novelcrest Chapter 1293 Typhoon (1)
Chapter 1293 Typhoon (1)
Chapter 1293 Typhoon (I)
Even though he had experienced a lot of things before, cooperating with Cheng Zhouhai to set up a trap and use himself as bait to ambush a notorious grandmaster was still an extremely unfamiliar and uneasy situation for Qu Longjun.
Especially when the Tunyun Kungfu was fully launched and the malice came, Qu Longjun could clearly feel the huge fear and threat of death while fleeing, just like a human encountering a natural enemy in the wilderness. According to the descriptions of Cheng Zhouhai, Yue Fei and others, if she was caught, her life would end. Thinking of this, all she could do was grit her teeth and hold on.
When the plan succeeded, Tunyun was killed in front of everyone, Ning Ji fainted for a short time, and she had to deal with all parties, helping the military doctor bandage Ning Ji, wiping his body, and when Ning Ji woke up, she calmed him down with the professional skills she had learned in the past. It was not until she was sure that the other party was no longer angry that the fear and powerlessness finally came over her, and she hugged Ning Ji and cried loudly.
If the previous apology and flattery still had some acting involved, then the crying at this moment was a 100% expression of true feelings.
The young men and women in their prime embraced each other, affirming each other's survival and the preciousness of reality. Only then could they react more clearly that in the short afternoon, they had accomplished such a great thing in the fierce changes.
Monk Tunyun finally died.
The evening sunlight gradually broke into golden colors in the yard and also poured in through the open windows. The two kissed almost endlessly on the bed for a long time. When they finally separated, Ning Ji still held her, and explored the way of "punishment" to some extent. After the test of life and death, it was the young Mu Ai again. They both felt natural, but their faces were flushed. Ning Ji pulled the wound, and Qu Longjun lay on him, not allowing him to move.
Ning Ji praised her for her good plan, which even solved the trouble of Tunyun in one go.
"...Actually, it was all arranged by Mr. Cheng... He often seemed to be discussing things, but when he spoke, you would find that there was no better way...Xiaolong, we are far from being his opponents..."
"Hmph, that's not unusual... My father also thinks he's troublesome..." Ning Ji was unhappy, but he couldn't help but sigh afterwards, "After all, in the mansion of Grandpa Qin, the most powerful people back then were them..."
As a young and willful ordinary person, Ning Ji didn't like Cheng Zhouhai from the beginning, but if he was a soldier, looking back, the other party did catch the only flaw shown by Monk Tunyun this time. The whole thing was fierce and fast, but as soon as this great villain with superb light skills entered the game, the subsequent closing and ending were also really clean and neat. Yue Fei's flipping fist, plus the long spear in the hand of the tall man who almost didn't attack, even if he didn't arrive, Tunyun actually couldn't escape this time.
After the checkmate is defeated, the chess pieces are collected neatly.
As a counselor standing on his side, Ning Ji could only admit that the other party was powerful after seeing such a record. Except for the two of them, they were frightened and weak, and had nothing to say...
After relaxing, Qu Longjun talked to Ning Ji, and then she fell asleep in his arms. The sunset gradually turned from golden to clear red. Lying in this courtyard, the faint noise of commotion outside could no longer be heard. Ning Ji waited for her to fall asleep, then quietly got up from the bed and went to the courtyard. He smelled a little smoke. He walked through the gate of the courtyard that had not been cleaned up after the collapse, and saw a figure sitting under the eaves in the courtyard next door, making a fire. He used branches to string two pieces of meat and roasted them on the fire. Looking around, the tall man who protected Qu Longjun in the battle was not here at this time.
"This is my first time to light a fire and grill meat in the princess's mansion. I thought about it for a long time before mentioning it to Zhao Xiaosong. It's so embarrassing." The man who was grilling the meat reached out and sprinkled some spices, then started talking in the sunset.
Ning Ji cupped his hands: "Yue...Uncle Yue."
"Hey, come and sit down." Yue Fei waved at him and asked him to sit down on the steps beside him. After a while, he finally spoke, "...When the Jurchens came south, I had to be recruited and obeyed your orders. I received many teachings from you. Barbecue is one of them. The spices matched by Zhuji always whet people's appetite. It takes a little more strength to fight the enemy in the battlefield... I wonder if the barbecue recipe of the Southwest Army still tastes the same now."
“Something similar.”
"I guess I have changed my ways many times." Yue Fei laughed and raised his head while sighing. "That was in the 13th or 14th year of Jinghan. Not long after you were born, the Jurchens came to attack us... Mr. Ning went north and I didn't have time to give you a name. After the Battle of Xiacun ended and Bianliang City was relieved for the first time, everyone returned to the capital happily. I went to your home and held you in my arms. Madam Xiaochan prepared a lot of food for us. The unity and harmony of everyone at that time were as vivid as if before my eyes. That was the most high-spirited time in my life. I thought I could work under Mr. Ning and save the world..."
"..."
"… Not long after, the situation took a turn for the worse. Prime Minister Qin was imprisoned, and Mr. Ning… did the most unexpected thing… It was a little strange. We had just started fighting the Jurchens, and many people felt sorry for Prime Minister Qin. He wanted to kill the king, but he didn't take me with him. I thought about it over and over again, and he didn't even give me a hint before transferring me to another place. I was a little frustrated for a while, thinking that Mr. Ning had never opened up to me…"
"My father has said several times that he knows your character and you will not rebel with him."
"Yes." Yue Fei laughed. "When I thought about this later, I felt that Mr. Ning was really my confidant. I am a pedantic person and I still cannot agree with his approach. But after thinking about it, he has always been the most extraordinary person I have ever met in my life... Alas, in the blink of an eye, sixteen years have passed. You killed the king and rebelled, and you are feared by the world. Your martial arts are already a first-class master in the world..."
In the sunset, Ning Ji looked at the Wu Dynasty general beside him who was sighing: he was in his thirties, and years of fighting had left tiny wounds on his face that were quite common in the southwest. His appearance was originally quite heroic, but now it showed more of a reassuring calmness. However, in the light of the barbecue, Ning Ji seemed to be able to vaguely see the aura of a young general smiling, naturally, calmly and with high spirits.
When in the southwest, when his father commented on the heroes of the world, Yue Fei was always the person he favored the most. Ning Ji could even vaguely hear some respect in their tone - this was of course very strange, because when working with him, he was just one of the relatively outstanding low-level generals that his father could mobilize. With the experience that his father had along the way, his attitude towards Yue Fei was extremely special, and therefore, it left a special impression in Ning Ji's heart.
Reminiscing for a long time, the two chatted for a while in the sunset. Each of them got a piece of meat and ate while walking towards the outskirts of the princess's mansion. At this time, the other party talked about the changes in the situation in the city.
"…While you were sleeping, the big and small events in the city had almost come to an end… Pu Xingui, Chen Shuangran, together with Cao Jinlong and other bandits, attacked Yuchengcang in the north of the city. Thanks to Mr. Cheng's planning, they didn't cause much trouble…"
"Has anyone been caught?"
"Pu Xingui is dead, Chen Shuangran, Cao Jinlong and others have escaped..."
"..."
Ning Ji was slightly stunned.
Holding the barbecue, the two men walked up to the outer wall of the princess's mansion, one in front and one behind. The setting sun dyed everything in the city, near and far, red. There were two houses in the field of vision with smoke and dust rising. The water dragon team passed by and put an end to the hustle and bustle of the city.
"Pu Xingui is not important... Chen Shuangran and Cao Jinlong ran away, is this a trap?" he asked.
"It's hard to say for sure now, but Mr. Cheng has his own plans." Yue Fei said with a smile, "Now, the rebels inside and outside the city have basically lost. Pu Xingui was executed, Chen Shuangran was defeated, and His Majesty has successfully taken a concubine. After the news spreads, Fujian will not be in chaos. In addition, the things in the city have been spread out. The Monkey King you played killed Grandmaster Fan Zhong outside the city yesterday, and the young hero Long Aotian killed Tun Yun in the battle array of the Princess's Mansion today. Many people in the green forest will also stop their movements, and you will become famous all over the world."
"......Ah?" Ning Ji blinked. Sun Wukong killed Fan Zhong, and Long Aotian killed Tun Yun. Is this a good thing?
"Oh, and I've prepared a painting."
Yue Fei smiled and took out a piece of rice paper from his bosom. Ning Ji unfolded the paper and saw a simple and full scribble of two young men killing two vicious villains. Although the faces of the people could not be seen, it was indeed a style that people could remember at first sight. Ning Ji could also see that this was a painting that could be printed on newspapers after engraving.
"This was prepared by Mr. Cheng in advance and has been engraved. I guess you'll be able to see it in the newspaper tomorrow..."
Ning Ji held the painting and opened his mouth, almost dizzy with happiness, and then he remembered: "No... Before Tunyun died, he shouted your name, Uncle Yue... If many people heard it..."
"Even if it's printed in the newspaper, many people won't believe it. There will always be people who say that I was here and killed Tunyun... Let them discuss and guess about these things. It won't hurt the overall situation."
Ning Ji nodded. He looked at the painting, unable to let it go, tears welling up in his eyes. He had been out for more than a year, and had been slandered and defamed. This was the first time he appeared in such a place with a positive image. He didn't know how proud his father and mother would be when the newspaper was sent back to the southwest... He thought of the scene when he made a humble request to Cheng Zhouhai this morning. Although the other party was hateful at that time and acted as if it was "none of my business", could it be that the painting was already in his arms at that time? Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that Cheng Zhouhai was not so hateful.
"Then...what about Cheng Zhouhai..."
"He still has a lot of things to deal with. Besides, he is a little afraid of you..."
"Hehe... I'm not that unreasonable..."
"Haha."
Yue Fei laughed, then led Ning Ji forward. When they came to their senses, they had already arrived at the back door of the princess's mansion.
"I came here this time, firstly to deal with the alliance between Fan Zhong and Tun Yun, and secondly to see the son of an old friend. Now that everything has been done, I will go north tomorrow. When Mr. Cheng left, he told me two things, which I want to tell you..."
They got on the carriage and left the princess's mansion. The sun had already set, and the streets of Fuzhou were lit up with little lights. As the carriage passed through the streets, Ning Ji heard many people's voices from the hustle and bustle of the pedestrians, saying that the rebels had failed. He felt that things were not that simple, but at this time he was too lazy to think more. The carriage of the princess's mansion passed through two streets and stopped in front of a courtyard not far away. Yue Fei led him in and conveyed Cheng Zhouhai's words.
"...The first thing Mr. Cheng left behind was that although Tunyun was dead, the only person in the green forest who knew your background and might care about you was Chen Shuangran."
"...Mr. Cheng has made arrangements for her. He wants to remind you not to act rashly in the near future. He should be able to settle this matter soon."
"Well, I see."
"As for the second thing, it's here."
In the simple courtyard, there was an inconspicuous little house. Yue Fei pushed open the door and walked in. There were people in the room with an oil lamp on. One of them was the tall man - Gao Chong from the Beiwei Army. There was another woman in plain clothes and a straw hairpin in the room. She was waving a cattail leaf fan beside the bed, fanning the person lying on the bed. Ning Ji saw the person on the bed clearly, hesitated slightly, and then walked over.
That's Zuo Xingzhou.
He lay there with his eyes closed, half of his face was wrapped up, and it was obvious that he had hideous wounds. Ning Ji walked over to him, first reached out to feel his breathing and pulse, then lifted the thin blanket covering him. Under the blanket, Zuo Xingzhou was missing an arm and both legs.
"he……"
"He may not wake up."
Wherever there is war, there is a price to pay.
Ning Ji sat down on the chair beside the bed, clenched his fists and placed them on his knees, looking at him quietly.
Tears flowed.
There must be some pitiful people who have grown up but still retain their innocence, right?
Then I wish you a happy day today too.