Xue Shang shook his spear, picked the young general off the horse, and picked up the young general with his long arm and put it horizontally on the horse.

Xue Shang heard a low sob, tugging at the young general's pigtails and making him turn his face.

His clear eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at him aggrievedly. Xue Shang's heart tingled for no reason.

The pair of eyes that he always wanted to avoid also looked at him like this, poked his chest with his hand, and said silently with watery teary eyes: "It's all you, it's all for you..."

Xue Shang didn't want to see such a look again. He raised his hand and threw the Tubo general to the ground, and the force in his hand was very strong, and Peng Di fell to the ground with a thud.

The youngster was very strange and let him go for no reason. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring how many pieces of his ass were broken, and turned his head to run to his side.

"He will repay the grace of not killing." He turned back as he ran, promising Xue Shang in Tubo.

Xue Shang had already rushed into the formation to kill the enemy, and the Tubo people escorted the young general to withdraw. Most of the looted goods were not taken with them.

The Tibetans left behind thirty corpses, five of whom were captured alive. If it weren't for the eagerness of the Tubo people, in terms of numbers, Xue Shang would not have been able to take advantage of it at all.

From the mouth of the captive, it was learned that the silver armor boy was the princess of Tubo. The brutal little princess is thirteen years old, loves Datang culture, and the price of her willfulness is to almost lose her life in Datang.

Xue Shang was hot-headed at the time, and the credit for at least one level of promotion was inexplicably discarded by him, and the duck in his hand flew away. But he really didn't regret it, on the contrary, there was a faint sense of relief in his heart.

The circumstances of life are really hard to say, who would have expected that one day Xue Shang and Princess Tubo would see each other again.

In 838 A.D., the Shangyuan Festival is the time when the earth rejuvenates again and again.

Early in the morning, after the willow leaves finished breathing, they opened their bright eyes and faced a pair of phoenix eyes full of starlight, Jiang Yao looked at her with a smile.

Breakfast was laid out on the table as usual, goat's milk, eggs, and cakes. Milky white milk floats a few yellow-orange-orange egg yolks.

"Master, morning." Willow Leaf greeted with crooked eyebrows.

Liu Ye's hair was tied up and pinned with a purple jade hairpin. Clean and refreshing, with gestures, showing the heroism of boys. After the willow leaves are freshened, sit down.

Jiang Yao shook his head and sighed, "Ye'er, it's too conscienceless. ”

Liu Ye hurriedly held the flatbread in both hands and handed it over, "Master, please use it." ”

"Where is the food for a table? It's still like it falls when the wind blows. He pointed to the slender waist of the willow leaf.

Liu Ye stretched out his white wrist, "Master, it's all here." She bent her elbows and stretched out her five fingers, pulling out the posture to compete with Jiang Yao for wrist strength.

Liu Ye condensed his luck on his wrist, and Jiang Yao didn't use internal force. The willow leaves have slender fingers, and the palms are thick calluses. You come and go, and the two are deadlocked.

"Caterpillar." Jiang Yao glanced into the bowl and let out a low breath.

"Where?" Willow turned his head to look. With a thud of his wrist touching the table, Willow Leaf was defeated.

"I thought of someone seeing a caterpillar running away, and I said it casually."

The willow leaves could not see many feet and worms wriggling on the ground.

A handsome man like a fairy, with crooked eyebrows and eyes smiling, like a fox who has succeeded in his plot.

Liu Ye thought in his heart, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jiang Yao also laughed; "Soldiers don't get tired of cheating. The process is just the process, what matters is the result. ”

After breakfast, the willow leaves went out with a sword, and the hundreds of years old locust tree, exposed to the strong roots, was broken in a few places by the spirit of willow leaves dripping through the stone.

The trunk of the locust tree hugged by several people was already scarred. Jiang Yao said that she was a spicy hand destroying trees.

The willow leaves started another day of spicy hand destruction of the tree, and the locust tree was practiced.

Jiang Yao sat on a bluestone slab with a thick goose feather mat.

The purple jade flute plays the song "Yang Chun", bringing people into the artistic conception of all things knowing spring and the breeze blowing, and the song "White Snow" contains the awe-inspiring clear snow and bamboo.

The willow leaves are in the beautiful artistic conception created by the beautiful flute sound, and they unconsciously complete the training task.

Jiang Yao's flute contains a kind of magic, a magic that can eliminate fatigue.

Liu Ye felt that the time for him to complete the prescribed tasks was gradually shortening, and his physical strength was becoming more and more abundant.

Thousands of sword swings, speed and strength are increasing, and the wooden sword is becoming more and more handy in her hand.

She went to the kitchen to cook floating yuan seeds briskly, fried two vegetarian dishes easily, and fasted for three days every Shangyuan, Zhongyuan, and Xiayuan festivals.

Shangyuan Festival heavenly officials bless. In the middle of the year, the local officials forgave their sins, and the folk Pudu sacrificed to ghosts. The next Yuan Festival sacrifices to the water officials.

Last year today, she was alone in a small courtyard, and her sisters went into the city to watch the lanterns. She played the piano in the courtyard and admired the moon, sitting alone for half a night.

Now she is busy in the kitchen, accompanied by the melodious sound of the flute. The song "Plum Blossom Falling" seems to be a sound from outside the world.

Two lamps made of yarn are hung at the kitchen door, and two glass lamps are hung on the locust tree.

In the courtyard, there is a table with incense and candles on the table, and two lamps.

The noodle lamp is pinched into the shape of a spoon, and a small mouse is pinched along the edge of the spoon, and the eyes of the mouse are decorated with black beans.

A pot of floating yuanzi, stir-fried alfalfa, steamed tofu with double peppers. Liu Ye set up the dishes, Jiang Yao Shi Ran came over, and the two sat down next to the desk.

"Master, the apprentice respects you, now there is a master, and the apprentice can be reborn." Liu Ye poured two glasses of wine, and she drank the next one first.

"Master led the way in, cultivation depends on individuals, Ye'er's martial arts have advanced by leaps and bounds, and it is all up to you to practice hard day and night. Don't you know that you're practicing martial arts in your dreams? ”

Jiang Yao drank the wine in her glass and looked at her with a smile in her eyes.

Liu Ye also smiled, thinking about it day and dreaming at night. "Master, Ye'er presented a sword dance, and Master Bo smiled."

Liu Ye went to the bedroom brocade tent and fetched the female sword of the mandarin duck sword.

The moonlight on the heavenly street is as cool as water, and in the broken silver moonlight, the beautiful woman who stands up is beautiful, and she smiles skillfully.

The blade of the sword is unsheathed, and the beauty and the sword become one. The dazzling sword light seemed to be Hou Yi shooting down the nine suns in the sky, and his body was as vigorous as the Emperor of Heaven soaring in the sky with a dragon.

There is both the beauty of dance and the sharpness of swordsmanship.

Under the broken silver moonlight, Liu Ye was dressed in red and wrapped in dazzling sword light. The willow leaves of Russia gathered their swords and stood, like the river and the sea condensing the waves.

Liu Ye was slightly panting, Jiang Yao came over, stared into her eyes, and a faint fragrance came out of the neckline of Liu Ye, smelling intoxicating. It is not the incense of incense cakes, incense bags, or incense balls.

"Ye'er." Jiang Yao's soul-stunning phoenix eyes looked at the willow leaves fixedly, like a bottomless sea. Willow Ye's eyes were watery.

Jiang Yao whispered, "Ye'er." "Take a step forward. Liu Ye avoided the bottomless sea of stars, and whispered, "Master, the dish is cold, I'll go to hot it." ”

Liu Ye put away the sword and ran to the kitchen as if he were running away, reheating the meal.

Jiang Yao played the flute under the moon. He likes the vibes of life.

When he was learning art with the master, the master took him to run among the famous mountains and rivers all the year round, away from the crowd.

Every day with the mountains and forests as a companion, and the breeze and the moon as friends, the same day as the gods.

Just like now he and Liu Ye are facing each other day and night, and the two of them are like each other's shadows.

"Master's meal is hot." The sound of a clear spring is as crisp as a stream, and the willow leaves float over like a red cloud.

Jiang Yao stretched out his hand, and Liu Ye carefully grabbed it, "Master, you slow down." ”

The old qualifications were in a good position, Liu Ye held back a smile, and slowly helped Jiang Yao to the chair and sat down very cooperatively.