The north wind blew, and the yellow sand swept the sky, almost obscuring the sunset.

The sound of horses, on the edge of the clear Zheng Canal, hundreds of pack horses bowed their heads to drink, and occasionally some horses raised their heads and neighed in the sky.

Su Lu looked at the flooded bridge deck and ordered: "Pass the order, go down from here, and cross the river in turn." ”

The heralds answered, and in a few moments the procession was moving, and the guards went first, testing the depth of the water and the width of the bridge, and after laying the signs, the pack horses and carts marched in turn.

As the cars and horses passed, the river gradually became muddy, and the position of the bridge deck gradually became unclear.

The mound asked, "Captain, let's go over, and when it gets dark, the river will be even cooler." ”

Su Lu nodded, took off his boots, rolled up his trousers, and waded directly across the river.

The cold water of the river seems to be because in late autumn, the cold almost pierces the bone marrow, and the wind blows through the water and blows on Su Lu's calves, as if he is cutting with a knife.

Su Lu couldn't help but think of an ancient poem he had memorized, Wang Changling's stopper.

Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife.

The flat sand is not gone, and the gloom is in the dark.

In the past, the Great Wall was fought with high morale.

The yellow dust is ancient and ancient, and the white bones are messy.

The little mud next to him asked Su Lu excitedly: "My lord, how do you read the first two sentences, it sounds very feeling?" ”

Su Lu looked at the little mud and said casually: "Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife." ”

"Didn't we just spend this autumn river after drinking horses, the water is bitterly cold, and the wind is like a knife."

Xiao Ni nodded and said very approvingly: "My lord, you are really knowledgeable, when I was a beggar, I didn't have enough food and clothing in winter, and I was blown on my face by the wind, which was really like a knife cutting my face." ”

"Drinking horses and crossing autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife."

The little mud jumped out of the water, landed on the opposite shore, and shouted excitedly.

The procession crossed the Zheng Canal and continued to move forward, and after a short time, there was a dense sound of horses' hooves in front.

The two scouts came on horseback, and when they came to Su Lu, they grabbed the reins, and the horses neighed, and the man stood up.

"Report, my lord, the Beizheng battalion sent the Dingzhu army Zhao Pudu to meet us, and we have arrived at the foot of Lintao Mountain."

Su Lu nodded: "Okay, you report to Governor Zhao Pudu, today we will camp at the foot of Lintao Mountain." ”

The scouts answered.

Su Lu also gave the order, and the team increased its speed and rushed to Lintao Mountain before dark.

Little mud didn't know if he was born with a liking for poetry, or if he was stunned, and he recited the two lines of Su Lu's poems over and over again along the way.

"Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The flat sand is not gone, and the gloom is in the dark. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry."

A hearty and atmospheric voice sounded from the front, and a team of guards came on horseback, with silver light armor and phoenix wings, led by Zhao Pu, the governor of the Dingji Army.

"This is a poem made by everyone, Captain Su, you want to introduce it to me."

Before Zhao Puren arrived, the voice had already reached his ears.

Su Lu patted the grain bag under his buttocks and greeted Zhao Pu: "Governor Zhao, here." ”

When Zhao Pu saw Su Lu, he rode over, and his face was full of eager expressions: "Captain Su, if you introduce me to the person who recited the poem just now, Pu will be very grateful." ”

The little mud sitting on the wheels was dumbfounded.

Su Lu smiled and pointed to the little mud: "Governor Zhao, this is the master of poetry." ”

Zhao Pu was stunned for a moment, but he obviously didn't look down on Little Mud's young age, and respectfully saluted Little Mud:

"Little brother and talent, I recited those two lines of poetry just now, can I chant them again, Zhao felt resonant when he heard it, and it was difficult to control himself."

"Drinking horses and crossing autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife?"

Little mud looked at Zhao Pu suspiciously, what he just read was these two sentences, he already felt very good, now Zhao Pu praised, Xiao Ni was also very happy, the adult's poems are indeed very good, Beiyang's only talent in these years is not in vain.

Zhao Pu's eyes lit up, and he urged: "Yes, yes, that's it, what is the next?" ”

The little mud shook his head, he memorized these two sentences, the back was too long, he didn't remember it, and it was even more impossible to recite it.

Zhao Pu was anxious: "Little brother, this poem has a very good artistic conception, and everyone who can do this poem must be everyone, Zhao Pu is willing to recite it on his behalf, so that this family can be famous in the Han Kingdom." ”

"No, not only the Han Kingdom, but with these four sentences, you can also leave a name in the poetry world, and the name will be passed down through the ages."

"Little brother, if you can't do the remaining half, the chance for this name to be passed on through the ages will be gone."

Zhao Pu looked pity.

Xiao Niba pointed at Su Lu: "This poem was made by my family, he has finished it, I listened to him read eight sentences just now, it's quite long." ”

When Zhao Pu heard this, his eyes turned to Su Lu, his expression was resentful, and he looked like it was actually made by you.

"Captain Su, you recite the poems in the back again, let me open my eyes, don't worry, when you go to Beizheng Daying in the future, if something happens, you can come to me to help you settle it."

Su Lu waved his hand casually and said:

"It's not what I did, it's what a senior did, and I'll recite it to you."

Su Lu read the poem again, Zhao Pu's eyes became as bright as a light bulb, and looking at Su Lu's appearance was like looking at a rare giant panda:

"Captain Su, your senior, are you in the army now?"

After speaking, he didn't wait for Su Lu to deny it, so he said to himself:

"Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife, if my guess is right, you have just crossed the Zheng Canal, how about it, is the water cold?"

"The day of Pingsha is not gone, and the gloom is in the dark. On the way I came just now, the north wind blew up the yellow sand, almost burying the sun, well, let's camp at the foot of Lintao Mountain tonight. ”

"This section of the Great Wall was built during the Western Han Dynasty, when the Huns were resisted, but there were great feats, the yellow sand all over the ground, and the yellow sand thousands of years ago, should be the same."

Zhao Pu, who was riding on the horse, looked unsatisfied, and the appearance of tasting the song was as if a foodie was gnawing on pig's trotters, very satisfied.

"This senior who made poetry is Su Duwei, right?"

Zhao Pu looked at Su Lu directly, and without waiting for Su Lu to answer, he rode up with a high-pitched voice.

"Drinking horses and crossing autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife......"

The sound of horses' hooves, wrapped in the sound of this poem, is melodious, and it is thought-provoking.

At the foot of Lintao Mountain, the camp was erected, and the carts formed a chariot array, and the unloaded grain, grass and pack horses were surrounded in the middle, and the guards all relied on the chariot array to set up their own sleeping nests.

Next to a fire, Zhao Pu looked at Su Lu and shook his head repeatedly, with a look of incomprehension: "This is a good poem, and spreading it will only increase your fame, Su Duwei, you are still hiding it, it's too inauthentic." ”

"Let me tell you, Brother Su, when this poem reaches the capital, you will definitely become the bosom friend of our battlefield generals, and I will read this poem to my grandfather when I turn around, and he will definitely do it if you let him go up the sword mountain and down the sea of fire."

"Shameless."

Su Lu said with a smile.

Zhao Pu looked unhappy: "I just praised myself for being a battlefield veteran, and I am much better than you, a guy who wrote poems but didn't dare to recognize it." ”

"Hey, Brother Su, don't say it, this poem is really my taste, I came to Xuanfu Jiedu Mansion to be a soldier, I made a lot of money this time, I listened to two poems in a row, I am really happy."

"Start in the morning to conquer the priesthood, and travel to the hometown ......"

In the voice of Zhao Pu's duck-like chanting, Su Lu was stunned, this is another poem that you have made a fortune......