In the northern desert of Saibei, the two armies fought fiercely for several months, and news of the victory of the Yong army camp was frequent.
Approaching the battle site, a handsome flag is wedged on the thick sandy soil surface, and the word "Huo, Huo, this land is majestic" written in thick ink on the flag cloth. Unstoppable spirit.
At this moment, just after noon, the sun is at its most venomous, and the wind is blowing loudly, but in the distance, human voices overwhelm the wind, and there is also the sound of iron objects colliding. Dayong's soldiers fought fiercely with the Turkic people, and Dayong's soldiers knew better, this battle seemed to be victorious.
As the saying goes, you know a woman by smelling the fragrance of fat and powder, the sweetness of orchid grass is the daughter of the boudoir, the scent of camellia belongs to the girl in the field, and the one who smells hot is the little prostitute in the restaurant. Armor distinguishes military rank.
In the middle of the group of soldiers, a big black horse with iron paws and deep and shallow footprints. The man on the horse has a resolute face. Even if his brows are furrowed, he feels power and anger rather than evil. .
He was wearing a dark gold armor, and the breastplate on his chest refracted light, making him look bright. When the sword was about to be drawn, a navy blue scarf was raised on his arm, and he was full of vigor, as majestic as a coach.
The fighting man in front of him looked young, wearing silver-gray armor, his face was splattered with blood, so his handsomeness was concealed.
There is also a scarf on his arm, which is bright red, and it looks really good in a speck of yellow sand, which makes the cold light of the armor even warmer. "噗嗤", the sound of the sword entering the stomach, with the moistness of spewing blood, and the rotten stickiness of the lungs, it was pulled out, let the wind blow it and put sand on it, the blade became half a point thicker.
The fierce battle was in full swing, but this sword made everyone around gasp. It turned out that the Turkic general was completely beaten. Capture the thief first and capture the king first, the leader loses his life, the soldiers will automatically panic seven points, but there is something even worse, the head of this Turkic general was cut off with a sword.
There is a rumor in Saibei that the little general of the Huo family in the Yong Dynasty loved to chop off heads, and in every battle, big or small, he would take the opponent's head and show off. No, the fresh and warm head was hung on the saddle like a blood cell, as simple as a jade pendant.
The wind on this plug has never been broken, but the yellow sand has become smaller and cannot be blown away, making the blood like a puddle mixed into mud. The general was dead, and the remnant soldiers saw that the situation was over, and those who still had legs and feet fled away one after another.
Victory, the coach raised his arms: "—the captured soldiers return to camp!"
Order, no matter who is hurt, tired, or dead, they all want to let go of their throats to disperse the remaining murderous aura, but unexpectedly, the deputy commander wearing a red scarf didn't agree, pursed his lips, said nothing, and squeezed The horse belly ran to chase and kill the remnant soldiers.
"Huo Linfeng!" The coach yelled, but didn't call back, "Stop!" He yelled again, but there was only a figure, which was so far away that there was only a shadow left.
Huo Linfeng chased the horse's hooves for seven or eight miles, holding the sword, and the head of the man on the saddle was bouncing, a bit of a vivid illusion. As far as he could see, there were a handful of remnants of the defeated army, thirty-four in total. Seeing him chasing him, the opponent looked at each other for a while to discuss, and then stopped to fight.
"Wow..." Huo Linfeng stopped thirty paces away, guessing that he was getting hot from running, he took off his helmet, sweating profusely, with a high ponytail, his brain was completely exposed. He wiped his face, and the blood on his temples was smudged, smelling fishy.
A group of remnant soldiers stepped on the end of the road, raised their knives over their heads, and their hearts sank: "Come on! Kill!" There was something in their eyes, but they were saying, "I am ready to die."
Huo Linfeng looked at the dead man's eyes, he jumped lightly, and nodded his horse's head with the toe of his boot. He knew that the later he went back, the more angry the coach would be, so he had to hurry up.
So he exaggerated to the extreme, making a move was a unique move, golden light and sparks raised yellow sand all over the sky, he manipulated the power of a thousand catties, like Yama, and claimed his life with a single sword. Except for the wind coming and going, all the noises were told him to kill them all.
In the Liaoliao desert, the strong wind blows in the face. One second, the living people screamed and gasped, and the next second, the dead were covered with yellow sand, turned around and kicked their horses, and even the bones were swallowed up.
Taking the reins back to the camp, Huo Linfeng stopped and hummed a tune when passing through the battlefield. It was an anonymous sad song. After each battle, no matter whether he wins or loses, he hums this song to comfort the bones and lonely souls of the sacrificed soldiers.
After finishing the song, I galloped back to the camp. The tent was far away, and I saw the commander standing in front of me. A group of pawns were waiting outside the gate of the camp, grabbing his legs and dragging him down, "Hey!" He swallowed, escorted him to the front of the tent, and faced the iron face of the commander.
"This subordinate is willing to receive the punishment." He first admitted his mistake and tried to get a lighter sentence, and then patched it up, "This subordinate will never do it again."
Huo Jinghai, Huo Linfeng's compatriot brother, is as calm as a reef in the sea, upright and unattainable: "As a deputy commander, don't you understand the truth that the poor should not chase after you?" , according to the military law, the punishment is sixty."
Now that the matter has come to an end, Huo Linfeng has no choice but to accept the stick obediently. If he is to be re-elected, he will definitely go after the poor. He read military books as soon as he could read, and he entered the battlefield at the beginning of the thirteenth year. Today, he has more lives in his hands than the food he eats. If he dares to chase, he dares to recognize.
The clamps were loosened slightly, the armor was peeled off, and the clothes were taken off, revealing the strong body with intertwined old scars, lying down and receiving the stick. Ten sticks have red marks, thirty sticks are swollen like hillocks, and sixty sticks are finished. If it wasn't for the martial arts body protection, the muscles and muscles would have rotted away.
Huo Linfeng didn't groan in pain, but he also complained, and secretly glared at Huo Jinghai.
This fierce battle lasted for half a year, intermittently, with countless casualties. This victory was reported to the Emperor Dayong at once, and the chaos in the frontier was over. After the emperor read it, he decided to send someone to send a letter to offer some rewards.
Left and right are waiting, there is no rush. Huo Linfeng used to pretend to be a tiger with bared teeth to fight on the battlefield, but now that the peace is over, he immediately becomes a lazy dandy, and has been coddled in the tent for three days.
His wounds had scabbed over, and he was finally willing to wear clothes, a dark blue or almost black uniform with a knot on the right lapel, narrow sleeves, textured edges, and a dark crown. He is well-organized and worthy of "the jade tree facing the wind".
Leaving the tent to look for Huo Jinghai, "Brother," the anger of being scolded and beaten disappeared, he called affectionately, and joyfully mounted his horse, "Go back to the city!"
The two brothers galloped to the outside of the city, and the people in the city embraced each other, there was a kind of lively wedding ceremony. Huo Linfeng was tired of socializing: "Brother, I'll go first." He turned his back on his brother, pulled the reins, and hurried away.
Saibei is vast, and the city is row upon row, and the long street can't be seen at a glance. "Hoo!" Kuan Jie, Huo Linfeng got off his horse, the third-tier blue-gray bricks and stones, Dan Ying engraved Jue, the guard on duty clasped his fists at him, he complied, and stepped into the wide-door mansion.
An ebony plaque hangs high on the door - Dingbei Hou's Mansion.
In the small room inside the door, the old steward who guards the door poked his head: "Huh! The young master is not hurt, the old servant has to go!"
Huo Linfeng's strides were loud, and he passed by. When he heard the sound, he turned his head, like a frivolous child who complained: "The sixty army staff just got scabbed, and the eldest brother personally supervised and beat him."
He didn't hear what he said, he crossed the front yard and caught Jing'er by the porch. A magnolia tree as tall as that, just broke its buds, and is full of vitality, with its tips brushing against the brackets. After asking Yulan to open his eyes, he entered the front hall, went straight out the small door on the side, lifted the heavy curtain on the door and dangled it for a while.
Sweeping the floor, spraying water, the little servants and girls saw him, stopped their work, and called out "Young Master" earnestly, and the older mother saw: "Ouch!" The exaggerated "Little Ancestor" has not yet exhaled, As the person was far away, he stroked his heart and rubbed it, "I'm old, my eyes are blurred!"
The Hou's mansion was deep, and the main hall was more hidden than the eldest lady in the high gate, and another threshold was stepped, Huo Linfeng's eyes were faster than his steps, and he flashed into the hall first. "Father," the door was open and there was no sound, his voice could be heard in every corner, "Father, I'm back." Seeing someone, he called out respectfully again.
In the hall, the thick dark tapestry melted the sound of boots, and four toads were coiled on the copper stove, and smoke wafted from the pores, curling up, and the toads on the lining looked like they were about to become immortals. On the front seat, there are several pieces of good wax in a nanmu box, and a piece of deer neck skin for wiping swords.
One person sat upright in the armchair by the table, showing two or three parts of the air, and the remaining seven or eight parts were full of majesty.
The xuanpao is dull, with an indigo edge rolled around the waist, and the jade hanging on the side of the hips hangs down, and a strand of red knots is a little messy. The clothes are delicate, and the person is not casual. There is a beard on the jaw, the brow bone and the bridge of the nose are straight, two deep eyes are embedded, the hair is black and shiny, and the crown is beautiful and tall to match the status.
This man was in his forties, and he was Huo Linfeng's father, Huo Zhao, Marquis of Dingbei.
Huo Zhao wiped the sword, without raising his eyes, he didn't look at how much the child lost weight, and he didn't look at the injury. "I heard," his eyes were as cold as a sword, and his voice was as deep as a bell, "you violated the military order again?"
Huo Linfeng sat down first, and leaned on his body: "I have been punished." After answering the wrong question, he lifted the small lid box, and the bean cakes, steamed pears, and candied flower slices were all packed inside. "Brother is too conservative, it's true that the poor should not chase after you, but the enemy and our strength are clearly defined, so it's called chasing after victory." There must be rules, so he picked a piece of steamed pear after answering.
No matter who would come, Huo Jinghai returned late, and called "Father" before entering the door, saluted, and sat down to report the military situation.
Huo Linfeng chewed his flower slices, sweetened his throat, took a big mouthful of salted tea, lifted the cup and looked up to see Xiaomen's round face. Bead pendants hang from the earlobes, making her face rounder. She is Meizi, the lady's servant girl.
This is calling him! He put down his cup, slipped away, and walked out of the small door to the back: "Meizi, eat less!" He made fun of the little girl, and when he passed the hanging flower gate, there was a bell wrapped around the hanging lotus column, he jumped up and beat it, jingling the bell The bell rang.
Meizi covered her mouth and smiled: "Madam just hung it up for you, others don't call it touch."
Huo Linfeng said curiously: "I'm twenty-three, and you still hang the bell for me to play with?"
Meizi smiled: "Where is it? Ma'am is thinking about it. If you think about hanging a bell for you to see, you will definitely jump up and clap." She raised her finger and looked towards the inner courtyard. "Madam will know that you have returned home when she hears it."
The bell was still spinning, and Huo Linfeng's heart felt hot when it turned, and he rushed into the inner courtyard, and the servants outside the Buddhist hall hurriedly invited him inside. He wanted to be scolded loudly in front of the Buddha, so he shouted "Mother" under his voice.
Huo Menbai, a first-class beauty when she was young, is like a jade hairpin in her hair, worn out to reveal her precious quality. She turned around, changed her calm mistress attitude, saw her son, and hurriedly got up from the futon.
With the altar on the top, Huo Linfeng said without hesitation: "Mother, I have won a complete victory, so what Bodhisattva do I worship?"
Bai covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief: "It's not to criticize your elder brother, or to offend the Bodhisattva." After covering it, moved it a little, and held Huo Linfeng's cheeks, "Isn't the food and salary not enough? How come you lost weight?"
Huo Linfeng said: "If you eat too much, you won't be able to ride a horse. Only when you are hungry can you kill the enemy quickly."
For my mother's distress, before it's time to eat, I don't care about it and ask people to prepare extravagant banquets. Huo Linfeng accompanied Bai Shi, laughing and cursing, it didn't matter, when Bai Shi wanted to see the wound, he put oil on the soles of his feet and quickly slipped away.
He slept alone in the courtyard and hadn't returned for several months. He wanted to find out if the people were messing around. "Young master!" With a steep sound, he followed to see that it was his personal servant Du Zheng.
Du Zheng was short, with a narrow stature, just one length. Huo Linfeng was two years younger than him, so he had the grace to save his life. "Young Master! Young Master!" He yelled three times in a row, lost his temper, but smiled foolishly, "Master, hehe."
That foolishness made Huo Linfeng dizzy, he turned around and went back to his room, untied his sword, and lay down on the small couch without restraint. Du Zheng knelt on the side of the couch and beat his legs, his muscles were iron and bone, he didn't feel much, but Du Zheng's rough hands turned red first.
"Young master, is this battle enjoyable?" Du Zheng asked.
Huo Linfeng replied: "Protecting the common people and involving people's lives, what a joy to talk about." With a serious look, something settled in his eyes. Get rid of the stubbornness, don't be good with your father and brother, don't act like a baby with your mother, such a tone of voice and manner, is the general Huo who is wearing a red scarf and flying around.
"It's too peaceful." He looked at the scene outside the window, "Without him, it will be fine."
Later in the day, the maids picked a tall one, pinched an incense stick, and lit a string of lights while dragging her dress. The young man can't do it with rough hands, and there is often an endless corridor, and the incense dies first.
Point to the four-corner pavilion in the garden, the gauze lamp is bright, and the boiling water is cooking tea, then pour a cup for the master before leaving. Huo Linfeng saw Cong pointing at Danko, and turned a page of the book: "I don't need to order some here." He lazily ordered, overtly and secretly, thinking that someone disturbed his peace.
The servant girl is called Baoyue, and she speaks softly: "Ma'am, let the maidservant patrol the whole country, and let the young master be spoiled, so don't blame the young master."
Just go silently, how can you catch up with the previous relationship? Huo Linfeng waved his hand: "Don't worry about it in the future, just do your work."
Baoyue raised her skirt and walked away, with her waist swayed, and she looked like a favored girl. "Master," Du Zheng came out, offered tea, and moved the gauze lantern closer, "Hey." A rare light flashed across his honest face.
Huo Linfeng was slightly disgusted: "What are you smirking all day?"
Du Zheng said: "A good thing is coming, of course I laugh." He couldn't wait to be the auspicious official who announced the good news, so he boldly joined in, "I heard from Meizi that Madam has stopped asking Baoyue to do rough work, and the tin-headed jade pendant is for appreciation. I plan to take over the house for the young master!"
It's common for people who are not yet married to accept one or two girls they like. Papa, Huo Linfeng closed the book, stretched his waist and kicked Du Zheng away, it was so boring, what kind of happy event is taking in a girl? After much deliberation, perhaps it would be more convenient to light a lamp.
Huo Linfeng went back to his room. After the battle, he felt really uncomfortable, so he simply blew the candles all the way. Du Zheng followed behind, his eyelids wrinkled: "Master, why did you blow it..." Seemingly understanding, his eyelids tightened, "You don't like hugging the moon! How about Bizan? I think Wan Sheng is not bad either. of… "
With a bang, the carved door shook, and Huo Linfeng lost his temper. Du Zheng didn't dare to speak anymore, put a futon next to the door, sat cross-legged, rolled up his cuffs, and kept vigil An Ansheng.
He secretly thought, the master doesn't want to fall in love with Meizi, Meizi, he likes it...
Huo Linfeng didn't know the boy's heart, he rolled on the bed, the silk pillow was slippery, he was not used to it. The barracks are simple and crude, with hard board beds and coarse linen quilts. The pillows are filled with some kind of grain husk. When the battle is urgent, the armor will not be removed, and it looks like a corpse.
Two of them were stationed in the desert for three months, lighting a few bonfires at night, and the soldiers snuggled up to rest. I can't lie down, and I will be buried by the wind and sand in the middle of the night, so I just sit in twos with a shield between them, it's cold and bitter.
Huo Linfeng recalled this, and sat half-sitting, with the brocade quilt covered in lumps, and the curtain was pulled up, and there was no light in the dark sky. He thought, should he accept his own companion? At this moment, lean in his arms, listen to him, and give him a pillow for running around
His mind and heart are also dark and dark, without a specific outline, without a vivid face. I just want to be sure, holding the moon is not good, Bi Zan is not good, Wan Sheng is not good, Mei Zi, that round-faced girl, eating her mouth is enough, what kind of man do you want... He wants to have someone who he is willing to tell.
He didn't know what that person looked like, whether he was at the end of the world or at the end of the world, whether he squinted his eyes after listening to him, or comforted him with a "little lord".
An Lesheng was troubled, he put down the tent, felt the wound through his coat, and when the scabs fell off, he had better go back to the army.
Huo Linfeng takes care of her care carefully, except for discussing matters with Huo Zhao and Huo Jinghai, he does nothing else. First, he coveted the magnolia tree, cut off a branch, and transplanted it in his other garden. Going out of the house, I ran into Xiu Mu's soldiers on the way to Goulan. He was the host, asking the actors to play war songs and drink for a long time.
The boy in charge changed shifts: "It smells like a lot of alcohol, which one doesn't care about it." He smelled it from afar, and when he approached someone, he was so frightened that he said, "Master, why is it you? Soup to go!"
Huo Linfeng said: "I'm not drunk, so I don't need to sober up." The three big altars have bright eyes, like two deep springs. Going to the wing room in the inner courtyard, Mrs. Bai heard him coming, and waved like a child, and he sat down on the stool: "Mother, I drank some wine."
Clutching the silk handkerchief, Bai told him to smoke it, and beckoned: "Hold the moon, cook a bowl of sour soup for the young master."
Huo Linfeng didn't refuse, he clasped his fingers together, his thumb stroked his index finger, the sour soup was cooked, and the skin on that cut was warm. He stirred it, took a sip, and looked up and down as if it was a labor of love for him.
"Sour soup, it's not sour when you sip it." He looked at Baoyue, who was standing next to Baoyue, with a lotus root powder skirt paired with a piece of noodles.
He just took a sip and stood up: "Your bowl of sour soup is not sour enough and tasteless. You don't need to cook it anymore, just light the lamp." After finishing speaking, he met Shang Bai's regretful eyes, "Mother, I've recovered from my injury. Go back to the barracks for training tomorrow morning."
Huo Linfeng acted neatly, said something, and packed his luggage when he returned. There are only some clothes, cloth socks, and bundles on the left, and half of the windows are open, letting in some moonlight. He moved behind the closed door, and used the light to polish the Cassia Sword, his precious treasure.
There was the sound of footsteps, and Du Zheng came to watch the night again. After a while, there was a lighter sound, and I don't know who it was. "...Don't dare to be angry, how dare she be angry?" Meizi muttered, accompanied by Du Zheng's echo, "Bizan and the others are laughing at her. It's strange, they don't even have a chance to cook sour soup, they might as well hug the moon."
Du Zheng said: "The young master said it's not sour, so Baoyue should serve a plate of vinegar!"
The two giggled, covered their mouths, and had fun under the window. After Huo Linfeng finished wiping, he poked his head over and said, "Is there anything else to make fun of? If not, I'll take a rest."
Du Zheng looked up in shock, Mei Zi's round face was flushed, talking nonsense with the servant, and even being caught by the master, stabbing the sky... Huo Linfeng thought something bad, and felt that the two looked exactly alike. Was caught raped. But it can't be said, if it is said, Meizi will definitely be thrown into the lake within an hour.
"No more words?" He asked, waving his hand, "Let's go, I'm tired."