Half a month later, the leaders of all parties gathered in the Daliang barracks, signed an alliance, and jointly dispatched troops to encircle and suppress the Night Wolf Witch Clan.
Among the thirteen tribes, in terms of strength, Yerten was naturally the strongest. The second place is the Yunzhu tribe located in Qianlun Grassland. The leader is Yinzhu, who is also the adopted daughter of Mei Zhusong. She put her black hair into thick braids, wore a full moon scimitar around her waist, and wore a skirt embroidered with gold thread. When she stood in the sun, she was not mysterious and elegant like silver beads, but like a piece of gold in the fire. Burning and warm.
Li Jun looked at the golden figure from a distance, and said with admiration, "It's really beautiful."
Jiang Lingfei reminded from the side: "They are married, and they have both sons and daughters."
"So what about getting married." Li Jun didn't take it seriously, "Could it be that with a husband and children, a beauty is no longer beautiful? I'm just feeling the situation and expressing emotion." As he said, he turned his gaze to the other side, Ye Er Teng was talking with someone, but the green-eyed concubine was still by his side, covering most of his face with a scarf, looking more and more like some kind of mysterious and spiritual animal.
As if feeling that someone was staring at her, the concubine seemed displeased, turned around and glanced this way, a pair of green eyes under the scorching sun, with a layer of metallic luster, her skin was pale, expressionless, Li Jun couldn't help shrinking her neck, and quickly looked away, cool sweat leaked from her back—how should I put it, she was so beautiful, but also too weird, just looking at each other for a moment, I always felt that the other party was not like a living person, Rather, it looks like an exquisite puppet, carved with white jade, inlaid with a pair of glass eyes, painted with rouge, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and placed on the counter so coldly.
It's scary!
"I don't care how you appreciate beauties in Daliang, but here, you'd better behave yourself!" Jiang Lingfei didn't notice this scene, and only warned him, "If you get into trouble because of your lust, no one can protect you!"
In fact, Li Jun really wanted to have a good discussion with him. Appreciating beauty and being lustful are two different things. After all, the ancients said that everyone loves beauty. But seeing that the army was about to leave, it was not a good time to discuss the romance, so he just said: "Do you think that girl with green eyes is a bit weird?"
"Abi is Yelten's favorite concubine. Because she is too beautiful and rarely speaks, people often say that she is a monster in the snow." Jiang Lingfei said, "Since you think it is weird, you can stay away from it in the future. yes."
Li Jun repeatedly agreed, and then said to herself: "But I always think she looks familiar."
Jiang Lingfei glanced at him: "Does King Pingle have any beauties that don't look familiar?"
Li Jun: "..."
Li Jun tried to explain: "That's not what I meant."
Jiang Lingfei flicked the rein of the horse, Xiaohong spread her hooves, and ran away like the wind.
Li Jun sighed and followed.
How should I put it, it is really familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it before, and I am very upset.
In the sound of the horn, the army broke out from the camp.
The black dragon flags are flying in the wind, the team is boundless, the black iron armor makes the sun a bit dim, and the silver spears are like a forest, and the forest is cold.
The common people stood at the gate of the city together, watching the army winding away all the way, feeling uneasy, guessing where the gunpowder smoke would spread the farthest this time, and looking forward to these young soldiers returning safely without any casualties.
Yun Yifeng also got a new horse, a gift from Qianlun Grassland. Its body shape is no different from that of Feishuangjiao, its body is pitch black and its hair is shiny. After a long time in the sun, a black jade pattern will appear on its back. , was originally very majestic, but the name was not chosen, it was called Cuihua - I guess it meant that the hair was as gorgeous as green ink, but no matter how it sounds, it looks like Cuihua.
Feishuangjiao snorted, and deliberately bumped twice in dissatisfaction, leaving the wide road without walking, and forced to squeeze past Mo Yuda's side.
Ji Yanran: "..."
There was also a large carriage in the team, which Yerten had prepared for Abi. It sounds absurd to have to accompany concubines when marching and fighting, so there is another rumor that Abi has been haunted by monsters. He dared to leave her alone in the Qingyang Grassland, so he could only keep her with him at all times.
At this time, the curtain of the carriage was being lifted by a small corner, and the green eyes were hidden in the shadows, without blinking. A farther and more empty horizon.
…
The bonfire was burning brightly.
It's been a very, very cold September night.
Yun Yifeng was wearing a silver cloak, with his palms and chin retracted, only a few thin white fingers were exposed, and he pinched a map to look carefully. The old lair of the Night Wolf Witch Clan is located in the deepest part of the sandy grass barren hill, surrounded by a large expanse of unknown desert, once the strong wind blows, even the sky and the earth will be blurred, and they will swallow a mouthful of gravel when they open their mouths. Even if it is a real witch or demon, it is afraid that this kind of ghost place will not be able to survive, let alone a group of gangsters who call themselves witches. It is even more vicious, like a beast, trying to rush out, so as to fight for a more comfortable environment and life.
Ji Yanran cut the roast meat into small pieces, sandwiched them in naan bread and handed them to him: "Go to rest early after eating, the road ahead will be hard work,"
"It is often said in poems that the Milky Way runs across." Yun Yifeng looked at the star-studded sky, "The desert is really an interesting place. During the day, it is full of wind and sand, and it is extremely difficult, but when it is quiet at night, it is another. A scene."
"No matter how beautiful the starry sky is, it can't be lived in." Ji Yanran said, "For so many years, the imperial court has been studying the method of famine control, recruited many experts from the people, has drawn up preliminary plans, and cultivated drought-resistant plants. Trees. Leaving aside the Night Wolf Witch Clan, Brother Huang has always hoped that the tribes on the border can coexist peacefully, because only when the flames of war are extinguished can Daliang spend a large sum of money to manage the desert wholeheartedly."
"This is a good thing." Yun Yifeng thought for a while, "After the night wolf witch clan is wiped out, maybe everyone can sit down and discuss in detail, sign a peace covenant with a longer period of time and a wider scope, and focus on fighting the war. It takes 100 years, or even 300 years, to control sand and plant trees, and this place will definitely have a new look.”
"Others are easy to say, but Yerten is a cunning wild wolf." Ji Yanran unscrewed the water bag, "The interests he wants will always be contrary to Daliang's interests, and I am afraid that he will not be persuaded."
Yun Yifeng took a sip and frowned: "Why are you packing wine?"
"It's water mixed with wine, it can warm you up." Ji Yanran said, "Drink two more sips, and I'll hold you in my arms at night, so you won't be cold."
Jiang Lingfei and Li Jun happened to pass by, they froze for a moment, and then speeded up their pace in unison.
I didn't hear anything.
The public, really.
If it is said that Yerten's love for Abi is displayed dazzlingly on the bright side, attracting criticism from everyone, then His Royal Highness Xiao's cherishment for his sweetheart is hidden in every detail, and only one person will know. The clothes box was lined with soft silk and incense, and I brought ten sets of pajamas alone. Other people’s sleeping bags were filled with cotton camel hair at most, and only Yun Yifeng’s was made of hibiscus feathers, which were warm and light. An extra layer of the softest cloud brocade was sewn on, and after lying in it, it was like falling into a cloud that had been exposed to the sun. Even the jade pillow is used to it, Ji Yanran spread his hair for him, and said: "I found that you recognize the pillow when you sleep."
Yun Yifeng was puzzled: "Really? I didn't find out myself."
Ji Yanran smiled, blew out the lamp, covered his ears, and weakened the noise and wind outside the tent a little, coaxing: "This is like being at home."
Yun Yifeng buried her face in his arms, and said a low "hmm".
Very warm.
In the tent next door, Li Jun was shivering with cold wrapped in a quilt. Anyway, he couldn't fall asleep, so he started to think wildly, but his blue eyes remained in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it. After a long while, he suddenly rushed to the other side of the tent in panic, and asked, "Is it possible that I have been hit?" Spiritualism, right?"
Jiang Lingfei didn't even open his eyes, raised his hand and punched: "Get out!"
Li Jun covered her nose and lied back to her sleeping bag.
hum.
And this long night, for the Night Wolf Witch Clan, is the beginning of every day.
Their houses are built with huge stones, and from a distance, they look like weird beasts one after another, growing abruptly in the desert.
Two men were sitting face to face, one was the patriarch of the Night Wolf Witch Clan, Hao Meng, and the other was the leader of the Red Crow Sect, who had no name and called himself Fu, representing ancient slaughter and war, and was also a demagogue to the outside world. Spiritual God".
"The thirteen clans united with Ji Yanran, and in about a month or so, we will be able to reach the deserted hills." Fu asked, "Has the patriarch thought clearly about how to deal with it?"
"I've been waiting for them for a long time." Mo Meng said bitterly, "The Heijiao camp in Daliang, the well-known His Royal Highness Xiao Wang. By the way, there is also Yinzhu from the Yunzhu tribe. Her husband killed my wife. I'm going to kill her to pay for it."
There was a fire outside.
Group after group of people came out of the room, like groups of ants, scrambling to kneel on the ground, and began to worship every day. They are afraid of this long night, just like they are afraid of the coming doomsday, muttering incomprehensible spells in their mouths, pressing their foreheads against the cold wasteland, tremblingly hoping that when the last thunder comes, they can get God blesses you.
Ridiculous, yet chilling.
…
Because the battlefield is far away in the deserted hills of sand and grass, the lives of the people on the border have not been greatly affected. Still grazing, singing, dancing, the shopkeepers wandering between the villages and towns will always pick some rare goods, such as at this moment, in front of them is two feet long, seven or eight inches wide, with a stretched top. An instrument with five strings.
"It's Fengqiwu!" the salesman said firmly in his poor Chinese!
"So that's what it is." Li Jun suddenly realized, and said cheerfully, "Okay, I bought it!"
And when resting in the tea shed, the treasures were usually given to Yun Yifeng.
Everyone was silent.
Li Jun had good intentions at first, he remembered the phrase "It's a pity I didn't bring Feng Qiwu", so he always thought about this matter, and always asked when he came across villages and towns, the sky pays off, and today he finally asked. The specific dialogue is as follows -
"Little shopkeeper, do you have Feng Qiwu?"
"What?"
"Feng Qiwu, a piano!"
"Qin, yes!"
The business was done so smoothly.
Yun Yifeng smiled and said: "Feng Qiwu is a guqin, but it's okay, this instrument looks very unique and cute."
"This is the thunder qin. It was originally used to drive away wolves. Later, it can be played for fun." Lin Yingjiu was in the northwest and had no chance to see the big scenes in the palace, so he made a mistake that everyone is prone to make. I always felt that for an elegant and refined young man in snow clothes like Master Yunmen, sliding his fingers across the strings should be the sound of mountains and flowing waters, so he warmly invited, "Why don't you play a song."
Jiang Lingfei's smile was stiff, and he squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "No more." While speaking, he kicked Ji Yanran under the table, don't worry!
His Royal Highness Xiao Wang sat still, I don't care, I can't control it, I will get angry if I do.
Jiang Lingfei: "..."
Yun Yifeng tried to pluck the strings, and the sound was like thunder, which was really suitable for chasing wolves.
Jiang Lingfei dropped his chopsticks and wanted to run away.
Ji Yanran didn't change her face, she pressed his shoulder with one hand, and pushed him back to the seat, listen to me!
Li Jun was also in high spirits, looking forward to enjoying the beauty playing the piano.
The first sound was like tearing the silk, not the noisy and graceful tearing of the silk, but an angry muscular man pulling the cloth, feeling like he was going to smash his mother's loom in the next moment.
Li Jun's expression froze.
Lin Ying and the soldiers in the tea shed were also stunned.
The sound spread far away, and people from other tribes were scolding, what the hell sound
Yerteng felt restless when he heard it, and stood up and was about to go to the tea shed, but the concubine with green eyes suddenly said: "It's the thunder piano."
He was overjoyed, and he didn't care about howling in the distance, squatting in front of her and softly said: "Are you willing to talk?"
Abi staggered his gaze from him, and looked towards the sky again.
A song is over, or it may not be over, anyway, no one can understand it. Seeing that Yun Yifeng stopped, Ji Yanran praised: "Not bad."
The rest of the people also woke up from a dream, and applauded one after another, no more playing, no more playing.
Yun Yifeng hastened to be humble: "Actually, I play very averagely."
Ji Yanran stroked his side face with her thumb, feeling relieved in her heart that you still know how you are.
As a result, Master Yunmen answered the next sentence, and he needs to practice more in the future.
Ji Yanran supported her forehead with one hand, and said softly, okay.
Li Jun faced the condemning eyes around her, and was about to cry. I, I, I don't know, you didn't say it beforehand, and you all lamented that Feng Qiwu was not brought with regret that day, so I just believed it!
The Lei Mingqin was carefully put into a cloth bag by Yun Yifeng, and hung beside Cuihua, just like celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, they always carry wine and musical instruments with them, very coquettish.
Li Jun tiptoed, following behind every day thinking about how to steal this thing away.
On this day, a few white horses galloped all the way, chasing after the army, and rushed to the front of the team with billowing smoke and dust, causing a commotion.
"What's the matter?" Lin Ying tightened the reins, turned around and asked.
"Back to Vice General Lin, a group of people claiming to be disciples of the Fengyumen came." The subordinate said, "They say they have something urgent to see the master of the Yunmen!"
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