Zuo Yin, Bai Yifeng, and Bai Jing bought a lot of ingredients, and then they went home leisurely, but they didn't expect to see Bai Mo'an in the courtyard as soon as they entered the door, quietly raising their heads and looking at a bright moon.

A lone shadow under the moon.

Bai Yifeng seemed a little afraid, hesitated for a while, and still shouted, "Second uncle." ”

Bai Mo'an sighed, looked at the three of them, and said slowly: "Let's all enter the house." ”

In the words, there seems to be some loneliness.

Bai Wei took a step forward lightly and asked timidly, "Second uncle, you know everything." ”

Bai Mo'an had already raised his legs and walked towards the inner room, but when he heard Bai Ying's words, he turned around and said, "No matter what happens, you guys will be fine." ”

This is his promise to his dead brother.

It won't change.

Bai Yifeng and Bai Jing couldn't help but be a little moved.

For the righteousness of their second uncle.

Unspeakable emotions echoed in the chests of the two.

Bai Yifeng hurriedly took a few deep breaths, replied to his frivolous attitude, and said with a smile: "Anla, Anla, let's go into the house quickly, after staying in the patrol room for a while, my stomach is about to be hungry." ”

After that, put his left hand on Zuoyin's shoulder and his right hand on Bai Ying's shoulder, and urge his brother and sister to enter the house.

Bai Wei made a sly grimace, "My brother is the most greedy." ”

Bai Yifeng was indignant and said: "The sky and the earth are big, and the food is the biggest, is there any problem?" ”

Zuo Yin looked at the brother and sister and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go in quickly." ”

Seeing that Zuo Yin had urged, Bai Yifeng was naturally overjoyed, and for the first time he found that when he was arguing with his sister, he also had a reliable helper, and he glanced at Bai Yin proudly, and stepped into the back room with dignity and dignity.

Seeing his brother's appearance, Bai Wei naturally covered his mouth, smiled, and a pair of clear eyes were like a crescent moon, with a different color in the night.

These eyes, but in that moment, reminded Zuo Yin of someone, a woman he had met.

A woman who was close to him and was reading a book together.

Her breath seemed to swirl around her.

It made him a little stunned.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Bai Wei saw Zuo Yin looking at her intently, and she was a little happy and shy in her heart, the girl's mind was always so indescribable and elusive.

I'm afraid that even Bai Jing himself can't explain his emotions.

A hint of blush appeared on the girl's cheeks.

A little sweetness blooms like a flower in her heart.

The girl turned her head and went straight to the kitchen, but in that step, there was a kind of happiness no matter how you looked at it.

left Zuo Yin with a small back, and the white neck was also in the moonlight, which was extremely eye-catching.

Zuo Yin shook his head, dispelled his distractions, turned around and entered the back room.

Dinner, naturally, is the best hot pot for winter.

Winter in Bian'an City is cold and dry, and hot pot is also the most popular delicacy.

In the back room, four people sat together, Bai Wei in the left and white in the right hand, and Bai Yifeng in the left hand, facing the second uncle of the brothers and sisters, Bai Mo'an.

Such an arrangement is naturally a girl's careful thinking, but a certain party is not aware of it at all, and only cares about eating with Bai Yifeng.

And the girl's original joy turned into a certain sullenness.

Pulling alone.

Bai Mo'an noticed his niece's emotions and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

After speaking, he gave Bai Jing a piece of pig's blood and recommended: "Eat more of these, it's good for your health." ”

Bai Jing pursed her lips, turned her head and said, "I don't like this, I'll clip it myself." ”

Ignoring Bai Mo'an's question.

Bai Mo'an didn't care, children of this age are like this, and they came over like this, of course they understood, and they began to eat by themselves.

Bai Yifeng and Zuo Yin eagerly chatted about what they saw and heard in the martial arts hall today, of course, Bai Yifeng still didn't say a word about his inexplicable disappearance at noon.

Everyone has a little secret, and Zuo Yin didn't ask.

Speaking of the moves displayed by everyone, Bai Mo'an also became interested and participated.

It is nothing more than that each family that practices martial arts has its own special skills, and the names are all very beautiful.

Speaking of Song Junyi's "Yan Thorn", Bai Mo'an thought for a while and said affirmatively: "This is the stunt of the Song family in Hujun, this Song Junyi is not very proficient, otherwise, the Yan Thorn with the footwork of the Song family is very powerful." ”

Bai Yifeng finished a wheat vegetable with dissatisfaction, then wiped his mouth, and said directly: "Second uncle, haven't you seen it, I heard that Zuo Yin directly hit it with the handle of the knife, and that Song Junyi was on the ground like a lobster, haha." ”

Bai Yifeng's words were vivid, and even Bai Ying, who had never been interested in martial arts, laughed when he heard it, and his little head leaned forward, intending to listen carefully to the chat of the three people.

Zuo Yin smiled helplessly, waved his hand and said: "That 'Yan Thorn' is indeed very strong, but the speed is not fast enough, otherwise I will have a headache, that Song Junyi's footwork is very exquisite." ”

Bai Mo'an nodded, "Although the martial arts of the Boling Cui clan are the most famous, other families also have a lot to offer, but Zuo Yin, how did you train these skills, I'm afraid, you can't train on the battlefield alone, right?" ”

Zuo Yin was a little silent, he was Bai Changzhi's disciple, and he planned to keep it all the time, otherwise, it might have an impact on his studies in the Lecture Martial Hall.

Seeing that Zuo Yin was silent, Bai Yifeng said with a smile: "Zuo Yinqiang is strong, second uncle, what do you care about so much, come, eat, eat." ”

Then he stood up again, quickly grabbed the chicken nuggets, and said proudly: "There are not many chicken nuggets, if you don't want them, they will all belong to me." ”

When Bai Jing heard this, he was shocked, and hurriedly made a move, not much slower than Bai Yifeng, and complained while grabbing: "Brother is really cunning. ”

Bai Yifeng seemed to be encouraged, and laughed shamelessly.

Winter, hot pot, brother and sister, second uncle.

These warm scenes also made Zuo Yin a little warm.

At that moment, he no longer hesitated, and proudly joined the battle for chicken nuggets.

Laughter spread throughout the room

Southern Xinjiang, the base camp of the Cangnan Army.

Tonight is a rare moonlit night in southern Xinjiang, many soldiers have walked out of the camp, looking at the soft moonlight, stunned, I don't know whether they think of their parents, or their new wives, or their newborn children.

Moonshine is the easiest to mourn.

In the big tent of the Ministry of Fire, Bai Changzhi held a wolf in his hand, splashed ink with a pen, and wrote a page of messages boldly, then sighed, looked at the big bow hanging in the corner of the tent, and was silent.

It is the great bow of the mountain capital king patrol.

Immediately, Bai Chang made up his mind, stood up, carefully tied the long knife "back water" to his back, took one last look at the longbow, and disappeared into the tent.

As the night deepened, the soldier in charge of replacing the candle flame announced outside the fire tent: "Boss Bai, it's time to change the fire." ”

There was silence in the tent.

There doesn't seem to be a glimmer of life.

As if sensing something, the soldier suddenly opened the curtain of the tent, and immediately saw the empty tent.

Originally, he was still comforting himself in his heart, but when he saw a piece of paper on the long case in the middle, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

With uneasiness, he quickly skimmed through it, and then his face changed drastically.

The base camp of the Cangnan Army, the big tent of the Chinese army.

Cui Jiuling, the commander of the wind department, gritted his teeth, looked at the paper in his hand, looked at the ink on it, and his hands were trembling.

Those who are familiar with Cui Jiuling will definitely be surprised that this Confucian general, who has always been elegant, would be so discolored.

Below, the soldier was half-kneeling, his head bowed deeply.

The face is bitter.

"Slap", Cui Jiuling slapped this piece of paper on the case, fortunately he withdrew it at the last moment, otherwise the case would have been scrapped.

The originally angry look gradually tended to be melancholy.

Cui Jiuling asked, "Does anyone else know?" ”

The soldier immediately bowed his hand and said: "After seeing it, I came directly to Cui Dutong you, and the others are unknown." ”

"Well, you're doing a good job, don't make a noise about this, you go down first."

"The subordinates retired."

After the soldier left, the camp tent of the Chinese army was deserted again.

Immediately, Cui Jiuling copied the paper again, and divided the new one into three parts, which were packed in three letterboxes.

Then the bell rang.

"Jingle Bell"

"Jingle Bell"

"Jingle Bell"

It rang three times.

Three silver-armored riders appeared in the tent of the Chinese military camp, arching their hands, speechless.

Cui Jiuling looked at the three of them, handed over the three letterboxes, and then said in a deep voice: "These three letterboxes will be handed over to Gong Wu within seven days." ”

Seven days?

Even though these were three veterans, even though these three men had already carried out many missions, they were still amazed by this crazy order.

Looking at the eyes of these three people, Cui Jiuling stared at them and only said six words:

"Don't hesitate! All! Price! ”

Seeing the flame in Cui Jiuling's eyes and the meaning in the flame, the three of them nodded heavily.

Then he left.

The big tent of the Chinese army is quiet again.

After a while, Cui Jiuling said to himself: "Lao Bai, Lao Wang died to support you, you don't have to be so impulsive." ”

A sigh echoed in the big tent of the Chinese army.

In the seventh year of Yongshou, when the Spring Festival was approaching, the Cangnan Army and the Ministry of Fire were all white, one person and one knife, and disappeared into the camp, leaving only a piece of paper.

On the paper, he wrote about the guilt of the king of the mountain capital patrolling the dead hands, as well as his hatred for Chu Ge and Chen Ye.

Immediately, he wants to take revenge.

He wants to use Chu Ge's blood to pay tribute to Wang Xun.

General's revenge.