The man was surprised, let go of his hand, and fell.

A scream pierced the night sky.

Mu Yunyin and Huang Li were shocked to hear it.

The two of them leaned on the window and looked down, only to see this man, lying on the ground, it took him half a day to get up, and like his brother, he limped and disappeared into the vast moonlight.

Mu Yunyin rejected Huang Li's suggestion to sleep with her and blasted Huang Li into the attic next door.

"I'm still used to sleeping alone."

Mu Yunyin said, carefully checked the doors and windows, and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Mu Yunyin and Huang Li woke up and informed Ah Zhen and Ah Xiu that two men who had not appeared for half a year last night came to look for them, but they just fell.

"I don't know what the injuries of those two men are, I wonder if they will come tonight?"

When Ah Zhen Ah Xiu heard this, she burst into tears of joy.

"Even if he has a conscience, I thought he died outside and didn't come back." Ah Zhen smiled happily and wiped away her tears.

"The eagle that flies out will always return to its nest." Ah Xiu blushed as the sun above her daughter's lake.

Mu Yunyin and Huang Li went down to the first floor and saw their horses, and someone had added fodder at night.

After breakfast, they brought the dry food prepared for them by Ah Zhen and Ah Xiu, and the two of them whipped their horses and walked out of the daughter lake.

Along the road, two days later, I finally returned to Mufu's old house in Yunnan.

When Mu Songyang took the family to Jiankang, the land property had been sold, and only this old mansion was left, leaving enough pension money to be guarded by two elderly couples.

Seeing Mu Yunyin suddenly come back with Huang Li, the two old men shed tears of joy.

"The girl came back on horseback?"

"Yes, Grandma."

Grandma looked at Mu Yunyin's delicate body and bones, and was very distressed, and ordered Ah Weng to slaughter chickens, and was busy washing rice and cooking. When Huang Li saw it, he hurriedly ignored the fatigue along the way and helped Grandma busy.

Mu Yunyin borrowed the body of his cousin to come to Mufu, and when he woke up, he was seriously ill, and when he first recovered from the serious illness, he followed his father to Jiankang.

When he came back with Huang Li this time, Mu Yunyin had time to look around.

Although my father went to Beijing early, my father's room was still cleaned by Grandma and Weng, as if waiting for my father's return at any time.

In my grandmother's room, there was even a charcoal basin.

"In winter, the old lady's room is damp, and I am afraid that the old lady will come back suddenly, and there is no dry room, so Grandma put a charcoal basin in the room to absorb moisture and dehumidify."

Grandma saw Mu Yunyin looking at the room where there was no one, and there was a charcoal basin, and she was busy explaining.

"Grandma Aweng has worked hard, when the moon is cold, you should also add more charcoal pots, don't worry about not having enough money left for you two old people."

Mu Yunyin said, and asked Huang Li to take out some more broken silver and hand it to Grandma.

"We have nephews and grandchildren nearby to take care of, and the firewood for heating in winter will be picked up by our nephews from the mountains for us, Miss Yin doesn't have to worry about us, besides, the winter here is not cold at all."

Mu Yunyin listened to it and finally felt a little relieved.

Turning to her mother's room, Mu Yunyin suddenly found that in her mother's room, there was a portrait of her father when he was young.

On the portrait, the young father is handsome and heroic.

My father was dressed in blue and white armor and a flying white cloak on his shoulders.

Looking at the portrait of his father, Mu Yunyin's thoughts drifted to his father again, after these days, his father should have already returned to Jiankang and returned to Mufu.

"Father, forgive my daughter for being unfilial, I didn't have time to wait for my father to enter the house, so I came to Yunnan in a hurry. Father, are you okay, you don't blame your daughter, do you? ”

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In the imperial history, Cheng admired and praised, because he was familiar with the shortcut, at this time, he had already come to Songhe Town in the north early before King Qi.

Flower hair and beard, the heroic General Long Xiang back then, is now incarnated as a woodcutter named Songbo.

The gale in the north blew Songbo's flower hair fluttering, but it could not shake the figure standing in the gale.

Mu Songyang is so familiar with the geography of this place that he knows where dry firewood is available all year round.

Before the young King Qi came to Songhe Town, Mu Songyang had many things to accomplish.

"It's been eighteen years, and I'm back."

Looking at the rolling mountains in the distance, as well as the military camps stationed in the mountains, Mu Songyang's heart was rolling with pine waves, but his face was like a native woodcutter.

The place where Mu Songyang settled was an adobe house outside the town that had been abandoned for many years.

The three dilapidated houses show how many years no one has been living in, but in this deserted suburb, it is indeed the best hiding place for Mu Songyang.

Before dawn, Mu Songyang drove a carriage to the mountains near the border to chop wood. Then pull it to Songhe Town to sell.

After returning from selling firewood, he went to the mountains near the border again to cut firewood, and then pulled it back to the courtyard and put it in the dilapidated wall.

Twice a day, the thunder does not move, unless it rains or snows all day, it will not take a few days to get familiar with the terrain.

Because the firewood of this Songbo is of good quality and the price is fair, Mu Songyang soon became familiar with the people who bought firewood in Songhe Town.

"Songbo, send a truckload of dry firewood to my house tomorrow."

A young lady with two children alone said to Mu Songyang.

"Okay, lady."

On the second day, Mu Songyang delivered the firewood to the lady's house on time.

"Qin Niangzi, is it okay to put the firewood pile under the shed?"

"Okay." Qin Niangzi replied while going to the house to get the money.

"How old is the little brother?" Mu Songyang asked the little boy.

"Four." The little boy was cute.

"Do you like horses? Does your dad know how to ride a horse?"

Seeing the little brother of Qin Niangzi's family looking at his horse, Mu Songyang asked casually.

"Yes, Daddy said, and he rode a horse every day to inspect the barracks."

The firewood needed in the military camp is the big one, and Mu Songyang has to drive a carriage to the foot of the mountain every day to pull firewood, and then send it to the military camp.

The military master in charge of procurement in the military camp will let Songbo drive the carriage and follow him into the barracks.

Songbo likes to put a dry branch next to the seat cushion of the carriage, and a white cloth towel is on the branch, and when his face is sweaty, Songbo pulls the cloth towel to wipe the sweat.

On the white cloth towel, there is a red cloud.

The cloth scarf fluttered in the gale of the north, like a blood-stained battle flag, fluttering in the wind on the battlefield.

The soldiers in the barracks found that Songbo, who had brought firewood in the past two days, was very majestic, and his horse was covered in black, and there was a white mane on the horse's neck.

Some soldiers of a certain age came over curiously to watch.

"What's the name of your horse?"

"White-maned dragon foal."

"Good name."

Some soldiers listened, and then looked at the red clouds fluttering fiercely in the wind, and a hint of surprise secretly appeared in their eyes.

Eighteen years have passed, and on the battlefield of Liyang that year, the neighing of war horses sounded in their ears again.

Looking at Songbo's body of more than eight feet, he is still tall and mighty after eighteen years, and some people's eyes have tears flashing.

They seemed to see the young General Long Xiang galloping on a prancing horse on the battlefield eighteen years ago.