"What did he promise?"

A weak voice sounded from the ice coffin.

If it weren't for the fact that Wen Xin's literati had far better hearing than ordinary people, he would probably not hear it. Yu Hai was not surprised by this, but 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 person in the ice coffin had a more complex complexion than the ice and snow. He was so white that he was faintly blue. He was thin and pale, and there seemed to be a handful of fragile bones all over his body, and a gust of wind could blow him away. He pursed his bloodless lips slightly, and sat up with Yu Hai's strength. His limbs were so stiff that they were uncontrollable that they could not control it. It seemed that even the simplest movement would be extremely expensive: "Are you going to do it early?"

Yu Haidao: "It was three or four hours early."

The man in the ice coffin asked him: "When is the time now?"

Yu Hai replied: "There is still a quarter of an hour before the third day of the day."

Seeing the expectation flowing in the eyes of the man in the ice coffin, he also said, "It's the full moon today, and the moon is just right. Do you want to see it?"

During the day, there are many people and eyes, but now it is late at night.

He doesn't have to worry about something unexpected when he walks two steps in the backyard garden.

The man in the ice coffin pursed his lips and looked at him with anticipation eyes, as if asking, "Is this OK?" Yu Hai personally took the wooden wheelchair that had been prepared and helped the other party sit down slowly. I don't know if he just woke up from the ice coffin or because of other reasons, the other party's skin temperature was scary, and his whole body was filled with chills: "What's wrong? As long as you can eat and live."

This villa is a real estate purchased by Yu Hai in his early years.

The geographical location is remote, and there are only three or five servants and servants who guard the house on weekdays to clean the house. This time the war is nearby, and Yu Hai will come to rest if he has time. The environment of the military camp is noisy during the day and not clean at night, so how can it be compared to the other courtyard?

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

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

"What did Guilong just said to agree to?"

The boy sat in a wheelchair and looked up at the moon silently. The bright moonlight poured into his eyebrows, adding a little bit of almost transparent white.

The handsome and elegant posture of the beautiful god can be vaguely seen.

It seems like I will ride the wind in the next second.

"My lord is his..." Yu Hai mentioned that Zhai Le was full of complaints, and then he remembered that the memories of a boy were different from those of ordinary people. The last time he mentioned Zhai Le was half a year ago. At that time, the boy was far from awake now, and his thoughts were more chaotic than babies. At twelve hours a day, there were eleven hours in a daze. Yu Hai asked him, "Do you still remember?"

The boy thought for a few breaths: "Zhai Le, I remember."

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

The boy is not able to digest the news: "Betting is not a good job."

He remembered Yu Hai mentioned that the lord was the king of a country. The king of a country was addicted to playing tricks. This matter could be big or small. The problem that Yu Hai talked about in private was probably a bit big.

"Hey, isn't it? If he loses a bet, the entire Qu Kingdom will take it in." Yu Hai complained, "When Zhai Huan held his own, he didn't say that his younger brother was so reckless. I wasted all my efforts on his plan for him. I still hoped that he could fight Shen Youli with real swords and guns. He would not rely on the bloody battle of the three armies to determine the outcome. He promised to go out in a gambling game. Aren't he stupid?"

It is even more difficult for a teenager to process this information.

Although he has no previous memory, his ability to understand is still there: "A gentleman promises a thousand gold, but a king cannot be considered a gentleman."

The young man comforted Yu Hai with a tactful and bitter voice.

"I think so too, but the matter is complicated, and the crux of the problem is not whether we can go back on our word. Qu Guo is not as strong as others in the country. If he really wants to fight, he will be a terrible victory at a huge price."

The boy wanted to speak but stopped.

Yu Haidao: "Say whatever you want."

The young man sighed: "If the dispute between the two countries does not affect the masses, it is only civil and military officials to decide the outcome, and it is okay to fight to the end."

He intuition does not like this kind of miserable victory that both sides suffer, let alone a greater probability of a miserable defeat... But Yu Hai is his benefactor, and Qu Guo is the result of his years of hard work. He can't say anything like "pleasing for living beings and stopping the war" in any case. He can only think naively that if the change between countries does not involve ordinary people, it doesn't matter.

However, this is impossible.

There are also many knowledgeable people in the Qu Kingdom who would rather sprinkle blood on the battlefield than take a step back, and the same goes for the enemy country. Only when one side is killed and killed, one side is completely defeated, will the struggle come to an end.

Yu Hai also refuted with a smile: "Dream in the daytime."

He was not dissatisfied with the young man's innocent thoughts, but he looked at the boy's face with the mentality of an elder. He lowered his head and looked at the boy's side face. Thinking of the latter's true identity and the weight represented by this identity, he could tolerate no matter how much he said he was confused.

This is his carefully prepared trump card.

But the boy said, "Maybe there are really daydreaming in the world."

After waking up for so long, many memory fragments appeared in his mind. These fragments could easily distinguish which ones actually happened and which ones were dreams. In these scattered dreams, he seemed to see many souls who had passed away waiting for reincarnation.

The young man's eyes were brighter than the bright moon in the stars: "In the dream, those who claim to be kings, princes, generals and ministers are fighting hard."

Yu Hai laughed and said, "Tsk, I'm not at ease when I die."

Don't doubt it, if there is a soul, you will be able to do it.

Seeing that the boy was tired from his eyebrows, Yu Hai did not bring him back to the cellar, but pushed him to the main yard. According to past experience, the boy can wake up for seven or eight days at a time. This time, his condition is much better than before. After being tired, he still has the energy to keep awake.

"Guilong will tell me about the past." The boy didn't have much memory of the past, he only remembered that Yu Hai was his benefactor and devoted a lot of energy to his strange disease. Yu Hai once said that they were familiar with each other and had a very good relationship. He didn't have the energy to ask before, but now he was in good spirits. He wanted to know some things about the past and maybe he could get better as soon as possible.

Yu Hai narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your name is Tan Qu, and your name is Le Zheng. Do you have any impression?"

"Song of joy, of joy, of joy?"

The boy chewed the name on the tip of his tongue several times, and a strange warmth surged in his chest. Yu Hai told him that since he had a strange disease, his body temperature has been lower than that of ordinary people in the past twenty years, and he fell asleep for several years. After only a few brief awakening and basking in the sun, his skin felt inexplicably burning.

He has been wondering what it feels like to be warm for a long time.

This strange movement made him believe in Yu Hai's words.

He said, "It's a good name."

He finished murmuring and asked again, "I used to be a good music theory?"

Yu Haidao: "I'm so good at painting, but music theory is barely enough."

The boy was not surprised by this. The name was taken at birth and was entrusted with the blessings of his elders. It does not mean that he had this talent when he grew up. The boy suddenly wanted to pick up his pen and paint, but his right hand was hit back to reality by curled up with his fingers.

"You can pick it up when you recover."

The boy nodded, his eyes full of expectations: "Then what am I good at drawing on weekdays? Do you have any paintings left by the past at home?"

Yu Hai fell into silence.

It seems that this is very difficult for him to answer.

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

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

How bad can Guilong’s painting skills be?

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

In terms of painting, there are only a few people in the world who can be better than "he", that is, they are busy with government affairs and neglect painting skills. Otherwise, after more than 20 years of hard work, the new generation of painting saints will be "he". Yu Hai sticks out his butt and pulls out a box of things from the corner.

The mysterious came over and opened it with a strange expression of expectation that the boy could not describe in words: "Look."

The young man opened his doubts one by one.

He opened it silently and closed it silently.

The pale face was a little more bloody to the naked eye.

Yu Hai held back a smile and said, "This is what you painted before you got a strange disease. In some places, it is a treasure that is hard to find."

It's not that he is lying to the boy, this painting is indeed valuable.

The living person has flaws, but the people in the painting can be perfect.

Although the gentlemen who collected it were well-dressed in the daytime, there were also people behind their backs, and there were also people who regarded the people in the painting as the goddess in the dream.

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

The boy shook his head and said, "I believe it naturally."

"Don't you think this is inappropriate?"

"If there is no desire, how can the creatures reproduce? This is not something that cannot be said, but—" The boy cared about another point. Guilong said that he had been sick for more than twenty years and then reduced his age this year, how old did he leave these old works?

At such a young age, it’s really okay to get involved in these things?

The painting is lifelike, as if the painter had seen it with his own eyes.

The boy was holding his chin and fell into silence.

This is not a hobby, that is, his life was poor in the past. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but love Tan Qu... Oh no, I love myself. Yu Hai only took out the other ones after seeing enough jokes. In addition to the fire-proofing pictures that make people blush and have serious paintings.

The boy looked at it carefully: "Everyone has an impression."

He used to be a person who loved Danqing.

"Apart from Danqing, there are other things?"

"Military books have some achievements in military formations."

The boy listened seriously, but the more he listened, the more he realized something was wrong. Yu Hai said that he used to be a very murderous person. He was a lie to open his mouth, and killed people. He had killed his lord without virtue and destroyed his unscrupulous colleagues. His only conscientious hobby was raising cats.

"cat?"

"Called by Huai Xu."
To be continued...