"General Ma Xuan, the Hu Xuannu you sang in the song just now, I feel like you are singing mine. I went to Chang'an when I was very young, and I spent more time in Chang'an than I did in Sa Mojian. I also performed Hu Xuan in front of the Tang Dynasty Emperor as you just sang. The concubine that the Tang Dynasty likes is not considered to be better than me, just like the part I just danced to you, that concubine will definitely not be able to jump. She's so fat! ”

"You've been to Chang'an, no wonder the Central Plains official speaks so well." Ma Lan nodded slightly.

Before he knew it, his heart was already a little messy.

"General Ma Lan, in your song just now, it was said that the fat man who danced very well rebelled? When did it happen, why haven't I heard of it, is it a recent thing? The little Sogdian beauty looked at Ma Lan and asked curiously.

“……”

Ma was silent, not knowing how to answer.

You can't say that An Lushan, the dead fat man, is your own family, there is no rebellion now, and rebellion is a matter of the future.

Bai Lotian will not be born for another twenty years, and this "Hu Xuannu" should have been a work decades later. It is now the tenth year of Tianbao, the Anshi Rebellion has not yet happened, and the Minister of Power Li Linfu is still alive, and An Fatzi naturally has no courage to rebel at this time.

If he knew that Kang Lin'er could understand the Central Plains dialect, he would never have sung this poem. The mood was a little agitated just now, and the voice was a little loud, and I don't know if Du Huan and these guys heard it......

In front of Ma Lan, Kang Lin'er was still so well-behaved, and seeing that Ma Lan didn't want to answer, she didn't ask. The little girl herself is completely open to Ma Lan.

Ma Lin also knew that Kang Lin'er was indeed a master of martial arts, especially good at assassination, and was trained as a killer in Chang'an when he was a child. The royal family of Kangguo controls these Hu Xuannu and secretly does a lot of things in Chang'an. She was brought back to Samojian by Kang Wanwan, but it was only two or three years ago.

This is also a woman with a story. Looking at Kang Lin'er's clear and clean eyes, Ma Ling said in her heart.

……

Ma Lan looked at Kang Lin'er's soft little hands, and was very curious that these little hands had killed several people.

With a wave of Kang Lin'er's hand, there was a pile of Chengxintang paper on the table, as well as a lake pen and an inkstone.

Ma Lan's eyes widened and looked at Kang Lin'er's slender waist. Her robe wasn't over, and I didn't know where she hid it.

Just when Ma Lan was puzzled, there was a big cowhide water bag on the table.

"How much stuff are you hiding? If you jumped so hard just now, won't you fall? Ma Lan couldn't help but ask.

Kang Lin'er smiled lightly, and then with a loud sound, a dull dagger fell on the table.

The dagger was extremely heavy, with conspicuous blood grooves on it, about a foot long, somewhat like a military thorn seen in a previous life. The blade glowed with a dark blue light, and I don't know what was painted on it.

"Other than that, there's only money left." Kang Lin'er looked at Ma Lan, pursed her lips and chuckled.

"I believe you're a killer now. If I really wanted to kill you just now, I'm afraid I'd be the one who died. After Ma Lan was silent for a few breaths, he looked at Kang Lin'er and sighed.

This is Kang Lin'er has opened the water bag and poured some into the inkstone, and Hao's wrist is hanging high and she is grinding the ink attentively. Listening to Ma Lan's words, the little beauty raised her head and said with a smile: "General Ma Lan, if you want to kill me just now, it won't be you who will die, it must be me." I'm quicker than you, and I've killed myself before you killed me. ”

Ma Lan took a breath of cold air, but still couldn't help but ask, "Why?" ”

"Because—I'm going to make you regret it." Kang Lin'er smiled silently, and the little hand lifted the lake pen and dipped it in ink, and then swayed smoothly on the white paper.

It's really fatal. Ma Lan sighed and muttered, "Are you Sogdian women so strong? ”

"Have any other Sogdian women ever liked you?" Kang Lin'er paused slightly, turned her head and said in surprise.

“…… No, no. Ma Luan's heart shook suddenly, and he hurriedly waved his hand.

Ma Lan, the gentleman who wandered Chang'an City back then, was the original owner of this body, not him. Those unforgettable memories do not belong to him, but to the original Ma Lan.

Two different memories were mixed together, which made Ma Lan a little uncomfortable for a while. Maybe the guy who was famous in the original history didn't really stay away from this body?

Kang Lin'er was still well-behaved, Ying Ying smiled, and no longer asked, and between the waves of Hao's wrist, small characters drawn by silver hooks and iron jumped on the paper.

"Hu Xuannu, Hu Xuannu, the heart should be stringed, and the hands should be drummed."

"The strings and drums are raised, and the snow is fluttering and dancing."

"Turning left and right tirelessly, thousands of turns and endless times."

"There is no comparison between the things in the world, and the wheels are slow and the whirlwind is late."

"At the end of the song, thank the Son of Heaven again, and the Son of Heaven will say it slightly."

"Hu Xuan danced, out of Kangju, in vain to come east for more than 10,000 miles."

"The Central Plains has its own whirlers, and it is better to fight for power."

“…………”

"Lushan Hu Xuan is obsessed with the eyes of the king, and the soldiers are suspected of crossing the Yellow River."

"The concubine Hu Xuan confuses the king's heart, and the death and abandonment of Ma Wei is deeper"

“…………”

The handwriting is strong and powerful, like a sword halberd, and it does not seem to be from a woman's hand at all. Ma Ling looked at the small words on the paper and couldn't help but nodded.

This is something that can only be written by a martial arts master, and no one else can write it.

Kang Lin'er is definitely smart, just now he sang it once, and she was able to write word for word, which is also a kind of kung fu.

"General Ma Lan, did you write this poem? I like it so much that you can give it to me, okay? Kang Lin'er dried the ink on the paper, nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Ma Lingdao.

Ma Xuan didn't speak, and the horizontal knife in his hand swung out like lightning and landed on the pile of paper. The top one suddenly cracked in two, but the paper underneath was undamaged.

"Good knife technique!" Kang Lin'er clapped her hands and praised.

Ma Luan's old face turned red, and then he realized that the paper that had been cut off by the horizontal knife was not one, but three in a row!

After all, there are still some differences, if it is really the original owner of this body, the famous ranger in Chang'an City to swing this knife, there will definitely be no such problem.

He put away half of the paper with handwriting written on it and put it directly into his arms. It's nothing for Kang Lin'er to see these words, but if Du Huan and others see them, it will be annoying. He didn't know how to explain it to Kang Lin'er, so he simply didn't explain.

Kang Lin'er smiled and didn't say much.

The two gossiped some more, and Ma Lan's mood gradually calmed down.

Kang Lin'er is proficient in martial arts, good at assassination, and understands the official dialect of the Central Plains. This Sogdian girl, who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, must not be underestimated.

She already knew about her plan, and if she was Kang Wan, she would know about it. It is impossible to kill her with resentment, after all, her life was saved by her. Without this girl, she would have died in a prisoner of war camp.

There is no other way, now we can only take one step at a time.

Behind the curtain, there was a sudden cry. The crying was getting louder and louder, and it was clear that the voice was Han Wu's.

Ma Luan's heart sank slightly, Han Wu still had an accident after all! I just hope that Sogdian dancer is not dead, otherwise it will be a ** annoyance.

Kang Lin'er and Ma Lan glanced at each other, stood up at the same time, and walked to the room where Han Wu was.

……

Seeing the situation in the room, Ma Lan couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, not knowing what to say.

The originally menacing Han Wu did not kill the Sogdian dancer, but made himself cry. The seven-foot-tall Angzang man cried like a child. Instead, the Sogdian woman gently patted him on the back and comforted him gently.

Looks like this guy has been crying for a long time. But it was a low sob, and I didn't hear it outside.

Ma Lan looked at the tall man with his head buried in the chest of the Sogdian dancer, and he was also a little speechless. He understood the words of the Sogdian dancer, and naturally understood what was happening.

This guy looked fierce before he went in, but after he went in, he didn't do anything, just hugged the Sogdian dancer and kept talking. The Sogdian woman didn't understand Han Wu's words, she didn't know that his brother was sad when he died, and she thought he had some hidden illness.

Kang Lin'er was still young, but her face was not tender, and she couldn't laugh when she looked at Han Wu and the Sogdian dancer. Seeing that no one was killed, Ma Lan was relieved.

The noise was so loud that the Anxi men heard it. With a chaotic footstep, Du Huan and several people rushed into the room, all with extremely strange expressions.

If there is something in the robe, naturally he must come over. But whoever is being disturbed in a woman's belly will probably have this expression.

"General, I'm going to buy her, I'm going to take her back to Anxi!" Han Wu's mood finally stabilized, wiped away the tears on his face, and said loudly.

"No! Our return to Anxi this time is a life of nine deaths, what's the matter with you bringing a woman! Du Huan, who joined the army, didn't wait for Ma Lan to speak, and directly refused.

Several others shook their heads in opposition. These guys, like Du Huan, were all discouraged by Han Wu, and they had no choice but to do things hastily, at this time, they were naturally extremely unhappy in their hearts, and when they saw Han Wu making such an unreasonable request, they naturally didn't want to give him this face.

Han Wu ignored a few people and looked at Ma Lu with a pleading expression. It's just half an hour's work, and he is extremely reluctant to give up this gentle alien woman.

Ma Lan smiled and said, "It's nothing to have one more person or one less person, but it's just that it is difficult to go back to Anxi this time, and people may not be willing to go back with you." ”

"Join the army, you ask her, ask her if she would like to go with me." Han Wu looked at Du Huandao.

Du Huan looked at Ma Lan, who nodded with a smile.

Let Han Wu die, for the Sogdian woman, this oasis is her hometown, why should she leave her hometown with an ignorant Tang person.

At this time, Kang Lin'er had already regained her quiet appearance, as if she couldn't understand all the words of the Anxi men.

"General, it's a secret that we're going back to Anxi, and she's still here, I'm afraid it's not good to ask like this." Du Huan glanced at Kang Lin'er, a little embarrassed.

Ma Lan looked at the Sogdian little beauty, who was still quiet, but secretly winked at him.

She had opened her heart to him, and he had to keep his secret. Ma Lu smiled bitterly in his heart and said, "It's okay, you just ask her if she is willing to go with Han Wu and be Han Wu's woman." Other things, don't say too much. ”

Du Huan nodded, looked at the Sogdian dancer and said a few words.

Du Huan speaks Persian, which is also popular in the river. After listening to Du Huan's words, the Sogdian dancer's face showed a look of surprise, and then her face showed a bright light of excitement, and she said something quickly.