The wind leads the dragon and tiger flag, and the song clock chases and climbs. Hit the high moon, throw the pot and break the sad face.

On the battlefield, the soldiers were hideous, the blades and spears met each other, and the smoke was full of gunpowder, only the horse leather shroud returned. In the military tent, the remnants of the cup were cold and scorched with bloody strips of meat, the old, weak, sick and disabled leaned on the edge of the tent, and wolf smoke rose everywhere on the side.

At this time, it is the moon of smoke and willows in Zhengyang, the country is like a peaceful and prosperous appearance, the family mansion is already a warm spring, the show girl is wearing spring clothes and temples. The red apricots on the branches popped up noisily, and a few yellow orioles were chirping and arguing, jumping up and down with the soft willow branches, as if the corners of their mouths were holding the spring color of the sky.

The two sides are only tens of thousands of miles apart, but they are like the difference between heaven and earth and purgatory on earth.

The cold wind lifted the already dirty sheepskin felt, and out of it came a little monk with clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and only nine ring scars on his head.

"General, the big move is successful, and we will be able to return to Beijing in a few days to serve the order." The man in black armor strode open the closed heavy felt curtain, and his face full of scars could not hide its color.

"Hmm." The thin young man who was writing the list on the desk raised a pair of eyes like a vulture and swept them over, and then lowered his eyes lightly and said; "Tell me to go down, treat the family of the deceased well, and bury it properly."

"Whoa." After waiting for people to leave the tent, the big stone in the young man's heart finally fell, and the next moment, the tiredness hit overwhelmingly, and in a trance, she seemed to see the young man in Tsing Yi under the peach blossom tree in the dilapidated courtyard when she left Beijing in the early years, as if she had spanned many years of time and was beckoning to her.

Outside the tent, the soldiers began to make a final farewell for parting, sewing the bodies of the dead soldiers and sending them back to the families of the deceased. If there is no one to rely on at home, or only one son and one daughter or a monogamous family will be properly arranged, or raise their children to wait for adulthood, which should be a characteristic of Zhengyang Guoyi, so as to avoid the worries of the rear of the soldiers fighting on the battlefield.

At night, high bonfires are lit in various places, and the faces of the shamans dressed in white robes are painted, and the shamans with hairpins and feathers on their heads gather around the dead and turn around and shake bells and dance and sing, which means to summon spirits.

The singing is that the body is dead, the god is the spirit, and the soul is resolute and the ghost is the hero. Thousands of miles away, in Jinling City, it was not affected at all.

A clump of thousands of flowers pressed dry, but the broken red silk made a ball. The wind dances and the waist fragrance is endless. Tear on the face of the face and tears. Roses with thorns should be lazy, and it is difficult to play with mud.

In June this year, young students carrying packages, or leading donkeys, and riding horses on the official road in the hot summer of June this year, are mostly sitting in horse-drawn carriages or the way of water flow, either arriving in Chang'an early, or near towns and villages, and waiting for the cold weather to go on the road.

Only those who are far away from the poor road leave their hometowns early with their book bags, or those who want to travel all the way to the mountains and rivers while warming books.

"You said that we walked like this, how long will it take to get to Jinling, I feel that my legs are about to no longer belong to me, and this god has been dry for so long, why don't you see a few tears coming down." Many scholars from poor families or far away from Beijing carried their burdens more than a month in advance, bid farewell to their parents and fellow villagers on the road, and saw many scholars like him on the road, talking together in twos and threes.

Most of them are talking about their official ambitions or other things, anyway, there are many people, and there will naturally be contradictions and frictions in the excitement, but most of these situations are undercounted, after all, the least of them are now placed on the upcoming autumn season.

If you miss it today, you will have to wait three years to come again.

Now the security of Zhengyang is very good, and the army that has been guarding the border for two years has returned to the dynasty victoriously, and I heard that it will soon arrive in Beijing. There are few thieves who rob houses on the official road, and if there is, they will be suppressed by the government early. Along the way, it is similar to playing in the mountains and rivers, from time to time the poetry is a beautiful metaphor for the great rivers and mountains, but it is not good that this year's summer seems to be extraordinarily hot, and even the willow branches on the riverside are wilted and not very colorful.

Every day, I sweat under the scorching sun, stick out my tongue and carry a book bag, and I am worried about what to do if I can't find a place to live at night and sleep in the wilderness and it rains. Where did so much poetry come from, and there are many people who are happy in suffering.

"It's still early, if we have a faster journey, we will arrive in about a month, maybe we will be lucky enough to see the magnificent scene of General He returning victoriously and returning to the dynasty." The man who spoke was a tall and thin man wearing a brown round neck and a Dongpo scarf, and his eyes were full of fanatical adoration.

"Besides, we are not the kind of people who have conditions at home, otherwise we would have arrived in Jinling a long time ago, I went to Jinling for the first time when I was so old, the heart of the legendary empire, I don't know how prosperous and beautiful Chang'an is depicted in the book." A scholar couldn't help but be generous when he looked into the distance; "But compared to the prosperity of Jinling, I am more curious about what the general who defends the country looks like, and I don't know if I will be lucky enough to meet him."

"I heard that the general was born with three heads and six arms, and he was so fierce that he could stop crying at night." Another short and fat man, who had never been able to interject into the conversation, suddenly spoke up.

"Bah, you get out of here, who allowed you to tarnish my hero like this."

In the dilapidated little red pillar pavilion, a few scholars holding books are in the scorching heat of the noon sun, and they have to escape the heat here. If the conditions are better, you can also find such a dried meat or two from the package to eat, if it is a better one, you will eat pastry jerky, and there are scholars around you who are busy waiting for you, and at first glance it is a pampered young master.

Now the Zhengyang Kingdom is nothing more than two major events, one is the upcoming autumn and the return of the victorious army to the dynasty, among which the most talkative is the young general who is only eighteen years old. I heard that a single horse entered the enemy camp, took the head of the enemy general, and rescued hundreds of civilians. It is even said that the generals of the enemy king were attacked at night, and the heads were cut off alive and the camp was set on fire.

From time to time, the scholars in the cool said what kind of problems would arise in this year's scientific examination, if they had just entered Chang'an, would they be taken by His Majesty or the prince who visited the micro-service, and brought back to be a staff member, and some were missing the wife and freshly baked fat son who had just been married for a long time.

At the end of each is the book's spirit, and the infinite imagination of the future. There is a green willow next to the pavilion, and the summer cicadas are singing.

"Hey, I said Brother Su, why don't you speak." A baby-faced, young man in his early twenties touched the man next to him who was eating brown sugar steamed buns with his arm.