From a geographical point of view, the Qi Dynasty is located in East Asia by the sea, with the Yangtze River originating from the roof of the world and the excellent geographical environment suitable for agriculture irrigated by the Huangshui, and the biggest enemy of the dynasty, all dynasties are the northern nomads, basically without exception, which has a great connection with its unique geographical environment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Compared to Central Asia, which has been in a long period of division and reorganization, as a link between Europe and Asia, the Qi Dynasty should be considered lucky, and the current capital of the Qi Dynasty, Xuandu, is brewing a counteroffensive against the northern nomads at this moment.

On the fifth day of the ninth lunar month, the day before Ding Si's personal expedition.

The moonlight Manman, the soft silver light faintly painted all corners of the Xuandu.

The barracks made an exception for a half-day holiday, the smoke of cooking rose early among the neighborhoods, and the pedestrians in the market for dozens of miles were in a hurry, all of them were busy selling wine and meat, holding banquets, and being very busy. Although it is not a festival day, it is a crowd, and it does have the feeling of thousands of lights.

Beyond the lights, there was an indescribable gloom.

After all, tomorrow will bring the armor, and the people who are concerned about it will be separated by a beacon of smoke.

I don't know that under the same moonlight, there are several sorrows.

In front of a dilapidated medical hall in Nanshi, a thin old man pulled the door and turned his head to look at the broken wooden shed.

In his hand, he had some tattered household belongings, as well as his beloved precious plum blossoms. walked through a few houses, knocked on the door of the neighbor's old man, and entrusted his worthless but reluctant objects to the neighbor to take care of.

After all, I will go out with the army tomorrow, and I don't know when I will be back.

His identity is a conscripted military doctor, and he is very ordinary.

"Yu'er, they're going on a campaign too?" Lao Ding took a puff of cigarettes.

"yes. That group of turtle grandchildren! Arakisu snatched the hookah from the old man, squatted down in front of the house, and smoked.

"Brother, you have to take care of some children." The old man turned his head, his eyes were timid, but very sincere.

"I'm all old bones, and I still take care of them?" Arakisu suddenly choked on the smoke and coughed loudly.

"I, I made some steamed buns, you bring them, maybe you can meet You'er and them, they are cute and eaten." Lao Ding Tou was suddenly a little embarrassed, and said, "If you really don't meet it, you can eat it as dry food yourself......

"When I was young, I ate dragon meat and tiger meat, and it was rare for you to have steamed buns?" Araki laughed, his big hand stretched out and slapped the old man's shoulder, and the two old men squatted on the threshold, looking at the moon hanging on the willow tops, and they were fighting.

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In the dilapidated wine shop outside the Ganye Temple, the hotel owner has already driven away the other guests, and his son will go on an expedition tomorrow, he just wants to close the stall early today, go back to say goodbye to the child, and tell the child a few words to save his life.

But he didn't dare to drive away the general in front of him, Long Ju, the commander of the Flying White Guard, was not something that a civilian like him could offend.

The boss had to look up to the sky and yawn a lot, and the right to be a tactful eviction.

Long Ju raised the wine bowl and saluted the bright moon from afar.

Then take a big sip of the spirits.

My heart was suddenly aroused by the strong liquor, and I felt a different kind of emotion.

Long Feibai, you are an idiot, your ambition and enthusiasm in this life coincide with the battlefield, you can be regarded as lucky, why worry?

Just be, the peace of the family and country that can be exchanged for desperately is the heart for you!

Even if you don't have a chance in this life!

Dropped the wine bowl and threw out a silver coin, Long Feibai turned around and left.

Only the back of the moon is left to this majestic temple.

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The bronze mirror is dimly reflected, revealing two beautiful people who are grooming in the mirror.

The wooden comb in Yueji's hand swept Lan Shuxiu's long hair, and her heart felt pity and pain, and she couldn't help but sigh faintly.

When Lan Shu heard this, she didn't look back, and asked softly, "Sister Ah Yue, but I'm feeling sorry for Master Murong again." ”

When Yueji heard this, she said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "He went north today, and he walked with Qi Fuzi with Zhang Dabang." As he spoke, he stroked the comb along his hair and said, "Little naughty ghost, my sister is feeling sorry for you." Tomorrow's ......"

Lan Shu's shoulders loosened, and she patted Yueji's hand back and said, "Lan'er's injury is already healed, Sister Yue doesn't have to worry about it." ”

When Yueji heard this, she suddenly laughed out loud: "What you said is quite similar to what you learned from Master Murong!" As he spoke, he seemed to think of Murong Yuan, and suddenly there was a burst of melancholy in his heart.

"Sister Yue, do you regret following Master Murong for working so hard?" The little girl seemed to hold back her strength, and finally asked the question that was pressed in her heart.

"Lan'er, my sister just knows that you may be lucky enough to meet someone in this long life, and after meeting that person, you will know that you have changed in this life, and such a change may eventually become the meaning of your life. You say, if it were you, would you regret it? Yueji said indifferently, and stuffed a grape into Lan Shu's mouth, which was considered to be blocking the little girl's mouth.

In fact, she didn't answer Lan Shu's question after all, and she didn't care if Lan Shu could understand it, after all, she didn't know the answer from the beginning.

The bronze mirror reflected the faint cold light of the bright moon outside the window, Lan Shu seemed to understand whether she understood or not, chewing the sweet and sour grapes in her mouth, while muttering Yueji's answer.

Is it me?

Suddenly a little confused in my heart, that person, did I meet it?

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Ten miles of long pavilion outside the city of Xuandu, at this time the population has been sparse, next to the official road, a monk and a layman sit in the pavilion and drink tea relatively. Seeing that the moon herbal tea was faint, the two did not leave.

The monk has a high nose and deep eyes, and it is no tree; The layman is elegant and graceful, but it is Murong Yuan.

"The future of the sacrificial wine is unclear, do you still want to go?" Wushu asked, sipping tea.

"Whether a monk can become a Buddha is still unknown, but do you still have to chant scriptures?" Murong Yuan replied with a smile and made a cup of tea.

"The sacrificial wine is funny!" Wushu replied indifferently, paused, sighed, and said, "Maybe it's really as the sacrificial wine said, the current situation at this moment is indeed to seek peace. But ......" said as if laughing at himself, but did not speak.

When Murong Yuan heard this, he was also stunned, and after a while, he drank a glass of wine, and then said without a tree: "But if you can't win the battle, it will be in vain to seek peace." If you can't make peace......" Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think a lot, raised his head and drank a cup of tea, and then asked: "Monk, the envoy of the giant gate asked you to persuade Your Majesty not to kill Ah Qi." ”

Wushu smiled and nodded slightly.

Murong Yuan stared at Wushu and asked with a smile, "Then you are not afraid of the punishment of the Seven Sins of Light?" ”

Wushu shook his head and said, "This body of the monk is quite scary. But the monk, I want to go to the Hell Dao to cultivate! ”

Murong Yuan sighed and said, "At that time, I was anxious to save the disciples, and I couldn't comprehend the master's thoughts...... Alas, but if An Shi were to be re-elected, I would never have watched my disciples die. ”

Wushu said with a smile: "The sacrificial wine is thinking about the pattern of the world, and the monk thinks that it is indeed a trick of the people's hearts, no wonder the sacrificial wine ...... It's just that if the disciples live this time, I'm afraid they will become more and more like monks rather than sacrificial wine. As he spoke, he drank a cup of tea.

Murong Yuan sighed: "He has his destiny, I have my path, but when we meet in the future, the monk has to teach him more." As he spoke, he raised his glass to Wushu.

When Wushu heard this, he laughed and said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, it's hard to say that the monk passed on the mantle, and it's hard to say." ”

The two cups touched, and the two looked at each other and laughed. After that, the two stepped on the official road and went their separate ways.

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The prison of the Criminal Department, a single prison, is small and narrow, but it is relatively dry and clean.

Four plates of delicate snacks were taken out of the food box one by one, although they were all vegetarian, but they were also exquisite.

In addition, a pot of vegetarian wine was added today.

Through the iron bar, a pair of slender hands quietly lined up the food. He sighed at the emaciated back of the prison and slowly removed the brim of his cloak.

A beautiful and vulgar face was revealed, but there was no green silk on her head, and she turned out to be a beautiful nun.

"Spirit...... Master Mingkong, thank you for your trouble! The back of the dry seat suddenly spoke, and although the breath was weak, it was already much better than the previous days. As he spoke, the man turned around slowly, and although he was in prison, he was still neatly groomed, his prison uniform was not wrinkled in the slightest, and his hair was tied with straw ropes, so that there was no mess. It's just that this person looks haggard, which makes people feel pitiful.

The nun silently watched the man quietly eat the vegetarian food in the food box, and suddenly felt a pain in her heart.

Separated from this cage and separated from this Buddhist gate, it seems that the loving ones have become strangers.

They were restraining each other, and they both knew that the other was restraining themselves, but they all had to be so restrained.

Perhaps, this is the best gift you can give to the other person.

"Why should Wei Lang be polite?" Mingkong sighed lightly, stretched out the brocade chopsticks in his hand, and pinched a piece of lotus root, his eyes were condensed, looking at Wei Qi, and suddenly he wanted to send the lotus root to Wei Qi's mouth. But halfway through the chopsticks, he realized that something was wrong, withdrew his hand and came back, and ate the lotus root in a daze.

The two sat opposite each other and ate silently. Both of them ate very slowly, as if intent on prolonging the silence.

When the dishes on the plate gradually emptied, Mingkong silently poured the vegetarian wine and handed the wine glass in.

"Wei Lang will go out with the army tomorrow, and the concubine is ...... Oh no, poor nun wishes Gongzi to get his ambition fulfilled......" Mingkong suddenly didn't know how to continue this sentence, and the wine glass was halfway up, already a little overwhelmed.

"Wei Mou thanked Shitai, Wei Mou hopes that Shitai will be happy in his heart, be at ease, and not be disturbed by the chaos of the world." Wei Qi's voice was indifferent, he raised his head and drank the vegetarian wine with tears.

Easy? Oh, yes! It's just that I don't know if I can be happy if I forget about each other in the rivers and lakes after that?

Suddenly, a question came to her mind, she raised her head slightly, and asked softly, "You...... It's really that light...... Someone who teaches? She had endured these words for a long time, but today she still couldn't help but ask.

Wei Qi didn't answer, just smiled, turned his head and sat back, his back to her again.

She silently put the dishes away. But when he heard this, Wei Qi suddenly said: "Mrs. Shi, there is a reluctant invitation below." ”

She stared at Wei Qi's eyes, and the tip of her heart suddenly trembled, Wei Qi had never asked for her, could it be ......

He wasn't going to ask her to wait for him to come back from his expedition, was he? Did he want her to join the church? Wouldn't it be for her to assassinate someone? It wasn't to make her wait for his death and die for him......

The mood is chaotic, but it is all the quirky thoughts of some little girls......

She suddenly felt a little inexplicably happy in her heart, she knew that no matter what Wei Qi asked her to do at this moment, she would be desperate to meet it. So she let out a soft "um", silently made up her mind, and stopped moving.

"Mrs. Lao helped Wei bring some books to ......" Wei Qi's voice was faint, and said: "There has been nothing in prison these days, Wei wants to ask for some books, and some pen and ink!" ”

The little expectation in her heart was broken, and the little nun let out a "oh" and felt ridiculous again.

"Dare to ask what book Childe needs?" Ming Kong's hand continued to clean up, and asked casually.

"It's good to stop learning, save your heart, and learn from the glory and withering!" Wei Qi's voice suddenly turned to gloom.

The plain hand suddenly stopped, the eyebrows were frowning, and a pair of eyes looked at the withered back that had turned his back.

With a sudden sigh in his heart, Mingkong packed up the food box, pulled up his cloak, and silently walked into the moonlight outside the prison.