The old man looked up at the sky, and the snowflakes were already dense, but when viewed from this angle, they were even more dense.

Quite a few snowflakes fell on his face, hit his beard, and fell on his snow-white hair.

Some melted, and some blended with the snow-white hair, and they couldn't tell each other.

The old man kept this movement for a long time before he lowered his raised head.

He reached out and touched his back, which was empty, without a big bow.

He took advantage of the situation to touch his waist, took out a slingshot wrapped in gold wire, and took out a projectile from the pocket of his waist on the right side.

He reached out and wrapped the projectile in the bag of the slingshot, held the slingshot in one hand, pulled the slingshot bag in the other, raised it above his head, aimed it at the sky, and pulled it with all his strength.

Although he used all his strength, he only pulled the slingshot halfway.

The servant who sat with him on the plow looked up at the sky with the movements of Changsun Sheng.

I saw two goshawks circling in the midst of the snowflakes.

Because the wind and snow are too big, and the goshawk flies high, it looks like two small black dots.

"Bang!"

A sound sounded, and Changsun Sheng let go of the slingshot bag, and the leather rope on the slingshot bounced, hitting the stones inside the package into the sky.

However, the stone did not fly too high, only flew up a short distance, and then fell weakly on the snow, smashing out a black hole.

The old man, who still looked a little radiant when he pulled the slingshot, after the projectile fell from the sky, the whole person showed no energy, as if all the strength in his body was covered by the heavy snow like this projectile.

He quietly looked at the pit in the snow that had been smashed by the projectile, gasping for breath and being silent.

After a while, he raised his hand and threw the gold-wire slingshot in his hand.

The snow was fluffy, and as soon as the slingshot landed on it, it fell, covered by the snow.

The servant who was sitting on the plow with him couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly jumped down from the plow to pick up the gold-wire slingshot.

This thing is the favorite of the head of the house, and he never leaves him.

Especially after the head of the family couldn't pull the big bow, this slingshot was even more popular with him.

Now it has been thrown away.

"Don't pick it up, just let it be here."

The old man sitting on the plough said aloud, with some loneliness in his voice.

"I don't need this slingshot, just let it stay here, it's useless to carry it, it's just a pose......"

When the man heard this, he stopped his movements, and stood here looking at the old man sitting on the climbing plow, and then at the slingshot that fell in the snow, and looked very hesitant.

After a while, I didn't pick up the slingshot.

Turning back to the climbing plow, he patted the snow on his body and stared at the place where the slingshot had fallen, with a complicated look in his eyes.

But more than that, there are worries that can't be hidden.

The horses, pulling the plows, continued to walk forward.

The climbing plough crushed the snow, leaving deep marks and some creaking sounds.

The plow went farther and farther, and the traces left by the place where the slingshot fell were no longer visible, blending into the vast snow.

The team marched in silence, only the cold wind howling.

"That year! As the deputy of Wenshenqing of Runan Gongyu, I sent the princess of Qianjin to the Khan of Sha Bolu, and there were two eagle eagles competing for food in the sky, I took off the longbow behind my back, and put on the feather arrow in the pot, and one arrow was shot, and the two eagle eagles were hit by the arrow at the same time......"

The team walked forward slowly, and I don't know how long it took, when the old man, who was sitting on the plow wrapped in a fur coat, spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, with some vicissitudes of time.

It seems to be telling the servants around him, and it seems to be his own muttering.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes full of reminiscence, reminiscing about the glory of the past.

Time passes, the years change, and unconsciously, the high-spirited young man has grown old and become this gray-haired old man.

His beloved longbow had left him, and even a better slingshot could no longer be wielded.

He was old, without the vigor of his youth, and all that was left was his old body.

Still, some things haven't changed.

When he was young, he traveled back and forth between the two places for the relationship between the Central Plains Dynasty and the Turks.

With superb wisdom, extraordinary bravery, and firm will, he made great contributions to the harmonious coexistence between the Central Plains Dynasty and the Turks.

Now she is old, but she is still on the road, still working on the same thing.

The horses were gone, the longbow was gone, the slingshot was gone, and only one man was left who was no longer young.

He is still doing these things, working hard for the ideals of his youth.

Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambitions are thousands of miles.

In the twilight of the martyrs, the heart is strong......

From the person sitting on the plough and quietly listening to the old man's story, it is like a thick history slowly opening in his eyes, and it is like the long river of history flowing in front of him.

I don't know when, his face was already covered with tears.

The weather was cold, and all the tears condensed into ice droplets.

The old man on the plow was none other than Changsun Sheng, who had made a good deal with Han.

Changsun Sheng's real age is far from being as old as it seems at this time.

The trip at the end of the sixth year of the Great Cause, coupled with the pain, tortured his whole body, and this trip made him look like he was more than ten years old.

At the end of the sixth year of the Great Cause, Changsun Sheng set out from Jiangdu, braved the wind and snow all the way through Mayi, went north out of the Great Wall, and traveled thousands of miles north on the grassland, and came to the location of the Turkic royal court.

Go to meet the Turkic Shibi Khan, who had just ascended the throne, and convey Yang Guang's edict to him, asking Shibi Khan to light up the soldiers and horses of the steppe, march to the east, and attack Goguryeo together with the Great Sui, and implement strategic suppression of Goguryeo.

After completing this series of things, Changsun Sheng left the Turks and went to Zhuojun to meet Yang Guang and report on the situation on the Turkic side.

According to the agreement at that time, in December of this year, the Turkic army should have arrived.

But now, halfway through the twentieth month of the seventh year of the Great Cause, the Turks have not yet arrived.

Under such circumstances, Changsun Sheng once again took the initiative to ask Ying to solve these things.

Yang Guang originally didn't want him to go, because Changsun Sheng's physical condition looked too bad.

But seeing that he spoke earnestly, it was he who had been in charge of the Turkic side all these years.

The Turks respected him, so they agreed to Changsun Sheng's request and sent Changsun Sheng to the Turks again......

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