Shen Yingying temporarily took over the military power, and moved the camp to the north of Yinshan Mountain, guarding the pass of Eiyangling. The camp this time was much more spacious than the ones temporarily set up during the march. The marshal finally had his own tent, which was separate from the marshal's tent for discussion.
Dayong is not yet cold, the north of Yinshan Mountain is already blowing cold, especially at night, it is very cold. Shen Lou covered the sleeping Lin Xin with a quilt, and stuffed a Tang Pozi at his feet. The cold feet are so white that they are almost transparent, and blue blood vessels can be seen.
Zhu Xingli said that the child had lost too much blood and was afraid that he would be cold, so he sent Yuan'a and others to buy a heater, soup pot, tonic, and food thousands of miles away. Before buying it back, Shen Lou kept hugging him.
Huang Ge came in through the curtain with a bowl of decoction in hand. Seeing his country justice holding the deer's feet in a daze, he immediately lowered his head, not daring to look any further. Zishu was caught by Zhu Xingli and sent to do coolies—decoction, stewed chicken, fish, and porridge. The person serving the dishes became Huang Ge.
Hearing the sound, Shen Lou immediately covered Lin Xin's feet with the quilt, and asked in a deep voice, "Huangge, did you ever go to the snow-capped mountains near the Wei River when you were young?"
"You don't remember?" Huang Ge was a little surprised. In his perception, Shen Qingque, who was precocious, should remember everything about his childhood very clearly, "The winter when we were nine years old, we went hunting on Yangshan Mountain in Weishui And saved a child."
"What child?" Shen Lou raised his head suddenly, his thin lips trembled slightly, when he was nine years old, Lin Xin was five years old.
"A frozen child was tied to a tree by someone, so pitiful." There was something rare that Shen Lou could not remember, Huang Ge couldn't help but say a few more words, "You didn't know why at that time, you didn't allow us to hug, He wanted to be carried down the mountain by himself. Later, he was anxious to go back, so he asked his subordinates to look for his family members, and the subordinates sent them to Zhao's family."
That mountain belongs to the Weishui Zhao family.
"His Royal Highness Xuan, don't go so fast. When I was five years old, I was tied up on a snow mountain and almost died of freezing. I was terrified of the ice and snow. How about you carry me away?"
"They all bully me, why don't you take me away?"
"Before you recognize me, it's up to you."
"I'm going to freeze to death, this time, can you, don't let me go?"
Those words hidden in the laughter are not all sweet words. Shen Lou closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a long silence, he possessed himself, pulled Lin Xin into his chest bit by bit through the quilt, and gently kissed the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.
sorry.
See no evil! Huang Ge quickly put down the decoction, turned around and left the tent, bumping into Zhu Xingli who was running after Yanggu.
Wen Shilan was defeated by Shen Lou and was injured, and was tied up by the three who arrived later, along with those small items on the snow mountain.
Zhu Xingli was very interested in those little things and the puppet He Ruo, except when dispensing medicine for Lin Xin, he was playing with these things. Look at this, touch that. Yang Gu was thrown out of the tent by Shen Lou, piled up with these sundries, and was also within the range of being touched.
Before playing twice, Yanggu ran away.
"Little Huang, grab it!" Zhu Xingli shouted.
Huang Ge subconsciously stretched out his hand, grabbed the Yanggu sword in his hand, and was taken aback: "How can this sword run away by itself?"
Zhu Xingli took the sword carefully, stroked it lightly as if holding a child, and said with a foolish smile: "This sword has given birth to a spirit, and it is alive now." After finishing speaking, he patted the spring on his waist. With a slap from Hen Jian, Yang Gu was only one year old and gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and Chun Hen was already in his twenties!
When Lin Xin woke up, Yang Gu had already returned to his side, leaning against the head of the bed quietly. There was no one on the left or right, and the sunlight came in from the roof of the tent, shining on the empty bowl by the bed. Smacking your lips, there is no bitterness as expected, but it has the fragrance of chicken soup.
He got up and found Shen Lou's outer shirt to put on, and went to the handsome tent.
The tent was very lively, Shen Yingying sat under the handsome seat and repaired big arrows, Feng Zhong sat next to her with stewed chicken and ate his mouth full of oil. Zhu Xingli sat on the handsome seat, playing with the small objects left by the great witch, amazed.
Lin Qu knelt and sat in front of the short table, he didn't know where to find the drawing paper, and traced the pattern on the golden lampshade, stroke by stroke, calm and peaceful, as if he was not in the same world as the noisy three people. Occasionally said: "This pattern is quite similar to an ancient spiritual weapon collected by the Lin family."
"Oh? What is that spirit weapon for?" Zhu Xingli looked up at him, just in time to see Lin Xin walking in, "Xin'er..."
Everyone in the room looked over, and before he had time to speak, Lin Xin was picked up from behind.
"Why did you run out?" Shen Lou had a little anger in his eyes, just practicing his martial arts, the person on the bed disappeared, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
"I can't see you when I wake up, I miss you." Seeing that Shen Lou's expression was not good, Lin Xin immediately wrapped his arms around his neck obediently and rubbed his face.
Zhu Xingli swallowed half of the greeting, and covered his eyes with one hand.
The chicken leg in Feng Zhong's mouth fell to the ground with a "clack", and he was heartbroken. He didn't know whether to pick up the chicken leg or take care of Lin Xin first. "You, what's the matter with you two?"
Lin Qu's eyes flickered slightly, and the smile on his face remained unchanged. He grabbed Feng Zhong who was about to rush over, and asked in a warm voice, "Did you also hurt your legs and feet?"
Lin Xin buried his face in Shen Lou's chest pretending to be shy, and said in a low voice, "No."
Shen Yingying didn't look up from the beginning to the end, did these people forget that she is still a girl who has not left the cabinet! girl!
The warm nasal sound penetrated into the ears, making Shen Lou's expression slow down unconsciously. As the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, Lin Xin immediately lost his fear and turned his head to look around: "Where's my uncle?"
The few people in the tent stopped talking for a moment, Zhu Xingli coughed lightly, and opened the map hanging on the side.
All the gadgets were brought back, and Wu Luolan He Ruo's body was also brought back, and it was now placed on the wooden bed behind the map. Wen Shilan was still wearing the bloody clothes, and she stood by with a gray face, not speaking or moving, more like a corpse than He Ruo.
He Ruo has many red threads hanging all over his body. When the wind blows, he will blink or shake his fingers. Zhu Xingli was greedy and wanted to play, but he was afraid of being bitten by Wen Shilan, so he could only watch from a distance: "Such an exquisite puppet is rare in the world."
"Khan, how many years have you been dead?" Wen Shilan raised his eyes to look at Lin Xin, his voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time.
"If I'm not wrong, she should have died before my mother fled." Lin Xin jumped down from Shen Lou's arms, wanted to get close but was caught by Shen Lou, so he didn't insist, and simply leaned on Shen Lou, "Didn't you notice that his face is only in his twenties?"
Wen Shilan and Wu Luolan He Ruo have known each other since childhood, grew up together, and fought the world together, of course they knew that this was He Ruo's face when he was in his twenties. Hearing Lin Xin say this, he slowly closed his dry eyes.
When He Ruo conquered the tribe for the first time, Wen Shilan was with him, so the unification was very fast. People on the grassland worship the strong, and if He Ruo wants to sweat profusely, he needs prestige. Wen Shilan is willing to be an invisible person, and pushes all the victories to He Ruo, and this is how the legend of "attacking the top of Yinshan Mountain at night and breaking through the tail of Yinshan Mountain at night" came into being.
"You don't care about this bastard!" Wen Shilan suddenly hugged He Ruo tightly into her arms, growling like a trapped animal, "He ruined the sun on the grassland!"
The puppet He Ruo opened his eyes, knowing nothing.
There are soldiers singing in the distance, drifting over the handsome tent with the wind of the desert:
[Do you say no clothes? In the same robe as the son. Wang Yuxing taught me to repair my spear.]
The man in the same robe is still there, but the king does not know where he has gone. The spears and spears these years have been for an empty skin. The king who drank three altars and lay drunk on the battlefield with him is long gone.
Lin Qu was still holding the golden lamp in his hand, flickering on and off. Seeing Wen Shilan like this, he couldn't help sighing, and handed him the thing in his hand: "This is the thing that the great witch never leaves. Look, isn't it?" Khan's?"
Wen Shilan raised her head and looked at the young man who had fought against him: "Thank you for your kindness, this is just a lamp in Wang's tent."
"Wait a minute!" Shen Lou said suddenly, took the lamp and took a closer look, "There is a soul trapped inside!"
Everyone looked at Shen Lou, Lin Xin was also very surprised. As far as he knew, Shen Qingque didn't have much research on the soul, how could he tell that there was a soul in it
"This is a soul lamp, I... have seen it before." Shen Lou paused, "As long as the lamp is not extinguished, the soul inside will not be dissipated."
The "before" obviously refers to the past life, Lin Xin understands it.
Wen Shilan's eyes were filled with pain immediately: "Khan, that must be Khan's soul!"
Regardless of the palace or the royal court, this lamp has always been by the side of the puppet He Ruo. Earlier he thought it was the great witch playing tricks. It turned out that even if he died, He Ruo did not find peace, and his soul was trapped in the soul lamp and could not reincarnate!
"So that's it!" Zhu Xingli slapped Feng Zhong, "Trapping the soul in the lamp and putting it together with the body will keep the soul from entering the ground, and the body will not rot!"
Feng Zhong, who was beaten inexplicably, staggered, scratched his head and said, "Is that possible?" There are masters and senior brothers who deal with such souls at home, and His Royal Highness, who has a photographic memory, knows a little bit about it.
Holding the lamp in his hand, Wen Shilan suddenly raised his head.
"Is it possible to move the soul to the past?" Lin Xin asked the master.
"This body is no longer alive. Even if it is moved up, it will still be a living dead." Zhu Xingli took the opportunity to step forward, touched He Ruo's meridians, looked at He Ruo's chin, and even knocked on the lid of the sky. .
Wen Shilan waited expectantly for his diagnosis, but did not stop him at all.
Lin Xin looked at the master who started to play with his uncle by pulling the red thread, coughed lightly and said, "Is the altar damaged?" After getting a negative answer, Lin Xin decided to give it a try.
The puppet He Ruo was moved into a small tent, only Zhu Xingli and Lin Xin were inside, and no one else was allowed to disturb him. After waiting for two hours, Shen Lou, who couldn't sit still, sneaked in with the excuse of "knowing how to use the soul lamp", and the tent door closed again.
Wen Shilan stood outside the tent, looking anxious, wanting to see but dare not go in, like a husband waiting for his wife to give birth.
Feng Zhong hadn't recovered from the relationship between Lin Xin and Shen Lou, and asked Lin Qu sadly: "Is it because we Yanqiu has no relationship with female disciples, that's why he went astray?"
"Time is fate, Jiuying is a cultivator of immortality, so he should be more open." Lin Qu smiled faintly.
Suddenly, the tent moved without wind, and the abundant soul power lifted the curtain, and Lin Xin's exclamation was heard at the same time.
Wen Shilan rushed in without thinking, breathing lightly and looking at the person sitting in the center of the cinnabar array with his eyes closed.
"It's done, but..." Before Lin Xin finished speaking, He Ruo had already opened his eyes.
With blue eyes that were as clean as washing, she slowly returned to her senses. Wu Luolan He Ruo looked at Wen Shilan without moving or speaking.
Everyone held their breath and waited for a long time before He Ruocai pulled a stiff smile and called out with difficulty: "Agan."
I haven't spoken for many years, and my voice is very hoarse.
Agan means elder brother in Hu dialect. Wen Shilan hadn't heard this title for many years.
Little by little, he knelt down on one knee and stared closely at He Ruo's eyes. This wolf-slaying general, who can control seven deer glasses, suddenly burst into tears.