Lingzhou is more than 1,000 miles away from Chang'an, and Feng Ling has been walking for more than ten days on the road to Lingzhou with the holy car. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 InfoWhen she set off from Cuiwei Palace, she had not yet recovered from typhoid fever, so Li Shimin did not allow her to ride a horse, but only ordered her to sit in the car, so she could only stay in the car all day, staring through the panes on the wall of the car at the colorful trees outside.

It's late autumn in October, and the farther north you go, the colder the wind gets, and the yellow of the leaves becomes more intense. There was a rain on the way, and almost overnight, most of the orange-orange-green trees were bald.

This kind of autumn scenery is really not good, but the wind spirit never allows anyone to close the pane in the car, not to see the mediocre and boring autumn colors outside, but to rush into the long queue of people from time to time in a day.

Whenever an urgent report arrived, the procession would stop for a while, waiting for the sage's approval, so that the wind spirit could rely on the excuse of serving Mo to get into the tall and spacious carriage where the holy car was, so that he could immediately know what the emergency report was saying.

She was originally a special existence out of the court fighting method, her back was clean and clean, and her heart was frank and open, Li Shimin never deliberately avoided her, and when she watched the recital, whether it was deep thought, joy and pride, or thunder, the wind spirit was in her eyes.

Only half of the urgent reports were of concern to the wind spirits, and it was a battle report from Mobei Eile.

When the first war report arrived in front of Li Shimin's car, Feng Ling just jumped off his car in a hurry, and ran all the way to Li Shimin before he had time to put on his robe...... The commander of the Xuanjia army led five hundred elites and rushed straight to the Aboda formation, and Xue Wanche was in charge of it. ”

Feng Ling's heart jumped, and he quietly ground the cart grinding cinnabar. The sergeant who reported the report handed over the battle report to Ah Sheng and left, Feng Ling added a small spoonful of water to the Duan inkstone, turned his wrist to grind cinnabar as usual, and pretended to be casual as much as possible: "Xue Yantuo is just a nomad from Mobei, I am afraid that there are more cattle and sheep than people, how can the Tang Dynasty soldiers sweep?" ”

Li Shimin unfolded the report and replied casually: "You underestimated them, this time, Apoda gathered 100,000 troops, and all of them were good at riding and shooting......"

Gather 100,000 troops! The top of Feng Ling's head was like a thunderbolt, the strength on his wrist was unstable, the cinnabar terminal slipped in his hand, and a few small vermilion ink stars splashed out of the inkstone and landed on the desk, but fortunately, Li Shimin didn't care.

She couldn't help but ask herself in her heart: Did you just say that General Fu Yanyan led 500 cavalry and rushed into the 100,000-strong army head-on?

She endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back, and asked Li Shimin: "That captain...... I mean, Captain Yandu, really have to use 500 cavalry to meet 100,000 Mobei cavalry? ”

Li Shimin's eyes were still on the report, as if he didn't care very much: "At the moment when the enemy is in formation, there must always be a forward to tear a hole in the enemy formation, so as to find out what the enemy's strength is and what the position is." In the past, the Xuanjia Battalion and the Xiao Cavalry Battalion were used as strange soldiers to charge into battle, like the left and right arms, smashing straight on both sides, but now the Xiao Cavalry Battalion is no longer there, and the Xuanjia Battalion will be in charge alone. ”

Feng Ling's rotating wrist gradually stopped, staring at the cinnabar red as blood in the inkstone.

Li Shimin put away the report solemnly, saying that the morale of the Tang army was invigorated, especially the delay in returning to the Xuanjia battalion, which made the Xuanjia soldiers excited, and they all wanted to follow the captain in the blood, sea and bone mountains to earn a good way out. The Sacred Heart was so happy that he was willing to say a few more words.

He blinked his eyes and saw Feng Ling's stunned description, and suddenly nodded and said, "Yes, Ayan once saved your caravan, and according to your temperament, you have to take more responsibility for your life-saving benefactor." ”

Feng Ling knew that she was out of shape, and she didn't know what excuse to explain, but Li Shimin automatically made up a statement for her, and she hurriedly nodded her head: "Exactly, this errand of the Xuanjia Battalion sounds very dangerous and makes people worried." ”

Li Shimin twisted his beard and laughed, laughed for a while, and calmed his breath: "The errand of the Xuanjia Battalion is not false, but it is not worthy of everyone. Have you ever heard the words 'seeking wealth and danger'? The more dangerous it is, the more indispensable it is to make a contribution. ”

Feng Ling half-opened his mouth and looked at Li Shimin blankly. He licked the pen twice in the inkstone, sketched it on the newspaper casually, and explained casually: "Ayan was originally the eldest son of the Duke Hu of Laiguo, and he was so humble that he didn't even have a surname. I still remember that when he first joined the Xuanjia Army, he was about fifteen years old, but he was just a small soldier. In Yinshan, thirty pawns were sent out to explore the Turkic camp, and all of them died, but he was the only one left, risking his life to pick up the wolf's head banner of the Eastern Turks, almost killing the Turkic general's sword, but in the end he killed the general, and returned with blood and flags, and achieved fame in the first battle. In the days when he licked blood on the knife edge and picked up his life in the corpse, he walked step by step for more than ten years, and he became a serious five-grade general from the son of a slave. ”

Li Shimin's tone was full of approval, and the wind spirit sounded undoubtedly stormy.

She really didn't think about these seriously, although she knew that he was brave and good at fighting, but she always felt that most of his current achievements were due to Mrs. Yinghua. He was personally taught by Mrs. Yinghua, except for the art of cavalry and archery, his heart is lonely, and he does not fall into the vicious ditch of power and profit, and the saint remembers Mrs. Yinghua like this, so he takes a look at him.

He never mentioned those bloody pasts, and even if she occasionally asked, he only talked about them lightly. Such a vicious battle, how much should he have endured in more than ten years. Feng Ling sighed in her heart, but inexplicably recalled the sentence he had whispered in her ear in the dark night: "Only the time Guazhou saved you, it was the most proud battle in my life." ”

In this way, her chest was full, and she felt sour and hot for a while, as if something was about to pour out of her eyes.

Li Shimin glanced at Feng Ling, saw that her eyes were distracted, and her face was panicked, thinking that although she often encountered bandits and wolves on the way to business, she must have never seen any battles, so she was afraid that she was frightened, so she was relieved: "You don't have to bear this heart for your father-in-law, if he doesn't have this idea, how can he be the commander of the Xuanjia Army?" This battle, for the Xuanjia Battalion, is very ordinary. ”

Feng Ling turned his face and smiled at Li Shimin reluctantly: "Your Majesty forgave Feng Ling's sin, and he dared to doubt that my most courageous soldier in the Tang Dynasty really deserved to be punished." ”

Her coquettish attitude can always attract Li Shimin's laughter just right, unlike his children and grandchildren, who always tremble when they see him, respectful and alienated, and less close.

"I usually see that you are very clever, and I don't want to be a stupid child......" he smiled and sighed, waved his hand to order the team to restart, leaning against the wall of the car and closing his eyes to recuperate.

The wind spirit saluted, whispered goodbye, and jumped out of the car to get back into his car. Because she refused to close the window, Xingye got a hand stove from nowhere and stuffed it for her: "I just grew some spirits, and I came to practice again, and I refused to close the window in front of the wind, so I hugged the hand stove to warm up." ”

Feng Ling smiled, took the hand stove and hugged it into his arms, and Xingye glanced at her with satisfaction. The Wind Spirit still sat against the wall of the car, staring at the window, waiting for the next galloping battle report.