He hadn't been here for two years, and he didn't know if it had changed, and if the man was still there.

His eyes fell on Si Nan in the car on the side, it should already be around here.

In the distance, a small village, mostly built of stone, appeared in the sight of the army, and the general raised his hand to stop the army.

On the remote path, the general's boots made a muffled sound when he stepped on the ground, and he carried a bag behind his back, and the armor on his body drove the armor pieces to touch.

Crossing the path, he stood in front of the two huts, the doors of which were closed and there was no one in the courtyard.

However, the herbs drying in the courtyard and the firewood that had just been approved showed that there were still people living here.

The young general stretched out his hand and put his hand on the fence on the courtyard wall, patted it, and when he didn't meet it, he was ready to leave.

Originally, I just wanted to meet my old friend.

The army could not stay too long, otherwise it would delay the fighters.

Untied the bag behind his back, which was a blank pack of paper.

He was about to press his bag with a stone in front of the courtyard when a voice came from behind him.

"You are?"

Huo Quzhi looked back.

I saw Duanmu Qing carrying half a basket of herbs on her back and a sickle in her hand.

It looks like he just came back from collecting medicine.

"Miss Qing, long time no see." He smiled lightly and greeted Duanmu Qing.

He now looks much more poised than he did two years ago.

Duanmu Qing asked suspiciously, half loud, remembering the person in front of him, and was a little surprised.

"General Huo, you, why are you here?"

"Oh." Huo Quzhi took the bag in his hand and said, "The military array passed by here, so I wanted to come and have a look." ”

Saying that, he looked behind Duanmu Qing, and when he didn't see that person, he couldn't help but have some regrets in his heart.

But then he smiled with relief.

"Please also ask Miss Qing to hand this over to Miss Gu, there are still some things to do, so I will leave first."

As he spoke, he handed his bags to Duanmu Qing and left slowly.

Duanmu Qing took the bag and looked at Huo Quai, who came a little suddenly and left in a hurry, suspiciously, until he disappeared from sight.

Huo Quzhi came out of the path, turned over on his war horse, and pulled the reins.

The horse's hooves kicked a few times on the Yellowstone slab and turned around.

I wanted to see that person again, but since I didn't see him, he should have left.

He was a marcher, and he didn't know when he didn't go in the desert, so it was better to have less worries.

Why did he march?

Maybe I just hope that when someone mentions him in later generations, the name mentioned should be a general Huo Quai, not a rich and noble Huo Quai.

Or perhaps, he just thinks that he should let the banner stand in the desert, he should let the Huns not be Yanshan, and he should let the Han expand the territory.

He is a general, so he should naturally do what a general should do, and he doesn't need any other reason.

Riding on horseback, Huo Quzhi put on his helmet.

In front of him was the vast desert, and he said as if asking himself.

"If the righteousness is not accomplished, why is it selfish?"

After saying that, he thought for a moment, urged his horse away, and ran in the direction of the great army.

Hussar general Huo Qu was sick, and later generations knew that one person led eight hundred horsemen to rush into the desert, that one person retreated from the Huns, and that one person was a wolf.

But no one knows what the young general thought when he led the army into the vast yellow sand desert.

Riding through the desert, Huo Qubing seemed to see something, and looked sideways.

In the distance, on a hillside, there seemed to be a man sitting.

The man sat cross-legged in a gray garment, with a roll of bamboo slips spread out in his hand, and his hair tied behind his back was blown lightly by the wind of Shuofang.

Huo Quzhi smiled and turned around.

"Drive!"

The horse's hooves sped up a few more points.

Later, Shuofang never saw any troops passing by the edge of the village.

Gu Nan compiled the paper brought by Huo Qubing into more than ten empty books.

At this time, the paper was not improved by Cai Lun, and there were still some difficulties in writing, but it was smaller in size and more convenient. If they waited until Gu Nan finished writing what she wanted to write like bamboo slips, I am afraid that it would not be possible to fit it in a few cars.

Occasionally, you can hear Han merchants gossiping with each other in the village, and there is always the word that the border pass has been successful.

In the second year of Yuanzhen, Huo Qubing led the army to attack Hexi for the hussar general, drove the Huns for a long time, and broke the evil in the autumn of the same year. Han took Hexi, the Xiongnu tragedy: "Lose my Qilian Mountain, so that my six animals do not rest; The loss of my self and the mountains have made my wife colorless. ”

In the fourth year of Yuanzhen, Huo Qubing and Wei Qing each led 50,000 troops, went deep into Mobei, marched north for 2,000 miles, crossed Hou Mountain, crossed the Gonglu River, and annihilated tens of thousands of enemies. Kill to the wolf Juxu, in this mountain to sacrifice the heavenly ceremony, to Guyan Mountain held a sacrifice to the ground Zen ceremony, drink Ma Hanhai. All the way to the north, so that there is no royal court in the south.

Historical records record the battles of his life: Zhiqusai, Guanghenan, Poqilian, Tongxiguo, and Mibeihu.

Throughout the history of thousands of years, there are few who can be compared.

The flowers of Chang'an are gone, and the sound of stepping on horses is not heard.

After the return of the army, the city of Chang'an seemed quiet, or it may be that the sound of horses' hooves when the army returned was a little too deafening.

It had just rained in the city, the breeze was blowing, and the road was much quieter.

Water was still falling on the eaves on both sides, and the stagnant water between the stone slabs was trampled away by passers-by.

In one room, a young man lay on a bed, his lips pale.

There were still clouds in the sky, and the light that fell into the room was dim, making the room even more dim.

The young man's bed was hung with a suit of armor with a cold piece of iron shining on it, and a long sword at his waist.

The young man on the bed coughed the doctor, and he did not have the strength of a young man, but was weak.

As if this cough required all his strength, he lay on the bed and gasped for a while, and his half-breathing breath was a little soothing.

He turned his head sideways to look at the side of the bed, there was a Sinan next to the bed, and the young man chuckled and stretched out his hand and flicked it gently.

Sinan spun, spinned, and finally stopped, pointing to the north.

The boy's hand hung down on the side of the bed.

In the sixth year of Yuan Hunt, Huo went to die of illness and sealed the Marquis of Jinghuan, which meant that he would be a martial artist and a wide land.

In a small building in Chang'an, a painter put down his pen.

The scroll in front of him unfolded was a picture of a woman with light eyebrows, holding a wine cup in her hand, sitting in the snow, as if inviting wine with the flying snow.

The painting techniques and patterns are unique, and there are many differences from the paintings of this world.

The painter smiled, this painting, he painted it.

This painting is called Shuo Fang Nu, which is in the world, and everyone who views it admires it.

It's not the body in the painting, but the person in the painting.

There are countless imitation painters, but few of them have won it.

Shuo Fang girl, the posture of the country, the world is beautiful. Book of the Later Han Dynasty