On the desert, set up the camp of the Northern Army.
A small carriage rolled over the yellow sand, dangled into Yingkou, and then couldn't drive. Du Zheng lifted the curtain of the car, looked around, and said anxiously: "Why are there so many injuries?"
The face is quite bustling, the military doctors are too busy, they can't get away from the wounded soldiers, and then look at the wounded soldiers, those sitting on the loess, lying down, and cuddling each other, filling the open space It's full.
Du Zheng jumped out of the car, walked a few steps, and there was a faint groan at his feet. It was a thin soldier. The wound spread from his shoulder to his waist. He was cut with a broad knife and bandaged, but he didn't know if he could survive it.
A soldier ran past holding herbs, stopped and said, "Brother, are you from the Hou family?"
Du Zheng came back to his senses: "Yes, yes, where is our general?"
Xiao Bing said: "The general led his troops to the Blue Lake and stationed there. He hasn't returned to the camp recently."
Du Zheng nodded, not daring to delay the other party, he had to wait around, so he rolled up his sleeves and followed along with the busy work. About five or six wounded soldiers were dealt with. Suddenly, the Yingkou guards blew their horns and raised their arms and flags.
In the distance, an iron cavalry came riding on the sand, a black-maned horse with water. The one in the lead, with silver-gray armor against the sun, swings its ponytail, and has a bright red scarf wrapped around its right arm.
Someone shouted: "—the general has returned to camp! The general has returned to camp!"
The sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, and outside the camp, fifteen people dismounted together, each armored and long sword, stained with blood, walked into the barracks like fifteen rakshasas.
Huo Linfeng looked around, without saying a word, he directly led the other fourteen people into the account.
The matter of mobilizing the army is very important, Du Zheng dare not follow in to serve, and continue to take care of the wounded, occasionally glancing at the movement outside the tent. "Hold on, the arrow is sharp." He reminded, trying to divert the attention of the wounded, "Our general is really extraordinary, seeing this scene is actually unmoved."
The wounded soldier said weakly, "What is this? Compared to the Blue Lake, this is the Fairy Palace."
Du Zheng said in shock: "Immortal Palace?! Don't joke with me!"
The wounded endured the pain: "I'm not lying to you, the water around the Blue Lake has been fighting for many days, and the water has been dyed red." He shuddered, not knowing whether it was pain or out of desperation, "The day the general led the fine cavalry to the battle, said What is said is 'If you cannot be defeated, you will die in battle'."
Du Zheng showed fear on his face: "Then this is victory?"
The other party was about to respond, Du Zheng raised his head and saw the fourteen fine horsemen coming out of the general's tent. Not caring about anything else, he called the coachman and moved the contents of the carriage into the tent one after another.
Huo Linfeng had already taken off his armor, and he didn't wear brocade when marching. The arrow sleeves on his body were sewn from coarse cloth. He was sitting by the couch with his legs bent, staring at the two people who were moving things.
There are six food boxes, three bundles, four lacquer boxes, wooden boxes, and small boxes. Huo Linfeng stared at them intently, and said coldly, "Bring these things, and send a betrothal gift."
These words were provocative, but they were also vivid, which reassured Du Zheng a little. He observed for a long time that the young master was sitting there from returning to the camp to now, like an icicle, and he was in a state after experiencing great grief.
Du Zheng replied cautiously: "Master Hou said that there is still a war to be fought, so Madam ordered to send more."
Huo Linfeng didn't say yes or no, and sat with a cold face, with one hand on the small table on the couch, his short nails clasped the corner of the table, and forcibly peeled off a piece of wood. With a click, his icy pillar cracked, and he took a breath, and his tense body completely relaxed.
Seeing this, Du Zheng walked around behind Huo Linfeng, squeezed his shoulders and beat his back, and kept silent for fear of saying the wrong thing. After a long while, his rough hands were covered with iron bones, and he stopped, and he went to the food box to take out a pack of golden skin cakes.
This cake is not available on weekdays, Huo Linfeng lost his mind a little: "Yesterday was Mid-Autumn Festival, no wonder the moon is so round."
Du Zheng said: "The war situation is tense, the people in the city don't want to celebrate the festival, everyone goes to offer incense and pray for blessings." He held the cake and moved closer, "Master, just have a bite."
Huo Linfeng picked up a piece and took a bite: "It's so sweet, it's made with bean paste."
Du Zheng stared at that hand, the joints were distinct, the scars were also very clear, the blood on the fingers had dried up, and the strange thing was that there was a lot of sand on the fingernails and between the fingers. He asked: "Master, your hand..."
Huo Linfeng said: "Lead thirty Huo family elite cavalry to attack, even if I join, there are still 15 people left." Huo family elite cavalry has been trained for many years, and one can defeat a hundred on the battlefield.
That night, the Qincha tribe made a surprise attack. Since the start of the war, the opponent has a strong army and has almost never lost the wind. In order to disperse the opponent's forces, the battle line was lengthened, and Huo Linfeng fought all the way to the blue lake. In the most recent battle, he led thirty soldiers of the Huo family and fought fiercely for three days without sleeping. In fact, he returned to the camp just after the victory.
Before returning, Huo Linfeng stared down at the sand in his hand: "I buried the brothers who died in battle by the blue lake. I dug the pit with my own hands."
Du Zheng comforted: "Master, don't be sad."
Huo Linfeng chewed the golden cake: "These thirty people are all lonely and widowed without father and mother. I picked them." He always said that Huo Zhao "benevolence does not lead soldiers", and now it is his turn, "When we go , and no one wanted to come back alive.”
The barbarians are powerful, and if there is no quick victory, the morale will be low, so this battle must be won in the near future, if they all die, it will stimulate the anger of the whole army.
Thirty top players, half of the casualties, if not victorious, continue to fight, even if there are only ten, five, one...
After all, Du Zheng is a domestic servant, and he has little experience of the cruelty of the battlefield. His eyes turned red after hearing these few words, and he squatted down, and wiped Huo Linfeng's hands: "Master, you have to take care of yourself."
Huo Linfeng knew that on the battlefield, his only thought was to "kill". Swords have no eyes, and people have broken hearts. But when the situation is really weak, there is no need to regret it. Death on the battlefield can be regarded as a well-deserved death.
It's just that his parents are still alive, and he even has an elder brother, so he can't be regarded as carefree. Even if the family is gone, there is still one person in Yanyu Jiangnan that he can't let go of.
He suddenly laughed: "When I left Xiganling, I went to say goodbye to Rong Luoyun and said a few words in a hurry."
As soon as Rong Luoyun was mentioned, he guessed that the young master's mood would improve, so Du Zheng quickly said, "Young master, what did you say?"
Huo Linfeng swallowed his last mouthful: "I said something sour."
He said—"Between heaven and earth, I only loved you once." There is a word "pass" in it, not that I have stopped loving since then, but that I have been prepared for the worst, that is, to die in this battle, and his life I only love Rong Luoyun.
In that case, he has no regrets.
Huo Linfeng whispered: "The moon was full last night, what was Rong Luoyun doing?"
Du Zheng said: "I don't know what the second palace lord is doing, but the second palace lord must miss the young master very much."
Huo Linfeng smiled lightly, he fought bloody battles last night, and couldn't care about missing that person, so he had to make up for it today. The war is temporarily suspended, so he should also take a nap to recharge his spirits for the future.
"There's no need to wait for the bath." He ordered, "Take the food and share it, so that the soldiers can taste the sweetness."
Leaving himself alone in the tent, Huo Linfeng lay on his back on the couch, reached into his arms, and fumbled for the ginkgo gray handkerchief. He took it with him every day, reluctant to wipe his sweat and blood, and occasionally took it out to take a look, just for peace of mind.
It's almost half of autumn, and the yellow leaves of the ginkgo tree are falling hard.
Usually, Rong Luoyun would gather up the fallen yellow leaves, thread them on, and hang them under the eaves as an autumn leaf curtain. But Jinxi couldn't, stay in Chang'an City, and then go to Saibei.
In the dewy morning, after Rong Luoyun finished grooming, he looked at the secret letter at the table, Lu Zhun changed Zhang Weiren's dressing, and as if turning around every step of the way, he made a movement and stole a glance at Rong Luoyun.
He was so distracted, it was inevitable that he lost the importance, causing Zhang Weiren to snort. Rong Luoyun didn't raise his head, but he knew it well and said, "Third brother, what's the matter with you?"
Lu Zhun asked back: "Second brother, do you really want to go to Saibei alone?" He was worried, there was a war there, besides, what should he do if he was caught up by Tuanhun Nine Pythons on the way
Rong Luoyun said: "It's about Huo Linfeng's life, it's even about the life and death of Dingbei Army soldiers and the people of Saibei. I want to go there."
Lu Zhun said anxiously: "Then you can give it to the third prince, let the third prince send someone there!"
Rong Luoyun was silent for a while, then replied lightly: "I can't trust him."
He stared intently at the secret letter, the youngest said something right, if something happened to Tuan Hun Nine Pythons or something nearby, what should we do if there was an accident
In that case, no one would have the evidence that Chen Ruoyin colluded with Azhatai.
Zhang Weiren also considered this point, and asked: "Second Palace Master, you must find someone you trust completely, and tell me about the secret letter, so as not to be unprepared."
Rong Luoyun nodded: "Yes, I will make a copy in case something happens along the way."
After the wound was bandaged, Zhang Weiren changed his clothes and put on his sword, and went to the window to peep secretly. It was still early, and the guards on the street were on patrol, apparently Chen Ruoyin sent someone to track them down.
After closing the window tightly, Zhang Weiren said: "The checkpoint to the north must also be fortified. Second Palace Master, I will set off to the north first. If someone follows and ambushes, I can lure them away. You will be safer."
Rong Luoyun paused while writing: "I know your martial arts are extraordinary, but the sword wound is not light, it's too risky."
Zhang Weiren said with a smile: "There is nothing to be afraid of taking risks, the worst is death."
Rong Luoyun couldn't help but shudder, although he was never afraid of death, he was still overwhelmed by the other party's free and easy, and couldn't help but think to himself when he started to write again, it's really rare to cast aside life and death in the detection of a master.
After thinking about it, Zhang Weiren has extraordinary martial arts skills. Before he was recruited by Huo Linfeng, he should have made a name for himself in the arena. Suddenly, he recalled what happened last night. Zhang Weiren's figure felt familiar. Like Huo Linfeng, he was a "soldier"...
And that energy had been hidden until last night.
Rong Luoyun said softly, "You're not just a spy, are you?"
Zhang Weiren leaned against the window: "The second palace master is joking, so what am I?"
Rong Luoyun said: "If you guess correctly, you are from the Marquis of Dingbei."
Zhang Weiren said slowly: "From the day I was used by the young master, I am his man." After a short pause, he said more accurately, "Actually, I should be called a dead man."
The last stroke was finished on paper, Rong Luoyun stopped talking and packed the two secret letters.
Zhang Weiren left first, Lu Zhun checked out, and drove out of the city in a carriage. Rong Luoyun mixed with the crowd on the long street, and after half a stick of incense, he arrived in an old alley near a mansion.
In a courtyard in the mansion, a white jade fence surrounds a stretch of nasturtiums, milky yellow, and sprinkled with autumn light, it is extraordinarily gorgeous. Beside the railing, there are two small stools, and a game of broken chess is spread on the table.
Shen Wenwen sat on the side, holding the white pieces, and after the chess fell, he took the black pieces, and so on.
The butler cooked the tea and brought it out, and asked with a smile, "Master, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, why are you still playing chess with yourself?"
Every mid-autumn festival, Shen Wendao has to play chess to solve it. Counting it, he has insisted on it for seventeen years. He said: "Zhou'er is far away in Hanzhou, I'm bored, and I can't think of other fun."
After all, Shen asked emphatically: "This old man is not playing games with himself, it's just that his friend is not here, so I will take his place for a while."
The housekeeper understood, but did not dare to sigh: "Master, why are you bothering?"
Shen asked with a smile: "Next year's Mid-Autumn Festival will not be replaced." He said, holding a few chess pieces in his palm, "Next year, I will only lay out the chess game, one a year, and when I am a hundred years old, I will see him and let him Untie them one by one."
The housekeeper said: "My lord is talking nonsense, you are in good health, it's early."
After falling again, Shen Dao stopped, turned his face to look at the clusters of nasturtiums, he is lonely and old, yet he planted such delicate and beautiful flowers.
Aizi is an official far away, day after day, this Taifu's mansion is very cold and lonely. Looking at these flowers at this moment, it seems to be more lively and lively.
After a long time, Shen Wen asked to look back, and while picking up the mess, he read: "Where can I find my old man? Years are long, and the bones are smashed..."
A gust of autumn wind came suddenly, and he said annoyedly, "Help me back to the study."
Walking out of this courtyard, Shen Wendao entered the study room before the wind blew up. The room was quite messy, with brushes and ink laid out, and old books scattered all over the place. Last night, after reading a remnant book, Shen Wen sat down in his chair and searched for the unfinished theory on the table.
"Where did you get the rice paper?" He gently opened it.
The white jade paperweight is holding a letter, has anyone been here? Shen asked to pick it up, and glanced at other objects in the room. Pull out the letters inside, there are two, one is in Turkic script, and the other has only a few sentences.
Shen Wenwen finished reading, put the letter away, got up and walked quickly to the corridor, when he looked up, there was a person standing on the eaves of the side hall, his face was covered, only a pair of eyes were exposed.
"Who are you?" Shen asked in a low tone, "Why did you entrust it to me?"
But the man replied: "The old man is gone, sir, don't feel sorry for him anymore."
Like a dream, there are tiles in the sky above the eaves, and the figure is hard to find. Shen asked in a daze for a long time, who is that person, why did he comfort him with such words
On the side of the official road outside the city, the brocade carriage was parked, Lu Zhun's head was drooping, and he was dozing while holding the rein. Suddenly, a person came to the car and patted him on the shoulder.
He opened his eyes: "Second brother, are you done?"
Wearing a bamboo hat, Rong Luoyun nodded and asked, "Is the horse ready?"
Lu Zhun pointed to the small restaurant on the opposite side of the road: "It's ready, there are still some dry food." He leaned closer, "I stuffed money into Xiaowei to inquire, and there are two guards from the prime minister's mansion who have left the city."
It was estimated to be the Nine Pythons of Tuanhun, Rong Luoyun wrote it down, confessed, and raised his hand to pinch Lu Zhun's cheek. "Go back to Xiganling, don't rob and cause trouble on the way." He warned, "Go back and tell Master and elder brother the situation, don't add fuel to the picture."
Lu Zhun pursed his mouth: "Second brother, I'm worried about you."
Rong Luoyun smiled and said: "It's okay, Bafangyou is number one in the world, can't you beat and run?" He didn't want to spend any more time, so he took out the bamboo basket and kicked the horse's ass hard, "Let's go!"
The carriage bumped out and gradually became smaller towards the south.
Rong Luoyun rode on the road, towards the north, the desert and the long river. He galloped to the place where his flesh and blood relatives died, and also the place where his loved ones roamed freely.
Accompanied by the fierce north wind, Rong Luoyun fled away.