Xiao Tzu Buye led the army to leave the outskirts of Ningjiang. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although all the officers and men in the vanguard army were loyal to Yelu Zhangbo and Xiao Yingjie, they were not afraid of the army at this time.

Xiao Hemu led nearly 1,000 men and horses to join forces with Xiao Tart, and most of the soldiers who died in this fire were the soldiers guarding the outer camp, and the elite forces in the main general's camp still existed, of course, it is impossible to take revenge now.

Xiao Hemu reported the casualties of this battle, the number is quite large, Xiao Tart is not wild and gritted his teeth, vowing to avenge this revenge, looking back, many of the generals have been wounded, disgraced, but after all, it is well-trained, despite the defeat, the soldiers will symbolize the Khitan spirit of the wolf totem to protect intact, although there is no armor, but rely on sharp weapons, strict and powerful.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Tzu Buye's eyes flashed with tears, and he looked up to the sky and sighed: "It's really the trust of the marshal!" ”

The soldiers followed the generals to Zhongzhou, and when they arrived at a valley on the outskirts of Beitao, there was a sudden cold wind and heavy rain, and the Liao army was thinly dressed.

It was another night.

In the camp tent of the commander of the Liaozhong Army.

Xiao Yingjie was dressed in a wolf robe, standing in front of the window of the camp tent, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the bright night sky, the beautiful Milky Way broke through the sky, the full moon hung high, and this quiet and deep sky was inlaid with a little stars.

Late at night is a time of confusion in people's minds.

Yelu Shangda came behind him with a cup of hot tea in his hand and whispered, "Marshal, have a cup of tea and warm up." ”

Xiao Yingjie came back to his senses, his expression was still so indifferent, he turned around and took the teacup, and the moment he touched the bottom of the cup, a wave of warmth came to his heart, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, just for a moment, he said lightly: "Is there anything you want to report to me?" As he spoke, he lifted the lid of the teacup, and a thick burst of tea smoke rushed towards him, and the tea with a faint fragrance surrounded people's noses. The water temperature is a little high, and Xiao Yingjie is very careful when drinking tea.

Yelu Shangda took a deep breath, "Marshal, Ningjiang is lost!" He really thought about it for a long time, but he didn't know how to report it. Forget it, let's be honest.

Xiao Yingjie was suddenly stunned after hearing this, and calmed down after only a while, and continued to take a sip of tea carefully, he... It seems to be hiding something... Ning Jiang's loss undoubtedly gave him a heavy blow!

Xiao Yingjie turned around and looked at the night sky again, in fact, this was not surprising to him, from the time Yelu Yanyan helped him find the Northeast Prefecture and county defense map, he had already found the loopholes in Ningjiang's defense, so after getting the holy decree, he sent Xiao Tzu Buye to quickly support with elite soldiers, but... It's still slow. sighed slightly, some regrets, some pity, and some disappointment.

Yelu Shangda heard his sigh behind him, and seemed to have guessed something, and comforted: "Marshal, don't worry, it's too late to say anything now, King Yelu Shi can't hold the city, presumably the marshal should have expected it, wait to see if Xiao Tzu Buye can take the city back." ”

Xiao Yingjie just smiled after hearing this, and didn't speak again.

Not long after Yelu Shangda's words fell, the curtain of the marshal's tent was opened, and Yelu Wankuo walked in, first glanced at Shang Da, and then looked at Xiao Yingjie's back, sighed softly, and clenched his fists with both hands, "Marshal, vanguard... The army was defeated on the outskirts of Ningjiang. ”

Yelu Shangda was taken aback, obviously not believing this news, and then looked at Xiao Yingjie to see how he decided.

Xiao Yingjie's lonely back and arrogant expression did not change in the slightest, compared to the loss of Ning Jiang, this will not surprise him, he took a sip of tea, holding the teacup in both hands.

In order to make them rush to Ningjiang City faster, Xiao Yingjie removed the heavily armored iron cavalry, ironclad infantry and heavy attacking machinery, and the vanguard army of this lightly armed reinforcement army wanted to recapture Ningjiang Prefecture, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it was inevitably difficult for some strongmen, he knew that such an outcome might occur, so when the army just came out of Gufeng Ridge, he sent the right wing army to secretly stationed in Aodong City, first contained the Bohai Sea, and waited for the situation in the northeast to change speed out of Erlongling. Through the Bohai Longquan Mansion, it attacked the hinterland of Jurchen Yingyang.

Although the loss of Ningjiang has put the Northeast and Liaozhong armies into a relatively passive situation, now the initiative in the war depends on his hands, and there is no need to be nervous. Looking up at the beautiful starry sky, who did he think of?

The full moon tugs at the heartstrings, the beautiful light spreads to the earth like a silver mist, the night is so beautiful, the house is so quiet, and the lights are bright.

Lu Lan sat at the desk, looking up at the full moon as dazzling as a jade plate, silent...

Yin'er walked over with a purple-red delicate mink robe in her hand, draped it over Lu Lan, who was thinly dressed, and said with concern: "Miss, it's so late, let's rest early." ”

In fact, the heating measures in the Lu Mansion are still quite complete, and the same is true for the Yingju, even if it is a cold winter with snow and gluttony, it is as warm as spring and March, Lu Lan does not feel cold at all, of course, Yin'er's kindness, she did not refuse, put on her robe, and said softly to Yin'er: "Now I am not sleepy, Yin'er, you go back to the room to rest first." ”

"Miss..."Yin'er bit her lip sadly, lowered her head, and muttered, "Miss, don't think about it anymore..."

"I see." Lu Lan squeezed out a smile, "Okay, obedient, go back and rest." ”

Yin'er raised her head and glanced at her, it was indeed not early now, she couldn't stay in Lu Lan's room all the time, and after thinking about it, she said softly: "That... Miss, I'll go first, don't catch a cold. As Lu Lan's personal maid, Yin'er lives in a bedroom not far from Lu Lan's room, and Lu Lan is not worried about her, it is still quite safe in Lu Mansion, especially in Tianying's residence.

Lu Lan watched Yin'er disappear around the corner of the bedroom, and after a while, the sound of the door closing lingered in his ears.

The night breeze was breezy and the wind chimes in the room sounded crisply, and the golden candlelight illuminated the whole room as bright as day.

Lu Lan's bedroom is not so simple compared to Ziqiu's room, atmospheric and luxurious objects fill the whole room, the nine hundred and ninety-nine East China Sea best amethyst woven curtains cut off her bedroom and hall, there is a pair of pure gold carved dragon and phoenix incense burners in the center of the bedroom, delicate and luxurious, the dragon and the phoenix dance opposite each other, lifelike, the dragon and phoenix mouth constantly spit out a fragrance called purple orchid, refreshing, as if breaking into the Nine Heavens Wonderland, I don't know the clouds.

After Lu Lan sent Yin'er away, she leaned on the Luohan bed to read, but at this time, her eyes were attracted by the night sky outside the window, and even more eye-catching were the scattered stars and the full moon that captured the sky, took a deep breath, he... Are you also watching the moon?

After a while, she came back to her senses, got up and put down the reading materials in her hand, and came to the shelves by the wall of the house, where a treasure was placed in each square shelf, including the Pearl of the Ninety-Five Nights, the Supreme National Treasure of the Bohai Kingdom; There is the Marshal's Mansion through the Tiger Head Shuai Seal; Now there's an extra delicate paper kite. Lu Lan quickly browsed the treasures in each shelf, and finally attracted his eyes to a bamboo flute.

This is a very ordinary bamboo flute, there is nothing special, it can't even compare to the jade seat that supports it, it is like an outlier in this luxurious and extravagant shelf, but it occupies an irreplaceable position in Lu Lan's heart, take it down, and when you touch it, tears begin to roll in your eyes.

Leaning against the window, the full moon is shining, the stars are dotted, and the sadness is hard to eliminate.

Slowly move the bamboo flute to his lips, exhale gently, and hear the sound of the flute faintly coming out, the sound is pure and clear like the sound of heaven, and it seems to be whispering in the ear, faint thoughts, and dancing in the wind.

Lu Lan's eyes closed slightly, and crystal tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

The sound of the flute was distant and desolate, as if flowing out of the gap between the fingers, whimpering, crying silently, stretching thousands of miles away, hurting the parting sweetheart. …

On the hill on the outskirts of Zhongjing, Xiao Yingjie looked at the sunset and the colorful fallen leaves in the distance, and asked softly: "Miss, why are you so good to me?" ”

"I don't know!" Lu Lan smiled, her tender white face rose a touch of crimson against the rays of the sunset, and she sat gently on the grass, looking at the sunset in the sky and the migratory birds flying in the sky, as if in contemplation, and then looked at his cold side face, still so lonely, so arrogant, took a deep breath, and asked rhetorically, "Xiao Lang, do you believe in love at first sight in this world?" ”

After Xiao Yingjie heard this, he was suddenly stunned, glanced sideways at her, just smiled bitterly and looked away. She is the daughter of the Lu family, even if the royal family and nobles see her, they have to give three points, and he has no identity and no status, but he is just the child of a deceased woman, believe it or not, what can it be? …

The night is silent, the full moon is shining, the wind is whining, and the chill is rising.

Lu Lan's tears slowly slid down the tear stains on her cheeks.

The sound of the flute in the air is clear and desolate, the beauty on the ground is like crying, accompanied by sorrow, accompanied by sorrow, echoing in the back garden of this Lu Mansion, rippling microwaves, flying leaves, killing people's souls, whimpering flutes but can not tell the joys and sorrows of the world. …

"Miss, give it to me!" Xiao Yingjie looked at Lu Lan's running back, no longer chasing, the early morning sun shone on his face, there was no arrogance, no indifference, just innocence and sorrow, horror and begging.

"Don't give, don't give!" The naughty Lu Lan turned to look at him, hiding the bamboo flute in his hand behind him, but his smile was so sweet.

"Miss, I beg you, this thing is very important to me, take it... Give it to me. Xiao Yingjie lowered his head and said sadly.

"Tell me what it is?" Lu Lan took out the bamboo flute behind him and played with his fingers savagely, but he didn't mean to give it to him.

Xiao Yingjie was startled, raised her head and glanced at the bamboo flute in her hand, and looked away again. The other party is a pampered eldest lady, and her own low-status naturally does not dare to rob her, firstly, for fear of hurting Lu Lan, and secondly, for fear of damaging the bamboo flute, she explained: "This... It's just an ordinary bamboo flute. ”

"Of course I know it's a bamboo flute!" As soon as Xiao Yingjie's words fell, Lu Lan immediately answered, pouted, held the bamboo flute behind his back, and walked towards him slowly, pausing deliberately for a moment when passing by him, and then walked by. He still did not dare to move, nor did he dare to take it. Lu Lan turned her back to him, the corners of her mouth were lightly raised, and she smiled, is this a smile of victory? Looking at the cheap bamboo flute in his hand with a hint of shabby, he said coldly, "You are now a member of the Lufu Fire Qilin team, and you don't use knives and guns as companions all day long, but you often look at this bamboo flute in a daze..." ”

Xiao Yingjie just listened and didn't answer.

Lu Lan waited for his explanation, but didn't get any reply, and smiled coldly, "Okay, don't say or force you, I'll hand over this bamboo flute to Uncle Yang and see what he does!" ”

"Don't, don't, don't!" Xiao Yingjie was shocked, hurriedly turned to look at Lu Lan's back, and begged, "Miss, don't do this, I beg you." It... It is a relic of my mother..."...

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, like a clear phoenix, lingering on the roof beams, not dispersing for a long time, extremely sad.

The gentle and desolate sound of the flute floated far away, as if Xiang'e sprinkled tears all over the bamboo after hearing it, and the plain girl in the nine heavens was also full of sorrow.

In Yin'er's bedroom, listening to the tear-jerking sound of the flute, her heart hurt, and she muttered: "Miss... It will pass. "Just as there are strangers in the folk who write poems:

The song of Han Xiao is sung for you, and the full moon captures the sky to remember the lover. I don't know who knows about girls? Tears stained the clothes.