The Mingguang armor in front of the screen wall is a vertical armor made of armor and is supported by a wooden frame behind it, just like some famous Warring States armor displayed by later generations of Japan.

Compared with the lacquered wooden armor of Japan, the Tang Dynasty Mingguang armor in front of me is more majestic and powerful.

The heart protection glasses on the chest are no longer perfect, and there are countless traces of stabbing the gun on them.

The arm guards, crotch guards, and knee guards are all damaged.

These are the traces left by war.

Although it is damaged, this bright light armor is still well maintained.

It is smooth and shiny, without any rust.

In the middle of the helmet, it was supposed to be the face of the warrior, but now it is covered with a mask.

The red paint is like fire, and the fangs are exposed.

It is like the appearance of the Vajra, a guardian of the Dharma.

It was precisely because of this mask that Su Qingjie and Su Dawei were shocked at the first glance at the door.

Almost thought that what I saw was a real person.

"Aye!"

Su Qingjie shouted in dismay.

Tears almost burst into his eyes.

Where are the people with clothes and armor?

"What's the name? I'm not dead yet."

A slightly weak voice came from the inner part.

Su Qingjie and Su Dawei were surprised first and then happy, and rushed in with great strides.

The two of them entered the inner room and realized that there was another world.

The tables, maps, pens and inks, books, and war reports gathered together.

Su Dingfang sat in front of the table in a regular suit, with documents and masters on the left and right, as well as personal soldiers.

This place is not like a home bedroom, but like Su Dingfang’s main manager camp in front of the battle formation.

This picture made Su Dawei and Su Qingjie stunned for a moment.

They have thought a lot about Su Dingfang's serious illness and bedridden appearance, but they have never thought about the fact that everything they saw with their own eyes was so much contrast.

Su Dingfang could still sit and watch things.

Can still work.

It seems that his spirit is pretty good.

Su Dingfang, behind the table, put down the brush in his hand and glanced at the two of them: "I'm still standing there, come here."

"Aye, you are..."

"It's a long story."

Su Dingfang did not answer, but looked at Su Dawei: "Ami is here, which means that the vanguard reinforcements have arrived in Liangzhou?"

"Yes, I just arrived a few days ago. After arranging everything, I came to see you with the lion."

Su Dawei looked at Su Qingfang up and down.

Su Dingfang, who was over 70 years old, had all his hair white, his face became more and more windy and frosty, and his wrinkles covered his forehead, making him look older and haggard.

What remains unchanged is his eyes that still emit the fiery splendor that is not inferior to that of a young man.

"Master, before we came, I heard that you were seriously ill..."

"Well, I've been ill for a while before, but now I'm almost cured."

Su Dingfang moved his arm and showed that he was fine.

"Then why do they say you are seriously ill?"

"Sit down and talk."

Su Dingfang reached out to signal Su Qingjie and Su Dawei to sit in front of him.

Personal soldiers have already brought Hu Tang.

The documents on the side even made a small clay stove from somewhere, put a clay pot, put a tea cup, and started cooking tea quietly on the side.

Su Dawei looked around and found that everyone in the house was busy and there was no idle person.

It seems that there are constant files and war reports, conveying them from secret channels.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe all this.

When I was outside, I almost thought this was a dead house.

I thought Su Dingfang was really seriously ill.

Thinking about the previous Suzhou governor Zhou Yaxiang's solemn expression, Su Dawei was quite speechless.

After the two of them sat down, Su Dingfang then spoke: "I'm seriously ill, it's true."

"Hmm?" Su Qingjie couldn't help but reach out and hold Su Dingfang's palm: "Aye..."

"It's all right now."

Su Dingfang patted his palm on the back and then said, "Six years ago, I broke into the Tubo deputy prime minister Dayanmangbuzhi in Wuhai. At that time, I was infected with the miasma of Tubo, and my health was worse than before.

In recent years, he first attacked Doman, Baekje, Goguryeo, and was ordered by His Majesty to be the Ambassador of Anji to take charge of Hexi...

I've already felt energetic exhaustion.

Although I recovered from the disease this time, it was even worse than before. I don’t know when I know, I might really not be able to sleep for a long time.”

"Aye!"

Su Qingjie held Su Dingfang's hand tightly, and tears burst out from his eyes.

"Lion, put away your tears."

Su Ding looked towards his son, and his face showed a rare kindness on his face: "You are my Su family and my Su Dingfang's son, how can you be weak?"

"Aye, no more fights, we won't fight. I'll go and resign from Your Majesty and ask you to go home and go back to Chang'an to have a good life." Su Qingjie held Su Dingfang's hand in both hands and asked sadly.

This hand was once so powerful, so rough, so warm.

In my memory, I was touched by this hand countless times, listening to Aye's harsh and loving words.

But now, the hand has changed.

It is no longer strong, it is thin, so thin that it is skinny and bone-skinned, and has some age spots on the back of the palms.

Touching this hand, it is no longer warm, it is cold, it is exhausted.

Just like Su Dingfang's life.

No one can resist the passage of time.

"Aye, can I take you back to Chang'an?" Su Qingjie begged.

"She's crazy."

Su Dingfang slowly pulled back his hand and used an unquestionable tone: "A real man wrapped his body in a horse, this is the fate of a soldier. I will advance but not retreat in this life."

"Aye!"

“No need to say more.”

Su Dingfang sighed, stood up, patted Su Qingjie's face with his palm: "Wipe the tears."

After saying that, his eyes turned to Su Dawei: "Ami, you are here just in time. I have something to discuss with you."

"teacher."

Su Dawei stood up, faced Su Dingfang's cold gaze, and slowly said, "Are you pretending to be sick on purpose?"

"hehe."

Su Dingfang smiled slightly with relief.

Laughing, admitting.

"Master, the tea is ready."

The clerk on the side said, lifting the pottery and pouring boiling water into the teapot.

After a moment, the fog rose and filled with the refreshing fragrance of tea.

"Sit down, drink tea to quench your thirst, and then continue."

Su Dingfang signaled, and he walked to the map hanging between the walls, reached out and pointed: "Tubo has expanded in recent years, and their resilience and resilience have exceeded my expectations. It will be possible to annex the entire Tuyuhun territory in just six years before the Battle of Wuhai.

He even had the spare time to capture Shanzhou."

Su Qing's gaze firmly chased Su Dingfang's back, his throat moved slightly, and his expression still showed some sadness in his admiration.
To be continued...