Chapter Seventy-Two: It's No Compare to a Pawn

He thought he had mistaken it, so he took a closer look at the maid's beautiful eyes, but he quickly proved that there was nothing wrong with his eyesβ€”two tears rolled down the maid's pale red white cheeks.

Ling Xiaohan was very surprised, even if the melody seemed to be a little sad, he wouldn't cry!

He was just about to tell the archer about this strange discovery, but when he turned his head, he saw that the archer also had tears in his eyes and a sad look.

"I'm Cao! What's wrong with you guys!? ”

He finally couldn't help but cry out.

The singing was interrupted, and the maid looked at Ling Xiaohan with teary eyes, then wiped her cheeks lightly and waved at Ling Xiaohan: "General...... The slave and maid sang badly, please forgive the general. ”

Ling Xiaohan felt very sorry for his gaffe, this was the first time he had broken his creed.

"No, no...... It's a good song! I didn't say it was bad......"

He hurriedly explained, but stuttered a little.

The maid lowered her head and pursed her lips lightly, looking a little sad and pitying.

Ling Xiaohan couldn't bear it even more, and hurriedly explained: "You sing really, really well!" I just saw that you were too sad, so I couldn't help but ask...... Asked ......"

In the end, he stood up in a hurry.

The maid nodded slightly, but two more tears ran down her eyelashes and landed on her cheeks.

The more anxious Ling Xiaohan became, the more he didn't know what to say.

But he saw that the archer wiped away his tears, got up and saluted the maid, and said with admiration:

"Rong Zai said bluntly, the song he sang just now was gentle and beautiful, and he was ...... But I've never heard such a nice tune. ”

The maid raised her head, looked at the archer with a slight surprise on her pretty face, and then smiled indifferently: "Your Excellency has won the prize...... The slave and maid sang badly. ”

The archer hurriedly said: "In the next sentence, it is really true!" The melody of this song is gentle and melodious, if it is about to leave; The singing is high and low, like a natural sound, and I can't find any flaws...... In addition, although the words are very euphemistic, the meaning of sadness is integrated into them, such as falling snow, silently, making people feel a sense of gloom and coldness, but listening to the lyrics and songs, you will cry...... is so talented, but only succumbed to a maidservant, it is really ...... Pity! ”

At the last sentence, the archers hesitated for a moment, but still said it heavily.

In ancient times, such a blatant outspokenness about the injustice of women's plight was really rare. And it should be even rarer for an ordinary soldier to say this to a servant.

The maid also looked a little surprised, and then gave another salute: "Thank you, my lord, the slave and maid have no talent, although the lyrics of this song were originally made by the little girl, but the words and sentences are dull and rude, and most of them are cultivated by the father, and the father of the family teaches the slave and maid to sing, so they take it as the tune." ”

The archer praised from the bottom of his heart: "Such a great talent as my father must be a master of the world!" ”

"The little girl is just an ordinary person."

The maid smiled lightly and gave another salute with shame.

The archer said very seriously: "In today's troubled times, most of the masters of great virtue and talent live in seclusion to avoid chaos, and they can't display their talents in their chests, and they don't want to show off. ”

The maid Liu Yexiu raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at the archer in surprise.

Ling Xiaohan didn't understand what they were talking about at all, but looking at the appearance of the maid, she also knew that the archer coaxed her very happily, and she was a little envious of the archer in her heart, but she didn't expect that the inconspicuous little soldier to be so good at coaxing girls, and in some aspects she was about to catch up with herself!

While admiring, I couldn't help but take a closer look at the archer, but found that he was also good-eyed.

Ling Xiaohan wanted to take the opportunity to rub the results of the archers, so he grabbed a sentence:

"Yes, yes! That's what I mean! Whirling, whirling! ”

He suddenly remembered that the teacher had used an idiom to describe the beautiful singing voice in class, but he forgot what the word was, only remembered what it seemed to be.

The maid covered her soft lips lightly and nodded, "Thank you, General." ”

The archer was intoxicated by the maid's lyrics, and was pulled back to reality by Ling Xiaohan's interjection, and was so frightened that he hurriedly clenched his fists: "General." ”

Ling Xiaohan saw that these two people were chatting very affectionately, but he felt very unhappy like a fool, so he decided to go on the road immediately.

Led the horse, Ling Xiaohan rode up first, and then pulled the maid on the horse, and the archers led the horse in front of the sword. As for the corpses, naturally they don't care.

Ling Xiaohan asked the archers to go in the direction of the defeat of the right army.

Along the way, more than a dozen soldiers of the Right Army who escaped were found one after another, and those soldiers cried and followed when they saw Ling Xiaohan.

After traveling for more than two hours, when the sun was setting down the mountain, he encountered a small group of defeated soldiers of the Right Army.

Ling Xiaohan was a little surprised, but also very happy - although these soldiers were not fully dressed and armored, they were very embarrassed, but after all, they had gathered almost a hundred people, which was much better than being alone.

Ling Xiaohan asked these soldiers carefully, after determining that it was unlikely that there would be more soldiers who escaped, he felt that the purpose of this trip had been achieved, and there was no point in going to the scene of the incident again, and more importantly, after listening to the accounts of many soldiers who were ambushed, he was subconsciously a little jealous of this, for fear that the enemy army would still ambush there, and he didn't want to step into the trap again.

Ordered the whole army to rest, bury pots and make fires.

Said to be cooking, in fact, there is nothing to eat, at least in Ling Xiaohan's eyes, those that can't be called food at all, fortunately, the barbecue he ate has not been digested, and his stomach is not hungry, so he chatted and laughed with the maid, and regarded it as a rest.

After the soldiers and horses finished eating, Ling Xiaohan didn't want to spend the night in this wilderness, so he ordered the whole army to fight and return to the Zhoucang camp.

Everyone didn't know about Zhou Cang's camp, and they were all puzzled, but Ling Xiaohan had a plan in his heart - he was going to find that god general to take revenge, but he didn't know where that nerve was, so he naturally had to ask Zhou Cang.

He didn't have the idea of marching planning in his head, let alone foresight, but he did whatever he wanted, and did whatever he wanted.

And what he wants to do most now is to kill the god general in Zhou Cang's mouth, avenge his plan, and more importantly, to find his face in front of everyone, especially the maid!

However, he forgot the way back, and the Yellow Turban soldier died, which was troublesome.

Unexpectedly, the maid remembered the way back and whispered to Ling Xiaohan.

Ling Xiaohan was pleasantly surprised, and according to the maid's guidance, the soldiers and horses marched at night, and a few hours later, the sky glowed with light silver light, and Ling Xiaohan also returned to the canyon before.

He really didn't want to stay in this sad place for another minute, and more importantly, he didn't want his soldiers to know the result of his fiasco.

But now, only he knows the way to Zhoucang Yingzhai, and he has no choice but to follow his vague memory and drive in the direction he thinks is right.