Spark (2)

After four or five days, Tang Guogong's table returned to Fuzhong from Zhuo County intact. When Mu Qing learned of this, Li Shimin was angrily smashing the top watch with the imperial approval of the Zhu pen in the meeting hall of her house, Du Ruhui sat in front of the desk and frowned at him, and the Lang Jun of the eldest grandson's family was sitting together. Mu Qing saw this situation from afar, thinking that this Li Erlang had a violent temperament, although there were not many slaves in the house, but he couldn't be so casual during the day.

Just as Ah Yue brought the tea tray to serve tea, she intercepted Ah Yue, removed the tea from the plate, replaced it with a pot of white chrysanthemum tea, personally brought it into the hall, turned around and moved to the door. When Li Shimin saw her come in, he reluctantly suppressed a little anger, sat back at the desk, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp. When the eldest grandson Wuji saw her for the first time, he hurriedly got up and took the cup with both hands, and bowed with the situation, and he was frozen for a while and didn't know what to call it. "She is Qi Niang." Li Shimin praised casually. Looking at the same age, Mu Qingluo was considered a courtesy.

After serving tea, she leaned over and picked up the upper table on the ground, and glanced at the vermilion royal approval, roughly refuting the words of the Tang Guogong to recommend the request, she knew in her heart, but hesitated as a woman in the house, should she ask about these things. couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he glanced at Du Ruhui and withdrew from the hall.

In the evening, the people dispersed, and Li Shimin still looked angry, and there was no result after trying to discuss. By the time of dinner, Du Ruhui was not interested and said little, Yinghua saw that he was preoccupied, and he also felt depressed, so he only stuffed a few mouthfuls and ran back to his house. Mu Qing leaned beside him and said softly with relief: "Heaven is suspicious, how can you lightly hand over the power of the army to others, this time it will not work, and then find another opportunity." ”

Du Ruhui put his arm around her shoulders and sighed leisurely: "I was sure of a qiē, but I missed this fire." It's easy to emerge a Zhishilang, and he wants to borrow this fire, but the saint doesn't think so, just thinks that he is an ordinary grass coward, does not rebel to pacify, and concentrates all his forces on the battle of Goguryeo in Liaodong. ”

"He didn't want to allocate troops, but he just felt that it was not enough to be a straw outcast." Mu Qing tilted his head and thought for a while, and then said, "Also, I wouldn't have dispersed my troops before the big war." Who's going to kill a little spark with a tank full of water? But if the spark burns the hay and makes a fire......"

"Mu Qing." He suddenly perked up, holding her arms and shaking violently, "Exactly. Since the heavens felt that Mars was not a problem, I came to set a fire for him and set it up. Knowing that Shilang is not a climate, I will not suppress him but help him, and when the wildfires are around, it will be when Tang Guogong regains military power. Mu Qing paused to look at his happy eyebrows, and through his eyes, it seemed that he could see the igniting sparks. After being silent for a long time, she suddenly bent her eyebrows and smiled, broke away from his hands, reflexively sat down beside the bookcase, pressed the paper, dipped the pen in ink, and sprinkled it for thousands of miles.

Don't go to Liaodong and go all the way to grow. The old relatives leaned on Lu Wang, and the young women guarded the empty house. If there is land, you can't plow, and if you have something, you will be in charge. I don't know when I will return, and I will remember my hometown on the sun.

Don't go to Liaodong, it's never difficult. The long river crosses without a boat, and the mountains connect with the clouds. The frost clothes are bitter and thin, and the snow bones are ready to be torn off. The sunset is cold and the mountains are endless, and the rain destroys the heart and liver.

Mo went to Liaodong, and the soldiers were like tigers and jackals. The sword shattered me, and the blade pierced my cheek. Life only needs to be short, who is sad. The successful general will be rewarded, and I am the only one who dies Artemisia Lai!

Du Ruhui took the paper, lowered his head and read it softly twice, looking up at her burningly, "But you want to sing it in the army?" "Not only in the army, but also in the places where military service is heavy, and on the side of the post road to the front, it must be spread all over." Mu Qingdao. He read it carefully twice, and the smile on his face grew, "How much knowledge is the soldier, and the village was born vulgarly, this song must be more straightforward before it can be sung." As he spoke, he also picked up his pen and wrote: The former governor of Changbai Mountain, wearing a pure red Luo Mian crotch. The long lance invades the sky and a half, and the wheel knife shines in the sun. Go up the mountain to eat roe deer, and go down the mountain to eat cattle and sheep. Suddenly, when he heard the arrival of the official army, he raised his knife and swung forward. For example, if Liaodong died, he was injured by beheading.

Couldn't wait for the next day, that night Du Ruhui copied the song made by the two, tied it in the flying slave's foot ring, and put it in the Tang State Mansion. After he calmed down a little and turned around to look at Mu Qing again, she sat quietly under the lamp, her expression was strange, happy, relieved, excited, nervous, sad, but she didn't know which emotion should be on her face, and finally lowered her head and watched her fingertips tap lightly on the desk. Du Ruyan sat in front of her, held her fingers, and said slowly: "If this matter can be decided, I will go to Donglai County to meet Na Zhishilang in person." Scattered songs and ballads look at the shape shì, and it is impossible to say that it will take months to get back. "Just go, don't get in my way, I can take care of myself." She didn't raise her head, lowered her head and said this in a muffled voice, and felt that she was too cold, and looked up at him and smiled shallowly, which made him confused, like the pink and white delicate pear blossoms of a tree in the backyard, and the petals that could not be grasped.

Finally, it was decided to set off on the ninth day of the first month. The day before leaving, Mu Qing took Ah Liu to be busy all day, from daily clothes, shoes and socks, as well as pills and gold ointment, and even the silver grate of the grate, all kinds of objects were prepared. This time, only Ada accompanied her, she thought for a long time, she should have had a lot of words to tell Ada, and then thought about it, although he was stable and reliable, he was meticulous and cautious, far less than Du Ruhui. That lot of care has only become a sentence, "Take care of your family."

Du Ruhui sat in front of the desk in the study, smiling and watching her hurry in front of her, the silk silk silk was picked up by the wind, dancing behind her, and the two strings of small gold beads on the golden hairpin of the treasure flower he gave him collided with each other and rang with bells. If it weren't for the danger and unpredictability, he would have taken her with him, and often heard her giggles, and the coquettishness when he was ashamed, and a little bit of softness and purity in the midst of the conspiracy and murder.

During the day, when he was in front of him, Mu Qing was always smiling, and he had a bright look and bright teeth. In the evening, when she returned to her room, she could no longer hide the melancholy on her face, and sat on the side of the bed, her mind chaotic. In her peaceful home, she couldn't see what kind of wailing was everywhere in Zhuo County, and she couldn't imagine how many wooden carts loaded with corpses were pulled out of the city every day to bury the dead laborers. She couldn't even outline what kind of fierce rebels Du Ruhui was facing, and how she would toss and turn between the angry and desperate soldiers, using their grievances as a guide to instigate their greater and fiercer anger. Even if she could imagine that little bit of the picture, it could teach her a little calm, but the large blank space in her mind at the moment made her heart fall to a bottomless abyss.

"Ah Lang will leave early tomorrow morning, so let's go and accompany him for a while." Aliu sighed and sat down with her feet, nudging her with her arm.

Mu Qing slowly turned his head, his eyes were scattered, although he looked at Ah Liu, he seemed to look behind him through her face. Ah Liu's heart was astringent, and he couldn't bear to look at her directly. As if she had been struck suddenly, she stood up from her feet, walked straight out of the house, and went straight to his study. Du Ruhui was still asleep, she was sitting in front of the desk, and when she saw her enter the door, her expression was not at all as indifferent as during the day, and she didn't know why, as soon as she stood up straight, she threw herself on his chest, and grabbed his robe with both hands. "What is this for?" He stretched out his arms around her, bowed his head and asked softly. She didn't speak, just tilted her head to press her face against his neck, feeling the warmth of his neck from the blood surging in his veins. Her actions made the touch on his neck even hotter, and her arms couldn't help but increase their strength, holding her tightly, leaning over and kissing her deeply, until she couldn't breathe, squeezed her fist and pounded on his chest, pushing herself outward.

When she adjusted her breathing, she began to regret her impulses again. "I'm going to leave early tomorrow morning, so let's rest early." hurriedly instructed, bowed his head and walked out of the study. Du Ruhui chased her out, grabbed her under the eaves outside the house, hugged her back into his arms, and hugged her tightly for a while before leaning over and whispering in her ear: "Don't worry, I won't put myself in danger, and I will come back in good condition for you." You can wait at home with peace of mind, do whatever you like, just don't work hard, and be good at raising yourself. When I go home, I want to see you like a flower, and I don't want to see a sick and haggard appearance. Mu Qing nodded in his arms, he sighed with satisfaction, and said: "He Sui is a trustee, he has a son called He Suizhao, and I was a friend of life, he recruited dead soldiers for the Tang State Mansion, rarely showed up, this time he also wants to go with him, if there is news, I will ask him to pass it on." Just remember, Erlang is fine, but don't teach the second person in the Tang State Mansion to know about my relationship with He Suizhao. When everything was done, he carefully stroked her face with a few rays of light from the room, and gently swept his thumb over her lips, which were still a little red and swollen, and said in a low and warm voice, "Go to sleep." ”

This night, Mu Qing tossed and turned on the couch without sleep, and just after the fourth watch, he got up and put on his dress neatly, and went to the back kitchen alone to cook. Everyone in the house knew that Ah Lang was going out early this morning, so the cook didn't dare to slack off, so she got up earlier than Mu Qing and waited carefully for the stove. Mu Qing sent the cook, rolled up his sleeves, and kneaded the dough to make soup cakes with his own hands. The fire in the fire pit under the stove was vibrant, adding warmth to the cold spring morning, temporarily creating an illusion of tranquility in Mu Qing's heart, which strangely made her think about some daily sparse things. She is not good at making pasta, and rarely makes soup cakes, and she is obscure as she loves, and at this time she kneades her noodles while annoying that she can't put more effort into it on weekdays.

Nearly five watches, the sky has been clear, Ada has prepared the horses, fixed the pipe, Yinghua also entered the kitchen helper. Mu Qing took out a bowl and asked Yinghua to take it to the second gate and send it to Ada. Ada saw that it was a soup cake made by her mother, and she wanted Yinghua to bring it solemnly, knowing what she had entrusted her, she was relieved.

Not long after, the drumsticks sounded at the fifth watch, and Du Ruhui ate the soup cakes brought by Mu Qing, and listened to her Yin Yin's instructions. Du Qi came to report that Erlang from the Tang State Mansion came to see him off. Du Ruhui got up and straightened his robe, took Mu Qing's hand and said, "Let's go." She followed him to the second gate, Li Shimin was talking to Yinghua, and when he saw him come out, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed down, Du Ruhui pushed him in his mouth, "How can Erlang teach him like this." While stretching out his hand to help him up, he didn't know that Li Shimin didn't move at all, and insisted on finishing this ceremony.

"Erlang really wants to thank him, so he took care of the family for me and protected Qi Niang safely." When he straightened up, Du Ruhui solemnly trusted. Li Shimin looked at Mu Qing behind him, and arched his hand: "Brother Du, don't worry, I will keep her safe for a day." The drum tower came from the sound of five watches, Du Ruhui turned over on the horse, sat down and looked back, her silhouette was plated with a layer of orange halo by the rising sun, and she was facing him with a bright smile, so he took a deep look, relaxed the reins, and clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and the sound of the horse's hooves sounded. Ada also stepped on his horse and followed. It wasn't until the two rode out of the gate of Sishunfang that she turned back to the house in despair, and she didn't even hear Li Shimin's farewell to her, so she returned to the main house in a trance, reclining on the couch under the porch, and was stunned by a pool of sparkling spring water.

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