(4)
The winter breeze blew through the school grounds. There was no living thing there, only a clump of wild grass growing in the gaps between the floor tiles was swaying.
It should be said that this is deathly silence. It is easy to forget that just a moment ago, there were more than a dozen people gathered here.
Among the dozen or so people, some were complaining about the cold weather, some were secretly scolding Bai Feng for being unreasonable, and some were determined to make Bai Feng look down on them one day.
But in the blink of an eye, no matter whether he was laughing or scolding, it was gone.
Zhao Kuo originally stepped into the academy with joy, but as soon as he sat down, he was forced by an unprecedented pressure, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He thought he could sit down in front of his friends without having to be so upright. At first, Zhao Kuo just sat down with his legs spread wide. However, as time passed, he slowly realized that both Bai Feng and Murong Yan were still frightened, especially the young swordsman. He just stared at himself expressionlessly.
"They must be worried about the assassination of General Yao." Zhao Kuo understood in his heart, so he immediately corrected his sitting posture and sat upright. But seeing that Murong Yan, who was making tea and pouring water, looked leisurely and unhurried, with no intention of avoiding any secrets, he asked.
"Miss Murong, how are you doing these days?" He put on a very amiable look and said kindly: "Seeing that Miss Murong's complexion has returned to its original state, and she even thinks about putting up her hair in a bun, I feel in my heart It’s very comforting! So, you and Brother Bai will have to choose a date for your marriage? "
Murong Yan glanced at him in surprise, then she couldn't help nodding and snickering, and replied: "Why are we talking about this kind of thing again..."
"In the eyes of us Han people, when a woman puts her hair up, it is a sign of being a married woman." Zhao Kuo went on to explain.
"But my mother told me that putting your hair up represents the person you love; giving your hair to the person you love is the most intimate expression of love." Murong Yan continued in a serious tone: "Perhaps this is the custom of Xianbei people?"
Zhao Kuo continued and said with a smile: "Hahaha, every ethnic group has its own traditions. In our Yuyi Town, this situation is not unusual at all."
"Yan'er, you don't need to explain anymore." Bai Feng suddenly scolded softly: "If you keep talking like this, Brother Zhao can talk about this matter for three days and three nights."
After hearing this, Murong Yan quickly filled the tea cup in her hand, took a plate with a plate of sour cheese and sweet cake, and placed it on the low table between Zhao Kuo and Bai Feng. Finally, she sat silently beside the young swordsman.
"Brother Bai, I haven't seen you for many days. You look a lot haggard." Zhao Kuo finally took the initiative to mention the matter of General Yao and said, "It must be the stabbing of General Yao's nephew Yao Jidao. It bothers me." Have you been with me for a long time?"
"You are right." Bai Feng glanced sideways at Murong Yan, seemingly still longing for some comfort in her heart, and sighed in prayer.
Zhao Kuo said: "You are not to blame for this matter. No one expected that something unexpected would happen. We will never let others know about your accidental killing of Yao Jidao."
"I don't need you to defend me, Brother Zhao." Bai Feng adjusted his posture, straightened his body, and leaned forward slightly, which brought the distance between him and Zhao Kuo closer: "I am a sinner. I have committed a heinous crime since I killed the first person. In order to atone for my sins and to be worthy of these people who died under my hands, I must move on."
"This is what I have been thinking about for half a month." Bai Feng took a long breath and lowered his head slightly, unable to hide his disappointment and sadness.
"Ah..." Zhao Kuo sighed, gently held his forehead thoughtfully, and said: "Brother Bai, to be honest, I have never killed anyone, so I don't know how to comfort you. But, I I have seen with my own eyes people dying of hunger and rivers of blood. I know that you and I have the same goal."
"You will win this war, right?" Bai Feng continued to ask: "I will never forget, before Yao Jidao died, he called me 'senior brother'? I can't forget General Yao, when he saw me He looks as ferocious as a demon."
"Brother Bai, with your help, I will definitely win!" Zhao Kuo's resolute tone made him completely different from his previous self, "And Miss Murong, our 'Holy Lady', with your help Yuyi Town, why worry about being unable to break the siege of six towns?"
After receiving this reply, Bai Feng actually felt a little ashamed and embarrassed. He lowered his head and did not respond for a long time. When Zhao Kuo saw this, he took advantage of the victory and pursued it, and then asked: "Brother Bai, I send A-Bian a letter every day. You should know what I am asking you to solve, right?"
"Let me burn them all."
After hearing what the young swordsman said, Zhao Kuo was shocked and angry, and almost wanted to jump up on the spot, but he had the elegance of a young swordsman, and he quickly ordered him to sit back down.
"You, how could you do this?"
When Murong Yan saw the other party's furious look, she immediately offered words of comfort: "Mr. Zhao, I burned the letters in private. I was afraid that Brother Feng would be even more upset when he saw these letters, so..."
"Yan'er, you don't have to protect me like this." Bai Feng gently touched Murong Yan's shoulder, and then said to Zhao Kuo: "Brother Zhao, from now on, you can tell me who's blocking our way. But, I have my own way of doing things.”
"You and I are friends, right?" Bai Feng sneered, because he knew very well that his status was too high for him to say these words: "Hahaha, friends should be equal to each other. I have never been a servant of your Zhao family, never have been."
Zhao Kuo was very surprised by Bai Feng's description of "friends". Perhaps in his heart, there was not much difference between the so-called friends and servants. The eldest son of the Zhao family thought for a moment and finally gave the answer: "Friend... In this way, you are my best friend, Zhao Kuo."
"So, what do you want to do with the next person?"
Before Zhao Kuo finished speaking, Murong Yan keenly sensed a more dangerous signal. She immediately leaned to Bai Feng's arm, tightly hugged Bai Feng's hand that was used to wielding a sword, and asked: "You guys, what are you doing again?" Do you want to do something dangerous?"
"Yan'er, you don't have to worry. This time, I will take you with me. Didn't I promise you before?" Bai Feng showed a rare warm smile to Murong Yan, which awakened people's hearts like the bright morning sun. When Murong Yan saw the young swordsman like this, she naturally felt deeply honored and happy, and sat back down with a smile.
Zhao Kuo saw that they were so tacit and happy, but he didn't know what to feel in his heart. He just expressed a little confusion and said: "Brother Bai, what are you planning to do? You actually brought Miss Murong with you. This means you have to tie your head to your pants." A job on the belt!”
"Brother Zhao, didn't I just say that? How I act depends entirely on myself. If it succeeds in the end, the credit will be yours; if it fails, we will never meet each other and we will never drag each other down."
The three of them talked for a long time, from day to dusk. It was not until Zhao Kuo came out of the house alone that the fourth person dared to come forward and greet him.
Zhao Xiaomei and Ajuan stayed not far from the door for a long time. When they saw Zhao Kuo laughing and hiding in the room for most of the day, and then walked out feeling lost and lonely, they couldn't help but ask about the reason.
However, Zhao Kuo avoided answering and just said quietly before leaving: "Friend, take care."
