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"The Yuntai Flying Pavilion is flat, and the cold-forged armor scales are made of rust. Long-term side plug battle, borrowed drunk blunt knife to wait for peace. ”

"You're going to go on an expedition tomorrow, and you still have the heart to drink and compose poetry?" Yuan Xian saw the half-drunk Zhong Li half-leaning on the stone platform at the corner of the pavilion, drinking wine as usual, so he was somewhat resentful.

"What does the expedition have to do with my drinking? Didn't you hear 'drunk lying on the battlefield'. ”

Yuan Xian frowned, "Don't say that this is unlucky." ”

Seeing that her heroic face was gloomy, and she was also red because of the fire, Zhong Li felt very cute for a while. "Tell me what's the matter, there is life and death in all battles......"

The slender and warm fingers lightly touched Zhong Li's lips, "Don't say it again." ”

Yuan Xian's body leaned over through the wine case, and his firm and gentle eyes looked at Zhong Li for a long time. Zhong Li suddenly felt the smell of wine rush his head, and his face was hot and red for a while. He slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingers lightly touched Yuan Xian's fluffy and soft short hair. "Alright, sit down."

Before leaving, Zhong Li made an appointment with Yuan Xian to the Cirrus Cloud Pavilion, which was a place where he often spent leisure in the Jicheng mansion. In the past, Yuan Xian Pegasus met, and the two mostly drank tea here. But today Yuan Xian is different from the past, she took off the black cold forging armor that she never leaves on weekdays, and put on a crimson Liuxian skirt, and the iron helmet with red tassels has also been replaced by three taels of cuidian, so that Zhong Li didn't know how to invite her to eat and drink for a while.

Yuan Xian held his sleeves, held the warm stoneware wine pot in one hand, and divided the rice wine into the two pottery pots, the dark blue glaze of the pottery cups and the wine shimmered slightly in the reflection of the fire, this kind of Shigaraki-like pottery has always been the favorite of the two.

"First of all, I wish you success." Yuan Xian raised the lamp.

Zhong Li picked up the lamp and said, "Is this worth wishing?" The two looked at each other and smiled, and took a pill.

The fragrant taste of rice wine slowly melted in his mouth, and the warm wine gradually filled his body, Zhong Li was tasting the red dress and sake, and then heard Yuan Xian ask, "Are you ready?" ”

"It's all right. Qin Lang is all done. ”

Yuan Xian knew that Qin Lang had always been meticulous, but he still asked again: "How many knives are there?" ”

"'Yan Wang', 'Chang Xun'. ”

"Less, not less?"

"If these two knives are broken, I will be exhausted to death."

"Where's the horse?"

"It's all set."

Yuan Xian nodded, his gaze wandering over the pond reflecting the setting sun outside the Cirrus Cloud Pavilion. A gust of autumn wind swept by, and the early yellow leaves swirled sporadically, falling quietly on the water surface that was half orange and half green. "It should be cold outside the gate, and you can have enough clothes?"

"Little foal," this is Zhong Li's nickname for Yuan Xian. "What's wrong with you today?"

was asked like this, and Yuan Xian also found that her mother-in-law asked a lot.

"Could it be that you change your clothes and become a different person?"

Yuan Xian looked at the crimson skirt, but she didn't feel that the clothes were uncomfortable. Although she doesn't often wear this kind of dress, she does like it. "Maybe you're going to send troops."

"In the past, I didn't see you worrying about this."

"But it's a risky move after all."

"It's not a danger to me, not to mention that you also transferred the Red Dragon Army from the south. You and I echo each other, what else is there to worry about? ”

Although Yuan Xian nodded, her brows did not stretch, and Zhong Li got up and sat on her side when she saw this.

"Don't think about it anymore, to put it bluntly, it's just a game, that is, if I encounter an accident, I can still come back after a while and continue to be my general."

Zhong Li's broad shoulders pressed against Yuan Xian's shoulder, and Yuan Xian couldn't help but turn sideways and lean his head lightly. "But it's three months, after all."

"I didn't say I had to die." Zhong Li turned his head, glanced at Yuan Xian's eyes, and smiled at her with a soothing smile. "In the past ten years, in addition to losing with you for a while, have I lost anything else?"

"So only I can kill you?" Yuan Xian's eyes widened, revealing anticipation.

"Cheng, it's your own."

2

Yuan Xian remembered the situation when he met Zhong Li before the separation, and the journey was tiring and bumpy for several days, but he didn't see any enemies, so there were not a few times when he was distracted by boredom. When she came back to her senses, she looked up and saw a glimpse of the clouds that the yellow sun had sunk to the west.

"How many miles have you traveled today?"

"About thirty miles."

Yuan Xian's brows tightened.

"Settle down in front, General." Partial general Mo ring road. She is one of the few female generals in this army, she is not very old, she has just joined Shuoguo, and this time she was assigned to Yuan Xian's side for the first time.

"Day by day, when will we be able to rush to Liucheng?"

"Our front army has already crossed Jieshi, and there are still more than 300 miles away, if it is two days on weekdays. Now......" Mo Huan did not say any more.

The fishing village was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that they could already see a flash of daylight as the eaves dripped water, and the smell of burnt paste in the damp wind, Yuan Xian guessed that it was a charred house. The villages and towns that I passed through before were all empty, the granaries of the government treasury were burned down, and in some places it was even a scorched earth.

Suddenly, there was a horse roar, although it was a little distance, but it seemed to ring in the ears. In the past, it must have shocked everyone, but now it is no longer strange. As far as the eye could see, a wheel was stuck in the mire, and the horse sent to pull the cart was lying in the mire due to exhaustion.

"That's it." Yuan Xian paused for a long time and then continued, "Order the whole army to rest here, start the fourth watch, and go on the road early tomorrow." ”

"Order!" Mo Huan rode his horse back.

Earlier, Yuan Xian received a letter from Xue'er, and she was still in front of her at this time: "This time I used troops, I am afraid that Dai Ying has already expected it, and if you stay in Liucheng, you and I need to act at the opportunity." Although we look at each other, we are still cautious and cautious! With this in mind, she reached into her armor from under the other armpit, and felt the silk that was slightly drier than the air, and the corners of her mouth rose to reveal a determined gaze.

"You'll have to wait for me."

2

On the night of September 24, the temperature had dropped to freezing after days of rain, and the breath exhaled took on a chaotic shape under the candlelight. Although Yuan Xian had taken precautions, a tiger skin could not withstand the wet and cold from the cracks into the bones, not to mention that the eaves and windows were leaking wind. Although there are a few large houses in the village, Yuan Xian has always been accustomed to setting up his headquarters in a high and relatively open place, so he found a broken temple on the hillside outside the village, a front hall and a back hall, and there are three or five side rooms in the backyard, which is enough for a hundred and ten guards to live temporarily.

Yuan Xian and Mo Huan lived in a side room in the middle, Yuan Xian lived in the inner room, although there was no bed in the outer room, but Mo Huan still insisted on living alone, and she snored slightly as soon as it was dark. It was Yuan Xian who was sleepless, and his thoughts were full of Zhong Lixin's words.

"'Bad luck is less'."

She has somewhat understood that Dai Ying's "expectation" includes the rain of the past few days. Except for the 160 miles on the day of departure, the 40 miles on the 2nd, and the 30 miles today, it is getting farther and farther away from the original goal of marching for four or five days, and meeting the enemy in only seven days.

Another cool breeze through the hall blew her even more energetic. simply got up and took the lamp, took the small table on the side and put it on the kang. There is an inkstone sent by Zhong Li in the bag, and if it is usually wrapped tightly with hemp rope or silk, the ink cannot leak out.

Unfolded the white silk, and wrote with the help of Mo Yuanxian, who had stayed for a few days: "The mud pills are bound to the fishing village, and the cool breeze is sleepless and the night is half a person." These two sentences are neatly written, but when it comes to three sentences, there is a sudden hesitation.

"Jun Yan is cautious...... Yuan Xian thought like this, but the pen hesitated in the inkstone. How can I be cautious? When I came back to my senses, the ink drawn out by the pen had drowned the plum blossoms engraved on the side.

With a deep sigh, Yuan Xian stopped writing, simply wiped the inkstone with the white silk with two lines of poetry on it, and wiped the pen dry. But he didn't want to clean it up for a while, so he took out Zhong Li's letter earlier and displayed it on the case.

"Although we see each other, we are still cautious."

Yuan Xian picked up the pen again, and while scanning it on the inkstone, she thought about how to reply to Zhong Li, although she knew that Zhong Li had left Liucheng, and the letter could no longer be sent by Xue'er. Therefore, although this is said to be on the inkstone, it is indeed swept indiscriminately, to be exact, it has been around which two engraved plum blossoms have been around. Her mind was also replying to Zhong Li that she was trying her best to arrive quickly, or to reply that she should act cautiously and swayed from side to side, but one thing she was sure of was that she would not write down the difficulties in front of her in the letter.

Suddenly, she noticed some murmuring sounds, and sure enough, it was raining outside the window again, and the pen stopped on the plum blossom head. The slender eyebrows first frowned, caught a glimpse of the iron spear wrapped in arrowroot against the wall, and then put down the pen. She pulled out of front of the desk, carrying an iron gun in one hand and a hat in the other, and was walking out, when she suddenly stopped and turned back to open the window. She lifted the window with one hand and the window sill with the other, and rushed out sideways, and the coldness of the rain instantly hit her a spirit. But it made her gun-carrying hand stronger.

Shaking off the Ge cloth, the rain hit the gun, slowly sliding down to Yuan's slender but powerful fingers. She closed her eyes slightly, trying to steady her breathing. When he opened his eyes, he raised the pistol and took it out, and the water droplets rolled against the body of the gun to his hand, and splashed all around in another instant. She stabbed first and then picked, then smashed the gun a few times, and then stabbed and swept in quick succession. When attacking the road and chopping, the slender legs seem to be able to hold the power of Wan Jun, stir up the road, and the feet are as light as dragonflies. The sound of the rain falling passed by her ears, and she half-covered her eyes, as if by hearing, stabbed at the raindrops, and then picked up her gun with her backhand, swirled the raindrops, and then swept them away. The wind blew past her, and she seemed to take advantage of the momentum to swing her spear, turning the wind around and smashing it back.

Dozens of pounds of iron spears were whirring by her for a while, and she generally felt that her body was not as wet and cold as in the house. Sweat had probably replaced the rain, and it was spilling from the ends of her hair, neck, skin and close-fitting clothes, which made her feel comfortable and comfortable. After dancing casually, she played the tricks such as pulling the grass to find the snake, the civet cat pounced on the mouse, and hugged the pipa a few times, and felt a little tired before she planned to do so.

Picking up the gun to open the window, Yuan Xian turned back from the window as it was. She stood in the middle of the house with her legs slightly apart, wiping the gun and wrapping the cloth, while waiting for the rain and sweat on her body to fall in the corner farther away from the kang. The candle flame in the room was still lit, and when it was not half burned, Mo Huan's snoring seemed to be a little louder. She changed her clothes with her hands lightly, wiped her hair, cleaned up her things, and suddenly saw the ink-colored stone plum blossoms on the inkstone, and remembered something for a while, so she hurriedly took a piece of white silk, bowed a few times in front of the case and wrote:

"Mud pills are held in the fishing village, and the cool breeze is sleepless and half a night. The cold rain outside the iron gun window, and the plum soul in the dry pen inkstone. The fur is still resistant to the west wind, and the burrow is difficult to go to the north. A dream of chasing 600 miles, Jun Shu is cautious and hears more. ”