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Early autumn in Chengdu often brings strong winds, and the dense trees in the courtyard rustle in the wind. The wind blows through the windows and into the room, and if it weren't for the injury on her back, this would be a beautiful autumn.

The back injury has been there for a few days. Although it has been properly medicated and bandaged, the pain still comes in waves, accompanied by the stuffiness in her chest caused by lying in bed for too long. Qu Longjun occasionally shifts her position, but lying down for so long makes it futile.

In recent days, Qu Longjun has been living in anxious fear.

Since setting out for Chengdu with Wen Shoubin, she has imagined the current situation: venturing into danger, the plot being exposed, and encountering all kinds of misfortune after being captured... But for Qu Longjun, a ten-year-old girl, there wasn't much choice in the past.

Without choice, there is not much fear.

When she was young, she listened to her parents' arrangements in everything. Before she could grow up, her home was gone. She was sold to Wen Shoubin after many ups and downs, and since then she had been learning various skills that a "thin horse" (shou ma) should master: cooking, embroidery, music, calligraphy, and painting... These things are not glorious, but since she truly became aware, her life has been arranged by others.

This kind of life is like being driven down a narrow path. Once you get used to it, it's not so bad. Wen Shoubin is not a good person, but if you really want to say he's bad, at least she already understands his badness. He raised her, and at some point he would marry her off to someone or give her away. If things really came to a dead end, he might not care about her, but at least until that day comes, there wouldn't be too many things to worry about.

The bumps in life often appear without warning.

A few months ago, the news of the Huaxia Army's defeat of the Jurchens spread, and Wen Shoubin suddenly began to tell them some great principles, and then arranged for them to come to the Southwest. Qu Longjun's heart was vaguely at a loss; her future had been shattered.

After arriving in the Southwest and staying for two months, Wen Shoubin began to make friends with various people and slowly planned things. Everything seemed to be returning to normal. But on the night of the 20th, a group of people rushed into the courtyard, and danger descended again.

Packing things, fleeing from place to place, and then arriving at the Huaxia Army doctor's courtyard, people discussed leaving Chengdu. Late at night, Qu Longjun had thought that this was a good thing, and everything would go back to the way it was. Who knew there would be such a bloody scene next.

Wen Shoubin died suddenly, so casually. The other party simply pushed him into the fight, and he was in a pool of blood in the blink of an eye, without even leaving half a sentence of last words.

The fighting in the courtyard was also sudden and extremely violent. The explosion shook the room, and five wounded soldiers, along with the collapsed house, lost their lives. Among those wounded soldiers were even some "heroes." And the fighting outside the courtyard was just a simple confrontation. People wielded sharp blades and slashed at each other. In the blink of an eye, one person fell; in the blink of an eye, another... She hadn't had time to understand these, hadn't been able to understand the fighting or the death, and she also fell down.

Opening her eyes, she fell into the hands of the Black Flag Army. Wen Shoubin, who was not kind but did provide her with a roof over her head, died casually and forever.

A ten-year-old girl, like a snail stripped of its shell, was thrown into the wilderness. She was already used to Wen Shoubin's evil, but she didn't have a clear concept of the Black Flag Army's evil, or the evil in this world.

But presumably, it would be something a hundred times more sinister than Wen Shoubin.

She remembered the scene in the dimness of the courtyard, with blood dripping from the tip of the young man's knife...

...

In the courtyard outside the house, there was always a scattering of medicinal smells and voices. In the morning, sunlight always poured in from the half-open window, and the autumn wind made her feel as if she wasn't wearing any clothes.

Lying on the white bed, her back always hurt, and her chest felt stuffy. If she could move freely, she would rather curl up into a ball or hide in a corner where no one could see her.

The day after she was injured, someone came to interrogate her about many things: her relationship with Wen Shoubin, the purpose of coming to the Southwest, etc. She originally wanted to say nice things, but after the other party said her father's name, Qu Longjun knew that there was little hope this time. Although her father died because of the Black Flag Army, he must have killed many people from the Black Flag Army in the process of sending out troops. As his daughter, and now that she had come to the Southwest to cause trouble in order to take revenge, how could she be easily let go after falling into their hands?

Living in such awareness for several days, on the afternoon of the 23rd, a small doctor named Long Aotian, with a serious face, appeared in her room, holding a notebook and asking about her injuries. She answered everything in detail, her body so tense that she didn't dare to move.

This little doctor looked innocent, but she had already witnessed his scheming and acting skills that morning, as well as his ruthlessness and relentlessness when killing people. She didn't quite understand the reason why the Black Flag Army spared her life, but seeing this little doctor, she vaguely guessed that she would probably be forced into some conspiracy again.

As for how exactly, she couldn't figure it out for a while and didn't dare to overthink it. This young man grew up in the treacherous Southwest, and thus developed a despicable and ruthless character at such a young age. Not to mention Wen Shoubin, even figures like Huang Nan and Yan Ying were played by him in the palm of his hand. What could a woman like her resist? If he was displeased, who knows what kind of torture methods would be waiting for her.

"One hundred days to recover from a bone injury." After clarifying her condition, Long Aotian said, "But your injury is not serious, so it shouldn't take that long. The health center is short of people recently, so I will come over to take care of you. Rest well, don't mess around, and get out of here quickly. That's it."

That afternoon, the other party finished saying these words, as if making an explanation. Throughout the whole process, Qu Longjun could feel that the other party was not in a good mood and was frowning the whole time. She was so frightened by the other party's warning to "rest well, don't mess around" that she didn't dare to move. As for "get out of here quickly," perhaps it meant waiting until she got better to deal with her, or perhaps she would be forced into some conspiracy.

In this way, the next day, the little army doctor brought her three meals a day and decocted medicine. What surprised her the most was that the other party actually came in the morning to clean the chamber pot under her bed—making her feel that this kind of ruthless person was so unconstrained, and perhaps because of this, he calculated people and killed people without any obstacles—these things made her even more afraid of him.

In the days that followed, in order to go to the toilet less often and get out of bed less often, Qu Longjun subconsciously ate less and drank less water. The little army doctor was not detailed enough to notice this. Only on the 25th, when he saw her half-eaten bowl of porridge, did he mutter, "Are you a worm..." Qu Longjun lay on the bed, pressing herself into the pillow, her body stiff and not daring to speak.

On the 26th, she struggled to go to the toilet with the support of something, and fell on her way back, slightly tearing the wound on her back. After the other party found out, he found a female doctor to clean and bandage her, and then still kept a straight face towards her.

This was a small episode during her recovery.

***************

The tone of the interrogation was gentle, without much pressure.

"... You killed more than a dozen people in one night. Are you happy now?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Before things happened, you guessed that something was wrong with the Huang guy, but you didn't report it and secretly sold medicine to him. On the other hand, you secretly monitored Wen Shoubin for a month, figured out the situation, but you didn't tell anyone. Now you're even vouching for that Miss Qu. Do you know that her father died at our hands? Did you develop feelings while monitoring her..."

"No feelings..." The young man mumbled, "I just think she's not that bad..."

"You know you've violated discipline, right? That's called entrapment."

"I didn't entrap them. It's just that there was no evidence to prove that they did bad things. They just like to talk nonsense..."

"If you know there's a problem, you should report it. You didn't report it, and as a result, they found you and caused so much trouble. And you're vouching for her. The higher-ups just wanted me to ask you if you accept the punishment."

"... I accept the punishment. Anyway, I enjoyed it."

With a wave of her hand, a flick rang on the young man's head, and he couldn't dodge it.

"You still have to go back to school after this month, you know?"

"Yeah, just go to school."

"Before things happened, it was indeed difficult to say that the Huang guy would definitely do bad things. You didn't report it, so we can't really say anything about you. But you directly took action at night and took out everyone in the courtyard. Your brother said that this must also be your subjective wish. Your father asked me to educate you. Besides giving you a beating, I can't think of any other good way. But the assignment for the martial arts tournament, you're not allowed to go next."

"Ah... I'm just going to be a bone-setting doctor..."

"Still talking back!"

She waved her hand, and he dodged it.

"... Okay. If I can't do it, I can't do it."

"Besides, since you've been out for so long, since you've had enough fun, you have to see it through. Aren't you kindly vouching for that young lady? She got stabbed in the back. Isn't the medicine from us? Isn't the room from us? Aren't the doctor and nurse taking care of her from us..."

"This... Even the criminals we catch are paid for by us..."

"Still talking back. This is different!"

"Okay, different is different..."

"Your affairs, you have to handle them well for me. Since you've vouched for her, then go help out at the health center, and you take care of the girl. Don't trouble others. When she recovers from her injuries and handles the loose ends, you go back to Zhang Village to study."

"Ah, why do I have to take care of her..."

"Her father killed our people, and we killed him. You say she's not bad. How do you know what she's thinking? You have compassion and want to save her once, vouch for her. That's your business, right? What if she holds a grudge and doesn't want to live and stabs a doctor? Oh, you vouch for her and just throw her over to our side, expecting others to help you settle her down. That's not okay... So you handle her well. When it's all done, the Chengdu matter will be over. Since you dare to say that you accept the punishment, then that's how it's going to be."

The young man's face wrinkled up: "Um... It's not that I don't accept it, but why are you the one telling me?"

"Mr. Ning gave me this task. What? Do you have an objection? Or do you want to fight me?"

"... I think you're just retaliating because she used to come on to my brother..."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing... I accept the punishment. I love peace and don't fight."

***************

The arrangements for accepting the punishment were finalized in this way.

Ning Ji didn't have too many thoughts about losing his job at the martial arts tournament and going to take care of a silly woman. He felt that it was because Sister Chu Yi and his brother were colluding to make fun of him.

On the other hand, he was just an innocent child in his teens, and his parents had long been worried about him participating in fighting and killing all day, which he was well aware of. In the past, he would always find a reason to take advantage of the situation, but this time, he had a fight with more than a dozen Jianghu people in the middle of the night. Although it was said that he was forced to, in reality, he was repeatedly jumping between life and death during the moment of that fight. Many times, the exchange of blades was just an instinctive response. As long as there was a slight mistake, he might be the one to die.

Surviving and seeming to handle it calmly was a good thing, but this matter had indeed reached the bottom line of his family's tolerance. His father asked Sister Chu Yi to handle it, and he would let everyone make fun of him, which was still considered a toast. But if he didn't accept the toast, it would be quite uncomfortable when he really had to drink the penalty drink, such as letting his mother come over and cry with him, or spreading rumors to his younger siblings that "your second brother is going to kill himself," causing several children to wail incessantly—with his father's ruthlessness and his elder brother, who inherited his father's true skills, it was not impossible to do such a thing.

Therefore, after a little probing, he readily accepted the matter. It was certainly a loss of heroic spirit to take care of a stupid woman with a back injury, but he was flexible, unconstrained, and would piss off his colluding brother and sister-in-law. Thinking about it this way, he secretly cheered for himself with a bitter smile.

Ning Ji didn't have much of a problem with cleanliness or psychological barriers when it came to taking care of people in the ward. Battlefield medicine had long been accustomed to seeing various broken arms and legs, intestines and internal organs. When many soldiers were unable to take care of themselves, he had naturally taken care of them nearby many times, decocting medicine, feeding them, running errands, wiping their bodies, and handling their excrement... Therefore, although Sister Chu Yi looked at him with a sly and gleeful look when she mentioned this, these kinds of things were really nothing to Ning Ji himself.

Of course, when he actually got started, there were still some things that were different from on the battlefield.

The other party particularly hated him, or rather, was afraid of him, which made him feel very unhappy.

It seemed that after what happened that night, the little bitch regarded him as a vicious villain. Every time he went over, the other party would cower and shrink back. If it weren't for the back injury that forced her to lie straight, she might have shrunk into a quail in the quilt, and her voice was also completely different from usual—when he spied on her. Although Ning Ji was young, he could still clearly distinguish such reactions.

What a joke? I'm a bad guy? What's so scary about me!

You guys are the bad guys, okay! You and Wen Shoubin, that old bitch, ran to the Southwest to cause trouble and do bad things! You live in that broken courtyard, saying the things that bad guys say all day long! I look so upright, how do I look like a bad guy!

Besides, I saved your life in that courtyard a few days ago!

Ning Ji was a little angry at this little bitch who couldn't tell good from bad and was ungrateful. But he also cared about his face and disdained to say anything—there was nothing to say. Of course, he couldn't confess the various things he spied on her, so to speak, he and the little bitch were just strangers who happened to meet. They didn't know each other in the past.

In this way, if the little bitch didn't give him a good look, he wouldn't bother to give the little bitch a good look either. He had originally considered that the other party was physically inconvenient and wondered if he should feed her or help her go to the toilet, but since the atmosphere was not harmonious, he didn't bother after considering it. After all, the injury was not serious, and she was not completely bedridden. He and she were different genders, and his brother and sister-in-law were colluding and waiting to see him make a fool of himself. It was better to avoid trouble.

Of course, when she fell in the corridor on the 26th, Ning Ji felt a little guilty in his heart. The main thing was that she fell a little embarrassed, and her chest was flattened. He wanted to laugh when he saw it. This urge to laugh made him feel like he wasn't a gentleman, so he asked Aunt Gu from the health center to take care of her going to the toilet once a day from then on. Although Sister Chu Yi said that he should take care of her himself, he thought that these special matters wouldn't be too much to worry about.

As for the fact that the other party ate a little more after Aunt Gu helped her go to the toilet, Ning Ji later realized it and probably understood the reason. He thought that women were just pretentious and didn't understand the principle that doctors are like parents.

Leaving the martial arts tournament, the hustle and bustle of Chengdu seemed even more distant to him. He didn't care. He had already gained a lot this time in Chengdu. After experiencing such a thrilling fight, traveling the world was something for the future, and there was no need to think about it now. Even on the 27th, when the jinx Yao Shubin came over to find

him to eat hot pot, talking about the movements of various parties in the city, the infighting of a group of great Confucian scholars, the experts who appeared at the martial arts tournament, and even the gathering of elites from various armies, Ning Ji was completely indifferent.

"Hmph, I've already seen it."

"Oh? How did you see it?" Yao Shubin asked curiously, his face full of curiosity.

"I won't tell you."

***************

Time passed through the end of July, and the clouds gathered and dispersed several times.

After the chaos of July 20th, the topic of the military parade officially surfaced. The Huaxia Army began to issue invitation cards for the military parade in the city. Not only did the people in the city who originally supported the Huaxia Army receive invitations, but even the great Confucian scholars and celebrities who were in the city at this time also received formal invitations.

For the topic of whether to go or not on that day, the Confucian scholars in the city debated for several days. Those who did not receive invitations criticized it greatly. Some Confucian scholars who received invitations called on everyone not to attend, but there were also many people who said that since they came to Chengdu, they should witness everything. Even if they wanted to write criticisms in the future, being on the scene could make them speak more credibly. If they were determined not to participate, why bother to come to Chengdu in the first place?

The crowd had another debate in the newspapers, which was very lively.

...

The sky seemed a bit gloomy, or perhaps it was because the excessively lush leaves blocked too much light.

In the courtyard of an inn called Xiangwu Guild Hall, Yang Tiehuai sat upright, looking at the article on the newspaper, slightly distracted. A scolding voice seemed to come from the distance. After a while, a bang was heard, and someone threw a stone in from outside the courtyard, and mutual scolding voices came from the street.

His eldest disciple, Chen Shiguang, sat opposite the desk, also heard the noise, looked at the invitation card on the desk and the teacher on the other side of the desk, and said in a deep voice: "The Black Flag Army is despicable and shameless, using a knife to kill people, which is chilling. But the student believes that the way of heaven is clear and bright, and it will not allow such villains to gain power. The teacher only needs to temporarily avoid their edge, leave Chengdu first, and things will always find a turning point slowly."

Yang Tiehuai looked at this eldest disciple calmly, without speaking.

After arriving in Chengdu, he was one of the most fiery great Confucian scholars. At first, he wrote angry scoldings in the newspapers, refuting various actions of the Huaxia Army. Then, he went to the streets to debate with people. After being hit on the head with a stone, these behaviors became even more radical. For the turmoil of July 20th, he colluded privately and contributed a lot. But at the moment when the riot broke out, the Huaxia Army directly sent a letter of warning. He hesitated for a night, and in the end, he couldn't make up his mind to take action. Now, he has been raised by the Confucian scholars in the city and has become the person who is scolded the most.

At this time, the principle of "the clear are clear" is actually no longer working. The more the event fails, the more the participants need to find someone to take the blame. As for whose fault it is, it is no longer important. After all, without this person, how should the fools understand themselves?

The wound on his forehead has healed. After taking off the bandage, it left an unsightly scab. The old man's serious face and the unsightly scab complemented each other. Every time he appeared in front of people, he showed a strange aura. Others might chuckle in their hearts, and he knew that others would chuckle in their hearts, but because of this knowledge, the expression on his face became more and more stubborn and tough. This toughness also complemented the blood scab, showing a confrontational expression that others knew he also knew.

"... I know what to do."

After a long time, he said this sentence.

The noise and scolding outside the courtyard became more and more ear-piercing.

***************

On July 20th, the Jurchen prisoners who were escorted over had been settled in the military camp in the western suburbs of Chengdu.

During the evening release, Wanyan Qingjue saw a familiar figure passing by not far away through the fence of the camp—he carefully identified it twice—it was Zuo Huai, who had punched him in Changsha. This Zuo Huai looked delicate, and at that time, he looked almost like a male courtesan. But at this time, he was wearing a black Huaxia Army uniform, his figure was tall and straight, and his eyebrows were like sword edges. Looking over, he indeed had the awe-inspiring aura of a soldier.

"Young Master Zuo! Young Master Zuo—"

Wanyan Qingjue grabbed the railing and waved towards this side.

He was one of the highest-ranking nobles in the Jurchen army, and he had been captured once before. He was now assisting the Huaxia Army in managing the high-ranking prisoners. Therefore, these days, he occasionally did some outrageous things, and the Huaxia Army soldiers nearby did not immediately come over to stop him.

Zuo Huai and several soldiers next to him looked towards this side. Then he raised his eyebrows and came over here: "Oh, isn't this the little Prince Wanyan? You look good. Have you been eating and drinking well recently?"

"Young Master Zuo, I have something to say to you."

"... It's not a good sign to eat and drink well in prison. Aren't you afraid you're eating your last meal?"

Because of Yu Mingzhou's matter, Zuo Huai had no good feelings for Wanyan Qingjue. At this time, he said these words to scare him. Wanyan Qingjue's expression was serious, and his hand almost stretched out from the fence to grab him: "Young Master Zuo! I have something important, which is good for you... which is good for the Huaxia Army. Please listen... You know my identity, and you know the identity of these people in the camp. Everyone has families in the Jin Kingdom, and each household has relationships. According to the rules of the Jin Kingdom, those who are defeated but not dead can be redeemed with gold and silver..."

"That's not our rule."

"But it can be considered." Wanyan Qingjue said, "I know that after the defeat of Western Xia, you also let them redeem their people. I was also captured for the first time and was redeemed. Today, some of the identities of these people in the camp you know, but you are not familiar with the Jin Kingdom. As long as they can go back, you can get more benefits than you think. I have written a list here, which is something you didn't know before. I know you can see Mr. Ning, and you can give it to him for me... give it to him for me..."

Zuo Huai looked at him: "The military parade didn't say it was going to kill you. Are you so scared?"

"It's not fear, but since it's going to be handed over anyway, we are willing to give a little more, so that you have more chips. Maybe... everyone can go back sooner." Wanyan Qingjue's expression was fairly calm. At this time, he smiled, "It's not good to kill Han people. I know that since the Tang Dynasty, offering prisoners to the ancestral temple has not killed prisoners very often. We lost fair and square on the battlefield. You don't need to kill us. Killing us can only lead to endless war..."

Zuo Huai was silent for a moment: "I quite like endless war..."

"But it's not necessary... it's not necessary..." Wanyan Qingjue looked at him there. "Please hand it over. Anyway, it won't harm you..."

"... You bring it here."

Zuo Huai finally nodded, and Wanyan Qingjue immediately took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and handed them out. Zuo Huai did not take the paper. A soldier next to him came over, and Zuo Huai said: "Take a bag, seal this thing up, and present it to the secretariat, saying that it is the conditions that Little Prince Wanyan hopes Mr. Ning will consider... Are you satisfied? Actually, in the Huaxia Army, it doesn't make much difference whether you hand it over yourself or I hand it over."

Wanyan Qingjue nodded. He took a breath and took two steps back: "I remembered some things about Yu Mingzhou. Young Master Zuo, if you want to know, after the military parade..."

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Huai's eyes sank at the fence, and a sinister murderous aura had risen: "If you mention that name again, I will personally send you on your way after the military parade!"

Wanyan Qingjue shut up and waved his hand. Zuo Huai stared at him for a moment and turned to leave.

The sun was setting in the west, and Wanyan Qingjue stood there blankly for a moment at the fence, exhaling a long breath. Compared to the other Jurchen prisoners of war in the camp, his mentality was actually a little more peaceful. After all, he had been captured once before, and he had been exchanged back. He had also seen Mr. Ning, who valued interests and was not easy to kill. As long as he cooperated with him to complete the process of offering prisoners, the other party would not even be interested in humiliating these prisoners—because the Han people value being gentlemen.

Of course, even if the risk was low, they didn't want to take it. People longed to go home sooner, especially those who had large families and had enjoyed half their lives. No matter how much gold, silver, or Han slaves they had to pay for the exchange, their families would find a way. Therefore, recently, he had been trying to find a way to get the message to Mr. Ning.

He thought of the upcoming military parade.

Maybe after the military parade, the other party would call him over again. During this time, he would definitely say a few words to him, teasing him for being caught again, and then of course, he would show the power of the Huaxia Army. If he was humble and behaved more humbly, making him satisfied, everyone might be able to go home sooner—a great man can bend and stretch. As the highest-ranking person among them, it was not shameful to suffer some humiliation...

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