Lao Fushun's father-in-law personally sent it to the border gate, the things in the brocade box must be important, how dare she be sloppy.

It's just that she wants to go and see with Chu Li, and a few generals have entered the big tent, so there should be military information to discuss, so Minglan took the brocade box and returned to the tent where she and the lord of Duanning County lived.

The brocade box is locked, if Shun's father-in-law gives it to her.

It was easy and the lock was opened without much effort.

But the contents of the brocade box were somewhat unexpected by Minglan, a thin gauze, as thin as a cicada's wings, and there was nothing on it.

This yarn feels good, and Minglan is not stupid enough to think that this is an embroidered handkerchief.

After the tulle was taken out, there was nothing else in the brocade box, and Minglan vaguely saw a holy word looming in the brocade box.

If she guessed correctly, it should be something from the Holy Mountain.

Isn't the difference between saints and ordinary people the difference in blood?

Minglan decisively bit his fingertips and dripped blood on the tulle.

Then there were a lot of small letters on the tulle.

Minglan knew all those words, but if they were to be put together, she didn't know what they meant.

While watching, he meditated in his heart, and then Minglan felt a little pain in the fingertip that he had just bitten.

She spread her hands out, and a small flame flickered at her fingertips, startling her.

As soon as she shook the flame in her hand, it was still on the quilt where the county lord of Zhaoning was sleeping.

Almost instantly, it burned into a raging fire.

Choking on the smoke, Minglan put the tulle into the brocade box and walked out of the big tent with the brocade box.

Outside, the soldiers shouted that the water had been gone, and then brought water from nearby to put out the fire.

Chu Li came out of the big tent and saw that it was the camp where Minglan lived that was on fire, so he walked over quickly and said, "What's wrong?"

Minglan held the brocade box, and when she saw that everyone was staring at her, she was a little embarrassed and said, "I accidentally set the fire." ”

The county lord of Zhaoning hurriedly asked, "Then are you okay?"

Minglan shook his head, "I'm fine." ”

Chu Li naturally took Minglan into his arms and took her to the tent where he slept in, causing many soldiers to squeeze their eyebrows.

This has brought Miss Gu of the Zhenguo Mansion to the camp tent, and it will not work if she doesn't marry.

The emperor gave him a marriage, why did he withdraw from his family.

In the camp tent, Minglan gave the brocade box to Chu Li, and Chu Li said, "How did you set the fire?"

There was a fire in the big tent, but Minglan should not be so stupid as to light the lamps and candles for most of the day, and finally burn the tent.

Minglan shook his head, "I don't know, I just silently recited the words on the silk in my heart, and there was a fire on my fingertips, I threw it casually, and that's ......it." ”

Chu Li thought of the painting.

The painting that came out of the old prince's treasury, Minglan said that the painting might be his own grandmother, when the woman in the painting stepped on a lotus flower, and her fingertips were a cluster of small flames.

After Chu San came to the barracks, Chu Li learned from him that his grandmother was the last saint.

Afraid that Chu Li would not believe it, Minglan opened the brocade box and took out the silk, the handwriting on it had not disappeared, Minglan read it silently in his heart, and a small flame appeared on his fingertips.

She was scared before, but this time she was mentally prepared, so she was not so scared.

Although it was fire, Minglan didn't feel hot, but felt very comfortable.

Chu Li reached out to touch the flames, and the burning sensation made him take his hand back.

It's real fire.

But unlike the blood taken from Minglan's forehead by the Northern Liang Kingdom Master before, the flame is very ordinary and can be extinguished with water.

After a while, the fire in the tent was extinguished, but it was burned beyond recognition, and it was definitely inhabitable.

If a flame can be born, it can be extinguished.

Minglan felt that what she had just recited silently should be a mantra, and the following string should be a collection of flames.

Sure enough, she read it in her heart, and the flame disappeared.

Again, the flame is born.

Over and over again, Minglan had a lot of fun.

She continued to look down, also silently in her mind, but there was no response.

Minglan kept looking back.

At the end of the silk satin it is written: Each layer increases the power of the flame tenfold, and the last layer of flame, the center of the flame is purple, can burn everything in the world, including foreign iron.

Minglan's eyes fell on the heteroiron, and he didn't know what heteroiron.

But to add such a sentence after burning everything, the alien iron should be extraordinarily hard.

Chu Li said, "Could the iron box be a different iron?"

Minglan's blood, even Beiliang Guoshi didn't dare to touch it, and calcined it with the flame that her heart's blood turned into, but the iron box was not damaged at all, and she could still hold the jade que, which showed that it was unusual.

Moreover, Mrs. Mu left a message in the brocade box, if they must go up the snow mountain, they must bring the iron box anyway.

Minglan brought it.

But they were struck by lightning, and the iron box was missing like them.

Chu Li felt that whether they could return to Da Zhou or not, not only Yuque, but also the iron box should also be a key.

He had to repair a letter to his grandfather and ask him to send someone to find the iron box.

Chu Li sat down, about to pick up the pen to write a letter, and just picked up the pen when there was a howl outside.

The enemy army has begun to attack the city again.

Chu Li put down the pen and said to Minglan, "Draw down the iron box, let Father-in-law Shun take it back to grandfather, and let him send someone to find it." ”

Minglan nodded, and Chu Li stepped out.

Outside, Chu San shook his hands, "After waiting for several days, I finally started to attack the city again, this time, I have to behead several of his generals, big brother, I will lead people to outflank him from the right." ”

I had already prepared for it, but I had to go to the city gate to see it before making a decision, so I couldn't act rashly.

They hurried to the city gates.

Minglan stayed in the camp tent to write a letter, and then handed it to Father-in-law Shun, about the iron box, Minglan wrote in detail, although Minglan felt that the old prince should have seen the iron box.

As soon as the battle began, the previous situation was repeated, and the soldiers were wounded and bandaged.

During the previous truce, a lot of gold sore medicine was concocted, and a few flavors of medicinal materials were used up, and I couldn't adjust it if I wanted to.

Minglan and the county lord of Zhaoning were not idle, they had a new job, wrote letters to the soldiers who could not be saved, and wrote down their last words and sent them to their parents, wives and children.

On this day, Minglan didn't know how many tears he shed.

Squatting on the ground, Minglan used his knees on the table, only to hear the soldier's eyes red, vomiting blood, and said with difficulty, "Bao, Bao'er, Dad, Daddy doesn't know you yet, it's a man, it's a woman, Daddy thinks, I want to see you grow, grow ......." ”

Before a big word could be spoken, he swallowed.

Minglan's two tears fell on the letter paper, rendering the handwriting open.

Another shattered family, the father and mother lost their son, the wife lost her husband, and the young son lost his father.

Why war?

Is it bad to coexist peacefully?

The soldiers on the side were wiping their tears, all moved by this scene, and they were homesick.

"Miss Gu help me write a letter to my family, I'm afraid that the next time I go to the battlefield, I won't be able to leave a word for my father and brother," a soldier choked up.

He had been hit by an arrow in the thigh, bandaged, but still bleeding.