In March of the eleventh year of Jiajing, the peach blossoms were beautiful and the snow was full.
The weather gradually warmed, but snow fell again, bright as crystals, light as feathers, white as jade, floating like silk, as if deliberately competing with a hundred flowers.
The children were frolicking and playing snowball fights, not knowing what it was like to be sad. The poor and the beggars persisted through the last cold.
Lu Bing woke up in the warm bedroom, his sweet wife Lianqiu had already got up, threw his eyebrows on the dressing table.
When Lu Bing opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the soft waist of the beloved woman and the charming face reflected in the glass mirror.
The beauty in the mirror is drawing her eyebrows earnestly, and the willow leaves are curved, as if hanging into Lu Bing's heart lake, lifting layers of microwaves. The exquisite Yao nose and apricot eyes seem to be painted by a fairy filled with ink, and the rosy lips are just right. Lu Bing couldn't help recalling the feeling of kissing, so touching.
Lian Qiu also noticed that a pair of thief eyes were peeking at him in the mirror, and couldn't help but laugh, showing a few white teeth.
Lian Qiu put down the eyebrow pencil and pulled up Lu Bing, trying to help him change clothes, but was almost pulled into Lu Bing's arms. Lian Qiu shyly patted Lu Bing's arm, while calling her maid Xueyan to wash Lu Bingduan. Water and tea.
Lu Bing got up, washed with the help of his wife and maidservant, put on a flying fish suit, hung up an embroidered spring knife, and went with his wife to greet his father and mother.
At this time, Lu Bing's father, Lu Song's body was getting worse and worse, and he had not gotten three shots a day.
Lu Bing and Lian Qiu went in to ask for peace. Lu Song sat up with a cough and asked Lu Bing, "But are you leaving today?"
Lu Bing nodded respectfully and said, "In reply to his father's words, yes."
The old lady looked at Lu Bing kindly, with a trace of worry in her eyes. Lu Song comfortably patted his wife's hand and continued to say to Lu Bing: "This is your first time out on a business trip. You must handle the business well and don't let the emperor disappointed."
Lu Bing smiled and said to his father and mother: "Don't worry, you and the elder don't know the skill of a child? It will be fine!"
The old lady sighed, "But after all, this is on the battlefield."
Lu Song also nodded and said, "Yes, on the battlefield, a person's martial arts level does not have any effect."
Lu Bing smiled relievedly: "Don't worry, you can run away if you can't beat it. Huang Feier can't keep up with Huang Feier's light exercises!"
Lu Song was amused, and said with a smile, "What a promise!"
Lu Bing smiled and said, "Isn't this telling the truth, boy?"
Lu Song smiled and shook his head slightly: "You kid..."
Lu Song finished smiling, and said with a serious expression: "Your martial arts and methods are believed by your father, but you are still young after all. Think before doing things, think twice before acting, think clearly about the results, don't ask for nothing but ask for nothing. No fault, understand?"
Lu Bing also nodded solemnly: "My boy remembered!"
Lu Bing coughed lightly and said: "You go! Don't delay the hour, or you will sleep in the wilderness after you miss the inn where you stayed at night."
When Lu Bing heard his father's words, his heart moved, as if liquid was about to gush out of his eyes, Lu Bing gritted his teeth to hold back, his father's delicate care, and the warmth under the solemn words made Lu Bing unwilling to destroy the parting atmosphere with tears.
Lu Bing took Lianqiu to salute again and retired. As soon as he left the house, his mother rushed out and said to Lu Bing, "When will I be back?" Lu Bing said in a daze, "This. Not necessarily..." His mother hesitated and pulled Lu past Lu Bing. Bing’s hand, looking at Lu Bing’s eyes, said: "Originally, your father wouldn’t let me ask you about your return date, saying that the man was loyal to the emperor, let alone being loyal to the emperor. You must be perfect, and you can’t be shackled by your family’s cares. You, but. I’m afraid of you. I’m coming back late and I’ll never see your father again.”
Lu Bing's heart seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, before he said for a moment, "Didn't you ask Dr. Li and his son for treatment?"
The old lady sighed: "Doctor Li tried her best to diagnose and treat, but your father's body is about to die, and he can't be treated with medicine. It's been a sad year..."
Lu Bing couldn't control his tears anymore. The old lady took him and raised her hand to wipe away the tears and said: "Don't cry, your father is dying, it is a happy burial... Who in this world can not die? Not to mention your father. It is said that if you can have your excellent son as the continuation of life, there will be no regrets in this life. I am just worried that you will not be able to see your father for the last time, but I regret that you will live forever."
Lu Bing knelt down, hugged his mother's waist, and buried his face deeply in his mother's arms.
"Baby must go and come back soon!"
Lu Bing arranged his clothes and went to the front hall. Sun Quan, Huang Lian'er, and Shi also packed up their things and were waiting for him. And outside the door there was Zhu Liu waiting with dozens of Jinyiwei's general flags.
Lu Bing cleared up his emotions and said, "Let's go, let's go."
When the crowd came to the door, Zhu Liu greeted him and said to Lu Bing grinningly: "Brother, there are five general flags, each with ten small flags. According to your instructions, none of those school lieutenants took them. Anyone who is called can be regarded as a good player, hehe, of course, compared to a master like me."
Lu Bing nodded and turned on his horse. Zhu Liu also hurried up to the horse, still chattering: "Actually, there are a few hundred families of kung fu, especially Xue Yang, although he doesn't have a tongue... It's a pity that you let them stay home..." Lu Bing ignored him. , Ordered: "Go!"
Everyone mounted their horses one after another. Lu Bing was about to slap his horse forward. A thin figure galloped up on a white horse, shouting: "Slow down! Go and go together!"
The thin figure rode a horse and quickly ran to Lu Bing and the others. When the knight lifted the reins, the white horseman stood up, hissed, and stopped at a distance from Lu Bing's head. Fortunately, Lu Bing's mount was an old brown horse with a long history of battle.