Have You Written Your Will Today?

  He tried hard to digest this weird fact.

  But Shen Zhi is just a frail scholar, out of place on the battlefield.

   That battle lasted for a full year.

  He couldn't leave, and... couldn't leave. Even the letter from the family couldn't be sent to Fengzhou City.

  Shen Pheasant does not know martial arts, but his body's instincts are undeniable. After the enemy stabbed him with a sword, he quickly dodged it, but soon, he was hit by several arrows and almost died.

  How dare Shen Zhi slack off during the recovery period?

   In this situation, if you are not careful, you will die.

  He spent the whole night looking through military books, accumulating combat experience, and finally, in order to go back with a sigh of relief, he learned to insert a dagger into the enemy's chest. Blood spattered his face.

   This is his first kill.

  Hands are shaking with fear.

  That year, every moment was suffering for him.

   Later, little general Jin ran into his account book. He held the map in his hand and spread it out.

   "Thank you Xun! I thought of a good plan!"

   "In the previous battle, our casualties were disastrous, and the bandits and enemies didn't get much favors. If their granaries were set on fire, there would be chaos."

  He nodded: "I just got a secret report that their convoy escorting food and grass will pass by here."

  Shen Zhi looked over, and it was marked by General Jin on the map.

  Little General Jin ordered another one.

   "Mazadao is set up here, because thousands of cavalry are coming at high speed..."

   "And here is the key..."

   Later, Shancheng was finally taken back.

  Everyone is cheering.

   Detained in Shancheng for many years, the displaced people rushed to Chicheng, crying with the people in Chicheng.

  That night, all the soldiers drank heavily and ate meat.

  Little General Jin sprinkled the wine on the land of Shancheng. Respect the thousands of souls who died in the war.

  He spoke to a person standing behind him.

   "Xie Xun, you and I have fought side by side for many years, you are a good seed, do you really want to be a general?"

  There is also Ji Tran who was rescued on the side.

  He drank the wine one after another.

  He said: "I didn't expect that I could go back again."

   "An inconspicuous proton, he will only be discarded wherever he goes."

   Later, he returned to Shengjing with the team.

  He couldn't wait to go to Fengzhou City to pick up Shen Wei after his report. But unexpectedly learned that Shen Wei died.

  Shen Zhi was deeply concerned about the fall off the cliff that year. He knew better than anyone else that it was not an accident but man-made.

   Among them, there are many doubts.

  There are many people he suspects. These are all things he wants to investigate one by one.

  But in a mess, an imperial decree from Emperor Xi ordered him to go out to suppress the bandits.

  He had to take orders.

   Of course, he was too naive after all.

   After leaving, he met with the local prefect. After ordering the defense map, discuss with him the combat strategy, how to attack and how to defend.

   But who would have guessed that those bandits had long colluded with the government.

  By the time he realized something was wrong, he was already being attacked.

  The entire bandit suppression team was hunted down.

  His head was also cut in half, and he could no longer pick up his Yangyang. The young man's eyes were wide open, and he could not rest in peace.

   Shen Zhi's soul floated out.

  He watched the coffin containing the corpse being transported back to Shengjing.

   Duke Fu was several years old and his hair turned gray overnight.

  Xie Yining knelt in front of the coffin, crying out of breath.

   But Mrs. Fu Guogong didn't believe it, so she insisted on opening the coffin for an inspection.

   "My son is alive and well! Who said he died!"

   "It's not him in it, it's definitely not him!"

   "Open the coffin!"

   "I don't believe it? How can I believe it?"

  The coffin board was moved, and the strong smell of blood and death and decay permeated the air.

  Afterwards, it was heard from the mourning hall that Mrs. Fu Guogong had a complete breakdown and cried loudly.

  Shen Zhi was inexplicably sad.

   After Xie Xun was buried, he stood guard there. For some reason, his soul seemed to be imprisoned, unable to leave the cemetery three feet away.

  Little General Jin came and burned a lot of military books.

  Spring goes again, winter comes again, and the seasons change.

   I don't know how many years have passed.

   Ji Tran is here.

  He is no longer the skinny appearance in Shen Zhi's memory. At this moment, he was wearing a royal robe, majestic and noble.

   Ji Tran quietly looked at the tombstone for a long time.

   "Tell me about you, why would you give your life to that fatuous idiot?"

   "Xie Xun, if you are still alive, you should be willing to do things for me."

  Until, the third elder, who had a hunched body and hid his face under the hood, passed by this place in order to avoid being chased and killed by the emperor.

  Since he was ordered to put a Gu on Cui Yun of the Yangling Hou Mansion and failed, he has been hiding in hiding for several years.

  The third elder slowly looked towards Xie Jiazu's grave, to be precise, it was the direction where Shen Pheasant was.

  Shen Zhi's heart skipped a beat, almost thinking he could see himself.

   But soon, the third elder continued on his way, and Shen Zhi couldn't hear his mumbling.

  "I have been full of evil all my life, and I don't know how many people I have harmed. I would like to do good deeds to add some blessings to my son. May he be reborn as soon as possible, and the next life will be smooth."

  As soon as he left, Shen Zhi was pleasantly surprised to find that he could move.

  He couldn't wait to go to Fengzhou City.

  But the Shen family no longer has Shen Hua.

  Obviously the layout is still the same, but everything is strange. The servants who come and go are all unfamiliar faces.

  He wandered in vain, but saw a woman in brocade and jade clothes, with a golden head and a silver face. Sitting opposite her was Shen Hewen.

  Ms. Shen Xue wiped her lips with a handkerchief: "Is the young master back?"

   "Go back to Madam, not yet."

   "Let the kitchen make some chicken soup. He has worked hard these days. It's good to make up for it."

  Shen Xue's brows were happy.

   "It's also thanks to him thinking about it and giving Shen Wei to the prefect of Lu. It's a good thing that a dead person has exchanged countless honors for my Shen family embroidery workshop."

  Shen He smiled elegantly.

   "My family, Yangyang, has always been a good boy."

  Shen Zhi wanted to kill these beasts with his hands!

  He never imagined that his sister, whom he had been thinking about day and night, was lying alone and miserable on the straw mat at this moment.

  Everyone is using her.

   She is extremely sanctimonious, even more shameless.

  Shen Zhi was trembling all over.

  He rushed over, trying to take her away, but always failed.

  He could only sit sluggishly.

   Until someone came.

   There was a man named Cui Hou, with a stern and desolate expression.

  He was an upright man and upright, completely exposing Lu Yuandao's filth. This made the censor furious and seized his uniform.

  The beads on his hand are very beautiful. There is one left in Yangyang's hand.

  He also ordered his men to bury his sister.

  How could Shen Zhi not thank him!

   Immediately following, his soul was forced to float up, all the way to the frontier.

   Waking up again, he became Xie Xun again.

   General Jin was still talking.

   "Our soldiers are exhausted. If the barbarian enemy attacks twice, I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand it."

  Different from last time.

  At this moment, Shen Zhi was very calm.

   "Jin Zhong! I thought of a good plan."

  Little General Jin:? ?

"you say!"

  Shen Zhi sent back his words intact: "In the previous battle, our casualties were disastrous, and the bandits and the enemy didn't get much favor. If their granaries were set on fire, there would be chaos."