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Chapter 1451: Your name is Tan Qu [asking for monthly votes]

"What did he promise?"

A weak voice came from the ice coffin.

If it weren't for the fact that the Wenxin scholar's hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people, I'm afraid he wouldn't have heard it. Yu Hai was not surprised by this, he just stretched out his hand to the person in the ice coffin and said, "You woke up a little earlier than expected this time."

The skin color of the person in the ice coffin was even whiter than ice and snow, frighteningly white, with a hint of green. He was thin and pale, and his whole body seemed to be just a bunch of fragile bones, and a gust of wind could blow him away. He pursed his bloodless lips slightly, and with Yu Hai's strength, he sat up with difficulty. His limbs were so stiff that he could hardly control them. It seemed that even the simplest movements took a lot of effort: "Early?"

Yu Hai said: "It's three or four hours early."

The person in the ice coffin asked him, "What time is it now?"

Yu Hai replied, "It's still a quarter of an hour until the third watch."

Seeing the expectation in the eyes of the person in the ice coffin, he also said: "Today is a full moon, the moonlight is just right, do you want to take a look?"

There were many people during the day, but now it is quiet at night.

He can take a few steps in the backyard garden without worrying about accidents.

The person in the ice coffin pursed his lips and looked at him expectantly, as if asking "Is this okay?" Yu Hai personally took out the wooden wheelchair that had been prepared long ago, and helped the other person to sit down slowly. It was not known whether he had just woken up from the ice coffin or for other reasons, but the other person's skin temperature was frighteningly low, and he was emitting waves of coldness all over his body: "What's wrong with that? As long as you have the physical strength to bear it, it's fine."

This villa was a property purchased by Yu Hai in his early years.

The location is remote, and usually there are only three or five servants and maids who are responsible for cleaning. This time the battle is nearby, and Yu Hai will come here to rest when he has time. The environment of the military camp is noisy during the day and not quiet at night. How can it compare to the other courtyard?

Of course, the most important thing is that there is a secret hidden here.

The back garden of the courtyard is not big, and it only takes a few hundred steps to push the wheelchair around, but it is a rare beauty for the person in the ice coffin. This person is thin and his facial features are not fully developed. At first glance, he looks more like a teenager who has been abused to the point of malnutrition.

"What did Guilong just promise?"

The young man sat in a wheelchair, silently looking up at the moon. The bright moonlight poured into his brows, adding a bit of almost transparent white.

One can vaguely see his handsome figure and his elegant and free-spirited charm.

It seemed as if it would fly away with the wind in the next second.

"My Lord..." Yu Hai had a lot of complaints when he mentioned Zhai Le. Then he remembered that the boy's memory was different from that of ordinary people. The last time he mentioned Zhai Le to him was half a year ago. At that time, the boy was far less clear-headed than he is now. His thoughts were more chaotic than a baby's. He was in a daze for eleven hours out of the twelve hours a day. Yu Hai asked him, "Do you still remember?"

The young man thought for a few breaths and said, "Zhai Le, I remember."

Yu Hai said: "He made a bet with someone."

The boy couldn't quite digest the news: "Gambling is not a proper job."

He remembered that Yu Hai mentioned that the master was the ruler of a country. The ruler of a country was addicted to gambling. This matter could be a big deal or a small deal. The "gambling" that made Yu Hai talk about it privately must be a big deal.

"Oh, isn't it? If he loses the bet, the entire Qu Kingdom will be at stake." Yu Hai complained, "When Zhai Huan entrusted his son to me, he didn't say that his brother was so reckless. I spent all my energy planning for him. I was hoping that he could have a real fight with Shen Youli. The competition for the world does not depend on the bloody battles of three armies. He promised to do it over a bet. Isn't he stupid?"

It is even more difficult for teenagers to process this information.

Although he didn't have much memory of the past, he still had the ability to understand: "A gentleman's promise is worth a thousand gold, but the king is not a gentleman."

The young man gently comforted Yu Hai who was complaining bitterly.

"I think so too, but the situation is complicated, and the crux of the problem is not whether we can regret it. The national strength of Qu State is indeed not as good as that of the other party. If we really fight, even if we have a chance of winning, I'm afraid it will be a miserable victory at a great cost."

The young man hesitated to speak.

Yu Hai said: "Just say whatever you want to say."

The young man sighed, "If the dispute between the two countries did not affect ordinary people, and the outcome was determined by civil and military means, there would be no harm in fighting to the end."

He intuitively disliked this kind of bitter victory that hurt both sides, not to mention that the greater probability was a bitter defeat... But Yu Hai was his benefactor, and Qu State was the fruit of his benefactor's many years of hard work. He could not say anything like "stop fighting out of pity for the lives of the people". He could only naively think that if the change of countries did not involve ordinary people, it would not matter if the world turned upside down.

However, this is not possible.

There are also many knowledgeable people in Qu State who would rather shed blood on the battlefield than retreat a step, and the same is true on the enemy side. Only when one side is completely defeated and one side is completely subdued, will the struggle come to an end temporarily.

Yu Hai also laughed and refuted: "You are just daydreaming."

He had no complaints about the boy's naive thoughts, but he looked at the boy's innocent words with the mentality of an elder. He lowered his head and looked at the boy's profile, thinking of his true identity and the weight of this identity, he could tolerate any foolish words he said.

This is the trump card he carefully prepared.

The young man said, "Perhaps daydreams really do exist in this world."

After waking up for a while, many fragments of memory emerged in his mind. He could easily distinguish which of these fragments were real and which were dreams. In these scattered dreams, he seemed to see many deceased souls waiting for reincarnation.

The young man's eyes were brighter than the stars and the moon: "In the dream, those who claimed to be kings, princes, generals and ministers were fighting each other fiercely."

Yu Hai laughed and said, "Tsk, you can't even rest in peace after death."

I have no doubt that if there is a real soul, it will really do it.

Seeing the tired look on the boy's face, Yu Hai did not take him back to the cellar, but pushed him to the main courtyard. According to past experience, a boy can last for seven or eight days after being awake. This time, his condition was much better than before. Although he was tired, he was still energetic and awake.

"Guilong, tell me about the past." The boy didn't have many memories of the past, he only remembered that Yu Hai was his benefactor and had devoted a lot of energy to his strange disease. Yu Hai said that they used to know each other and had a very good relationship. He didn't have the energy to ask before, but now he is in good spirits, he wants to know some things about the past, maybe he can get better as soon as possible.

Yu Hai narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your name is Tan Qu, and your pen name is Le Zheng. Does anyone remember me?"

"Le Zheng, Le Zheng, Le Zheng?"

The boy chewed the name carefully on his tongue several times, and a strange warmth surged in his chest. Yu Hai told him that ever since he got the strange disease, his body temperature has been lower than that of ordinary people for more than 20 years, and he would sleep for several years at a time. Only a few times when he woke up briefly to bask in the sun, his skin would feel an inexplicable burning heat.

He hasn't known what "warmth" feels like for a long time.

This strange movement made him believe Yu Hai's words without a doubt.

He said, “It’s a good name.”

He muttered, and then asked, "I used to be good at music theory?"

Yu Hai said: "Good at painting, but not so good at music theory."

The boy was not surprised by this. Names are given at birth, which represent the blessings of the elders. It does not mean that one will have talent in this area when he grows up. The boy suddenly wanted to pick up a brush to paint, but his right hand, which was struggling to curl up his fingers, brought him back to reality.

"You can pick it up once you recover."

The young man nodded, his eyes full of expectation: "Then what am I good at painting? Do you have any paintings left at home?"

Yu Hai fell silent.

It seemed that this was very difficult for him to answer.

"There are old works, but are you sure you want to see them?"

The boy hesitated: "Is it because of poor painting skills?"

How bad must one’s painting skills be to make Guilong say that?

Yu Hai shook his hand: "That's not the case."

In terms of painting, there are only a handful of people in the world who can be better than "him", maybe he is too busy with government affairs and neglects to hone his painting skills, otherwise, after more than 20 years of hard work, he would be the new generation of painting saint. Yu Hai stuck his butt out and dug out a box of things from the corner.

He brought it over mysteriously, and opened it with a strange and expectant expression that the boy couldn't describe in words: "Take a look."

The young man opened them one by one with doubt.

He opened it silently and closed it silently.

The pale face visibly became more red.

Yu Hai suppressed his laughter and said, "This was painted before you got the strange disease. In some places, it is a rare treasure that is hard to find."

It’s not that he was lying to the boy, the painting was indeed valuable.

Living people have flaws, but people in paintings can be perfect.

Even though the gentry who collected it are well-dressed during the day, they also have lustful thoughts behind the scenes, and some of them regard the person in the painting as a goddess in their dreams. The boy: "..."

Yu Hai asked back: "Le Zheng doesn't believe it?"

The young man shook his head and said, "Of course I believe it."

"Don't you think this is indecent?"

"If there is no desire, how can living things reproduce? This is not something that cannot be talked about, but--" The young man was concerned about another point. Guilong said that he had been ill for more than 20 years. If you subtract his current age, how old was he when he left these old works?

Is it really okay for such a young age to be exposed to these things?

The painting is so lifelike that it seems as if the painter saw it with his own eyes.

The young man groaned and fell silent.

If this is not a hobby, then it means that my life was poor in the past. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel pity for Tan Qu... No, I felt pity for myself. Yu Hai had seen enough of the jokes before he took out the others. In addition to the fire avoidance pictures that made people blush, there were also serious paintings.

The boy looked at it carefully and said, "I remember everything."

He used to be a person who really loved painting.

"Besides Danqing, are there any others?"

"The military book also has some knowledge on military formations."

The boy listened carefully, but the more he listened, the more he found something wrong. Yu Hai said that he used to be a murderous person. He lied when he opened his mouth and killed when he closed his mouth. He had killed the ruthless lord and his unscrupulous colleagues. His only conscientious hobby was raising cats.

"cat?"

"My name is Huai Xu."

The name Huaixu moved the young man's heart.

He dispelled the slightest suspicion that had just emerged.

"Huai Xu, I remember it!"

and so--

Have you ever really killed an unethical lord or exterminated an unscrupulous colleague? The young man looked down at his hands, wondering if he had been forced into a corner and had drawn his sword in anger? He had a strong murderous nature, but he had no choice.

Yue Zheng should be the best in the world.

"...Do you remember that you couldn't afford to keep a cat, so you went out to collect empty salaries and cook the books?" Yu Hai got angry when he mentioned this!

Boy: "... Why would you want to raise a cat like this?"

The money earned from the fire avoidance map should be able to support the Sophora japonica.

Yu Hai said faintly: "You have raised hundreds of them."

juvenile:"……"

so--

Are cat owners forced to resort to corruption due to the pressure of survival?

The boy decided to skip this topic for the time being and asked Yu Hai if he had any old friends or relatives. Yu Hai said that he was a loner by nature and didn't like to socialize with others. He was always hiding behind people and no one knew what he was planning. The only person he could get along with was Qi Jiazi.

"Who is that?"

"Qishan, the Minister of the Central Secretariat of Kang State."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes wide: "They are all Zhongshu Ling?"

Yu Hai: "You two have a life-and-death feud, and you're still happy?"

"Are we enemies?"

"Well, he caused you to get this strange disease."

The boy pursed his lips: "This...may be a misunderstanding."

Whether it was the name Qishan or the name Tan Qu, the boy's intuition told him that they should be good people.

Yu Hai almost laughed out of anger: "What's the misunderstanding?"

"...Even if it's not a misunderstanding, I don't blame him." The young man answered in a low voice at first, and then he remembered that there were two words "Kangguo" in front of Zhongshu Ling, and Kangguo seemed to be the opponent of Quguo, the country that made a bet with Yu Haizhu, so he swallowed the rest of his words.

Yu Hai: “…”

I don't have any memory, so I just say it's not strange...

What kind of magic potion did Qi Yuanliang give him?

Seeing that he was silent and looked uneasy, the young man asked Yu Hai unnaturally: "Does Guilong want me to seek revenge on Qishan?"

"Just you? He has power and status now, he can kill you ten times with one hand without even thinking." Yu Hai's words were not false, he really didn't expect the boy to have the thought of revenge. To put it bluntly, he couldn't even walk steadily, and he wanted to seek revenge on Qi Yuanliang? Who gave him the courage to think like that?

Qi Yuanliang?

Haha, Qi Yuanliang might really give it to you.

"Just get well and don't worry about anything else."

No matter how much hatred Yu Hai and Qi Shan had, they would not use a half-grown boy as a scapegoat. Why would the hatred of adults affect a child? He just looked forward to the day when all of Qi Shan's disguises would fall apart.

The young man visibly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

But then Yu Hai added another sentence.

"If I have a grudge, I will take my revenge myself."

"But he is the Minister of State of a powerful country..."

"What's wrong with the Minister of the Central Secretariat? Ha, he is just a fool. I have plenty of ways to make him ride thousands of miles alone to die!"

Yu Hai was always sharpening his sword, waiting for that day.

Taking the initiative to seek revenge?

It doesn't fit Yu Hai's character.

He wants Qishan to come to him in person!

The boy's eyes were filled with worry, and he couldn't hold on for long as he was getting sleepier and sleepier. When Yu Hai looked down, he saw that he had fallen asleep leaning against the wheelchair. His breathing was shallow and weak, but it was much better than lying in the ice coffin. "I'm really looking forward to that day."

The one from Kangguo is Qishan, and the one from my side is Tanqu, which makes sense. Yu Hai was in a good mood and played chess for half the night.

Some people are in a good mood, while others are in a bad mood.

For example, Shen Tang, whose sleep quality has not been very good recently.

I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve been having noisy dreams these past few days, but I can’t remember what was going on in my dreams.

I just know that there are a lot of people and they talk a lot.

looked down-

I don't know how that volume of the Investiture of the Gods was opened.

All the words are surrounded by something.

Shen Tang took a closer look and found that they were looking at a few missing characters. A bunch of characters were whispering to each other, mumbling about something. She couldn't suppress her anger at all and cursed: "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night? You are making trouble for your ancestors!"

When a group of onlookers saw Shen Tang approaching, they scattered like birds and beasts.

Only a few scattered words remain.

Shen Tang saw the word "horrified" in the remaining words: "When did you fight before, you were torn into pieces? I didn't see you panic at that time. Where did the lower half of it go?"

She searched the scroll for a long time but couldn't find the remaining half.

|ω`)

I will continue to visit the graves tomorrow and go to bed early.