The smoke and dust raised during the march became lighter and lighter, and the sparse sand began to appear in the sandy soil, and clumps of camel thorns and saxon grass gradually showed a little greenery. The undulations of the terrain under the horse's hooves www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion are also becoming more and more obvious, making people's legs sore.

When he came, in order to make the carriage of Mi Shot safer, he deliberately detoured the road, did not take this road, and chose this shortcut in order to rush back to Shazhou as soon as possible.

Feng Ling secretly thought that he had injured his hand, and he didn't have to ride his own horse, so he finally relied on the delay and rubbed his convenience. Otherwise, the horse will be controlled and bumped along the way, and her bones will have to be torn apart.

On the slope of a slightly higher hill in front, the meadow is covered with a sunny half of the slope, the soldiers of the government have twists and turns for days, and the dust all the way, at this time I saw this green, I suddenly felt a lot of refreshment, although the terrain of the hill slope is difficult, but it is not a problem, and I invariably urged the horses to gallop in one go.

The horses were at the head of the team, and the first one rushed up the hill, and by the height of the surrounding terrain, the wind spirit looked ahead, and could not help exclaiming, and the scene spread out under her eyes made her unable to close her mouth for a long time.

I saw that the tender green hill slopes interlaced with ravines were full of apricot blossoms, so vast that they could not see the edge, as if they were born with the terrain, pink and violet, and rendered layer by layer. The apricot blossoms here are by no means delicate and incomparable, but have become a majestic trend.

The sunlight passes through the overlapping clouds, turning into several long and straight pillars of light, straight into the sea of apricot blossoms, making the delicate flowers staggered into different shades of crimson, and it is impossible to tell which is the flower which is the color of the sky.

The official road under the hill was paved with pink and delicate apricot petals, and everyone slowed down their horses, changing from galloping to slowing, as if they were afraid of trampling the red on the ground.

Feng Ling pulled the veil on his bottom and took a deep breath of sweet air, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed, covering the smell of leather armor and the residual blood on Yan Yan's body behind him. The wind blew, and the dense petals drifted with the wind, like rain falling.

Feng Ling spread out his palm to pick it up, and raised his palm high, as if he didn't remember the official authority and hard coldness of the delay, and brought the petals in front of him: "Look, look." ”

Fu Yanyan also shocked the apricot blossoms all over the mountains, slowly drove the horse, and said in a low voice: "I don't want the apricot blossoms to produce such a scene." ”

Down the hill slope, the sea of flowers has become an apricot blossom mountain again, and it comes to the top.

Feng Ling raised his head, and couldn't help but lean back, his head resting on Fu Tanyan's shoulder socket, stunned by the shock brought by watching the sea of flowers from another angle, and he didn't realize that he was already leaning on Fu Tanyan with great peace of mind.

The apricot blossoms fluttering like rain swirled gently, as if they had fallen on the tip of her heart, stirring her heart to be full, and she just wanted to sigh.

No one said anything, and walked quietly in the apricot blossom rain. The grand scene of flowers blooming in front of you is accompanied by the fragrance of flowers in the air, which makes a jar of mellow wine, and then there is a swaying spring breeze, which makes people slightly drunk and confused, and forgets themselves. Not only was the wind spirit unconscious, but even the breeze was not noticed, and the shoulders took over her leaning very naturally.

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Running every day, within a few days, finally entered the boundary of Shazhou. It wasn't until the town near Dunhuang City that I saw the people and had some human atmosphere. Feng Ling's hand injury has healed most of the time, and although he can't focus on it yet, his movements are generally still flexible.

Since she injured her wrist, she let her live in the tent where he stayed alone every night, but she and Ding Si'er and others crowded in a tent to make do, and Feng Ling couldn't help it, so he invited him to live in the same inn after entering Boxian Town. Fu Yan insisted on not accepting it, and did not go to the post house to rest, but still spent the night in tents outside the town with the soldiers.

Finally, I had a decent bed, and I slept well until dawn the next day. As soon as she left the room, she saw the little maid in the inn holding a note waiting outside the door, and when she saw Feng Ling coming out, she was relieved and hurriedly handed the note to her.

The wind spirit took it and sighed silently in his heart. The bold Wei tablet font on the note has a few big characters: The soldiers return to the camp, Gu Niangzi please take care of yourself.

In the end, she was left behind on the last day, and the wind spirit leaned on the railing and looked at the main road in the town for a while, but there was no shadow of soldiers and horses, only the townspeople who came and went, doing their daily trivialities.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, only to feel that a few days ago, the uninhabited place, the scenery of the sea of apricot blossoms seemed to have strayed into a fairyland in a dream, and now she fell back to the mortal dust weakly, and there was always a little lost nothingness.

The town was deserted, and there was no decent carriage to hire, so a simple ox cart was hired in the carriage and horse shop, and there was a carriage with thin plates and green tents, which was barely possible. After more than half a month, Feng Ling didn't pay much attention to it, and just wanted to return to the city quickly.

After a while, the oily black Dawan horse followed behind a crude ox cart, squeaking and swaying towards the grand city pass of Dunhuang City, and the wind spirit collapsed lazily in the car, his body was weak, and his heart was not a taste, but he could not say that he was uncomfortable.

After about two hours, the ox cart finally stopped under the city gate. Feng Ling got out of the car and handed in the paperwork, and an acquaintance of the guards greeted her and asked her when she had made a trip to Xizhou, and she also responded listlessly.

It was easy to return to the house in Anpingfang, as if all her strength had been exhausted, she sat on the wooden steps at the door of the main house, leaning on the large log pillar supporting the porch, not wanting to move, closing her eyes and taking a nap.

In less than a cup of tea, she heard the sound of urgent footsteps in the outer courtyard, and she didn't need to open her eyes to know that it was the Buddha who was running in.

Sure enough, people arrived before they could say anything: "My ancestors, after all, have returned." At noon, I heard that the lieutenant led the army back to the city, and I didn't see you returning, and I heard that I was ambushed when I heard that 'ghosts hit the wall', which really blew people's hearts and livers. ”

As soon as the words fell, his hand followed, and he pushed and shoved on the injured right hand of the wind spirit: "How?" Not hurt, right? ”

Feng Ling snorted, raised his right wrist, which was purple and blue, and said angrily: "It's almost time to be sharp, and I don't know if you want to break your wrist if you want to push this one." ”

"Was it really attacked? The people of the Helu tribe? Frightened, Buddha Nu took a half step back and looked at her carefully, wanting to see where else she had been hurt.

Feng Ling nodded, "He Lu wants to destroy the strong mind of the Bo of Pyongyang County, and the ten horses can't turn back, and he can't complain that the imperial court wants the government soldiers to escort him, and he will be sent by Captain Yandu himself." If he really succeeds, the western frontier will be less constrained by the two departments of the secret place and the moon, and he will not be allowed to act recklessly. ”

Ah Mi and Kimber stood in front of the gate of the inner courtyard, and when they heard that she had been attacked by the Helu tribe, and she was also injured, they were so frightened that they were stunned. Feng Ling was a little amused when he saw it, and his heart warmed, and he raised his wrist to indicate that they were only a minor injury and that it was not in the way.

The Buddha stomped his feet hatefully and waved his hand to Ah Qizhi: "I'm still stunned, I don't see the dust on my mother's head, so I don't want to go to cook soup and prepare for a bath." Kimber on the side also came to his senses, and hurriedly turned around and ran out: "I'll go find a healer to take a look at the injury." ”

As soon as Feng Ling was home, the house in Anpingfang was noisy again, and the chickens and dogs were busy for most of the day, and they didn't stop until the second watch.

When the fifth watch sounded, Feng Ling didn't go to the shop for many days, so he couldn't rest assured, so he got up and packed up and went to the shop in the big market.

After the five watches, the sky of Dunhuang City is still dark, but the city gate and the doors of each square have been opened. The caravan that had entered the city early drove its camels and walked slowly along the main road in the city. When the camel bell seems to be a supplement to the whole market, it will wake up the whole market.