After the banquet, Luo Zhaoyun sat alone in the handsome tent, with the strength of the wine, full of pride, spread out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a few poems with a stroke of the pen to dispel the wine in his heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The 100-foot building in the west of the Beacon City, sitting alone in the sea breeze at dusk. Even more blowing the Qiang flute Guan Shanyue, there is no golden boudoir thousands of miles of sorrow. ”

Luo Zhaoyun paused, wrote twice, and then changed the poem:

"The desert is dark and dark, and the red flag is half rolled out. The former army fought in Taohebei at night, and it has been reported that it has captured Gu Hun. ”

Subsequently, he went on to write: "The pipa dances with a new sound, and it is always a farewell to the old people." The chaos and sorrow are inexhaustible, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall. ”

A series of side poems, all of which are the works of Wang Changling in the Tang Dynasty, express their hearts directly, desolate and majestic, with a feeling of cold moon shining on iron clothes.

After practicing calligraphy, the wine emitted a lot, he walked out of the handsome tent, looked at the moonlight, and felt the night of the side plug.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear the sound of Xun music sounding leisurely, and the faint sound of Xun gently spread with the moonlight, a thin wisp, but there was a power that penetrated the soul.

Xun's timbre is already low and rich, revealing a little desolation.

In this quiet autumn night, this thin and faint wisp of Xun sound, the sad people have no embrace, with a little missing, and a little girlish feelings, as if this world is filled with this Xun sound.

Music has eight tones, gold, stone, earth, leather, silk, bamboo, skull, wood. Among these eight tones, Xun monopolizes the earth sound, is five tones, tunes six rhythms, rigidity and softness must be in the middle, and the light is lost; As early as the Yin Shang period, it was a major musical instrument, and its sound was simple, rich, low, vicissitudes, mysterious, and mournful.

However, it is rarely played in the Central Plains, but it has been inherited and developed among the Hu people.

Luo Zhaoyun walked into the source of the Xun sound, as expected, it came from Zi Yan's tent, the Xun sound was not strong, but it was mournful and beautiful, it seemed to have a faint and sad tune, the choked voice seemed to have endless thoughts, endless tenderness, but it also made the listener feel the desolate and helpless mood.

Suddenly, the sound of Xun stopped, and there was a slight sound of sound sleep, and Suo Zhe fell asleep.

Zi Yan stopped blowing, covered her younger brother with a quilt, and when she turned around, she found a figure standing outside the account.

"Who is it?" She walked into the door of the tent and asked tentatively.

"I, Luo Cheng!" The figure outside the account replied softly.

"What are you doing before you don't sleep?" Zi Yan also lowered her voice.

"Come out and speak." Luo Zhaoyun said.

Murong Ziyan hesitated for a moment, not knowing if it was driven by curiosity, or moved by the news that he would not disturb the people a few days ago, and did not hate him as much as he did at the beginning.

"Hmm!" She agreed, and even she didn't know why.

Murong Ziyan was dressed in a guard costume, opened the tent and walked out, the moonlight outside was very clear, sprinkled on her white cheeks, bright and beautiful, like a clear water hibiscus, and there was a kind of hollow valley orchid charm all over her body.

"Come with me." Luo Zhaoyun turned to leave, leaving Murong Ziyan stunned for a while.

"If he lets go, I'll go, hum!" Murong Ziyan was a little reluctant in her heart, but the ghost sent her to the gods, and she wanted to know what she was going to do, so she slowly followed as if she was uncontrollable.

The two men passed through the camp, and the guards saluted and let them go, and came to the shade behind the camp.

The moonlight is soft, the night breeze is cold, and the two figures are one in front of the other, similar to a walk.

Murong Ziyan was curious, but he was not nervous, after a few days of contact, he found that this Luo Zhaoyun was a decent person, and he would not deliberately trick her into doing dirty things somewhere, otherwise, he would have done it in the camp.

Luo Zhaoyun stopped, this piece of terrain is getting higher, standing here, you can cross the camp, and you can see the outline of the city two miles away.

"What the hell are you bringing me here for?"

"Let's take a look at my hometown Wangcheng, tomorrow, I plan to send someone to send you two to take the first step and send them to Chang'an City for resettlement."

Murong Ziyan was stunned for a moment, her expression was gloomy, and she muttered, "Are you finally leaving here?"

Luo Zhaoyun said: "The army from all walks of life will arrive in two days, before they come, I will send you and him away, so as not to make mistakes, please understand." ”

Murong Ziyan understood that he was worried that he and his younger brother would be exposed, which would cause him trouble.

After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth: "Okay, anyway, we are your captives and hostages, how to deal with it, we are all respectful." ”

Luo Zhaoyun said: "I can't say that, you are my guests, partners, not prisoners, in fact, you should thank me, if I didn't stop you, when you go to the Tiele tribe, the Turkic tribe, what will happen?" Is it really fair for you that you went to form an alliance, nothing more than a marriage, to marry a tribal chief, a khan, etc., and become an object that can be replaced? ”

"If you have studied the classics of Sinology since childhood, you should understand the customs of the Turkic and Tielehu people, and what rights do women have if they are like goods? At least for now, you are innocent, no one will forcibly take away your body and the right to love, you are still yourself, not anyone's attachment! ”

After hearing this, Murong Ziyan wanted to refute, but she didn't know where to refute it for a while, and she had to say that she had to go to Tiele and Turkic to ask for help before, and she also risked the idea of giving it a try, and it was a big deal to dedicate herself to the chief or son of a certain tribe, or marry the khan and ask for help.

But those tribes are afraid of the Great Sui and may not really be willing to send troops, and in the end, not only will they lose their freedom and innocence, but they will also not be able to save their clansmen.

Murong Ziyan snorted: "But without you, I don't have to beg them, the culprit is still you!" ”

Luo Zhaoyun defended: "I am a soldier, obey the orders of the imperial court, this is my duty, is it my fault?" Without me Luo Cheng, as well as Li Cheng, Zhang Cheng, and Wang Cheng, there is no shortage of generals in the Great Sui! ”

After listening to this, Murong Ziyan seemed to feel that what he said was also reasonable, this was a war between the two countries, and it didn't seem to have much to do with someone's responsibility.

"Then you, when will you go back to Chang'an?"

Luo Zhaoyun sighed lightly: "Wait for the emperor's order, but I guess soon, it won't take a year to be transferred, and before returning to Luoyang to resume my life, I will pass through Chang'an and visit you." ”

"You love to come or not, no one misses you!" Murong Ziyan took a sip, indicating that it was not rare.

Luo Zhaoyun's smile on his face, woman, what kind of thinking, isn't this three hundred taels of silver here? Duplicity, good face and vinegar, but it's also cute. (To be continued.) )