The remnants of the sun were like blood, and after fighting for most of the day, the Mongol army finally could not resist the reinforcements who were not afraid of death and were brave and good at fighting.

Guo Jing never thought that he would be able to hold Xiangyang City, the huge disparity between the enemy and me made it an extremely difficult task to hold on, and the determination on his face was not to inspire the morale of the army, he was already ready to die for the country.

The hope of victory was so slim that when the wife Huang Rong next to him hugged him crying and laughing, he was still in a dream for a while and couldn't react.

"Held?" He stammered and asked, his eyes widened not like a general who stuck to the lonely city, but he had a bit of the silly atmosphere of the fledgling time, seeing that Huang Rong's heart was soft, and he said softly with tears: "Hold on!" ”

The Mongolian army, which has besieged Xiangyang City for so many years, just retreated?

Guo Jing crawled to the edge of the city wall and looked down, just in time to see the general who brought reinforcements draw the long knife inserted into the corpse, and the blood dripped to the ground, staining the corners of his azure robe.

As if sensing Guo Jing's eyes, the man seemed to be smiling and smiling, and the tails of his eyes seemed to be stained with some blood, with a very bright scarlet, and his eyes were cold and indifferent, and he swept over him.

Guo Jing remembered that he should open the city gate and let the reinforcements in, but he saw a tall man wearing a hat saying something beside the general, and the general raised his hand and waved, and the reinforcements were neatly lined up in several teams, and thousands of horses left in the dust.

"Husband" Guo Jing suddenly came back to his senses, and when he saw Huang Rong beside him, he said with a haggard expression, "The siege of Xiangyang has been lifted, you and I will take Fu'er and them, and we will go into hiding!" ”

Ten years in Xiangyang, the wife around him accompanied him through thick and thin, gave birth to children for him, when he was young, his flower-like face was gradually haggard by the wind and frost, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of exhaustion, but he never refuted his opinion, and has always stood gently and firmly beside "Brother Jing", to be his strongest support, now

Guo Jing was in a trance, listening to someone outside the city shouting, "Kublai Khan is dead!" A smile slowly appeared.

"Okay."

He heard himself say that.

Since then, he has returned to the field to unload his armor, and he has a light rice and coarse tea, and he no longer asks the world.

The sound of thousands of horses galloping in the distance gradually subsided, the horses and soldiers turned into dust and annihilated to the ground, only the two people left were still riding forward, Kyogohiko rode extremely fast, only the whirring wind blew in his ears, and the wind in the early spring weather was still a little chilly to the bone, and the bursts of rain hit the face, re-freezing the boiling blood on the battlefield.

Di Lumudo followed closely behind Kyogohiko, Kyogohiko's feelings had gradually calmed down now, and he naturally couldn't feel what Kyogokuhiko's mood was now, when it was sad, but he read a little relief, when it was happy, he clearly saw a little bit of loneliness, such a complex and elusive mood, for the Celtic warriors who have always been straight and unkind, it can be described as an unsolvable problem.

Fortunately, Kyogohiko didn't need him to be careful to persuade him, as the emperor Kyogohiko's self-regulation ability has always been a perfect score, and he soon regained his usual calmness.

The road was chosen by himself, and he never gave himself room to regret it.

As soon as he pulled the reins and slowed down, he turned his head and saw a little worried expression on Dilumudo's face, he didn't wear a hat that could cover his face where no one was, his cheeks were still flushed with the blush that had not faded after strenuous exercise, the sweat on his forehead had been dried by the wind, and his golden eyes were full of worry and glowing with amber.

Although it looked really stupid, this kind of sincere worry Kyogoku Hiko was extremely useful, and he slowly stopped and waited for Dilumudo to go hand in hand with him, pulling the placket of the other party's clothes and kissing him to prove that he was in a good mood now.

After the mana circulation in his body was restored to balance, a huge amount of mana was stored at an unimaginable speed, and it seemed that he was also frightened by the depletion of mana this time, and several semi-closed mana nodes were automatically formed in his body to store the excess mana absorbed daily in case of emergency.

Dilumudo struggled to get out of the kiss, holding the reins tightly and not planting them, even though he knew that they would not be seen on the sparsely populated mountain trail now, he still couldn't help but look left and right, looking weak.

"Don't you ask me what I said to Huang Rong?" Kyogokuhiko licked the corners of his lips and asked.

"What did you say?" Dilumudo blinked, and subconsciously followed his words and asked.

"The bird is hidden." Jing Jiyan said with a smile, it is indeed a good thing that Guo Jing has defended Xiangyang, but it is a pity that a military general, a military general from the rivers and lakes, is destined to not be able to play those old foxes in the court.

Smart people know that when they retreat, they will retreat, and Guo Jing has never wanted any high-ranking officials. The salvation is all saved, and Kyogokuhiko doesn't mind pushing it again.

Dilumudo paused and asked, "Where are we going next?" This country was completely unfamiliar to him, not to mention the war-torn situation, which made him even more careful.

Jing Jiyan squinted at the sky and thought for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "Go to Jiangnan." ”

In the south of the Yangtze River, fireworks in March grass warbler flying, the good news of Xiangyang City has long wings and seems to spread all over the world, adding a bit of joy and vitality to this dynasty that has reached the twilight, after this battle, Kublai Khan died, and several of his sons seized the throne, and Mongolia could not afford to gather such a large southward climate for more than ten years.

The painting boat on the Qinhuai River is newly decorated, and the bustard mother greets the guests who have not come to the door for a long time with a smile, which is a new face that is not very familiar.

Strictly speaking, it is not convenient for Dilumudo to appear in such a place, and the exotic faces always attract all kinds of eyes - most of them are not good-willed, and the love mole has lost its power in this aesthetically different time and space, not to mention that in order to keep out the prying eyes, Dilumudo wears a green gauze hat that can cover his chest most of the time when he is away.

Green gauze hat, dark short fight, carrying a short weapon wrapped in cloth on his back, such a dress makes him look like a sneaky person in the rivers and lakes, the bustard mother looked at him suspiciously from head to toe, and did not speak for a long time, Jing Jiyan walked a few steps and found that Di Lumuduo did not follow, and when he turned around, he saw that he was blocked by the bustard mother who was short and just reached his chest, even if he couldn't see his current expression, he could imagine that it must be a pitiful appearance with some embarrassment.

"I brought him." An embroidered purse opened by Tilian was thrown into the hands of the bustard mother, and the veteran bustard mother touched the material, weighed the weight, and smiled and let go, "Guest officer, please come inside." ”

The two-story painting boat with carved beams and paintings is already singing and dancing at this time, the dancing girls on the stage are dancing the newly rehearsed dance music, the waiters and maids in the audience are smiling and snuggling into the arms of the guests, and the nephrite jade is warm and fragrant to enjoy.

It's hard for you to imagine, but half a month ago, this place was still suffering from the fear and anxiety of the imminent war, the depression withered, and the panic could not be spent all day.

Di Lu Muduo seems to be a little unsuitable for such an environment, Jing Jiyan does not force him, only smiles and sends out to the house to leave the servant girl to serve, a small box is elegant and clean, between the ground floor and the second floor, the outer layer is surrounded by a bamboo fence, as soon as you stretch out your head, you can see the moving posture of the dancing girl below, if you don't want to see it, there is also a gauze curtain to cover.

"Why, haven't seen anything like this?" Kyogokuhiko took off the hat on top of Dilumudo's head and set it aside, ruffling his hair that had grown a little longer these days, and his tone was a little funny.

Di Lumuduo can be regarded as the most jerky character he has ever seen about men and women, and he is not a chick in mythology, but for some reason, he is not even as good as a chick, and he has a bad idea of teasing.

"Women are not allowed to attend Celtic feasts." Di Lumuduo sighed and withdrew his gaze from the audience, should he thank the guests in the audience for still having a little bit of shame, just saying Meng Lang, didn't he do something unsightly on the spot.

"Oh?" Kyogokuhiko raised his eyebrows, he had only finished reading the Celtic myths and legends, but he didn't know that the Celts still had such customs.

Dilumudo sighed again, and with Kyogokuhiko's strange eyes as if he was looking at some kind of saint, he didn't know whether to continue to explain to him that although there were no maids at the banquet, there would be young men who were about to enter the adult stage.

In fact, the Celts have always regarded feasting as a sign of true adulthood for young people.

The boy toasts and dedicates himself to the hero he admires, and transforms from an immature teenager into a mature man.

As the chief of the Fiona Knights, Dilumudo once handed him countless wine glasses, but unfortunately those young men with admiration in their eyes were all politely rejected by the knights.

Therefore, he was once ridiculed by his comrades-in-arms for being shy and shy.

Dilumudo's memories and small entanglements were soon interrupted by the cheers from below, and at some point stood on the stage, a woman wearing a veil and a slender figure stood on the small drum that was square inches away and danced.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, his skills have been perfected.

Kyogokuhiko's fingers tapped on the table and paused, a slight smile on his face.

It's okay to run to the painting boat on the Qinhuai River, he is not full and has nothing to do, he came here to find someone.

It is clearly recorded in the history books that the general who led the troops to the south again more than ten years later led the troops to defend the country, and coerced the Son of Heaven to make the princes tilt the power of the government and the opposition until the end, and when he was most depressed, he even had to rely on playing the piano in the painting boat to support his family.

As the night deepened, the boy hurried away after playing a few songs, his body thin and thin, and walked through the alley with his piano in his arms, and turned into the low house in the deepest part of the alley.

A lamp like a bean, the young man turned on the lamp tiredly, opened and read a small half of the book, if his mother was still alive, I was afraid that he would have to scold him for practicing a new score rather than doing this useless work, then the only wealth left to him by Qin Huai's mother in the past was probably an amazing piano skill. Born in a lowly family, he can't be promoted to the scientific examination, no matter how much he reads poetry and books, he doesn't have the opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop, but he just doesn't accept his fate, he can hear a lot of news that ordinary people can't hear, the world will be chaotic one day, and the dynasty that rots from the root is not saved by one or two victories.

Heroes are born in troubled times, who will care about his background when the time comes, whether he serves the emperor or follows the chaotic party, it is better than spending his life in this fireworks willow lane.

No, he can also make a name in history.

After turning dozens of pages of the book, the boy finally fell asleep exhausted, and when he woke up again, he was wearing an azure crane, two ingots of gold pressed a military book, and the cloud pattern was on the pen to walk the dragon and snake, but the words "hidden dragon in the abyss" were four words.

Thousands of years later, there is a record in the history books: the emperor tasted the words: "When I was young, I dreamed of meeting immortals, and saw that my clothes were very thin, so I took off my robe and put it on, and saw that my family was surrounded by four walls, and gave me two gold." Asked the immortals, said: 'The hidden dragon is in the abyss', and then gave me a volume of soldiers. I feel great! ”

Kyogokuhiko was lying on a big ship bound for Japan, and he slept dizzily with a hangover, hiding his merits and fame.

He didn't know that in the following thousands of years, the piece that he had given to the crane would change hands several times on a whim, adding countless legends that seemed to be true and false, and finally a piece of robe corner was bought back by the dirty inkstone of the square tree at a sky-high price, as a contract for the summoning of the heroic spirit.