The snow between the sky and the earth is solemn, and the swamp is vast, as if it is endless. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was here that the first emperor was shot by a stray arrow and died shortly after returning home. Since then, all kinds of rights and wrongs have caused turmoil due to the peace of the Barrier Sun City. Chu Zhaohui was sad in his heart, and he changed into plain clothes with Luo Qi and others, wanting to pay tribute to his life.

The journey was simple, and there was a jar of liquor in the carriage to keep out the cold. Chu Zhaohui poured a full cup, bent down and sprinkled it on the swamp, and secretly swore to his father's heroic spirit that he would never have a war again, and he would never want the history of his father and Su Rui to end up hating each other.

In this life, even if she has become an enemy with her son since then and does not get along with each other in old age and death, she will never allow her son to shake the heart of the army, and she must return Xixia to a peaceful and prosperous era with Haiyan and Heqing.

At noon, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the lead-gray clouds overhead were thick, and there was not a trace of warmth on the body.

Luo Qi packed up the simple dry food, soaked some dough cakes in hot water, took out the dried meat and pickled vegetables, and invited Chu Zhaohui to have a full meal, so as to accumulate strength to cross this swamp and go straight to the border city.

The snow was falling, and the ground was already thick. In the weather that condensed into ice, Chu Zhaohui was pampered every day, and he was really a little unbearable. Compared with when she left Beijing, she lost a few points, and her thin body was wrapped in a thick black fox coat, which made her face extremely pale without makeup.

On the ten fingers caged in the sleeve, there are already a few chilblains, and they are roasted on a carbon basin, and it is a strange itch to drill the heart. Chu Zhaohui tried his best to hold back, thanked Luo Qi with a smile, took the bowl in her hand, and swallowed the rice in a big gulp.

In the charcoal basin of the carriage wall cage, the fire was clearly burning extremely strong, but it was only a drop in the bucket, and it still couldn't resist the cold on the bone. The carriage moved forward for a moment, and Chu Zhaohui curled up his whole body in the thick cloud quilt, still shivering for a while.

In this way, I am afraid that I will not survive the border city. Wearing the stars and the moon all the way, for fear that Su Duhan would be ahead of him, Chu Zhaohui had already overdrawn his mental and physical strength. Now that the border city is imminent, she gritted her teeth to strengthen herself, and she must not fall short at the last moment.

Chu Zhaohui tapped lightly on the car board, asked Luo Qi to stop, and ordered her to find a string of red spicy seeds from the side dishes that accompanied the meal, and boiled a thick soup to drink.

People who can't eat spicy food every day are now reluctant to pick up a big bowl of boiled red chili water, and Chu Zhaohui gulped it in.

There seemed to be a fire in his throat, and a flame jumped up from his stomach and traveled along his internal organs, Chu Zhaohui felt that his whole body seemed to be on fire, and even his tongue suddenly burst into flames, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The flame affected the discomfort in the stomach and throat, Chu Zhaohui had a heart-rending dry cough, tears and snot flowed down at the same time, Luo Qi was full of unbearable heart, and hurriedly handed her a handkerchief.

"Let's go, it's a lot warmer now", Chu Zhaohui wiped his tears and commanded Luo Qi with his tongue. Luo Qi nodded slightly and raised the horsewhip again.

These women who came and went in the rain with the old lady saw a lot of life and death, and looked down on the world, and when they saw Chu Zhaohui like this today, they actually had tears in their eyes one by one.

After walking for a day and a night, the body fell into thick ice ruts several times, and Luo Qi and the others tried their best to pull the carriage out. At noon the next day, the carriage finally crossed the swamp.

Thanks to the bowl of chili water, Chu Zhaohui's feeling of burning in his internal organs has never disappeared. In the snowstorm in the middle of the night, although Chu Zhaohui's teeth were shivering from the cold, there was always a trace of warmth in his heart.

Turning from the swamp back onto the road, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Luo Qi ordered people to light a bonfire on the side of the road and rest for a while. They reheated some dry food to wrap their bellies, fed the two tired red horses with hay mixed with bean cakes, and knocked off the thick snow and mud from their boots before continuing on their way.

At dusk, the wind and snow still did not stop, but it was a little lighter than in the morning. In the white snow and mist, the gate of the border city was finally in sight, and on the road ahead, Luo Qi also saw the soldiers who Li Zhifang came to lead, and everyone's hearts were suddenly relieved.

Stepping on the land leading to the border city twice, but two completely different moods and journeys.

Before the departure in midsummer, I traveled all the way to the mountains and rivers to see the desert scenery. When I arrived in the border city, there was Su Rui at the gate of the city, what a storm.

This time, the light car is simple, and the desert snow is covered with yellow sand, which can be described as nine deaths, just to block his son's ambition to go to the black. Compared with the two, Chu Zhaohui's heart turned a thousand times.

Li Zhifang got the news from Beijing early, and heard that Mrs. An Guo chose to come to the border city at this time, knowing that he was afraid that he would not be able to get rid of the 100,000 soldiers in his hands.

Stationed outside all the year round, Li Zhifang is not very clear about the situation in Beijing. The Jiangyin rebellion was soon purged again, and together with the large transfer of officials in the Jiangyin area, he only took a general look at it from the imperial court report.

It can be inferred from this that Mrs. Anguo's involvement in danger with her daughter's body is probably related to this. Li Zhifang can also guess a few points about her real intention. Affected by the death of Su Rui last year, the instability of the army's heart when he first returned to the border city, and then thinking about the wicked people hiding in the army now, Li Zhifang's heart was heavy, and he felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavy.

After receiving the news from the pioneer, Li Zhifang took his second son out of the city gate. Looking at the dusty carriage all the way, and then looking at the heavy snow that has not stopped in the border city these days, recalling the figure of Chu Zhaohui on Su Rui's funeral, this bloody man only felt a sour nose, and added some tragedy for no reason.

Behind Li Zhifang, I don't know when a large number of soldiers were suppressed, and the darkness was unsightly. The crowd of people from the city continued to grow, surging forward wordlessly, with eager and respectful eyes.

Knowing that the widow of General Long Hu was coming to the border city, many soldiers who had followed Su Rui spontaneously followed Li Zhifang until they reached the city gate, and they all stopped to look at the carriage that was getting closer and closer.

The soldiers do not know how to use rhetoric, but they tell their most sincere feelings with practical actions. They silently saluted to express their heartfelt respect for the widow of the Dragon and Tiger General.

Ten miles of long streets, 10,000 empty alleys, silent is better than sound. The soldiers and people of the entire border city seemed to have made an appointment at this moment, and they moved the city.

Luo Qi watched this touching scene from a distance, his eyes became wet for the second time, and his hands holding the reins of the horse couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Approaching the city gate, Chu Zhaohui stepped out of the carriage with Luo Qi's support and re-established himself on the land of the border city.

Snow is like goose feathers, but in a short distance, Chu Zhaohui's black big coat is full of snowflakes, she took Luo Qi's hand, supported her weak body, and looked at Li Zhifang who strode forward with a smile.