A hand grabbed him.
Lin Shu lowered his head.
It is Yingying.
Yingying took his hand and raised her head, her eyes were a little red, as was the tip of her nose, tears welled up in her black and beautiful eyes.
Lin Shuwei leaned over and stroked her hair.
Yingying grabbed his hand and wrote a few words in his palm.
Lin Shu's footsteps stopped.
The words were: "Just now, when you came in, Daddy woke up."
Lin Shu turned his head and looked at Ling Fengxiao's blurred sleeping face behind the heavy screens.
Did you wake up already
Does he not want to see himself
Lin Shu thought that it was indeed the case.
Seeing is worse than not seeing.
Rather than... torture each other, let's do this now.
It's okay to go.
He had already promised the queen that he would stand on Ling Fengxiao's side in the coming battle in the southern summer and the northern summer, so what he should do now is to consolidate the state of mind in Huishan. In the future, on the battlefield, there will be more chances of winning.
And then... Ling Fengxiao was crowned emperor, when the world was at peace.
Until then-
Until then…
How should he be
Lin Shu looked at the boundless stars and moon in the sky, and his heart was empty.
Yingying tugged at the corner of his sleeve again.
He looked at Yingying, thinking of her previous accusations, and wrote lightly in her palm.
"Tell your father."
"Don't… overwork yourself."
"Don't be angry with Henry Zhang."
"Go to bed early."
"Add more meals."
"Take care of yourself."
Yingying tears swirled in the eyes, and then slipped down. Lin Shu reached out and wiped her away, then wrote, "You too."
Yingying bit her lip and nodded.
She wrote: "Can I still find you in my dreams in the future?"
Lin Shu wrote: "Okay."
Yingying just looked at him like that, and then slowly released her hand.
Lin Shu knew that Yingying had always been obedient, not as stubborn as Xiao Wuque.
Released his hand, he continued to move forward and walked out of the palace gate.
After going out for a while, he turned his head to look at the Indus Garden, where the flowers and trees were sparsely hidden among the terraces.
The lights in the garden went out little by little, as if they were beginning to sleep peacefully.
Something in his heart slowly collapsed.
Suddenly, he wanted to go back, but he never looked back.
He walked out of the palace gate and out of Yangliu Yiyi's imperial street.
There is a lotus pond at the end of the street for people to enjoy.
Lin Shu walked in and looked at his own reflection in the water. He felt that this expressionless face was still as dull and disgusting as it was in his previous life, as many years ago.
But it is inescapable.
It seemed to be his life.
A rustling sound interrupted his thoughts.
Lin Shu raised his head to look at the source of the sound, and saw a man staggering by the pool. The man walked to a willow tree and supported the trunk. His shoulders were trembling, and he seemed to be retching.
After a while, he walked to the edge of the pool again, just like him before, staring blankly at the reflection on the water.
At this time, Lin Shu finally saw clearly that the person in front of him was an acquaintance.
Xie Zishe.
Lin Shu looked in the direction she came from.
Seeing a spacious mansion, with the light of many lamps and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra, you can imagine how the lively scene is intertwined inside.
He was watching when he saw Xie Zishe approaching and said in a slightly erratic voice, "Xiao Lin Shu?"
But seeing her wearing a black satin robe with wide sleeves, embroidered with silver lines, it is a very luxurious and formal style, but it is a man's standard.
Her blue silk was not as meticulously combed as an ordinary daughter, but simply tied. In the dimness, she could only vaguely see her face. She was still as handsome as in the Academy back then, but she was much more haggard.
In the heavy snow that year, the senior sister of the Confucianism and Taoism Institute was dressed in old green robes. When she came with a lantern and stepped on the snow, the spirit on the corners of her brows and eyes seemed to be worn a lot.
Lin Shu: "Yeah."
Xie Zishe was indeed a little drunk, and looked at him for a long time: "Xianjun..."
After speaking, he bowed slightly and covered his mouth, looking like he wanted to vomit but couldn't, which was very uncomfortable.
Lin Shu handed her an antidote.
In the theory of immortality, wine is also poison.
Xie Zishe took it and ate it. After a while, it seemed to be much better: "Thank you."
Lin Shu: "No thanks."
Xie Zishe leaned against the willow tree, looked at the pool, and said, "I came out to avoid drinking."
Lin Shu didn't answer.
He didn't know how to answer, and if he wanted to come to Xie Zishe, he didn't necessarily need his answer.
Sure enough, Xie Zishe didn't care, and continued to say in a tone similar to self-talk: "The current atmosphere is to enjoy feasting. Each faction is a family of its own. If I don't entertain and sing with them, the court will be happy. Come on, I'm afraid there will be no help."
She gave a low smile: "Tonight, I originally wanted to write a book of memorials. No matter how bad it is, I can read some books."
Obviously, her wish did not come true.
Xie Zishe said: "It's just that people are panicking now, and His Highness is acting decisively and resolutely. In a few days, I'm afraid that the only remaining people from the Lord and the faction... will also disperse."
In the night wind, her originally clear voice became hoarse.
Lin Shu asked, "Why are you reconciling?"
"Those who are safe in the world..." Xie Zishe's voice was like a sigh: "In virtue, not in danger."
She took off a willow leaf, stared at it in a daze, and said, "The right way of Confucianism is in my Southern Dynasty. Beixia and barbarians are in harmony. Even if the army is strong and strong, but there is no sage's charm, in a hundred years...after all, it will not be worth mentioning. I will be able to maintain my health and keep a low profile..."
She supported the willow tree, smiled lowly, and sighed again: "Don't talk about it."
Lin Shu: "If Beixia invades, what will happen?"
Xie Zishe said, "Seize the land and seek peace."
After that, she laughed at herself again: "It's just that no one agrees with me, and I don't dare to say it."
She staggered and took a few steps forward, looking at the bright moon in the sky: "The world will be in chaos."
Lin Shu knew that she might never realize her wish.
Ling Fengxiao is inclined towards the main battle faction, and the Empress... even more so.
Lin Shu: "If there is a fight, what will you do?"
"The moon is cloudy and sunny..." Xie Zishe did not answer him directly, but looked at the moon with drunken eyes, and muttered to himself: "It is not so much that the sky does not meet people's wishes, it is better to say that the world's wishes are often contrary to God's will. After all, What the world seeks is nothing but happiness and perfection, and this matter... has been difficult to complete since ancient times!"
She laughed a few times and looked at Lin Shu: "If it's really inevitable, have I never learned the art of war?"
Ye Feng handed over the hustle and bustle in the courtyard over there, and vaguely came a few words, "Where did Mr. Xie go?"
Xie Zishe said, "I'm leaving."
Her steps were still a little staggered, but her back was straight. As she walked, she hummed a poem as if she were singing and reading.
"You can't see... You can't see the white bones covering the fields like snow."
"You can't see... You can't see the sad wind from the tall tree."
"You can't see that the child is still hugging, saying that grandpa returned home early."
"Once the hero draws his sword... Another ten years of tribulation!"
Lin Shu watched her leave.
Her steps stopped suddenly.
Spring night, silent.
wind.
The sound of hooves outside the city.
Horse hooves gallop.
And look to the north!
In the distance, in the distant mountains, the flames lit up, reflecting a huge plume of smoke rising!
And there were several streamers streaking across the sky, the figure of a cultivator, rushing towards the palace.
In the Xia Dynasty, there was a beacon tower for fifty miles.
If there is an enemy attack somewhere, immediately light up the wolf smoke, and the other beacon towers will identify its location and pick up the wolf smoke to ask for help from the nearest military camp or capital!
The wolf smoke rises, the war is coming!
In the current situation, there is only one possibility, Beixia attack!
Xie Zishe burst out laughing.
After laughing, she bent down and kept coughing, listening to the sound, almost coughing up blood.
Finally calmed down, she looked at Lin Shu: "Take me to the palace?"
Lin Shu didn't speak any more, but luck took her and flew away to the palace.
And, went straight to Ling Fengxiao's bedroom.
Along the way, the sound of the flute stopped, but I saw the cavalry flying in the imperial city!
The iron hoof smashes the spring flowers and the autumn moon, and the love between the children is long.
Lin Shu fell at the gate of Wutongyuan Palace.
The Wutong Garden, which had previously turned off the lights, was now brightly lit.
Xie Zishe knelt in front of Ling Fengxiao's seat: "Your Highness."
"You're here." Ling Fengxiao seemed to be addressing Xie Zishe, but looked at Lin Shu.
In his eyes, there seems to be nothing, and it seems that there is nothing.
Then, Ling Fengxiao closed his eyes and said slowly, "Beixia colluded with the Western Xinjiang and Dian Kingdom, and 200,000 soldiers and horses descended from the southwest Yunnan to the north, and took Jinguan City directly."
Even if Lin Shu didn't understand the situation, he knew that this was a shocking change.
Northern Xia is the great enemy of Southern Xia, but Western Xinjiang and Dian Kingdom bowed their heads in the previous wars and became the vassal of Southern Xia.
And now... actually rebelled.
Jinguan City is not far from the southwest border, and soldiers and horses come from Yunnan and can soon arrive at Jinguan City!
However, at the same time, almost all of Nanxia's elite troops are concentrated in the north!
To mobilize, it takes at least ten days!
In this way, Jinguancheng can be said to be isolated and helpless and besieged on all sides.
Xie Zishe said: "Recently, we can transfer troops from Suicheng, 50,000."
There was silence in the hall.
Ling Fengxiao said, "The Shangling Academy was ordered to guard the city."
Someone is taking orders.
But everyone present knew that the power of Immortal Dao was only a part, and Bei Xia must have sent countless elite wizards here.
Moreover, there are many taboos for people who cultivate immortals and kill mortals.
Soldiers and horses.
Soldiers are needed.
But where did it come from
Everyone looked at Ling Fengxiao.
Ling Fengxiao looked at Lin Shu.
The next moment, Ling Fengxiao got up, the red clothes fluttered, and walked down the steps.
"The transfer of troops and horses in Beijing is entirely subject to Xie Zishe's orders," he said lightly.
Someone said: "This..."
Ling Fengxiao and Lin Shu passed by.
Lin Shu heard Ling Fengxiao say to him, "Wait for me to come back."
Then, Ling Fengxiao passed him and walked straight out of the hall.
Came by night.
Ling Fengxiao got on his horse and galloped away from the palace!
The red-clothed white horse quickly disappeared into the vast darkness.
No one knew what he was going to do, even Xie Zishe looked outside the hall with doubts.
Lin Shu looked at the tall towers of Jinguan City.
He didn't say anything, just luck flew by.
After a quarter of an hour, the guards of the capital and the people of the Immortal Dao began to be mobilized one after another.
The gate tower of Jinguan City is the focus of defense.
Lin Shu stood on the city wall, and Shangling Jian fell beside him.
He said to Lin Shu solemnly, "Thank you, Pavilion Master, for your help."
Lin Shu said, "No thanks."
It has nothing to do with the Southern Xia and Northern Xia, the immortal way and the magic way.
Ling Fengxiao asked him to wait.
Then wait.
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The author has something to say: The majestic palaces and towers continue to grow in the sky, and the emperor and son of the nine towers want to open up the frontier.
Dongcheng athletes prepare pommel horses, and Xicheng athletes market knives and guns.
Every family cut clothing, and every family pounded military rations.
The child is still in his arms, and the man said that the grandfather returned home early.
Don't you see the white bones cover the fields like snow, and the tall trees rustle with sorrow.
Once the hero draws his sword, it is another ten years of tribulation.
From Yan Leisheng's "Tianxingjian".