Chapter 472 Snowy Night, Old People, Tenderness (Three More Requests for Subscription)

"Military Division, Yanmen Military News!"

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and Wang Xirang walked in with a body of flying snow. Templars,

In the tent, the charcoal fire was burning. The raging flames lit up the entire tent.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and the cold wind blew in with the snow.

The flames in the brazier swayed violently, and the sparks that burned from the charcoal flew up. The stars are scattered outside the brazier.

At this point, it was late at night outside.

The night wind ravaged the land like a raging beast. The dry woods, with a creepy wail.

The sky was dark and oppressive, and the goose feathers and snow were falling.

In the tent, although the charcoal fire was lit, it was still very cold.

Lu Heng and Ah Gui sat by the brazier, stretched out their hands, approached the brazier, the red charcoal fire, and enjoyed this rare comfort.

Three days ago, the army set out from Taiyuan, day and night. Today, it is less than 100 miles away from Yanmen Pass.

In addition, the heavy snow fell again tonight, and the road ahead was confused and blocked. In the evening, Lu Heng glanced at the front of the snow-covered mountain in front of him, and simply ordered the extremely tired soldiers to rest in place. Take a break to recuperate.

The night was about to pass, and the soldiers outside, with their heads resting on their scabbards, were sleeping soundly.

Seeing Wang Xirang walk in with a solemn face, Lu Heng's eyelids jumped.

stood up, took the sealed military newspaper with one hand, and asked Wang Xirang, "What did you say above?" ”

Wang Xirang opened his mouth, but lowered his head. After shaking, a look of pain flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Lu Heng's heart suddenly sank.

He no longer hesitated, and after unfolding the military report, he glanced at it by the blazing firelight.

Just one glance, Lu Heng's whole body suddenly trembled.

"Strategist, ...... you" After Wang Xirang saw Lu Heng's face pale and his eyes flickering, he chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask with concern. ，

Lu Heng took a deep breath, raised his head, closed his eyes, and said slowly, "I'm fine!"

It's just that the hand that held the military newspaper and trembled sharply showed how painful he was in his heart at this time.

With his eyes closed, his heart was turbulent like a stormy wave.

The scene of laughing and chatting with Wang Wu in the past once again hit my heart.

That year, that month, that day, in Qixia Temple, the-for-tat confrontation with An Peng, the scene of life and death protection is vivid.

However, it has not been seen for two years.

But it's just a piece of paper, separated by yin and yang.

Ay!

Lu Heng raised his head, his eyes closed, thinking of Wang Huzi's hearty laughter, his heart was extremely painful.

"Strategist, we ......"

Wang Xirang secretly raised his sleeve and wiped his moist eyes. He choked up.

After hearing this, Lu Heng lowered his head, clenched the military newspaper in his hand tightly, and then took a deep breath, his eyes were full of coldness. He said to Wang Xi: "Go, the army will start early tomorrow morning." At ten o'clock in the evening, we must rush to Yanmen Pass! ”

Wang Xirang nodded heavily, bowed his hand, and replied in a deep voice: "Yes!" ”

"Go ahead!" Lu Heng waved his hand and turned around. Lightly gave way to Wang Xi.

Behind him, Wang Xirang took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, turned around and lifted the curtain, and walked into the whirring cold wind.

After Wang Xirang left, Lu Heng, who couldn't hide his sadness in his heart, couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Slowly sat down, opened the military newspaper that was crumbled in his hand again, and looked at it leisurely. Thoughts wandered, and unconsciously, tears remained.

Beside him, Ah Gui saw the big words on the military newspaper by the light of the raging fire.

Yanbei Military News: Wang Wu died!

Ah Guijin clenched his fists, trembling all over, and his face was extremely hideous. , in the eyes of the tiger, the murderous machine is awe-inspiring.

The sound of heavy breathing, like the low roar of an ancient beast, made people feel creepy and frightened.

However, when I saw Childe covering his eyes, tears rolled down. Ah Gui felt a pain in his heart, stepped forward, and said in a hoarse voice: "Childe, people can't be resurrected after death!" You ......"

Lu Heng lowered his head and was silent. He held his right hand over his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"You go and rest first, I'll be quiet like a person!"

Lu Heng raised his hand, waved his hand and said, the sadness in his tone that could not be concealed made Ah Gui feel extremely sad.

Ah Gui looked at the lonely shadow of the childe, opened his mouth, and stopped talking on his face.

After thinking about it, Agui still nodded slightly and bowed: "Yes!" ”

raised his head and glanced at Childe fixedly. Ah Gui hesitated, then turned around and walked out of the tent.

The moment he left the tent, there was a cry behind him that Childe tried to suppress.

In an instant, Agui's heart was like a knife, and he raised his head and looked at the vast night sky, the falling snow. Tears.

The snow is falling, and the silence falls.

In the stillness of the night, only when the snow falls, there is a rustling sound.

Ah Gui, who was standing at the door, struggled several times, and wanted to turn around and go back to persuade his son.

However, after hesitating a few times, Agui still held back.

After lifting his sleeves and wiping away the tears from his face, Agui turned his head, glanced at the brightly lit tent not far away, clenched his fists, took a big stride, stepped on the snow, and walked towards the tent.

There, Ouyang Mochou, who was with the army, didn't seem to have fallen asleep.

Inside the tent, there was silence.

In the brazier, on the burning charcoal, the red flames swayed in the wind.

Occasionally, scattered sparks flew up, but they quickly extinguished and disappeared into the sky.

Sitting in front of the brazier, Lu Heng lowered his head, recalling the scene when Wang Wu once sacrificed his life to save himself. It was difficult to hide the sorrow in my heart, and tears fell like rain.

The hoarse cry echoed low in the tent, making people smell bitter.

After a while, the curtain of the tent was lifted.

Ouyang Mochou, who had a tired face, was wearing a goose yellow robe as elegant as a fairy, standing at the door, looking at the man sitting by the brazier and crying in a low voice.

Seeing this man who was full of Zhou, he cried bitterly. Ouyang Mochou felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, bit his lip, and slowly walked in.

She walked gently to the brazier, stretched out her hand, and took down the steaming teapot that had been hanging on the charcoal fire. Then gently pour a cup of tea.

Holding it with both hands, he lightly opened his lips, and after blowing, he slowly walked to Lu Heng's side. Take a seat.

handed the teacup to Lu Heng, his eyes were as gentle as water, and he looked at the man with tears streaming down his face. said softly: "People can't be resurrected after death, you, you are so sad, I'm afraid that your subordinates will be anxious for you!" ”

Lu Heng lowered his head, covered his eyes, and choked up: "He saved my life!" ”

Ouyang Mochou sighed softly, looked at the dancing flames in the brazier with leisurely eyes, stretched out his hand as white as jade, pinched the fire stick, and picked the flames. Throw the stick into the brazier and clap your little hands. Turning his head, his eyes were smiling, and he said to Lu Heng: "Then you can avenge him!" ”

Lu Heng was silent for a moment and let go of the hand covering his eyes. His eyes were firmly fixed on the dancing flames in the brazier. After staring at it like this for a while, he nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Definitely!" ”

Beside her, Ouyang Ruolan heard this, and after looking at Lu Heng fixedly with her beautiful eyes for a moment, she turned her head and looked at the faint blue flame in the brazier. Yan Ran smiled.

The two of them sat quietly together, saying nothing, doing nothing. Just faintly looked at the flames in the brazier that were gradually extinguishing.

The atmosphere was peaceful.

The night passed before you knew it, and when it was getting light outside. Ouyang Mochou, who sat with Lu Heng all night. The little hand raised and patted the rosy cherry lips, and yawned sleepily. Turning his head, he looked at Lu Heng with a smile in his eyes, and asked, "It's okay, I'm going back to sleep if it's okay!" ”

Seeing that Lu Heng smiled slightly, he nodded. Ouyang Mochou held his knees and slowly stood up.

At that moment, Ouyang Mochou, who was over thirty years old, under the goose yellow robe, his body was wonderful, concave and convex.

"Gone!"

Ouyang Mochou waved his hand and glanced at Lu Heng, who was still sitting by the brazier. Then he turned around lightly, like the wind swinging willows, and walked lightly towards the outside of the tent.

Just as she was about to walk to the door, she heard behind her, Lu Heng's voice hoarse called him: "Wait! ”

"Are you okay?" Ouyang Mochou stopped, turned around, and looked at Lu Heng with a smile. Meiyan smiled and asked softly.

Lu Heng lowered his head, took a deep breath, and then raised his head and looked at the door, Ouyang Mochou like a fairy. After smiling, he held his knees and stood up sharply. After tidying up the crumpled kaftan on his body, he strode over.

Walking straight to the front and back of Ouyang Mochou, Lu Heng's footsteps stopped.

It's just that before Ouyang Mochou could react, Lu Heng smiled, stretched out his arms, hugged the woman's delicate body, and forcefully took Ouyang Mochou, who was a little panicked, into his arms.

His arms hugged the woman's delicate body tightly, his chin rested on Ouyang Mochou's shoulder, and he sniffed the woman's hair deeply.

At this moment, Lu Heng surprisingly did not have a trace of evil thoughts in his heart. I just want to hug her tightly and feel the only warmth on this battlefield from her body.

After taking a deep breath, after the faint fragrance on the woman's body, Lu Heng raised his head and looked at Ouyang Mochou with clear eyes. His voice trembled, and he said sincerely: "Thank you!" ”

After hearing Lu Heng's sincere thanks, Ouyang Mochou, who was being held by him, slowly released his clenched fists. Stretched out his hand and patted Lu Heng's back gently, smiling. Shaking his head, he said, "You're welcome!" ”

The cold wind swept through the snowflakes, and a corner of the tent was blown up.

Looming, a man and a woman hugged each other tightly. In this cold winter, give each other the warmth of their hearts.

The wind stops, the curtain falls,

Heavy snow fluttered and fell from the sky again,

The rustling sound is still soft......

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