Cai Lang wanted to report the matter clearly before going back to the camp to take care of the injury, but the sharp pain in the wound was stronger than a while, if it wasn't for the perseverance to support, I was afraid that he would have fainted in pain. His back was already soaked with sweat, so he arched his hand and said, "General Xie Xiao is compassionate." He turned and walked slowly out of the main hall. Xiao Jiu stared at his back, thoughtful.

Cai Lang rode back to the barracks on a war horse, he relied on this brute strength to support his spirit, and now that he had handed over the order, the whole person relaxed, and the severe pain and fatigue came like a tide, and he was almost about to faint on the horse. The scene in this trip to Illinois is dangling in front of me like a marquee.

"Returning to the imperial court, why should we return to the imperial court? What benefits did the imperial court give us, the Han people in the Western Regions spilled their blood and reclaimed this land. As soon as the court gave an order, the great country was handed over. Where was the imperial court when the people of the four towns were all reduced to foreign cattle and horses, and when they were slaves and maids? Where was the imperial court when the blood of the Han people in the Western Regions was flowing like rivers and their wives were separated? From the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, and from the Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, the people of the Western Regions were just abandoned sons in the eyes of the imperial court. Cai Lian, the head of the Yizhou cavalry who fought side by side with him, appeared in front of him with an indignant face. It was this Cai Lian who led fifty cavalry to intercept three hundred horse thieves, and finally lost his life, and the head that was picked on the horse lance was still wide with angry eyes, and the forced eyes made Cai Lang dare not face it.

"Bastard, we are the Han army, of course the tombstones of the soldiers must be engraved with Chinese characters!" Wu Zaili, the general of Yizhou Prefecture, angrily reprimanded a craftsman who accidentally asked whether the tombstone used Uighur or Chinese characters to inscribe the names of fallen soldiers. Yizhou fell for hundreds of years, and for a long time they sued for peace with the Tibetans and Uighurs, and offered their land and their children's jade silks. For hundreds of years, the Tibetans and Uighurs lived and multiplied in Yizhou, intermingling with the Han Chinese, and gradually there was a tendency to mix. One of the principles of the guard general Wu to maintain the independence of Yizhou was that only Chinese was spoken in the army, and only Chinese characters were engraved on the tombstones after death.

The wound on the left chest seemed to burn like a sharp pain, "poof", it was the head of the horse thief stabbed, as long as it was a few points down, it was going to pierce the central mouth, for some reason, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, not waiting for the cool lance tip to rotate and stir, and his left hand grabbed the lance rod desperately.

"Drink!" shouted, and the eyes of the enemy on the other side finally revealed a sense of fear, and before he could let go, he used all his strength, endured the pain, pulled the lance a few points in, and the knife in his right hand fell, standing on the neck of the enemy chieftain, and blood splattered his body. The enemy chief gave the head, cut off the lance himself, and carefully untied the head of Cai Dutou behind the enemy chief's horse buttocks.

Seeing that the barracks were approaching and the lights in his tent were flickering, all of Cai Lang's perseverance seemed to have finally been exhausted, and after a wave of angry pain hit, his eyes turned black and he was softly crooked on his horse.

In the dark, only smelling a sweet smell, Cai Lang seemed to have returned to Jinling back then, the carefree prince and grandson, the clothes and temples, the Yue girl Wu Wa, if it wasn't for the big changes, the master took him to the northwest, I'm afraid Cai Tianhe will always be a turbid son who doesn't know the suffering of the world and plays with words and chapters all day long. Father, mother, aunt, master, and many military robes, flickering far and near, flickering bright and dark, hazy, the master suddenly wore a yellow robe, wearing a golden crown, the soldiers of the three armies all shouted at him three times Long live, on his left and right Niangniang, when he looked closely, one was Huang Nushi, and the other was the face of Xiao Zhouhou, she looked at the master's gaze, indescribable affection, just like when the aunt entered the palace, she looked at the eyes of her father. Cai Lang wanted to shout loudly, but the three of them accepted the worship of the three armies and the people, and no one looked at him. He wanted to run over and question his master and aunt, but his body couldn't move. Suddenly, Cai Lang opened his eyes, but found that he was already lying in the tent in the camp. The armor on his body had been untied, and a pair of plain hands were carefully wrapping themselves in bandages.

Anxi Jun's bandage was specially soaked in herbs and alcohol in the craftsman camp, wrapped around the wound, after the intense burning sensation and pain, it was a comfortable cool, Cai Lang's wound originally had a tendency to suppurate and malignant, fortunately he was found in time after fainting that day, and every day after that, someone scraped off the carrion for him, cleaned the wound, and he was eighteen or nineteen years old, it was the most vigorous time in a person's life, and such a serious injury was also improved.

Cai Lang was grateful in his heart, and turned around to say thanks, but the words were held in his mouth, and it turned out that the place where he changed the dressing and wrapped his wounds was actually the transcendent and noble Empress Zhou in Dunhuang City. "You've finally woken up, the doctor said, as long as you wake up, the injury is half better, but you still need a lot of recuperation. Zhou Hou put one hand around Cai Lang's ribs, spared the bandage, held the other end with one hand, carefully tied a flat knot on his side, and then cut the bandage with the scissors he carried. During the siege of Lanzhou, she often accompanied Huang Wen to inspect the wounds, and these healing methods have long been mastered.

The corners of Cai Lang's mouth moved, and he said in a low voice: "Thank you, auntie." ”

Zhou Hou's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Tianhe, why did you change your name? Your mother entrusted you to me, and my aunt is like your mother." "These days, Cai Lang always avoided not meeting with the queen of Zhou, even if they met occasionally, he always said two words and left, today he was seriously injured and in a coma for several days, after the week regardless of suspicion, he took care of him until he woke up, who knew that the first sentence of the mouth, he changed the former "queen mother" title to "aunt". That was still the name of Zhou Wei in Cai Tianhe's treatment of Zhou Wei in the boudoir before the death of Da Zhouhou.

Cai Lang was silent for a long time, smiled bitterly, and said: "In the Anxi army, there is no Jinling Cai Tianhe, and some are only Cai Lang, the centurion of the Jiaorong army. My father has been living in Bianliang and has been named the prince of Longxi County, no longer the emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and my aunt is Mrs. Zhou, who is admired by millions of soldiers and civilians in Hexi. The vicissitudes of life, things are people, and this title must of course be changed. Although he was not yet twenty years old, his words were full of gloom, like the tone of a middle-aged man who has experienced the world. Zhou Hou gasped, she didn't expect Cai Lang to misunderstand herself so deeply, originally because Cai Tianhe didn't care about his own safety and went into battle to kill and get injured together, she reprimanded angrily: "Tianhe, how can you say such a thing, you are the blood of the Cai family in Jinling, the nobles of the imperial family, how can you give up on yourself." Although your father is temporarily living in Bianliang, General Wu will rescue him sooner or later, but our family can be reunited. I have nothing to do with your master. Speaking of this, her pretty face was slightly red, and it was inconvenient to explain more, so she only looked at Cai Lang angrily, Zhou Wei has never been so misunderstood and wronged by her relatives since she was a child, if it weren't for her sister who entrusted this son to herself, she would almost have to remove the bandage he had just wrapped.