Everything was too coincidental. As soon as I checked into the first inn, I met a bodyguard who traveled around the world and happened to know the situation in Yunzhou.

Not long after the commotion between him and Yu Qin broke out, it was reasonable for the waiter to arrive.

But when he sent Brother Chen back to his room, the man was already so drunk that he couldn't even walk. How could he arrive so quickly when he heard the noise?

This morning he deliberately chose a time when there were fewer people to go downstairs, and sure enough, he met Brother Chen again.

The other party did not offer to escort him to Yunzhou, perhaps because he was worried about appearing too deliberate. But all the coincidences from last night to this morning were deliberate enough for Yan Yunhe.

If the information revealed by Brother Chen is not false, the person behind it is trying to bring news about Yunzhou to their ears.

What is the relationship between this person and the death of Zhao Xiang, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, and whether the three hundred fire blunderbuss were involved.

Was Zhao Xiang really killed and silenced just for smuggling firecrackers? Or maybe he smuggled something even more extraordinary and lost his life.

No matter how much you think about it, it's useless, besides, isn't there a commander in front of you who knows everything and knows all the secrets of officials?

Yan Yunhe swallowed the steamed bun in two mouthfuls, raised his eyelids and looked at Yu Qin, thinking about how to speak.

As he watched, Yan Yun lost his mind. Just because Yu Qin's eating appearance was very elegant, not only did Yan Yunhe doubt that this man had been slapped with a ruler when he was learning etiquette since he was a child, so that every move he made now was so pleasing to the eye.

Yanyun He Zheng'er came from a well-known family. After staying in the military camp for eight years, he completely lost his dining etiquette.

There is no other way. If we eat with a bunch of big men, if we move a little slower, let alone the dishes, we won't even get a share of the porridge.

Yan Yunhe wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and managed to regain some of his demeanor as a young man from an aristocratic family. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yu Qin put down his spoon and said, "How are you doing?"

"What?" Yan Yunhe didn't understand.

Yu Qin kept silent during food and sleep. When he wanted to talk to Yun He at the banquet, he stopped eating and said, "Someone suspicious."

Yan Yun He was curious about how Yu Qin would deal with it: "What do you think?"

Yu Qin said nothing. He just pressed the knife on the table, with the obvious intention of killing.

Yan Yunhe was helpless: "Who among us has been to the battlefield? How can we know how to fight and kill?"

Yu Qin disagreed and said: "The rumors last night should not be spread to the capital. If they are allowed to follow, there will be future troubles."

" How did you know that if you kill this one, there won't be another one?" Yan Yunhe retorted.

He understood that Yu Qin was not afraid of the spread of rumors that the two had separated, but that as the commander of the Jinyi Guards, Yu Qin could not have anything to do with Yan Yunhe, who was the admiral of the Shenji Battalion.

Not to mention that they all hold high positions and have different positions. If there is any entanglement, the suspicion from above will be troublesome enough.

Yan Yunhe picked up the teacup in his hand and extinguished the candle next to him.

The winter morning was dark, the fire was extinguished by the water, and their corner was plunged into darkness.

In the rising green smoke, a ray of early sunshine crossed the clouds and belatedly fell on Yan Yunhe's eyebrows: "Master Yu, who in the capital knows that you and I are incompatible? If there are such rumors, don't say it's the palace. Even if you listen to it yourself, you will only find it extremely ridiculous."

Yu Qin stared at those slightly ironic eyes, as sharp as a golden knife, as if they could cut people's hearts.

"It's good that Master Yan has something in mind." Yu Qin frowned, stood up, picked up the bowl, and turned to leave.

Yan Yunhe was stunned for a moment: "Why, you've finished eating now?"

Yu Qin ignored him and left.

Yan Yunhe took a bite of the bun in embarrassment and said, "Don't you even have money for breakfast?"

After eating, the two of them took the well-fed and well-sleeped horses from the stalls, prepared some dry food, and continued on their way.

Sure enough, he felt someone following him along the way. Yan Yunhe just pretended not to know. He didn't want to act rashly before the other party revealed his purpose.

Because someone was following them, they had to speed up their progress, not taking the official road, but taking a small path.

As they walked through the forest, the night was getting darker and the horses were tired. There happened to be a dilapidated temple not far away, and the two decided to rest in the temple for the night.

Entering the temple, I saw the dilapidated statues covered with cobwebs, but it looked like a hunter had spent the night here. The ground was covered with thick straw, and there was a small pot set up in the corner.

Yan Yunhe skillfully found dead branches to light a fire, took out the meat naan from the package, roasted it briefly, and handed it to Yu Qin.

Yu Qin probably didn't expect that Yan Yunhe would take the initiative to show his kindness, and he hesitated when he took the meat naan.

"It's good to keep vigil after you're full. You'll keep watch for the first half and I'll keep watch for the second half." Yan Yunhe said.

Yu Qin took a bite of the meat naan. The skin was fragrant and the meat was thick. It was very delicious: "Do you believe me so much?"

"Is it possible that you want to attack me at night?" Yan Yunhe folded his arms and said artificially: "Master Yu "Why bother to attack at night? Just say something and I can throw myself into my arms."

Yu Qin ate the cake and didn't want to pay attention to him. Yan Yunhe took out the water bag and handed it over diligently: "It's so dry just to eat biscuits. Drink some water to moisten your throat."

Yu Qin thought it was water, but he never thought it was liquor. After one sip, he was spicy. I had to choke and cough. He choked until his face turned red and his ears were red, and his eyes were slightly moist.

He looked at Yan Yunhe in shock and anger, but the other party shrugged innocently and said: "In such a cold weather, of course I have to drink. Master Yu, the taste of burning a knife is quite good, does it warm your whole body after one sip?"

Yu Qin pursed his red lips and threw the water bag back into Yan Yunhe's arms.

Yan Yunhe was still happy at first, but when he saw Yu Qin's red eyes, he couldn't laugh for a while.

He looked away helplessly and stayed for a long time before he remembered the topic. Yan Yunhe asked, "Master Yu, have you ever heard of Zhao Xiang?"

"Zhao Xiang, the minister of the Ministry of Industry?" Yu Qin replied.

Yan Yunhe nodded: "Exactly."

Yu Qin: "Zhao Xiang took bribes and smuggled three hundred firearms by virtue of being in charge of the weapons inspection. He committed suicide in fear of crime. Don't you, Mr. Yan, know best about this matter? Why are you asking me?"

Yan Yun He picked up a branch and stirred the fire: "Zhao Xiang's case should have been tried by Dali Temple's King Yong Zai. Why did the Jin Yiwei put him in jail before the trial?"

Yu Qin said: "It is the job of the Jin Yiwei to supervise all officials. , since Wang Yong was found to have accepted bribes, he was naturally convicted according to the Jin Dynasty Code."

Yan Yunhe raised the fire to crackle: "Is it such a coincidence that Zhang Zheng petitioned for impeachment and was convicted, and Wang Yong was prepared to investigate the case. It's a crime for me to drink in the army."

Yu Qin refused to give in and said, "Master Yan, please don't change your mind."

Yan Yunhe suddenly raised the red-hot dead branch and pointed it at Yu Qin. Just move one inch closer and you can burn that face.

But he finally stopped and slowly retracted his hand: "Yes, why do I think I can talk to you."

Yan Yunhe threw away the branch, casually put the package behind his head, and lay down.

The mountains are quiet and the chirping of insects can be heard.

Yan Yunhe lay with his back to Yu Qin, looking at the tall Buddha statue. The Buddha's expression was mournful, as if he cared for the world.

He never believed in gods or Buddhas, and he survived in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield, all by faith.

At first, that belief was just a young man's spirit, his helpless anger at the situation, and some emotions that Yan Yunhe had never faced squarely.

He started to think very well, always feeling that with his martial arts skills, he would soon be able to achieve great success in battle.

However, reality slapped him hard in the face. He stayed in the frontier for eight full years, relying on General Qi's promotion to gain a foothold.

The military exploits gained through one's own flesh and blood are still vulnerable in a place like the capital city.

During these years on the border, it was not that he knew nothing about the situation in the capital, but he always thought that he could come back in time, that he could fall from the sky and become a hero.

But in reality, he can't be anyone's hero.

No one in Jingli is waiting for him to become a hero, it's just his own selfishness.

There was the sound of clothes rubbing together from behind, and a hint of the aroma of meaty naan came over. Yu Qin pinched the half-left meat naan and handed it to him.

Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was clear, he left it to him to eat.

In normal times, Yan Yunhe would definitely be flattered. Just thinking about Yu Qin and the choices he made at this moment, he felt that he was a joke, and even his mood became irritable.

He opened Yu Qin's hand, and the meaty naan rolled out and stopped in the corner, covered with dust on the ground.

Yan Yunhe sat up, stared at the naan, and whispered: "I don't want dirty things."