"But the lieutenant has concerns?" As she spoke, she flipped a small piece of meat from the leg of lamb, put it in her mouth with the edge of the knife, and chewed it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Since the Dunhuang City, there are dry cakes with cold water all the way, that is, there is a mouthful of hot soup cakes, or the water is light. Not to mention the sin in the stomach, all of them are tall and strong sons, who are in a hurry every day, and they don't see meat for most of the month, how can their bodies bear it? The lieutenant should always think about it for them. ”

Seeing that she had eaten it first, the vigilance in Fu Yanyan's eyes relaxed, and then looked at the looks of the soldiers in Wangfu, he nodded slightly, waved his hand, and said, "Gu Niangzi is at her own convenience." ”

After receiving his order, the soldiers of the government all rejoiced, and they had already taken a few steps forward to surround the wind spirit, and hugged her towards the sheep that was roasted with golden and fragrant fragrance.

Everyone cut the meat and dismantled the mutton bones with their hands and feet, shouting and laughing. In a matter of moments, a whole fat sheep was gone, leaving only an empty scorching stand.

Feng Ling still had half a leg of mutton in his hand, and when she saw that Fu Yan was sitting still, she sent it over by herself with a shy smile, and regardless of whether he was happy or not, she chose a flat place beside him and sat down, took a dagger and cut off a piece of mutton on the leg of mutton and handed it over: "Du Wei, eat it while it is hot, it is cold and smells strong." ”

Fu Yanyan raised his hand and shook half of the dry cake in his hand, "No need, give it to them." ”

Feng Ling did not move, sat silently beside him for a while, and did not get him a word, it was very boring, so he got up and went to the army pile.

The soldiers ate the mutton, and they were grateful and inevitably surprised by her difference, Ding Si'er raised her head and called her to sit and talk by the campfire, and she sat with them generously, talking and laughing, so lively.

Someone laughed and praised: "The little lady is capable, this age seems to be only seventeen or eighteen, not only can business, can follow the march, but also hunting, and can eat well." ”

"Haven't you ever decided to be a family? I don't know what kind of son will be worthy in the future, I'm afraid that only those like our captains will ......," someone quipped.

"There is no door on the mouth, and there is no weight on the tongue." Ding Si'er hurriedly interrupted Fang Cai's words, "How can anyone say such stubborn things to his daughter's family, dare to let the mutton fat blind his heart." ”

Everyone laughed, and the man grinned wryly, touched his head, and did not dare to say any more.

Ding Si'er was afraid that she would be embarrassed, so she deliberately changed the topic: "Gu Niangzi is very interesting, she doesn't bring a felt tent when she goes out, but she carries things like fennel and salt grains." ”

While speaking, he swept his gaze to the few bags on the back of Feng Ling's Dawan horse, and suddenly saw something hanging behind the bag, and he was excited, and pointed to it: "I also carry a pipa with me, why don't you play a song, I don't know if Gu Niangzi wishes?" ”

Feng Ling got up happily to get it, "I have nothing to do and fiddle with it a few times, but it doesn't play in a tune, so everyone is not suspicious." ”

The night is as cool as water, shrouded in black curtains, the oasis in the desert Gobi is like a world, there is no strange wind whistling badly, there is no sand and dust blown by the wind, the air is filled with sweet and moist water vapor, although the string sound of "Zheng Zheng" is not exquisite, but it is enough to make this night more gorgeous.

Feng Ling played two or three popular tunes in the ordinary market, plucked her hand, and suddenly remembered a piece of music taught by her mother in the past.

She smoothed the strings of her fingertips, paused for a breath or two, and reopened the key, which was far and solemn at all unlike those minor keys. After playing it again, I was not very happy, so I played it again, and this time it was even more convenient, so I simply let go of my voice and sang out.

"Chirp and chirp, Mulan is a household weaver. I didn't hear the sound of the machine, but I heard the woman sigh. Ask the woman what she thinks, and ask the woman what she remembers. Women don't think about anything, and women don't remember. Last night, I saw the military post, the Khan ordered a large number of soldiers, and the military book was in twelve volumes, and the scrolls had the name of the master. Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no eldest brother, he is willing to be a saddle horse for the city, and he will ...... for his grandfather from now on."

She sang so engrossively that she didn't realize that the soldiers were listening attentively until the end of the song. Feng Ling was very surprised, originally only because they were not good at ancient songs, and they didn't want to listen to them.

"This tune will be the captain too." Occasionally, an old ministry who had been following the delay for many years suddenly came out of his voice. "Probably ...... During the first battle with the Tuyuhun people in Jincheng, I heard the captain sing, and then ...... Three or four years ago, I had heard the ......"

"I heard it earlier." The elder of the soldiers in the government, looking at the appearance should be forty miles away, Xu is to show his qualifications, and interjected: "Where do you know about Zhenguan when you are young, and who knows about the Xiaoqi camp back then?" ”

A few older people nodded in agreement, and the veteran soldier showed a little pride, "It is the cavalry in the cavalry camp, talking about the scenery of the past years, and the Xuanjia army led by the sage to attack left and right, and attack the enemy, so it is not majestic." The leader is Mrs. Yinghua under the command of Princess Pingyang Zhao. At that time, a certain was still young, and he often heard Mrs. Yinghua sing that song in the camp, which was very good. ”

"That Mrs. Yinghua, but Mrs. Gu?" Feng Ling's heart was very curious, and he seemed to have heard the female teacher mention it in the women's club before.

"Although the little lady is not very old, she has seen a lot, and she actually knows the old things before Zhenguan." The government soldier replied with a smile, and the other looked Feng Ling up and down, pointed at her and said to everyone: "According to me, this little lady has a bit of the charm of Mrs. Yinghua back then, and she is also so good and cheerful......

"You have a good memory." Fu Yanyan came over at some point, and suddenly spoke, startling the old department and the wind spirit who spoke.

He turned to Feng Ling and said: "The tune of "Mulan Ci" is different from the north and south, you are the tune of the south, and it should be played on seven strings, not the pipa. After saying that, he turned around and left.

Feng Ling looked up at his departing back, blinked, and wondered in his heart: when Grandma taught him, he was indeed caressing the lyre. But he was born in the Guogong Mansion in Chang'an, where did he learn the Jiangnan tune?

Stunned for a moment, she found a statement for him: Guogong Mansion, that is a first-class place of glory, there are many people who come and go every day like a carp crossing the river, there are all kinds of things, he has been in that mansion since he was a child, and he listens to it wherever he is, but he doesn't think he can sing.

Could it be that this song is very different from him, and he can't keep it related to any woman...... The wind spirit glanced narrowly in the direction of his departure, and nodded almost certainly: it must be so, seeing that he was standing in his old age but without a family and daughters, alone, I am afraid that there is some past......

"Go to bed!" A brief command came from the side of the tent, interrupting the scattered thoughts of the wind spirits.

The government soldiers, who were still talking and laughing and frolicking in the last moment, stopped their mouths in unison, doing what they should do step by step, entering the tent and taking turns to guard the campfire.

The wind spirit stood in place and sighed, without a tent, and without the delay as he wished, it seemed that he had to find a place to curl up tonight.

The whole camp fell into silence, only the campfire was still flickering in the middle of the light, and the wind spirit sat down with his back against a big poplar that tied his horse, and when the night breeze blew, the coolness suddenly rose, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

After a while, a young soldier tiptoed out of the tent, put a thin blanket to Feng Ling's side, and whispered: "Team D is right, brothers are inconvenient to invite their sister into the tent to sleep, and make a blanket for my sister to protect against the cold night." Without waiting for the wind spirit to thank him, he rushed back to the camp again.

Feng Ling pulled up the thin blanket, although the wrapping was too thin, it was better than spending the night in the field empty, but at the same time, it didn't hurt too much to put his back against the rough trunk of the tree through the thin blanket.

Sleeping until midnight, the soldiers of the government changed three or two shifts, the fire near Feng Ling had been extinguished, and the cold mixed with water vapor invaded the entire oasis, she wrapped the thin blanket on her body tighter, hugged her arms tightly, and still shivered a few times in her unsteady sleep.

In the fog, I suddenly felt that my body sank, and something covered my body, which immediately brought a warm warmth like sunshine. The Wind Spirit sighed contentedly and muttered indistinctly, "Hmm...... Team D, thank you. ”

The visitor didn't say anything, and walked away with bated breath.

The soldiers on duty guarding the campfire at night raised their heads and looked fixedly, and hurriedly got up: "Captain ......"

Fu Yanyan shook his head lightly at him, raised his hand and pressed down on his palm, and the Nafu soldier sat back down by the fire. Fu Yanyan looked back at the figure shrunk in the darkness, and saw that she was not awakened, so she went back to the tent.