Zhongyu Tianci four years, the border city of Shage. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The north wind howled, the basil fell, and the cold air was like a frosty winter morning.

The vast wilderness is far away, and there is no glimmer of life in sight. The river bends like a strip of wind, and the rolling peaks in the distance overlap and stagger.

There was no heating in the cotton clothes, and the people were so cold that their fingers fell off and their skin cracked.

In the distance, a horse galloped forward, only to see the horse raise its hooves to the sky and neigh, and the dusty soldier on horseback shook his body and dismounted, and walked into the tent camp with a swift stride.

Duan Zhenghong and Duan Ziqian, father and son, dressed in battle robes, stood sideways in front of the desk to discuss combat strategies.

The soldier who walked in knelt on one knee and kowtowed and replied: "Young General, the third miss was at the end of the September competition and was seriously injured, and the fifth miss ordered the third miss to be locked up in the old ancestral hall." ”

Hearing this, dressed in silver-white armor, wearing a green sword on his right waist, and a helmet between his left arm, Duan Ziqian, who was tied up high in green silk, rushed out of the tent and turned over on the horse, and with a clamp between his legs, the horse ran for several miles.

Duan Zhenghong, who followed Duan Ziqian out of the camp, shouted: "Bring a bow and arrow!" The soldiers immediately brought bows and crossbows and a rain of arrows.

The bow was drawn, the arrow was stringed, and in the blink of an eye it shot into the horse's belly.

If it weren't for Duan Ziqian's quick reaction in the saddle, I am afraid that he would have been thrown far away.

Duan Zhenghong, who was wearing golden armor, rode over, dismounted and said, "Duan Ziqian, Miao Ling is seriously injured now, and my father understands your feelings." But as a soldier, don't you know that if you leave the camp without the king's order, you are a fugitive general, and you will be beheaded according to the military order, and you should be beheaded according to the law.

If the Duan family is destroyed, how can Miao Ling escape? Now that the enemy army is approaching, and you are the eldest son of the Duan family, where do you want to put the lives of the soldiers and people of the border city? Do you want them to be killed by the enemy? Will the Zhongyu Kingdom, which has been guarded by our Duan family for generations, be invaded by enemy countries? ”

"But Miao Ling" Duan Ziqian's sword frowned slightly, his eyes were tangled, and he swallowed the words when he came to his mouth.

Duan Zhenghong patted Duan Ziqian's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Ziqian, people always have to grow up!" Dad knows that you love your sister, but occasionally you have to learn to let go. This is her path, and none of us can choose or bear it for her! And we have our responsibility."

As he spoke, Duan Zhenghong coughed violently.

"Dad, you" As soon as Duan Ziqian spoke, Duan Zhenghong turned around and waved his hand at him, took the horse and walked towards the barracks, with heavy steps.

Duan Ziqian, who was still standing in place, looked at the direction of the imperial city, and sighed silently in his heart: Sister, my brother believes in you, and I will definitely wait for my brother to come back!

Zhongyu Kingdom, the imperial city of Jinhu.

Surrounded by pink walls, green willows hang around, weeping gatehouses, hand-copying verandahs; Yonglu is linked, pavilions and pavilions, beautiful trees are verdant, Qi flowers are burning, mountains and stones are embellished, ponds and water bridges, flying buildings are inserted into the air, carved and embroidered sills, windows and doors are clean, the layout of the whole courtyard is simple, exquisitely clear, the scenery is pleasant, but also does not lose the grace and luxury, and does not depreciate the family status, this is the world-famous Zhongyu first prosperous family - Duanfu.

The Duan family is one of the top of all the big clans.

Duan Zhenglin, the grandfather of the Duan family, pursues the principle of the winner as the mainstay, and the loser as a slave. Treat women and children equally! The master is in control of everything, as long as he does not violate the family rules, he can do as he pleases; Slaves, obey everything, property and life do not belong to themselves.

Duan Mansion is a palatial mansion, but it is indeed an indifferent and ruthless battlefield, regardless of the master and servant.

Every year, the banquet held by the grandmother of the Duan family on July 7 is a competition for piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs, and winning or losing is just money and face.

And the full month of martial arts and conspiracy calculations in September made people afraid that they would not dare to relax in the slightest, as if they had a sharp sword hanging from their necks, and they could lose their lives at any time.

The main courtyard is where the grandmother of the Duan family lives, and the chrysanthemums of the seven colors of the flower garden are in full bloom.

Grandma Duan's right hand was holding a cane carved from Nanmu, and her left hand was holding a wooden scoop to water the flowers and plants, and suddenly she had a pause in her hand, as if she had thought of something, and asked Mama Hong, who was replacing the tea at the stone table not far behind her: "Mama Hong, is that filthy thing dead?" ”

"Back to the old lady, the slave maid will go to the old ancestral hall tonight to have a look." Mama Hong poured a cup of warm water and handed it to the Duan family's grandmother, and replied with a smile.

Grandma Duan took two sips, and said without being salty or light: "It will be my birthday in seven days, and there can't be anything unlucky in the Duan Mansion." That filthy thing is also guilty of living, so you can help her! It's good that she can get rid of it sooner...... If I die, I will put it in the old ancestral hall first, and wait until my birthday is over. ”

"Yes! Old lady, the slave must do a good job. Mama Hong took the teacup, and as soon as the consul said a lot.

The night is deeper, and everything is silent.

The moon was obscured by the gushing black clouds, and only a faint dark halo shone from behind the thick clouds.

The cold wind blew, and the grass and trees swayed, making a loud and slow rustling sound.

The old road is narrow and barren, crooked, full of insects and rats, the white fog is thick, the gloomy air is thick, and the crows passing by flutter their wings and stop on the branches and call, looking at it is strangely cold!

Mama Red happily carried a lantern onto the path.

At the end of the road is a dilapidated yard that has been sealed for many years. Mama Hong skillfully opened the door that had been half blackened, and then quietly closed it, and walked briskly towards the main house of the old ancestral hall.

The dust in the main hall is three feet thick, the house is full of wire mesh, the tablets are crooked and messy, the surroundings are dark and damp, and the air is smoky.

Occasionally, the cold moonlight swept by.

In the northeast corner, there is a girl who is pickled, yellow and thin, and sick, this girl is called Duan Miaoling, the third lady of the Duan family, just past the year of the golden hairpin.

Duan Miaoling's mother died of childbirth due to childbirth, and her father Duan Zhenghong has been stationed in the frontier for many years, but fortunately, she was accompanied by her brother when she was young, and Duan Miaoling lived well in Duan's mansion.

It's just that last year, his brother Duan Ziqian had reached the age of joining the army, and the Duan family was a generational general, even if Duan Ziqian was unwilling, he couldn't disobey the holy decree and harm the family, so he could only go south with his father's army to fight and kill the enemy.

It has been a year since her brother was not around, and Duan Miaoling was sad every day in Duan's mansion.

Half a month ago, Duan Miaoling's newborn calf participated in the September competition of Duan Mansion for the first time, and he was not skilled in martial arts and soft-hearted, and finally got an injury and was thrown into the old ancestral hall.

She could hear the sound faintly, and her eyelids trembled for a long time, and then she struggled to open her eyes, and struggled to get up from the ground, her back against the wall, her dark eyes staring warily at the door with tired but keen eyes.

At that moment, the door slammed open with a bang.

Mama Hong held up the lantern and shone around the room, and finally stayed in front of Duan Miaoling, Mama Hong suddenly smiled, looked down at Miaoling and said, "Third Miss, the old slave also watched you grow up!" Seeing you living so hard, the old slave really can't bear to stand by and watch! This day, the lord doesn't have long eyes!

The old slave is just a subordinate, and there is not much he can do! To tell the truth, in the heart of the old slave, a well-behaved and cute and kind-hearted girl like Miss San is afraid of melting in her mouth, and she is afraid of falling in the palm of her hand! Ah! O ancestors of this family. ”

Mama Hong didn't just say it, poof, she knelt on the ground.

The action is particularly exaggerated, and the expression is extremely religious.