"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests. ”

Li Zhifang's singing voice became more and more high-pitched and generous, and more soldiers joined in the singing. Even though he had seen the pride of the soldiers once on Chinese New Year's Eve last year, Chu Zhaohui was still moved to tears this time.

Murong Hui and Tang Jia'er drank a few glasses of fruit wine, looking at the desert of the border city, and their hearts were full of pride.

Murong Hui returned to the big tent and took out the Jiaowei Qin given by Murong Wei, regardless of the cold and wind, took his hand out of the sleeve cage, and with a slight pick of his fingertips, he closed Li Zhifang's rhythm.

She sang while playing, her voice was tactful and melodious, and she played the last sentence "Wait to clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, and face the sky" countless times. At the beginning, it was Tang Jia'er who was in harmony with her, and gradually Concubine Xin, Mingzhu, Luo Qi, and even Chu Zhaohui joined the ranks of singing.

Song Weiyuan and a group of officials of the Ministry of Industry were moved by this pride, and they all stood up and sang loudly.

The singing was agitated and endured, and the bonfires in the border city were lit all night.

In the Jingtang Pass, which is separated by mountains and two rivers, there is a solemn atmosphere. There are also soldiers in the camp shouting five and drinking, holding the wine jar to share the moon cakes in their hands, but they all secretly complain that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet is stingy and there is no minced meat in previous years.

The soldiers seemed to think that Jingtang Pass was still a dragon pond, and they were stuck here and didn't know what to worry about.

A few people sat around in the handsome tent, with a simple banquet in front of them, and a plate of moon cakes for the occasion, but no one had the heart to swallow it, and their faces were full of solemn expressions.

Although Su Guangfu raised enough silver taels, Tong Dahai went to Goryeo in vain, and was full of anger at Goryeo's tough refusal. In previous years, the materials for the winter would be raised at the end of August, but now it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but not even a grain of grain has been obtained.

Su Guangfu was full of hope to tide over the difficulties with Gu Zhengnuo's silver, but he didn't count the breaking of the contract in Goryeo, and he didn't make any money with the money he got in hand. In a few days, his half-white hair was almost completely dyed with frost and snow, and his empty sleeves were on his knees, and the whole person instantly aged by more than ten years.

He looked at Tong Dahai gloomily and said, "Could it be that you have made careless words and annoyed the new king of Goryeo? Or are the people below arrogant and want to get a piece of the soup? You will go again tomorrow, and take an extra 10 percent of silver and 2 dozen officials up and down, and you must raise all the rice and grain before the end of August." ”

Tong Dahai replied in frustration: "It's useless, I have also thought about this method of the sect master, but it can't be dotted with silver points." The household officials who dealt with him in previous years said that this time the new king strictly ordered that he was not allowed to have anything to do with Jingtang Guan. ”

Su Guangfu hatefully drank a cup of hot soju and slammed the wine glass: "What is the origin of this new king of Goryeo, how to do things so ruthlessly, could it be that he knows our origin and does not want to be an enemy of Xixia?"

Su Duhan didn't move his chopsticks, looking at the few plates of dried bean curd bamboo shoots on the table, he couldn't swallow it, and at this moment he took a piece of tofu and slowly put it in his mouth to chew. Regardless of these people's anxiety, he was still quiet and depressed in a green shirt and white robe, and he regained some of his former light and comfort.

Seeing that he didn't care about himself, Su Duran was a little angry, touched his body with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Su Duhan shook his head indifferently, and said lightly: "Let's take one step at a time, I am naturally helpless for the problems that Mr. can't solve." ”

He stood up elegantly and bowed his hand to everyone at the table: "Everyone, use it slowly, I feel unwell today, I'll go back to the room first." ”

Which person at the table had the heart to drink? After Su Duhan left, each person ate two bites of moon cakes indiscriminately, and then dispersed. Su Duran sent Su Guang back to the room, and sighed lowly: "Twilight is very wrong these days, I'm afraid he won't be able to think about it." ”

Su Guangfu's thin body was wrapped in a black coat, and he looked more and more like a dead leaf in the wind, and like a flat boat without a trace on the sea, he patted Su Duran's hand to show comfort: "Don't worry, he still has something to worry about in his heart, and he will not be willing to let go." ”

Su Duran nodded helplessly, and watched Su Guang return to the room, and quietly turned around and left.

Su Guangfu did not rest, but walked alone under Su Duhan's window. Through the sparse green cloth curtain above, you can see the faint candlelight inside. Under the lamp, Su Duhan looked attentive, sharpening bamboo pieces with a knife, and there were some painted silk yarns scattered on the desk, as well as kite bone joints tied to bamboo chips.

It seems that from the day Ugin escaped on Moli, Su Duhan was crazy about making kites, and often stayed up all night. Su Guangfu looked at the blue butterflies, red dragonflies, ribbons, ospreys and other things hanging on his wall, and couldn't guess what this silent young man wanted to do.

Su Guangfu can be sure that Su Duhan doesn't want to die. Along the way, he has fallen from a high-ranking prince to a thief who plots rebellion, and that habit of being high has not changed. If he had the will to live and die with Jingtang Pass, he would never allow Ugin to leave with Mo.

The only explanation is that Su Duhan is still looking for a way to meet Ugin and Moli.

Su Guangfu's gloomy eyes looked at Su Duhan, who was still engrossed in sharpening the bamboo joints, and the hand that wanted to pull the door finally did not rise, but fell down.

Qionghua was like frost, Su Guangfu's figure under the window was slender, Su Duhan glanced at the corner of his eyes, pressed the complicated feelings in his heart, and still focused on making the wings of the osprey in his hand.

The cool moonlight was gradually obscured by dark clouds, and Su Guangfu's face was cold. He looked up and saw debris of snowflakes falling from the sky. Looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the white flowers on the top of the mountain are all green, but it seems to be a towering tomb, and the top is full of white flowers on the ground.

Murong Wei's dowry was finally prepared, and there were piles of piles all over the ground in the Canwei Palace.

The auspicious clothes made by the Shanggong Bureau are lined up, neatly placed on the smoked cage, and the bright red Luo clothes are as bright as the morning glow, and they seem to be in full bloom.

Qin Tian had chosen the auspicious day of August 18, and now it was Murong Wei's last day in the Bright Wei Palace.

Murong Wei touched the jade lotus flower that Emperor Chongming ordered for her in the past, and she could hear that the flowing water on it was still murmuring, falling from the core of the flower into the pot, and then repeatedly.

How many sleepless nights, it was this gurgling water that accompanied her until dawn. She will be gone, and this flowing water will still stop in place, looking forward to her return.

Gu Chenxiao gently held Murong Wei's hand, and could read the nostalgia in her heart, only doubly cherished and cared for her. He carefully looked at the several large lotus-leaf-shaped blue-glazed porcelain pots, and silently remembered their appearance, wanting to give Murong Wei another surprise.