Chu Zhaohui's long hair is loose and tied, his light lotus cotton clothes are simple and simple, and there is no trace of hairpin on his body. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It seems that from the moment she left the Imperial City of Gusu, this golden and noble woman completely abandoned the prosperity of the past, and was willing to be an ordinary mustard seed in front of the Buddha, and did not want to count the warmth and coldness of the people in the world.

Li Zhifang wanted to persuade a few words, but he couldn't speak, so he only got up with his son and said respectfully: "In this case, Mrs. has a good life to rest, and Zhifang's father and son retire." ”

When the curtain of the handsome tent was gently closed, Luo Qi came in to serve her to lie down, and quietly lifted the curtain and went out, only Chu Zhaohui was left in the huge space, obviously extremely tired, but she had no sleep.

The sound of the bangzi in the army knocked on the third watch, Chu Zhaohui wiped the tears on his face with a handkerchief, turned on the oil lamp on the case, slowly put on his clothes and got off the kang, and sat in front of the bookcase in Su Rui's daily office.

Seeing that there were still some historical books and art of war neatly piled up on her husband's case, and there were still a change of clothes left in the cabinet, as if she was still covered with Su Rui's rough and unrestrained atmosphere, Chu Zhaohui carefully stroked it, feeling the residual warmth of her husband.

I think Su Rui never thought that the triumph that time was an eternal parting with the border city, and his handsome tent still maintained its original appearance, similar to the last time Chu Zhaohui came.

Open the drawer at the bottom of the bookcase, there are still poems that Su Rui occasionally writes on weekdays, and the familiar words are on the face, and the words are naturally like people. Chu Zhaohui trembled and pulled out a sheet, on which were Su Rui's wild and vigorous words: Sijun is like a full moon, and the night is light.

The past is unbearable, and when he looks back, his liver and intestines are broken, Chu Zhaohui picked up the poem, gently put it on his face, and called the general, and tears were already raining down.

On one side of the handsome tent, there were still a few bags of mare's milk wine, which I thought were old things that Su Rui drank in the past. Chu Zhaohui took off a bag and held it in his hand, and lightly put on his own big coat, and then opened the curtain of the handsome tent.

The cold risk blew her up, Chu Zhaohui stood against the wind and sniffed steadily, and put the mare's milk wine and two cups on the bronze table under the poplar tree.

The snow was falling, sprinkled all over the camp, and the unique breath of the side plug in the dry and cold wind came to the face, with a long-lost sense of familiarity, vaguely still the night of that year, the moment when she and Su Rui spent mid-autumn together.

Chu Zhaohui uncorked, filled the two wine glasses, touched them lightly, and then affectionately spilled one of the glasses in front of the desk, while he picked up the other cup and drank it quietly.

The smell of mare's milk wine is still rushing to the nose, and those who have been drunk once do not want to wake up, but they begin to miss the spicy smell.

In the tent where Luo Qi and the others lived, it was dark and quiet, and only a trace of the gap was provoked, revealing Luo Qi's worried and concerned eyes. Seeing Chu Zhaohui pouring himself drinks in the dark night, and spilling the wine in his cup on the ground under his feet from time to time, Luo Qi couldn't bear to disturb, so he could only worry silently.

Chu Zhaohui looked at the bonfires in the barracks that had never been extinguished, and saw that the tents near and far were shrouded in snow, although they were vast and simple, but they seemed so quiet and peaceful, and the impulses that had been there along the way became more and more determined at this moment, Chu Zhaohui once again strengthened his thoughts.

If she doesn't return to the capital and stays here with peace of mind, she can probably get closer to Su Rui.

Once this idea grows, it is like a seed in spring that takes root and sprouts, grows wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it grows into a towering giant tree, which can no longer be shaken.

Returning to the tent, Chu Zhaohui learned Luo Qi's method to relieve the itch of his fingers. She roasted wormwood on a charcoal brazier and kept warm. The charcoal basin burned vigorously, but it was not the silver silk frost charcoal common in Beijing, but there was a slight smoke, which made her a little uncomfortable.

Chu Zhaohui coughed lightly twice, drank a cup of hot tea to relieve the dryness in his throat, but felt that this kind of fireworks was extremely warm, better than the lonely bed in King An's mansion a thousand times colder.

The bedding and bed curtains were all used by her husband in the old days, as if there was still her husband's breath on it, the first night in the barracks, Chu Zhaohui thought that he would toss and turn, who would have thought that he would sleep dark and sweet.

Early in the morning of the second day, the soldiers had a morning exercise, and in Li Zhifang's tent, all the generals of the border city had gathered. The arrival of Mrs. Anguo is not a secret, Li Zhifang does not need to hide it, along with several generals who were sent to Tuntian, they were also recalled by him, and everyone waited silently, wanting to hear what instructions Mrs. Anguo brought from the capital.

Chu Zhaohui didn't let everyone wait too long, she simply finished breakfast, then changed into a solemn plain green clothes, still covered with thick black hair, draped in snowflakes into Li Zhifang's handsome tent, looking at the sincere and upright generals, the original timidity disappeared.

The generals of the border city have not moved much in recent years, and a few of them are old acquaintances of the past, and they never had the opportunity to greet Chu Zhaohui yesterday, but this time they came to her to greet her, during which there was Huang Jie, who was sent to Tuntian by Li Zhifang.

Huang Jie and Chu Zhaohui have had several encounters and can be regarded as familiar. He smiled a little shyly, hugged his fists and saluted Chu Zhaohui, and called Mrs. Sheng's sister-in-law according to his old habits.

With Yuan Fei's past rut in the past, Chu Zhaohui became more and more convinced that the arrow shot at her husband came from these closest people in the past. What's more, Li Zhifang sent Huang Jielu to Tuntian and skillfully transferred him out of the army, there must be Li Zhifang's reason.

From the elegant room Youlan who has not weathered the wind and rain to become today's sonorous rose, this year Chu Zhaohui has experienced the death of her husband and the birth of her son, and a once soft heart has long been ground out of the rough.

She smiled calmly and raised her hand to Huang Jie: "The general doesn't have to be polite, please get up quickly." I didn't see the general yesterday, and I specifically asked General Li about it, so I realized that you have another important responsibility. ”

Chu Zhaohui's words were gentle, his actions were decent, and his words were like a trickle, flowing quietly in everyone's hearts. The people only knew that her words were sincere, and no one doubted that there was anything untrue in her words.

"To go into battle to kill the enemy, you must get food and grass first, and General Huang led the soldiers to reclaim wasteland and be self-sufficient, and he has made great contributions. When I return to Beijing, I will definitely report to Your Majesty according to the truth, and I believe that the rear department will soon be rewarded for meritorious deeds. ”

The shy smile on Huang Jie's face deepened, and he bowed his hand again, his smile was particularly hearty: "What is the merit of the last general, it is all General Li's strategy and came up with such a good way to be a farmer and a soldier." ”

Everyone was noisy and chatted about some military affairs, and Chu Zhaohui changed his words and saluted Li Zhifang's head: "I have said yesterday that I know the general's intention, and I believe the generals are also very curious." Today, I dare to speak freely, and ask the general to gather his army, so that the soldiers below can also hear it with their own ears. ”

Huang Jie had a smile on his face, but his heart was cloudy. Since receiving the news of Su Guangfu, he has been secretly gathering troops in the past few days, waiting for the arrival of Su Guangfu and Su Duhan. Unexpectedly, he didn't come, but he ushered in such an uninvited guest as Chu Zhaohui.