In the early morning, a thin mist rises in the mountains, and the green branches and buds on the mountains are covered with drops of morning dew. When the sun pokes its head out from behind the clouds, it reflects the colorful rays of light.
In front of Heishui Pass, 10,000 cavalry with one man and two horses stood quietly, their red cloaks fluttering in the wind, and their spears reflected a cold light.
"Be careful!" Ling Qingyu brushed the morning dew on Yang Zhao's cloak, took a step back, and said, "I'll wait for you to come back!"
A smile floated from the corner of his mouth, Yang Zhao pulled her over, lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "Okay, definitely come back!"
Putting on his helmet and getting on his horse, Yang Zhao swung his spear in his hand, and the Yang character flag in the hands of the flag bearers in front of the team raised high, rattling violently in the wind, and the front team set off slowly.
Ling Qingyu ran up to the Guanlou, and amidst the sound of horseshoes, the ten thousand cavalry slowly and quietly exited the gate. The early morning sun shone on the leading man, and the red battle armor flying cloak, and the slender and straight body were on his back. Serious meaning.
The corners of Ling Qingyu's eyes were a little wet. She was familiar with all the details of his body, his body, his hands, and his straight and slender legs. He has seen all kinds of expressions, doting, gentle, apologetic, and sad, but today, the emotion rises from the bottom of her heart, and tears fall from the corners of her eyes. It turns out that this is the real Yang Zhao, who has gone far away. The door of Heishuiguan was closed heavily, and Alan poked it and looked at Ling Qingyu in front of him, saying: "Girl, let's go worship God?"
"Huh?" Ling Qingyu withdrew his gaze, and looked at Alan with doubts.
"I heard from Qin Yuanxiang that every time Li Yan went to the battlefield, she would go to a temple to worship, and Li Yan was fine every time." Alan whispered.
Ling Qingyu was taken aback, God, yes, there should be a god, right? Looking at the empty mountain road again, he nodded unconsciously and said, "Okay, where is it?"
"What is it called Sanhuang Temple? It doesn't seem far away. It's in Fanzhi County, about a hundred miles away. Let's go there on horseback, and we can come back at night." Alan looked at the sky and said.
If you want to wait at home like this, you don't know how anxious you should be, but he is going to the battlefield, no matter how worried you are, you can't follow him, so why not find something to do, Ling Qingyu nodded and said: "Alright, let's go and have a look .”
"The head of the family!" He Li stepped forward to block Ling Qingyu, and after thinking about it again, once a fight broke out, Heishui Pass would also be a battlefield, and it would not be safe to leave her here in the camp. Seeing Ling Qingyu looking over suspiciously, he smiled and said : "Don't worry, the general will be fine. If you want to go to Fanzhi County, you should bring more people."
Ling Qingyu shook his head with a smile and said: "The two of us together with Ying Jiu don't make eye contact. If we bring them, people will know it at a glance, but it's easy to cause trouble. It's okay. Let's go to have an incense and come back. In a few days, Yan Qi They should be here too."
The last bloody wedding made everyone in Dai County know about Yang Zhao's wife, but Ling Qingyu had never been out to socialize, so the people in Dai County didn't actually know what she looked like. The guards left to label themselves instead.
"Wang Zuo, Kang family, you take ten people to change clothes and go with the head of the family." He Li turned around and ordered, and then turned back to Ling Qingyu and said, "It's better to be careful." At this moment, they can't get away, Yan Qi They are not here again. "Ting'an, have all the scouts been released?" He Li asked as he saw Ling Qingyu get on the horse under the service of Ying Jiu and take the changed guards along the path.
"All have already gone out. The people led by the high school captain should be able to cross the mountain today. Those people must have never thought that we are also divided into two groups." Yin Ting'an replied, hesitating for a moment, and then asked: "Brother Li, are we really going to leave?" Can we just wait like this?"
"Let's wait for Shuozhou to send troops. After Shuozhou sends troops, we will be famous when we go out." He Li turned his gaze back to the direction of Shuozhou, and said, "Tell brother to get ready and be ready to fight at any time!"
"Yes!"
After being taught by Yang Zhao for so long, now that she can finally trot on a horse on the path full of blood on her own, Ling Qingyu's thoughts are a little far away.
This time, the great week of the war seems to have cost a lot of money. The number of people in the Zhao family army system has reached 400,000, and the logistics staff must be 100,000 to 200,000, right? How much money does this have to waste? I'm afraid tens of millions of guan is needed, even the stepmother of Heishuiguan will give back last year's military salary this time, and give another 1 million guan. Is it just that with the current national strength of the Great Zhou, can it afford it? What if we lose? The Song Dynasty in my memory has never won much.
Bah bah bah! Ling Qingyu spit, and he will definitely win. It is said that Zhao Yinfeng of the Zhao family is also a fierce general, and the Zhao family's fierce generals are like clouds, you must fight hard! Let my Ah Zhao just go to make soy sauce!
Although they were riding horses, it was already noon when they arrived at Sanhuang Temple at the speed of Ling Qingyu and Alan. The temple area was very large and the incense was very lively.
Ying Jiu tied up the horses and bought incense candles and other things. Fang accompanied Ling Qingyu and Alan into the temple, while Wang Zuo and other personal guards waited outside the temple.
Kneeling on the futon, Ling Qingyu begged the gods on the seat to bless Yang Zhao to return safely from this trip with unprecedented piety. After praying, they burned incense and gave alms money, and kowtowed and offered incense along all the halls of the temple, Fang and Alan went out.
There are many small stalls outside the temple. In addition to incense candle stalls, there are also stalls selling some handicrafts and food. Smelling the fragrance, Ling Qingyu and Alan looked at each other, their stomachs rumbled.
To see him off in the morning, I just ate some porridge with Yang Zhao. It was already afternoon, so it was no wonder he was hungry. Ling Qingyu and Alan walked to the side stall and beckoned Wang Zuo and the others to eat together.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" A team of motorcades came from the official road, shouted loudly among the dozens of fast horses in front of them, and waved their whips to drive away the crowded crowd in front of the temple. Was pumped wildly.
Wang Zuo and the others immediately put down their bowls and grasped the handle of the knife. Although this place is at the junction of Hedong Road and Hebei Road, it still belongs to the sphere of influence of Heishuiguan. Here, how can anyone be so rampant
"Wait!" Ling Qingyu shouted in a low voice, and then stared at the approaching convoy. After so many days in Bianjing, he still knew some things, such as the royal emblem on the carriage.
"Let's go, Wang Zuo, you go lead the horses first, don't disturb them." Putting down the bowl, Ling Qingyu whispered.
"Yes." Wang Zuo responded, and quietly left the noodle stall with his guards, and went around to lead the horse. There were many people coming from the other side, and their posture was not ordinary people, although they were not in the sphere of influence of Heishuiguan. I will be afraid of anyone, but after all, with Ling Qingyu and Alan around, safety comes first.
After a dozen vicious guards cleared the road in front of the temple, the motorcade stopped in front of the temple, and a servant knelt down in front of the carriage, letting the person who got out of the carriage step on his back to get off the carriage.
The person who came down was wearing a red python robe. He was in his early twenties and had a good face, but his eyes were dark and his complexion was a little blue.
Looking at the beautiful woman who then came out of the carriage, Alan whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear: "This person is too drunk and his body has been hollowed out."
"Will die early?" Ling Qingyu also asked in a low voice.
"Anyway, it's impossible to live long." Alan snorted softly.
Seeing that Wang Zuo had already led the horse on the opposite side, Ling Qingyu said: "Die him, let's go, be careful."
Ying Jiu put the copper coins on the table, stood up first, and kept his hand on the hilt of the sword.
Seeing that the pedestrians were about to enter the temple gate, Ling Qingyu also stood up, and as soon as they entered, went to meet Wang Zuo, and then went back immediately. This person is probably the Second Prince of the Supervising Army, the son of Wang Guifei, and he is also a person with faults. It's just that during this kind of battle, Ling Qingyu brought a beauty to play, and Ling Qingyu felt angrily in his heart, and gave him a hard look from the back.
As if sensing her gaze, the second prince, who was about to step into the temple, stopped and turned to look over.
Ying Jiu pulled Ling Qingyu fiercely, and the people sitting at the table next to them had already flew away, and Jian Guang pointed at the second prince and the others with a cold light.
In the early morning, a thin mist rises in the mountains, and the green branches and buds on the mountains are covered with drops of morning dew. When the sun pokes its head out from behind the clouds, it reflects the colorful rays of light.
In front of Heishui Pass, 10,000 cavalry with one man and two horses stood quietly, their red cloaks fluttering in the wind, and their spears reflected a cold light.
"Be careful!" Ling Qingyu brushed the morning dew on Yang Zhao's cloak, took a step back, and said, "I'll wait for you to come back!"
A smile floated from the corner of his mouth, Yang Zhao pulled her over, lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "Okay, definitely come back!"
Putting on his helmet and getting on his horse, Yang Zhao swung his spear in his hand, and the Yang character flag in the hands of the flag bearers in front of the team raised high, rattling violently in the wind, and the front team set off slowly.
Ling Qingyu ran up to the Guanlou, and amidst the sound of horseshoes, the ten thousand cavalry slowly and quietly exited the gate. The early morning sun shone on the leading man, and the red battle armor flying cloak, and the slender and straight body were on his back. Serious meaning.
The corners of Ling Qingyu's eyes were a little wet. She was familiar with all the details of his body, his body, his hands, and his straight and slender legs. He has seen all kinds of expressions, doting, gentle, apologetic, and sad, but today, the emotion rises from the bottom of her heart, and tears fall from the corners of her eyes. It turns out that this is the real Yang Zhao, who has gone far away. The door of Heishuiguan was closed heavily, and Alan poked it and looked at Ling Qingyu in front of him, saying: "Girl, let's go worship God?"
"Huh?" Ling Qingyu withdrew his gaze, and looked at Alan with doubts.
"I heard from Qin Yuanxiang that every time Li Yan went to the battlefield, she would go to a temple to worship, and Li Yan was fine every time." Alan whispered.
Ling Qingyu was taken aback, God, yes, there should be a god, right? Looking at the empty mountain road again, he nodded unconsciously and said, "Okay, where is it?"
"What is it called Sanhuang Temple? It doesn't seem far away. It's in Fanzhi County, about a hundred miles away. Let's go there on horseback, and we can come back at night." Alan looked at the sky and said.
If you want to wait at home like this, you don't know how anxious you should be, but he is going to the battlefield, no matter how worried you are, you can't follow him, so why not find something to do, Ling Qingyu nodded and said: "Alright, let's go and have a look .”
"The head of the family!" He Li stepped forward to block Ling Qingyu, and after thinking about it again, once a fight broke out, Heishui Pass would also be a battlefield, and it would not be safe to leave her here in the camp. Seeing Ling Qingyu looking over suspiciously, he smiled and said : "Don't worry, the general will be fine. If you want to go to Fanzhi County, you should bring more people."
Ling Qingyu shook his head with a smile and said: "The two of us together with Ying Jiu don't make eye contact. If we bring them, people will know it at a glance, but it's easy to cause trouble. It's okay. Let's go to have an incense and come back. In a few days, Yan Qi They should be here too."
The last bloody wedding made everyone in Dai County know about Yang Zhao's wife, but Ling Qingyu had never been out to socialize, so the people in Dai County didn't actually know what she looked like. The guards left to label themselves instead.
"Wang Zuo, Kang family, you take ten people to change clothes and go with the head of the family." He Li turned around and ordered, and then turned back to Ling Qingyu and said, "It's better to be careful." At this moment, they can't get away, Yan Qi They are not here again.
"Ting'an, have all the scouts been released?" He Li asked as he saw Ling Qingyu get on the horse under the service of Ying Jiu and take the changed guards along the path.
"All have already gone out. The people led by the high school captain should be able to cross the mountain today. Those people must have never thought that we are also divided into two groups." Yin Ting'an replied, hesitating for a moment, and then asked: "Brother Li, are we really going to leave?" Can we just wait like this?"
"Let's wait for Shuozhou to send troops. After Shuozhou sends troops, we will be famous when we go out." He Li turned his gaze back to the direction of Shuozhou, and said, "Tell brother to get ready and be ready to fight at any time!"
"Yes!"
After being taught by Yang Zhao for so long, now that she can finally trot on a horse on the path full of blood on her own, Ling Qingyu's thoughts are a little far away.
This time, the great week of the war seems to have cost a lot of money. The number of people in the Zhao family army system has reached 400,000, and the logistics staff must be 100,000 to 200,000, right? How much money does this have to waste? I'm afraid tens of millions of guan is needed, even the stepmother of Heishuiguan will give back last year's military salary this time, and give another 1 million guan. Is it just that with the current national strength of the Great Zhou, can it afford it? What if we lose? The Song Dynasty in my memory has never won much.
Bah bah bah! Ling Qingyu spit, and he will definitely win. It is said that Zhao Yinfeng of the Zhao family is also a fierce general, and the Zhao family's fierce generals are like clouds, you must fight hard! Let my Ah Zhao just go to make soy sauce!
Although they were riding horses, it was already noon when they arrived at Sanhuang Temple at the speed of Ling Qingyu and Alan. The temple area was very large and the incense was very lively.
Ying Jiu tied up the horses and bought incense candles and other things. Fang accompanied Ling Qingyu and Alan into the temple, while Wang Zuo and other personal guards waited outside the temple.
Kneeling on the futon, Ling Qingyu begged the gods on the seat to bless Yang Zhao to return safely from this trip with unprecedented piety. After praying, they burned incense and gave alms money, and kowtowed and offered incense along all the halls of the temple, Fang and Alan went out.
There are many small stalls outside the temple. In addition to incense candle stalls, there are also stalls selling some handicrafts and food. Smelling the fragrance, Ling Qingyu and Alan looked at each other, their stomachs rumbled.
To see him off in the morning, I just ate some porridge with Yang Zhao. It was already afternoon, so it was no wonder he was hungry. Ling Qingyu and Alan walked to the side stall and beckoned Wang Zuo and the others to eat together.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" A team of motorcades came from the official road, shouted loudly among the dozens of fast horses in front of them, and waved their whips to drive away the crowded crowd in front of the temple. Was pumped wildly.
Wang Zuo and the others immediately put down their bowls and grasped the handle of the knife. Although this place is at the junction of Hedong Road and Hebei Road, it still belongs to the sphere of influence of Heishuiguan. Here, how can anyone be so rampant
"Wait!" Ling Qingyu shouted in a low voice, and then stared at the approaching convoy. After so many days in Bianjing, he still knew some things, such as the royal emblem on the carriage.
"Let's go, Wang Zuo, you go lead the horses first, don't disturb them." Putting down the bowl, Ling Qingyu whispered.
"Yes." Wang Zuo responded, and quietly left the noodle stall with his guards, and went around to lead the horse. There were many people coming from the other side, and their posture was not ordinary people, although they were not in the sphere of influence of Heishuiguan. I will be afraid of anyone, but after all, with Ling Qingyu and Alan around, safety comes first.
After a dozen vicious guards cleared the road in front of the temple, the motorcade stopped in front of the temple, and a servant knelt down in front of the carriage, letting the person who got out of the carriage step on his back to get off the carriage.
The person who came down was wearing a red python robe. He was in his early twenties and had a good face, but his eyes were dark and his complexion was a little blue.
Looking at the beautiful woman who then came out of the carriage, Alan whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear: "This person is too drunk and his body has been hollowed out."
"Will die early?" Ling Qingyu also asked in a low voice.
"Anyway, it's impossible to live long." Alan snorted softly.
Seeing that Wang Zuo had already led the horse on the opposite side, Ling Qingyu said: "Die him, let's go, be careful."
Ying Jiu put the copper coins on the table, stood up first, and kept his hand on the hilt of the sword.
Seeing that the pedestrians were about to enter the temple gate, Ling Qingyu also stood up, and as soon as they entered, went to meet Wang Zuo, and then went back immediately. This person is probably the Second Prince of the Supervising Army, the son of Wang Guifei, and he is also a person with faults. It's just that during this kind of battle, Ling Qingyu brought a beauty to play, and Ling Qingyu felt angrily in his heart, and gave him a hard look from the back.
As if sensing her gaze, the second prince, who was about to step into the temple, stopped and turned to look over.
Ying Jiu pulled Ling Qingyu fiercely, and the people sitting at the table next to them had already flew away, and Jian Guang pointed at the second prince and the others with a cold light.