"It seems that General Sheng has arrived in Xianyang, everyone, I will excuse you today!" Zhao Jingyi let out a long breath, nodded slightly to the people around him, got up and left.
According to this General Sheng's temperament, he didn't like to report to put on a fight, so he rushed all the way from the capital.
Enjoy the scenery along the way, drink and eat meat, so happy! Wu Zhuangyuan's own free, easy and uninhibited, all reflected in the sixteen-year-old Sheng Yaoshan.
Presumably Zhao Jingyi is also aware of Sheng Yaoshan's temperament, seeing him now, he hurried back to the residence to make arrangements.
Although it is not acceptable, the etiquette system should be done.
"Report—General! Horse thief traces are found ahead!" A scout turned back and reported quickly.
"Chasing!" Sheng Yaoshan's face turned cold, he shouted, and reached out to take the spear from behind, the light flickered, and the chill was overwhelming.
There was a burst of dust and boiling, horseshoes burst, and the horse neighed.
When calm was restored again, the hero's whereabouts had long been unknown.
Outside the city, the wilderness is open, everything is bleak, the wind is cold, and the winter is more intense.
Sheng Yaoshan led his own cavalry, followed the horseshoe marks, and chased to the edge of a birch forest.
"General, this forest is dangerous, it's better to be careful!" A general reined in his horse, vigilantly reminding Sheng Yaoshan beside him.
"It doesn't matter! It's just a horse thief or a clown, nothing to worry about! Search separately!" Sheng Yaoshan snorted coldly, tightened the reins, the red rabbit raised its front hooves, jumped a few times in the air, then turned headlong into the birch forest, and quickly disappeared in the Among the dappled tree shadows.
"Yes!" The general shouted back, and disappeared into the messy birch forest with a group of cavalry behind him.
At the end of the forest is a winding path, beside a secluded path, in a simple tea shed, a hunchbacked old man is busy.
Three burly men sat crookedly under the shed, drinking and eating, with a group of well-dressed attendants behind them.
Sheng Yaoshan walked around in the forest, but found no trace of the horse thief, so he simply got out of the forest and came to the small tea shed without knowing it.
"Boss, a pot of clear tea!" Sheng Yaoshan raised his voice.
At this time, the three big men were full of wine and food.
"Guest officer, are you ready?" The old man stood up courteously.
"Yeah." A bearded man wiped the soup stains on his beard, got up and was about to leave.
"Guest officer, what else do you need?" The old man refolded the towel on his shoulders and asked meaningfully.
"No need, don't block the way!" The other triangle didn't even look at the old man, got up and bumped the old man domineeringly with his strong shoulder.
The old man was sluggish, took a few steps back, swayed from side to side, and almost fell.
All the attendants also stood up at this time, and wanted to go out one after another.
"Hey." The old man put on a helpless smile, bowed his waist and continued to step forward, "Which master will pay for the wine."
"Fuck!" A scarred face slapped the table with his left hand, and stretched his right hand into his arms, as if something was about to come out.
The bearded man grabbed Dao Scar's face and shouted: "Don't cause trouble, get out of here quickly."
Scarface put away his right hand, and cursed a few words: "I'm not dead, I never give money for meals!"
It seems that this is to eat the king's meal!
At this moment, in Xianyang City, in the streets and alleys, Zhao Jingyi is sending people to post notices.
"I would like to inform all the neighbors that there are horse thieves from outside hovering around Xianyang recently. They are famous for their knives and sticks, and they are doing evil deeds of looting. I hope that the neighbors will tell each other when they see this. They need to pair up when they go out, and they will close their doors at night. Anyone who finds out Those who track horse thieves must report it to the Governor of Xianyang in time, and there must be no mistakes. Those who have meritorious service will be rewarded!"
In the back kitchen, Rourou's mind was blank at this moment, and she left Zuixianlou on the grounds of feeling unwell.
"Rou'er, the weather is getting worse. I'm afraid it's going to snow. Take an umbrella home!" Wen Shouzheng wiped his hands, then took an oiled paper umbrella, stuffed it into Rourou's hand, and carefully instructed, Then he turned around and went to work again.
Rou Rou looked up at the sky, although it was very cloudy, it was not as cold as yesterday. Simply wandering aimlessly in the street alone, walking and walking, somehow, he walked out of the city gate and came to the moat outside the city.
At this moment, in the simple tea shed, Sheng Yaoshan was quietly observing the three burly men beside him, the coldness in his eyes was even thicker.
"Guest officer, this shop is a small business, and these few copper coins are enough for the little old man to barely make ends meet!" The old man tugged at Scarface's sleeve, his legs bent, begging bitterly.
"Old man, tired of working! Dare to ask your uncle for money!" Scarface couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand, and shook the old man down, and then the knife flashed, a flat-topped saber with a ring, A little hemp rope was wrapped around the handle of the knife, shining in front of the old man's neck.
"Ah!" The old man exclaimed, his limbs were paralyzed from fright, and he sat down on his buttocks, unable to utter any more words.
The group laughed wildly.
"Brave maniac! How dare you commit crimes in broad daylight? Did you ever see the king's law in your eyes!" Seeing this scene, Sheng Yaoshan shouted loudly, stretched out his arms, and instantly blocked the bright silver spear under the saber.
"Midget your own business!" Scarface turned his head, seeing Sheng Yaoshan alone, he squinted his eyes, cocked his mouth and poohed: "Boy, if you are busy, I will let you accompany this old man to be buried today!"
"I'm afraid I'm going to send you to see King Yan Luo! The brave horse thief, you can catch him before you put your hands up!" Sheng Yaoshan snorted coldly.
The bearded man narrowed his eyes and said, "People from the government!"
Sheng Yaoshan waved his spear: "Not bad!"
In fact, when he was having tea just now, he had been guessing where these people came from.
Based on this different appearance from the crowd, one can already guess a somewhat vicious nature.
Seeing that he was arrogant and domineering, and wanted to attack with a knife, he even guessed that he must be the horse thief he had been looking for for days.
It's just that I can't hold back, I want to follow them to find the old nest, and wipe out the troubles in one fell swoop.
Who would have thought, but seeing a life-threatening scene, he had no choice but to stand up.
The triangular-eyed "hehe" sneered, and said disdainfully, "Boy, is it just you?"
Sheng Yaoshan didn't say any more, and immediately made a move.
There was only a sound of cold weapons clashing, the three men with big beards, triangular eyes, and scar faces had already revealed their hiding places, and they all attacked Shengyao Mountain with double halberds, long whips, and sabers.
The green shirt, which was like sapphire, instantly fought with the three groups of pickles.
More than a dozen people around also gathered around and besieged Sheng Yaoshan.
At this moment, Wen Rou is still standing alone by the moat, and the scenes of the previous life are as clear as yesterday.
The sky is getting lower and darker, which makes people feel chilly.
The river, which was still calm just now, has already set off waves.
The wind picked up, and Wenrou couldn't help shivering.
Sheng Yaoshan was still fighting with the horse thieves, and among the crowd, guns and flowers were flying like flying dragons. The bright silver gun body was extremely dazzling, like a ball of moonlight, making people unable to get close.
Sheng Yaoshan fought more and more bravely, fighting in and out, criss-crossing, majestic and majestic. Not long after, more than a dozen attendants lay dead on the spot, only the three leaders were still struggling to support themselves.
"Third brother, let's go separately!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the bearded man shouted, and fled.
The remaining two also separated and fled.
Sheng Yaoshan was slightly stunned, and then threw the long spear far away, only to see a flash of light like electricity, and the triangular eyes screamed and fell from the horse.
Sheng Yaoshan sneered, patted his horse and chased after the bearded man.
At this moment, another scream was heard suddenly, Sheng Yaoshan was startled, and when he was distracted, the bearded man had already disappeared.
Not far away, a ball of whiteness like snow flashed past Sheng Yaoshan's eyes, and suddenly disappeared again.
Could it be him
The corners of Sheng Yaoshan's mouth raised slightly, his eyebrows raised, he reined in his horse and turned around, and went to the scream.
In the bushes, blood spurted profusely from the scarred face and neck.
Sheng Yaoshan rode forward, pulled out the spear from the back of the triangular eye, turned around in a circle, found a direction, and chased straight out.
By the moat, Wen Wen alone held up a goose-yellow oil-paper umbrella and was about to return.
Pieces of pure white snowflakes are falling,
The bearded man leaned down on the horse, running and looking back, his face full of panic.
Behind him, a cloud of flying snow jumped forward.
The bearded man is getting closer and closer, coming straight to Wen Rou's side, and the ferocious look on his face can be clearly seen.
Gentle and frightened.
The paper umbrella slipped and stood there in a daze, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness.
Suddenly, the ball of flying snow was divided into two parts, the sky and the earth. The sky jumped up, and the ground was still leaping forward.
"It's him!"
Wen Rou was startled, an indescribable impulse seemed to jump out of her chest, she almost blurted out.
It's him!
I saw that it was not Feixue that was falling rapidly from the sky, but a young man in white clothes, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like autumn water, his clothes were covered with snowflakes, his body was covered with brushes, he left the world and left the dust, he went to Lingxian's house, and the cold north wind , skipping his fluttering hair, his large white clothes fluttered in the wind, his thin and red lips were slightly parted, as if there was a faint smile inadvertently revealed.
"Huhu" a gust of wind blew, but the young man in white turned around, stood in front of Wenrou, closed his eyes and smiled, his slender white hands were gently pulled out from the sleeves, twirled around his waist, and untied a long and narrow soft belt .
"Crack la la" trembled for a while, and the narrow and long soft belt unexpectedly "crack la la" a silver light in the air.
When I looked closely again, I found that it was not a soft belt at all, but a silver soft sword.
Under the wind and snow, there is a majestic white light.
The bearded man was full of fear, so he leaned over and urged the horse to gallop.
"Thief! Where can I escape!" the white-clothed boy whispered, and flew forward, holding the sword in one hand, pointing directly at the thief.
"Hiss." With just a light swipe, red plum blossoms appeared on the ground covered with a thin layer of snow.
When I saw the bearded man again, he had already fallen on his back, his eyes were wide open, his throat was stained with blood, and he was on his deathbed!
Looking at the young man in white, he only shook his soft sword lightly and put it in his waist. The sword wasn't stained with blood at all, it was really an excellent weapon!
At this moment, the mass of snow on the ground approached, and the young man in white rang out a long whistle, and a magnificent white horse came looking for the sound.
The gentle tears could no longer be stopped, she recognized the man, the horse, and the sword.
Ren Yue, the third son of the Grand Marshal of the Great Zhou Bingma, the future champion of the new science and literature. Su Ai Baiyi, even though she is a general, is not only outstanding in martial arts, but also outstanding in literary talent.
He is known as the "Master Wushuang" for his "unrivaled wisdom and strategy, unparalleled elegance, unparalleled violin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and poetry and prose".
Six as son Sheng Yaoshan!
Peerless son Ren Sanlang!
Blue shirt and white clothes, big week double pride.
If I remember correctly, Ren Yue at this time should be two years older than Wen Rou.
That horse is even Ren Yue's favorite thing, called Yingxue, its whole body is pure white, without any contamination.
Rourou still remembered that in his previous life, Ren Yue abandoned his official title for him, angered the Holy Majesty, and was banned from being an official for life. After leaving the prison, the sky and the earth are vast, boundless and snowy.
She rode together with Ren Yue.
The color of snow is like smoke, and the world is polluted by the wind.
Bai Yi smiled and turned his hands to cover the sky.
There is no way to be the most ruthless when sailing thousands of miles.
It's rare to meet a bosom friend.
That winter day, the unyielding boy under the snow all over the sky.
Yi Ren's words turned into a lifelong belief.
At this moment, Sheng Yaoshan galloped here on a red rabbit.
Ren Yue smiled slightly, with tearful tenderness flashing across the corner of his eyes, and walked over slowly.
Leaning over to pick up the fallen oil-paper umbrella, gently shaking the falling snow on the umbrella, opening it again, and slowly propping it on top of Gentle's head.
One umbrella, two people.
Let the wind and snow fly, and look at each other under the umbrella.
The desolate north wind seems to have weakened a lot at this moment, and it only winds around softly, brushing over Ren Yue's scattered hair.
The hair wandered, almost scratching the tender ears and the tip of the nose, and it was crispy and itchy, which made people suddenly feel emotional.
"Girl, I'm frightened." Ren Yue's voice was like jade, warm and heartwarming.
Familiar taste, familiar sound.
Gentle took the umbrella, speechless.
Ren Yue's thin lips moved slightly, revealing a secret smile, he jumped into the air, and flew away, his sleeves fluttered slightly, and he jumped on his horse.
At this moment, Sheng Yaoshan has rushed to the side of the bearded man.
Ren Yue sat upright on the horse, and with a sudden sound, the horse jumped up.
When we met again, Yingxue carried Ren Yue to the other side of the river.
"Get rid of the den of thieves, get rid of all the thieves, Sheng Yaoshan, you can't do it, hahahaha!" Ren Yue looked up to the sky with a long smile, turned his horse around, took out a jade flute from his sleeve, and played it leisurely.
The faint sound of the flute is extremely empty and silent.
Snow is flying all over the sky, and the lingering sound is curling up.
Sheng Yaoshan was not annoyed at all, and his voice went far away: "Ren Sanlang, there will be a time later!"
After finishing speaking, he turned back and whizzed away like the wind.
Chitu's thick eyelashes passed over Wen Rou's side, and snorted mischievously, Sheng Yaoshan turned his head inadvertently, leaving a smile.
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