Chapter 39 Light and shadow are intertwined

In the haze, I don't know what, a line enters the throat, refreshing and sweet.

It is as if energy is injected into the stiff body.

It flowed into the abdomen, rippling layer by layer, and the body was gradually filled with energy.

Greasy as oil, sweet as syrup......

Yang Ying was in a trance, only out of instinct, greedy and sucking.

It was not until it dried up that he was satisfied and fell asleep again.

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In his dream, he saw his father and brother from afar.

He shouted as hard as he could, but he couldn't make a sound.

He tried his best to catch up, but he drifted away.

Until the pain in his chest was unbearable, he almost couldn't breathe, and his legs and feet were like lead, even if he hugged his knees with both hands, he didn't obey the call, and he didn't move an inch.

A gust of fragrant wind hit, and when he looked up, it was Dugu Panruo's plain red dress, floating away, stopping beside him, tilting his head and grinning:

"Little Xianggong, are you tired? How can I not go? ”

"I ...... I can't walk......" Yang Ying said and reached out to pull her little hand, hoping to use a handful, but unexpectedly, it was like nothing in the air, and it passed through.

Praruo is still like his father and brother, laughing and ignoring him, and gradually drifting away.

Yang Ying still couldn't shout.

I only felt the steaming heat, and it was on fire for a while.

I saw a slender eye staring at him, and his gaze turned into a sharp sword, which suddenly pierced through his chest.

In a desperate struggle, Yang Ying woke up.

Arched ceilings, rounded keels, heavy wool felt, and solid carpets.

The reddish charcoal licked the tongue of fire in the bronze brazier, making a subtle crackling sound. 、

I guess it's in a tent......

The furnishings around are extremely simple, and there are only a few boxes that can be seen.

There are some commonly used utensils on the table, which are staggered in height.

The box is made of solid wood, and the paint has fallen off in pieces, only the copper work has been wiped golden and shiny.

There's nothing else special here.

Yang Ying tried to move her body, feeling sore.

It should be because I have been asleep for too long.

I just felt that there was still a person sitting next to me.

When I turned my head to look, it was a plump woman in a bearded suit, with her chest open, seriously focused on breastfeeding the baby in her arms.

"You're awake." The woman whispered. The body was motionless, and there seemed to be no shyness or evasion.

Looking at his age, he is only about twelve or thirteen, and he is not as old as himself.

"Hmm...... Hello...... I...... This is ......" Yang Ying got up and found himself bare-chested, his chest and shoulders wrapped in thick linen.

But there was a buzz in my head, and I couldn't think of anything.

"You, already, have been asleep, three days." When the baby was full and fell asleep, the woman gave priority to gently putting down the swaddling clothes, and then put a pair of round towering plackets into the front, got up and tidied up, and said in a not very fluent Chinese.

Yang Ying wanted to lift his arm from the felt, but found that he was numb and trembling, completely out of control.

"You're too, weak, rest." The woman walked to the side, knelt down on her knees, and held a bowl of ghee soup in both hands.

On the pale yellow noodle soup, only scattered tea leaves and a few millet seeds can be seen.

"Thank you......" Yang Ying tried to do it herself again, but finally failed.

"I'll ......" The woman opened her arms, bent her arms behind Yang Ying's neck, and brought the edge of the bowl to Yang Ying's mouth with one hand. Slowly, hot. ”

Yang Ying felt as if she was wrapped in a ball of soft meat, which was very comfortable and appropriate.

Only halfway through the drink, the curtain of the door was lifted, and a figure with a puff of wind and snow shook in.

When the curtain was lowered, the wind and snow in the room stopped, and the warmth rose, Yang Ying observed the visitor:

A bearded man with a felt hat, a heavy felt coat, fur boots on his feet, a short bow and quiver on his back, and a rabbit in one hand, still alive, kicking his legs twice from time to time.

"Dada!" The woman seemed very happy to see the bearded man.

"Oh? Is the kid awake? As he spoke, the bearded man threw the rabbit into the corner cage, took off his coat and hat, took out the flask, and sat down by the brazier.

Yang Ying drank too quickly, coughed twice, and spilled a little soup.

The woman hurriedly put the bowl on the table and picked up a clean linen cloth to wipe it clean.

"Thank you...... I am ......" Yang Ying tried to recall, but couldn't remember anything.

"Oh, you've hit your head, and you've got a sword on your body, don't force it." Uncle Beard took a sip of wine and felt his body gradually warm. "My name is Jirakpa, and it's my daughter, Kuvalhan, who has been breastfeeding you."

Speaking of this, the exotic woman's face turned crimson, and she lowered her head shyly, only looking at Yang Ying from the corner of her eye.

Yang Ying looked at the woman beside her with a high nose bridge and sunken eye sockets, and only said: "Thank you......"

"You're fine, you're just weak." Uncle Beard continued. "Fortunately, my daughter just gave birth not long ago, and she found us secretly and mobilely, hoping to borrow milk to feed you, so that you ......can recover as soon as possible."

"Oops, why do you say everything!" The girl finally spoke, and said coquettishly.

"Shame on what? We Turks must repay our kindness, this kind of trivial matter is nothing! Uncle Beard didn't care.

"But, he's a Han. Han people are different from us, and they pay a lot of attention to it. The woman yelled. Like the Xianbei people, you need to be polite or something. ”

"What's the difference between Xianbei and us, isn't it a mortar? Afraid of what? Uncle Beard had actually seen it a long time ago, as if his daughter had a little bit of interest to the strong and handsome boy in front of her. It's just that I've been hindered by racial barriers and suppressed emotions.

"Uncle, where is this place?" Yang Ying felt that her body was gradually recovering.

"Huaishuo Town, back to the golden beach. All of us tribes have gathered here for the time being. ”

"Is there only your father and daughter in the house?"

As soon as she asked this, Kuvalhan's eyes were slightly moist, and it happened that the child woke up, and she was crying, and she hurriedly got up and picked up the doll and shook it.

Doll feels mommy. Gradually, the crying stopped.

"Hey...... yes......" Uncle Beard sighed. "Our tribe originally lived in Guannai. But a rebellion broke out in the six towns, the imperial court sent troops to suppress it, the two sides have been fighting for many years, you kill it, I fight it, in the chaos, my woman contracted the wind and cold, and died; The son was taken away by the arrest of the strong man, and he has not heard from him for a year and a half; Thanks to his son-in-law's skill in bows and arrows, he was also arrested by Zhuangding, but was stopped by General Da Xiwu and joined a team called Hidden Mobile that had just been formed to help the imperial court suppress the rebellion. Although he was also killed in battle, the Hidden Mobile Man was very kind, buried my son-in-law, and gave us a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, and helped us leave Guanzhong......"

"Uncle, please tell me a good story...... Yang Ying felt that her health was much better, and pleaded.

"Good! It just so happened that I was also very bored, so we chattered. Would you like some? Uncle Beard handed over the flask.

As soon as Yang Ying reached out to pick it up, he was stopped by Kuvarhan reaching out his hand: "Dada! He was only healed from his injuries and couldn't drink! ”

Hey, hey, Uncle Beard scratched the back of his head and sneered: "Don't drink some, it's boring to talk......"

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Xiao Baochun of the Southern Qi clan defected to the Northern Wei Dynasty after Xiao Yan became emperor.

The Empress Dowager Hu Chonghua favored her, and the official worshiped the general on the chariot.

At this time, Qinzhou made a big mess, captured Li Yan, and proclaimed himself the king of Qin.

Soon, Mo Zhe Dati died, and his fourth son Mo Zhi Niansheng proclaimed himself the Son of Heaven, set up a hundred officials, and sent his younger brother Mo Zhe Tiansheng to send troops to Longdong.

Mo Zhen was born to capture Xiqizhou, invaded Yongzhou, and stationed troops in Heishui.

The Northern Wei Dynasty was very worried about this, so he appointed Xiao Baochun as the governor of Kaifu, Xidao Xingtai, and Dadu, and asked him to lead his troops to the west.

So in the year before last, Xiao Baochun and the metropolitan governor Cui Yanbo led the army to break through the heavens, and pursued until Xiaolong, and then missed the opportunity because his subordinates plundered people's wealth.

Soon, Xiao Baochun conscripted Gaoping thief handsome Wan Qian ugly slave. The two armies fought in Stability, and each other won and lost.

In the second year of Xiaochang last year, Lu Bodu, a native of Tianshui, betrayed Mo Niansheng and surrendered to Hu Chen.

Hu Chen appointed Lü Bodu as the governor of Dadu and the fake king of Qin, and provided him with soldiers and horses to attack Qinzhou.

Lu Bodu repeatedly defeated Mo Zhenniansheng, occupied Xianqin County, and colluded with the Wei army to betray Hu Chen.

Mo Xian was forced by the situation and had to surrender to Xiao Baochun.

At this time, the imperial court named Lü Bodu as the general of the Fu army, the assassin of Jingzhou, and the prince of Pingqin County, while the governor of the capital, Yuan Xiuyi, garrisoned Longkou and no longer marched west.

Soon, Mo Xiannian rebelled again, and Lu Bodu was also killed by Wan Qian Chounu, and the thief army became more powerful, and Xiao Baochun was difficult to contain.

After many years of sending troops, the soldiers were exhausted. The thieves in Qindi took the opportunity to attack Xiao Baoyin.

Xiao Baoyin was defeated in Jingzhou, and afterwards collected more than 10,000 stragglers and stationed them in Xiaoyao Garden.

Pan Yiyuan, the assassin of Eastern Qinzhou, also surrendered the city to the thieves.

Mo Zhi Niansheng entered Qizhou, and the people in Qizhou City grabbed the assassin Shi Wei Langen and responded to Mo Zhi Niansheng.

The state assassin Shi Bi Zuhui was defeated and died, Xingtai Xinshen abandoned the city of Xiazhou and fled, and the army of Yuanhao, the king of Beihai, was also defeated.

Hu Yinzu, the leader of the thieves, occupied Beihua Prefecture, and Qigan Qilin occupied the state to respond to Mo Zhi's birth.

At this point, the whole Guanzhong was in chaos.

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Uncle Beard said this, sighing helplessly.

Like them, there are many Turkic tribes who are reluctant to go to war, all of whom have been displaced.

Some ran outside the gate, some fled outside the plug, and some, unlucky, were gone......

And they entered the realm of clouds.

But here, the situation is not optimistic.

Ge Rong led the rebel army, and the momentum was strong, and no one could stop him all the way.

Now the entire state and county, except for a lonely city in the clouds, has fallen.

Our tribe cannot enter the city, but can only be stationed here.

In fact, he was trapped as a prisoner, unable to move an inch, and under the protection of General Da Xiwu and the covert maneuver, he lived a precarious life.

After listening to this, Yang Ying was also at a loss.

coincided with the chaos in the world, and the common people couldn't even find a place to stand......

Everyone could only sit around the brazier and watch the flames dance on the golden rabbit meat......

Kuvalhan put the baby to sleep, got up with a basin and went out, ready to come back with some snow to melt.

After her slightly chubby figure came out of the tent, Uncle Beard sat down mysteriously: "Your name is Yang Ying, right?" ”

"Hmm." Yang Ying could only remember his name, and he didn't know what the uncle was asking for.

"Since it was a stealthy mobile to send you over, and left a message saying that take care of the injury, there will be a heavy reward after recovery. Then you must be an important officer, right? ”

"I can't remember exactly......" Yang Ying felt as if something was wrong, but she couldn't think of anything.

"What do you think of Kuvalhan?" Uncle's eyes blinked. "She doesn't say it, but she doesn't care about you in her heart."

"......" Yang Ying didn't know how to answer, and she really didn't hate her.

"The day she sent you, she hummed a love song!" The uncle felt that there was a drama and continued to add. "She hates washing her hair the most, because the ice water will freeze sores on her head and hands, but the day you came, she still insisted on fetching water, and I quarreled with her for an hour before I finally persuaded her."

“……”

After listening to the description, Yang Ying seemed to like Kuvalhan a little.

"Look at her figure, she is only thirteen years old, she is definitely good at giving birth and thriving."

The uncle may have drunk too much, or he may not be proficient in Chinese, and he may seem incoherent.

But the meaning is very clear.

Just as Yang Ying was almost persuaded and was about to nod, Kuvarhan suddenly crashed in.

"It's not good, Sister Bing'er was seriously injured and rescued, everyone is outside now!"

Uncle Beard hurriedly put on his felt and rushed out, and Yang Ying also changed into a heavy beard suit with the help of Kuvarhan and followed.

The wind swept the ground and the grass folded, and the snow flew in August.

Between the white ground and the black sky, there are more than a dozen round-shaped tents.

Several men, a dozen women, gathered around six well-equipped soldiers.

I couldn't see it from afar.

After following the uncle into the crowd, I saw two girls lying in the center.

One was plump and muscular, richly dressed, with a cigarette stick pinned to his waist;

The other was thin and slender, with a green bun.

"Poisoned!" Yang Ying only glanced at it and blurted out. I don't know why I know this knowledge. "Inhaled the Dongyi Scorpion Toad Poison!"

Hearing that someone was beside him, he could recognize the source of the poison at a glance, Da Xibing's eyelids moved, and he struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "The antidote is in the cigarette bag, and there are pursuers behind it......"

Only Yang Ying could clearly and accurately distinguish the Chinese spoken by Da Xibing, and hurriedly tore off the cigarette pouch on her waist and opened it, and there was indeed a small bottle hidden in the middle of the tobacco.

Only then did he feed the two of them to take the antidote, and ordered everyone to carry them into the tent with all hands and feet, but they heard someone shouting:

"Oh no! Soldiers and horses are approaching and surrounding! ”

Everyone present was terrified.

They have been through too much fighting.

Is it a rebellion or a king?

Did they bring it in?

Is it their poison?

Will it hurt the innocents of the tribe?

Countless questions hovered above Yang Ying's head.

But one thing, one thing, is for sure:

Be sure to protect Kuvalhan, as well as Uncle Beard, they are a lifesaver for me!

Even if you fight for your life!

"Do you have swords and weapons? Give me a handful! Everybody's back to the upper hand! Armed up!! ”

For some reason, there was a bit of blood boiling.

It seems that some kind of instinct is gradually awakening in the depths of Yang Ying's soul.

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In a person's life, there will always be countless "firsts".

And this time, fate awaits ahead, and what is prepared for him is the first battle.

From now on, he will embark on a path of winning his brothers, winning himself, winning the war, and winning the world.

Let him be a person who can turn the tide of battle on his own.

also made him a person who dared to knock on the palace door and chat with the powerful.

Someone who no longer expects good luck, but is in charge of himself.

Standing in the hall full of heroic spirits, people who still hold their heads high.

Fight for glory, fight for the people, fight for the country, fight for the name.

For many years afterward, his name became known to the world.

He was a warrior, a general, a leader, and a hero;

He is also a disciple, a disciple, a king, and a true person.

His name is Yang Ying.

The shadow of the shadows.