Xiaohe is the son of a gardener in Yan Shifeng's family. When Yanbei was attacked, he was arrested together with Fouji. According to Yan Fie, she was the one who rescued Xiao He who was so scared that he peed his pants and cried, and took him away from Da Xia's clutches. However, Chu Qiao heard that it was a child who rescued the girl and carried her for more than a hundred miles in the snow before finding the rescue team from the Big Brother Association. It seems that this child is this little and up.
In the boundless snow, the families of the two children were destroyed, and a child in his teens carried the other child on his back and trekked for more than 100 miles in the snow, which is really unimaginable.
Back in the study, Yan Xun was not in the room, Chu Qiao went around his room, but did not see him, and asked the guard at the gate, the soldier said that he saw the prince just now, it seemed that he was going to the back mountain up.
The terrain of Lüyi is high, and the Chengshou Mansion is located at the highest place in the whole city, with a small hill behind it. Wearing a thick fox fur fur, Chu Qiao trudged up the mountain step by step. In the distance, there was only a solitary tree on the top of the mountain. The two sides were piled up with stones, and no grass grew. Yan Xun was sitting on a rock, the dead tree under the night looked a bit hideous, Chu Qiao's footsteps startled him, Yan Xun turned his head, stretched out his hand to Chu Qiao from a distance, and said with a smile: "I'm back. "
"Yeah," Chu Qiao stepped forward, panting slightly, she took Yan Xun's hand, sat beside him, and said with a smile, "Jiang sent me a horse, she said it was for returning to the mountain. Horse Head King, it’s very beautiful.”
"Don't believe her," Yan Xun said, "these days she gave away a lot of people's war horses, telling everyone that they are the horse-headed king of Huihui Mountain, and gave me two horses yesterday, saying that they are both male and female kings. Press According to her, it is possible that the horses returning to the foot of the mountain are independent herds, and each horse is the king of horses."
Chu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head and chuckled lightly, remembering the mysterious appearance of Fu Fie, she couldn't help saying, "What a kid."
Yan Xun looked at her sideways, "You don't seem to be as old as her?"
Chu Qiao was noncommittal, "I am psychologically mature."
Yan Xun turned his head away, the moonlight shone on his face, there was a layer of light mist, shaking his face a little pale. Chu Qiao asked, "Are you feeling better? It's so cold here, why don't you go back."
"It's nothing, I want to sit for a while." Yan Xun shook his head, looked at the city below, and said lightly, "A while ago you were not here, I always felt restless, now that you are back, I can calm down and take a good look Yanbei."
The lights of the thousands of houses under the mountain were peaceful and peaceful, and a military song was played in the distance, which seemed a bit desolate and dignified. Yan Xun suddenly sighed: "Ah Chu, Yanbei is very poor, and there are internal struggles." Buxiu, it is no longer the Yanbei of the past, have you been disappointed in these two days?"
Chu Qiao turned her head, but seeing that Yan Xun didn't look over, she said softly, "If Yan Bei is still the same Yan Bei as before, then we don't need to work hard for it."
Yan Xun's body shook slightly, but he didn't speak.
Chu Qiao held Yan Xun's left hand, his hand was very cold, as cold as ice, the little finger was no longer there, the only four fingers were long and rough, covered with calluses, there were calluses from practicing martial arts and holding knives, and some did rough work The cocoon is not like a nobleman at all. Chu Qiao held his hand tightly, put it to her mouth and exhaled lightly, then rubbed her hands together, raised her head and smiled, "Speaking of being poor, is there anyone poorer than the two of us back then?"
Yan Xun turned his head and saw the girl's bright eyes and bright teeth, her smile was like a dewy flower in the night, thinking of the past, he suddenly felt a little sad. How could I forget that during the first New Year spent in Zhenhuang City, the entire imperial city was filled with joyful firecrackers, fire trees and silver flowers all over the sky, and silk and bamboo vocal music in the palace. In the most remote dilapidated house in the northwest of Shengjin Palace, two children snuggled up in a dilapidated room with air leaks on all sides, wearing everything that could keep them warm. A little beggar.
There was a small pot in the middle of the ground, and they kept adding firewood to it while they were cooking the fire. The girl had a flushed face, and she kept stirring the pot with a small spoon.
Half a bowl of porridge for each person, and a few frozen salty radishes were their New Year's Eve dinner. Yan Xun felt uncomfortable and refused to eat in anger, so Chu Qiao coaxed him with a bowl and explained the truth to him one by one. Later Chu Qiao fell asleep and leaned on Yan Xun's shoulder. Yan Xun looked down at her and saw that her hands were covered with frostbite. Never look taller. At that time, he swore in his heart that one day, he would let her live a good life. However, after so many years in a flash, she still ran around with her, life and death.
"Oh!" Chu Qiao suddenly yelled, looking very panicked.
Yan Xun was slightly taken aback, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The wine we buried in the palace, we forgot to drink it when we left."
Yan Xun smiled, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a calm tone: "Don't worry, there is always a chance."
A simple sentence, but there is such a sharp edge in it. The man looked forward, and the cold wind blew over his temples, across his cold lines, and slowly blew towards the vast land of Yanbei.
"Yan Xun, you said that food, grass and weapons will be resolved in a short period of time, are you sure? Although Li Ce said that he would tacitly allow us to enter and exit the black market in Biantang, but our demand is too large, and I am afraid it will alarm the upper echelons."
After thinking for two days, Chu Qiao still asked the question in her heart. Yan Xun raised his eyes lightly, and after a long time, he whispered, "Huai Song."
"Huai Song? How could Huai Song help us?"
"I have met Princess Huai Song."
"Nalan Hongye!" Chu Qiao was startled, her eyes widened suddenly, she looked directly at Yan Xun, thought for a long time, and then said in a deep voice, "So, you told Li Ce earlier that you wanted to supply supplies through the Bian Tang black market. Military supply, is it just a cover? Your real purpose is to find an official amulet through the southern Xinjiang waterway, so that you can freely enter and exit Huai Song Dynasty, right?"
Yan Xun nodded, "You're right."
Chu Qiao frowned and said, "Bian Tang and Huai Song are at war. If we indirectly support Huai Song's iron ore and gold, do we count as standing on Huai Song's side and making an enemy of Li Ce?"
"Then what should we do?" Yan Xun turned his head, his eyes were a little sharp, "Bian Tang doesn't want to openly be an enemy of Daxia, and dare not support our food and military supplies. I can only find a third party, and I can't go to Daxia to buy food. Bar?"
Although she couldn't bear it, Chu Qiao still had to admit that Yan Xun was right, and she should also be thankful that Huai Song had the guts, otherwise, now, maybe they would have to open the Meilin Gate to do business with the Quanrong people.
"Ah Chu, do you think Li Ce will not know my intention?" Yan Xun sighed and said slowly, "No matter how careful we are and how flawless we are, if thousands of grain trucks pass through the border of Bian and Tang safely, how long will it be?" Do you think Li Ce would know nothing about going around the black market?"
Chu Qiao raised her head, her eyes flickering slightly.
"He just pretended not to know that's all. From Bian Tang's point of view, Daxia and Yanbei had better fight each other to the death. It's better to fight for ten or eight years, and then die together. It is in Bian Tang's interest for Huai Song to support our food and grass. That's why they acquiesced. For so many years when the Three Kingdoms have stood together, Bian and Tang's enemies are not only Huai Song, but the biggest tiger is in Hongchuan. Li Ce knows this better than you."
Yan Xun sighed slightly, looking far away at the thousands of lights under the mountain.
"Besides, we really can't hold on for too long. It's a long-term war between us and Daxia. We must take a long-term view and not exhaust the water. Yanbei has been fighting for years, and there are still dog soldiers in the north who are constantly beating. Guan Chaobian, every autumn and winter, the people are plundered, the people are devastated by the war, and the losses are too great. They all look forward to my return to Yanbei, but they don't know that as long as I come back, a full-scale war will happen on a large scale If the earth breaks out, their suffering will only intensify. What you said at the meeting before is that the people are the foundation of the Yanbei Rebel Army. I heard that many people now have no food for the winter. If there is no supply this year, the people will be killed. Frozen to death, starved to death, then our already stretched situation will become more difficult. I must give them a signal, a belief that as long as I come back, their life will be easier, only in this way, they will Follow me faithfully."
Chu Qiao nodded, feeling a little sad in her heart, and said softly, "That's right."
"Ah Chu, don't think too much, everything will pass."
Yan Xun patted Chu Qiao's shoulder, and smiled firmly, "We have survived so much suffering, is it worse now than before?"
The night wind was a bit cold, and it blew on Chu Qiao's face. Her eyelashes were very long, black and dense, like two small fans. She smiled and said, "Yan Xun, I believe in you."
Yan Xun's eyebrows twitched slightly, and for a moment it seemed that something passed through his eyes, but he didn't say anything after all, he just stretched out his arms to embrace her, and kissed her forehead lightly, his lips were cold and moist . Chu Qiao leaned in his arms, his chest was hard and broad, through the thick fur, he could still hear his steady heartbeat, every beat, so firm. Their movements are very natural, it seems to have been like this for eight years, neither of them spoke, this kind of tacit understanding is like old wine, emitting a strong fragrance from time to time.
Getting along with each other, in many cases, seems to be too plain, and it seems that it is not suitable for their age. But those painful experiences have already made them mature, and the excitement and passion are still there, but they have been well hidden.
"Yan Xun, who will Daxia send to attack Yanbei? Meng Tian? Zhao Che? Who else?"
"Mengtian is already old," Yan Xun's voice carried a few traces of vicissitudes of dignity, and seemed a little hoarse in the night wind, "As for Zhao Che, he may be in trouble soon."
"Oh why?"
Yan Xun smiled slightly, lowered his head and flicked Chu Qiao's forehead lightly, frowning on purpose and said, "I said, Ah Chu, did you do it on purpose? You have to ask me about such things?"
Chu Qiao muttered and rubbed her forehead, wrinkled her nose and said, "With you, people don't want to use their brains."
Yan Xun couldn't laugh or cry, it seems that no matter how wise a woman is, she always has a side of a little woman.
"After the Zhenhuang rebellion that day, local bandits waited for the opportunity to move, and some local princes also carefully tested the power of the Zhao family. In addition, the Zhenhuang plague was prevalent, and the Zhao family had no choice but to move the capital. This is the first time in a century for the Zhao family. Such weakness this time has almost become the laughing stock of the whole world, but only Zhao Che did not evacuate, but stayed and independently guarded the capital, protected the people of Zhenhuang, resisted bandits, and deterred the princes. Lofty prestige. Do you think, with the vigor of Emperor Xia and Da Xia's coveting royal family, and those old guys from the Imperial Presbyterian Council, will he be tolerated?"
Chu Qiao nodded, "Yes."