ho" sound in his mouth.

Zhongping didn't care about being rude at this time, and immediately untied Wang Yun's collar, pressed his fingers on the depression above his sternum, and slowly kneaded it.

This is the Tiantu point, and massage can have the effect of clearing lung qi, eliminating phlegm and relieving cough.

Zhong Ping was isolated at home in his previous life. His mother told him that if he had a sore throat, cough with excessive phlegm, he could massage the Tiantu point twice a day to relieve the pain.

At that time, Zhongping relied on his good health and didn't think he would be yang at all, so he didn't take his mother's advice to heart. Unexpectedly, it would be useful now.

Wang Yun regained his breath, and the veins on his forehead twitched. He was still panting lowly, and there was a constant "whoosh" in his throat.

Zhong Ping got closer and could hear clearly what he said was "Han, Han..."

Zhong Ping froze in place, the tip of his nose felt sour.

"Serve the country to conquer the world"

"Serving the emperor and not obeying orders"

"Hold the emperor to order the princes"

Wang Yun was so sensitive that he almost said the seven words "serve the country to conquer the world".

He understood that if Jia Xu's plan was successful, the emperor would be completely reduced to a puppet, and the Han Dynasty would never be able to revive.

The night was dark, and the cold wind passed through the window lattice, blowing the candlelight on the stand and shaking it. The lamp was half-soaked in candle oil and rested on the edge of the candlestick. The fire at the front dimmed and was about to go out.

Wang Yun slowly stood up and walked tremblingly to the candlestick.

"Bo Heng."

Wang Yun pulled out the hairpin from his hair and squinted to identify the lamp grass in the candle oil. He fiddled with it for a long time, but still could not break the burned out wick.

He turned his head away, stared at his hands that were shaking unconsciously, was silent for a while, and let out a long sigh.

"I'm getting old, I'm getting old... people, you can't accept old age."

"Bo Heng, come here."

"Um."

Zhongpei responded in a low voice. He felt that his throat was itchy and his eyes were a little astringent.

Wang Yun took Zhong Ping's hand and pressed the hosta he had just pulled out from his head into Zhong Ping's palm.

"Go ahead and help me light this candle again."

Tanehira felt that his palms were sweating.

"I……"

He looked up at Wang Yun, at a loss, and even forgot to use humility.

Wang Yun's deep-set eyes were full of expectation. He looked at Zhong Ping lovingly and held his hand tightly.

"After all, I'm about the same age as your father. When I see you every day, it's like meeting my nephew."

"You are young and mature, calm and steady."

"When I first learned that your father had chosen the name Bo Heng for you, I still felt dissatisfied. I always felt that the word 'Holding Jin Huaiyu' should be extracted from "Huaisha" and used to choose the name."

Zhong Ping was stunned.

So, Situ, you want to give me the nickname "Gongjin"?

Wang Yun paused for a while and suddenly asked: "Bo Heng, do you think this hosta is heavy?"

Thongping subconsciously stroked the shiny hosta in his hand.

"I have no idea……"

He actually understood what Wang Yun meant.

However, he didn't think he could do it.

He felt that Wang Yun thought too highly of himself. In this life, he was only thirteen years old now. In his previous life, he was eighteen years old when he died. In both lives, he was only in his early thirties.

He has not even been severely beaten by society and knows nothing about the reality of people's hearts.

It is precisely because Tanehira knows his own worth that he has set a life goal of survival early on.

The only dangerous thing he has done in these years is to offer advice to kill Dong, but there is also a factor in this that he is sure that he will not die.

"Heavy is heavy, light is light, what don't you know?"

Wang Yun smiled.

"Bo Heng, the hairpin is in your hand."

Many images flashed through Tanehira's mind at this moment.

He recalled what Zhong Ji said to him on the day he made up his mind to assassinate Dong Zhuo.

"The Zhong family has been living in the Han Dynasty for generations. Hu'er, when you arrive in Yingchuan one day, you can temper your talents, but you must not lose the character of my Zhong family."

Xun You also risked his own life to participate in the plan to rescue Liu Bian.

"When faced with a crisis, there is no need to sacrifice one's life when one dies to repay the king."

What exactly is "righteousness"?

Tanehira took a deep breath.

Hold the hosta tightly in your hand.

Bow and salute.

"I'm not talented, but I'm willing to try my best."

Wang Yun said nothing.

He just rolled up his sleeves.

Zhongping pulled away the burned out wick, and the remaining fire touched another lamp grass and burned quickly.

The lights inside the house are as bright as day.

Wang Yun seemed to be dazzled by the sudden light. He lowered his head and covered his eyes with his sleeves.

"Situ, please retire."

Wang Yun nodded slightly, the sleeves covering the corners of his eyes were a little damp, and gradually became smudged.

On the next day, Wang Yun handed over the power of mobilizing a number of military officials to Zhong Ping.

Before Zhongping climbed up the city wall, Liu Xie secretly left the palace and met with Zhongping.
To be continued...