Not long after Yang Duanhe left, Weng Zhong came in again. Zhao Zhengyuan didn't want anyone to disturb Zhao Gao's rest, but now he was pretending to be a soldier and couldn't give orders like before. Plus he had a good impression of him, so he didn't stop him. .
"Why...how can he be so brave and brave?" Weng Zhong stared at Zhao Gao with round eyes as big as copper bells, but the person he spoke to was Zhao Zheng.
Zhao Zheng didn't care about this and was too lazy to waste words. Weng Zhong didn't want to excuse someone's bad behavior in front of him, so he said perfunctorily: "To save face."
Weng Zhong nodded, suddenly remembered something, shook his head again, and muttered uncertainly: "I can't see it. So what...did you really surrender? Forget it...forget it for others, I will accept it reluctantly."
It stands to reason that Weng Zhong hates the kind of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, who betray their master and seek honor and surrender. But after getting along with each other these days, and experiencing today's incident, Weng Zhong looked at the two of them and felt that they did not look like treacherous villains. The scale in his heart had tilted unconsciously, and now he could say In this case, it means that you have let go of your prejudices.
He tried to loosen the stiff lip lines and facial muscles, but no matter what he did, he felt it was wrong. As a result, the fierce expression on his face was too rich, and even Zhao Zheng found it a bit funny.
But also because of this, Zhao Zheng was even more convinced that his vision was right, and he thought happily again: he may sound stupid on his face, but his heart is clear.
"You can tell." Zhao Zheng said frankly without hiding anything from him.
Weng Zhong smiled, revealing two deep dimples, and put his head over to look at Zhao Gao carefully. His originally unlovable face suddenly became a bit cute: "Then when...when will he wake up?"
Zhao Zheng gave him a blank look, meaning: How do I know?
Seeing this, Weng Zhong swallowed his saliva and retracted his head. There was a wounded man, so it was hard to argue with him. He buried his head and walked away bored.
Zhao Zheng originally thought that everything would be quiet now, but Weng Zhong would poke his head into the tent curtain to look at the wind every one or two hours, and then leave when Zhao Gao didn't wake up. He was annoyed by the coming and going. Afraid of waking up Zhao Gao, he could only stare.
But who is Weng Zhong? In these aspects, he lacks heart and lungs. Others may be afraid of him when he is fierce, but Weng Zhong is not afraid of him at all. Now, the small military tent will stage a murderous and tit-for-tat drama every one or two hours.
In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore. Zhao Zheng even gave up his usual steady and restrained dignity. He couldn't help but ask angrily: "What does it have to do with you whether he wakes up or not?"
"It's not me, they thought we knew each other. Look... let me watch... Huh? Wake up!" Weng Zhong said at the end, his face was full of surprise when he saw Zhao Gao moving.
Zhao Zheng was about to get angry, but when he saw him disappear like a gust of wind, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Is something wrong?" Zhao Gaokankan woke up, his mind still a little groggy.
Zhao Zheng said in a depressed voice: "It's okay, leave him alone. I changed your medicine before, do you feel better?"
In front of others, Zhao Zheng has always been at ease. Weng Zhong is an exception. Of course, Zhao Gao is also an exception. Looking at his deflated look, Zhao Gao knew that Weng Zhong must have done something to annoy him.
Zhao Gao lowered his head subconsciously and saw that his clothes were intact. He knew that Zhao Zhengding had taken care of everything for him with his own hands. He felt warm in his heart, and his brows became more relaxed. He said warmly: "That child is just a bit naive, and you are not. I don’t know why I started arguing with others again.”
"Child?" Zhao Zheng murmured and repeated these two words.
Seeing that someone was desperate to save face, Zhao Gao struck mercilessly and said, "I am over 40 years old in my two lifetimes combined."
Unexpectedly, this blow really caused someone's pupils to shrink and his breathing to freeze. I don't know if it was an illusion. For a moment, Zhao Gao actually caught signs of panic and fear in his eyes, which were incompatible with his usual expression. But he quickly regained his energy, making Zhao Gao think it was just an illusion.
Zhao Zheng looked directly into Zhao Gao's eyes seriously, his eyes blazing: "You are Xiao Gao." There was a hint of urgency in his tone of affirmation, as if he wanted to confirm something with this sentence.
He said such a sentence without any beginning or end. If it were anyone else, he might not know what he was referring to, but he was facing Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao was also staring at his eyes intently at this time, looking very carefully, so he understood his mood more or less. He knew that he was afraid that age might widen the distance between them, so he clumsily and stubbornly faced him. He emphasized: You are Xiao Gao.
"Yes." Zhao Gaoru's soft brows revealed an indescribable smile, and the surface of his eyes was covered with a thin layer of water vapor. He wanted to convey his feelings to him as much as possible.
Such a response was enough to make Zhao Zheng ecstatic, but he was afraid that he would show too clearly. He tensed up his face, stood up like an electric shock, and said in as calm a tone as possible: "You haven't eaten yet, I'll get it."
All right, what happened to this kid? Zhao Lingcheng, who originally wanted to show kindness to others, looked at Zhao Zheng's back, his hands resting on his legs blankly, and his body was frozen in place. His "old heart" was rarely a little hurt.
At this moment, there was a loud noise outside, and through the curtains only a lot of people could be seen outside. The soldiers were pushing and shoving, but they still dared not come in.
Zhao Zheng originally wanted to have more opportunities to be alone with Zhao Gao and did not want anyone to disturb him. However, the situation was special and he was granted amnesty. He opened the curtain and walked out and shouted: "Masters, if you have anything to say, just say it." She looks like a woman."
The soldiers knew that this was Xie trying to get justice for his brother Xie Yan. After all, he was doing something unethical and was scolded by him condescendingly.
"Azheng, let them come in." Zhao Gao's words floated from inside. It didn't seem very real through the curtain, but after everyone listened and chewed again, they found that his tone was still as gentle as ever, and their hearts suddenly followed the truth. down.
As for Zhao Zheng, he was off guard when Zhao Gao called him like this. He felt like he was really calling "A Zheng" in a trance. My mood was even more agitated than before. Fortunately, everyone's attention was elsewhere, and no one noticed the turbulent waves on his side.
Everyone squeezed in like a swarm of swarms, and in the blink of an eye, the small military tent was filled with more than a dozen soldiers. The excitement could be felt within a few feet of the area.
"I'm sorry, brothers, I really didn't know you were injured." Someone scratched his hair and thought for a long time before he said this.
Some people apologized readily: "Brothers have been criticizing you these days, you are such an asshole!"
"Brothers came here today just to vent your anger. You can kill or cut them up at your disposal." Some even said such harsh words while patting their chests.
The military has always obeyed the strong rather than the weak. Even if these people are so good at admitting their mistakes now, if Zhao Gao didn't show his hand, it would really make people feel like an embroidered pillow, and it may not have this effect. But after all, they are cheerful people. They don't hide anything they have to say. They are willing to admit their mistakes, which shows the utmost sincerity.
Zhao Gao likes people who are cheerful. Since he was the one in front of him, he did not hesitate to say those false polite words. He picked the little brother closest to him, raised his hand generously and patted him on the shoulder, as if he was seriously considering it. He said: "I can't make a fire, but it's too fishy to kill. I can't swallow it. Just remember it first."
"Hey, Brother Xie, you are too cruel. If you don't kill your feelings enough, you have to eat them too?"
Zhao Gao's eyes sparkled and he smiled innocently: "It can't be wasted, right?" Fortunately, he achieved the purpose of livening up the atmosphere with a joke, and it was more or less true for the soldiers who were embarrassed in front of him earlier. There was a sense of relief and relief.
At this time, I heard someone shouting outside: "There are tigers, there are tigers in the dense forest, and they have hurt people!"
As soon as everyone heard that there was a tiger nearby, they thought it was okay. They hurriedly said to Zhao Gao, "Brother, please have a good time, let's go out to have a look," and then went to listen to the excitement.
Zhao Zheng, who always disdained to join in the fun, glanced at Zhao Gao, and suddenly pointed at Zhao Gao and ordered Weng Zhong, who was still in place: "You guard him, I'll come as soon as I can."
Before Weng Zhong realized what was going on, he subconsciously replied "Okay". Unexpectedly, when Zhao Zheng walked away, he suddenly came to his senses and shouted at him angrily: "Why should you help..."
Before he finished saying the word "you", he turned around to meet Zhao Gao's surprised and worried eyes, and there was no more words. Sure enough, he stayed by his side and never moved a step.
On the other side, Yang Duanhe heard someone report that Zhao Zheng had led a few people to hunt tigers, and his face turned pale with fright. But he didn't dare to leave his post without permission, and was so anxious that he felt relieved later when he heard that his personal warriors had also followed him.
In the jungle, Zhao Zheng looked at several soldiers who were following him and asked, "Is this here?"
They nodded and assured: "This is where I was discovered just now."
Zhao Zheng nodded slightly and followed the traces of broken vegetation, and sure enough he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the tiger.
He carries a king's bow and a quiver with ten arrows on his back, and hangs a medium-length bronze sword on his waist. He goes into battle completely lightly and moves very flexibly.
The few soldiers who followed him curiously to help brought spears with them at his request, and it seemed a bit difficult to walk in the jungle with lush vegetation.
"There!" Someone discovered the tiger's location and excitedly mouthed to everyone.
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough they saw a tiger with smooth and shiny yellow and black fur resting among the bushes. Judging from the mane on its neck and its strong and powerful body, it was an adult male. Tiger.
When he was in the Qin State, Zhao Zheng hunted a lot and had the experience of hunting tigers once or twice. Therefore, knowing that male tigers are alert and seizing the opportunity is the best policy.
He made a "do it now" gesture, then bowed and carefully walked to a suitable position, then quietly took the arrow, strung the bow, and before everyone had time to react, they discovered that the arrow was flying with lightning speed. The force shot out.
