Zhao Cheng at the foot of Feilongzhai Mountain was also a little embarrassed at this time. This time, he sent troops, and there was no text of the military department, although there was a letter from King Yan, but there was not a word about letting him send troops between the lines. Now it's the third day of coming here, except for a day of rest, the attack on the Flying Dragon Village for two consecutive days has been shot back by the random arrows in the village.

Zhao Cheng didn't dare to let the soldiers have too many casualties, otherwise the military department would be held accountable, and if King Yan didn't go out and say a few good words, it would be difficult for him to explain. If you don't come, you can't do it, I learned from the gossip that King Yan will soon become a vassal. Although his guard was directly received by the Ministry of War, King Yan couldn't control himself on the surface, but he was stationed in King Yan's fiefdom, and all the grain and grass depended on King Yan, and he was obviously standing under the eaves of King Yan, offending King Yan and never having his own good fruit to eat.

After thinking about it, Zhao Cheng thought of a plan. He didn't believe that the arrow clusters in the Flying Dragon Village would be endless, so he stationed the camp halfway up the mountain of the Flying Dragon Village, and launched an attack on the Flying Dragon Village every morning and afternoon to consume the arrows in the village.

After making up his mind, he called his four partial generals and three commanders and ordered:

"Each of the seven of you will lead three hundred soldiers and take turns attacking the cottage in order to consume each other's arrows. And keep a close eye on the bandits in the village, and do not allow them to come out and shoot the clusters of arrows on the ground. ”

The seven people were all people who came out of the war, so they naturally understood the intention of the main general Zhao Cheng, and immediately responded to the order.

It only took two days for Zhao Liu'an and Li Cunmiao to see the intentions of the officers and soldiers, calculating the arrows in the cottage, and not daring to let their subordinates open their bows and arrows without restraint. Tell your subordinates one by one:

"It has to be targeted, and no one is allowed to waste an arrow. Otherwise, when the arrows are exhausted, it will be the day when we will be beheaded. ”

So stalemate for half a month, after all, the arrows in the cottage are limited, although the strategy was changed in time, not to release the arrows as a last resort, but the arrows are still decreasing day by day, after half a month of perseverance, the arrows in the village have been less than five thousand, according to the calculation of the two, at most they can hold on for about ten days. Moreover, there is no water source in the village, and the draft is all the stream water in the valley under the mountain. Now the officers and soldiers are stationed halfway up the mountain, which naturally cuts off the way down the mountain to get water. Fortunately, some time ago, there was a heavy snowfall, and there was still a lot of snow on the mountain that could be temporarily rescued, but it was not always a long way, as the snow in the village melted a little bit, and in a few days, even the draft was a problem. Not only were the two village owners worried, but even the three hundred minions also had a bad premonition in their hearts.

At this time, there was almost no snow in Beiping Fuzhong. There are only some slightly remote, shady places, and scattered remnants of snow. When Xiao Yiran searched for the ruins of Yanshan Mansion for a long time without success, he remembered Nanshan outside the city, where there used to be an empty cave of his own, and he didn't know if it was still there. Since the Yuan Shen spent thousands of miles at night, in the Xuannu Temple in Huashan, after a while in the Xuannu Temple, Xiao Yiran no longer doubted that the experience of more than ten years in the early Northern Song Dynasty was a dream. You know, that experience is real. Therefore, Xiao Yiran, who couldn't find the Yanshan Mansion back then, decided to go to Nanshan outside the city to take a look, and the empty tomb was still there.

first asked the people in the city, and when he asked, Xiao Yiran was surprised.

"This young lady is not a local, is she? There is indeed a tomb there in Nanshan, and there is a tombstone in the early years. The old man who saw the tombstone said that there was a princess buried there, so the locals called the tomb the princess's tomb, and called the flat land on the sunny hillside the princess's platform. ”

Xiao Yiran didn't expect that his fraudulent death would leave a monument behind.

Since it is a place that everyone knows, Xiao Yiran can easily find it. There are still vague memories of those years, and although the trees around the clearing are no longer the trees they used to be, they are still there. The lonely grave has long been covered by wild grass, and the tombstone in the mouth of passers-by has long been gone. Walking to the front of the tomb, what made Xiao Yiran cry and laugh was that he suddenly found a robbery hole the thickness of a person. I wonder if the grave robber will be so depressed that he will shed tears after all the hard work he has gone in.

Xiao Yiran still remembers that when he was killed in the bombing, he told his parents not to put burial goods in the coffin, so as to save the effort of jewelry and burial goods when he came out afterwards. Therefore, in his coffin, except for a few clothes, there is almost nothing.

Xiao Yiran stood quietly in front of the deserted grave, and the bits and pieces of Yanshan Mansion suddenly appeared in his mind. From the first time he entered Yanshan Mansion, to the transformation of the kang, to every correspondence with Lin Chen, until that morning, he secretly came to the outside of the city with Qingwen and Musk Yue to see Lin Chen off. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Qingwen Musk Moon behind him. Seeing that the expressions on the faces of the two were a little weird, Xiao Yiran also understood that they must be wondering why they were so concerned about a legendary princess's tomb.

Similarly, Xiao Yiran also wondered why his two girls in the Northern Song Dynasty were Qingwen Musk Yue, and when they came to the Ming Dynasty four hundred years later, not only did the girl's name not change, but their appearance was almost identical? I really regret that I forgot to ask in the Xuannu Niangniang Temple at that time.

"Miss, looking at the grave, it doesn't look like a princess's tomb at all."

"Is there anything different about the Princess's Tomb?"

"Why not? When I was in Yingtianfu, I saw a princess's tomb, which was not only sealed with tall soil, but also had a sacrificial pavilion in front of the tomb. ”

"You're talking about the recently deceased princess. If there was a princess from the Song Dynasty buried here, or even if there were those things at that time, after so many years, they would be gone. ”

"That's what Miss said."

"Let's go, let's take a look around, it's okay to go back anyway."

Xiao Yiran followed the route he had taken when he saw Lin Chen off and walked towards the official road down the mountain. The road southbound from today's Beiping Mansion and the southbound road from Yanshan Mansion back then have basically not changed much. It's just that Xiao Yiran can't find the high cliff on the side of the road where the three of them hid back then.

"Miss seems to have been here before."

Musk Yue was a little surprised by Xiao Yiran's strolling, so she said half-jokingly.

"yes, you've been here too."

"Why, miss, I've never dreamed of being here."

Qingwen only thought that Xiao Yiran was joking, and couldn't help laughing.

"Why don't you two be more careful?"

"Hehe, the more Miss says, the more true it becomes."

Xiao Yiran stood in a shady place, staring at the remnant snow under his feet, and his thoughts couldn't help but fly away again.