It was a fine day, and in the afternoon it was the time of the sun, and the gates of Lulongse were wide open, with Batu riding in front and the Wuzhisu carriage behind, and two carriages with the eldest princess's bounty stacked on them, and if you opened the oil-paper packages, you could see that they were stacks of books.

Zhao Yin and Baima Fuzhou took a few generals of Lu Longsai and sent them to the outer gate of the city.

Shi Yong also followed, he didn't go out of the city gate for a long time, the air was fresh, the sun was warm, and the bottom of his heart seemed to bloom with big flowers. With the signing of the alliance between the two countries, the war was declared over, and even the birds in the sky hovered much more freely.

"Pilot—"

Ahead is a mountain pass, with mountains and mountains that are almost invisible to the sky. Batu stopped his horse and turned to Zhao Yin and the others.

"Send you a thousand miles, and there will be a farewell. Say goodbye to all of you. ”

Zhao Yin stopped his horse, and everyone stopped.

Wu Risu also jumped down from the carriage with the curtain open, bowed his head and bowed goodbye to everyone.

"The green mountains do not change, and the green water flows forever. Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a date later. ”

Zhao Yin returned the salute: "There will be a period later!" ”

Batu saw that he was still unsmiling, and smiled slightly, "There will be a period later!" ”

He held on to the reins, turned around and rode his horse, "Ride!" ”

Wu Risu glanced back and said to everyone: "Goodbye, Metropolitan Governor!" ”

Zhao Yin: "Goodbye!" ”

Wu Risu took a deep breath, then slowly stood up straight, got into the car, raised his whip and made a crackling sound in the air, "Drive!" ”

A few horses stepped out of the hooves on the official road, the afternoon sun was still good, the people, horses, and wind on the official road seemed to condense into a static picture, gradually blurred, swallowed by time little by little, into a mottled painting.

The white horse held the boat with fluttering clothes, stared at it for a long time and smiled: "I've gone far, are you still reluctant to go back?" ”

Zhao Yin said: "Let's go back." ”

Shi Yong raised his head slightly, looked at the two people standing in front of them, and then looked at the endless green mountains in the distance through them.

Autumn is over, winter is about to begin, the mountains are turning yellow, and everything is gradually sleeping, along with those buried hearts, all melted into this mountain peak.

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The wheel of history has crossed this yellowed page and opened a new chapter.

On the third day of October in the 22nd year of Guangqi, at the end of the year, the army of Wuliang Khan was assembled, and the camp was raised, and the camp left the Qingshan camp and went north. Passing through various passes, they have strengthened their vigilance, and the common people are hanging prayer flags, setting off firecrackers, and worshipping their ancestors and thanking the heavens.

At that time, the Wuliang Khan King Amu Gulang and the Great Yan Emperor Zhao Yin discussed an alliance in Beijing, and the two countries were peaceful for 39 years.

On the same day, the Great Yan Jingshi held a grand sacrifice to the heavens.

The nine-year-old crown prince Zhao Yunzhen ascended the altar on behalf of the emperor to pay homage to the sacrifice, and announced to the world, commended the three armies, promoted the general of the Fubei Army, and reduced taxes to several state capitals that were deeply affected by the war.

Princess Baoyin and her entourage stayed in Lulongsai for seven days, and then set off to return to Tianshou Mountain, accompanied by the Dongchang public servants and the factory governor Baima Fuzhou.

Jiayi took away the second prince of Wuliang Khan to Lai Sang, and directly sent it to Jingshi.

Three days later, the holy decree arrived in Lulongsai, and Huo Jiujian, the deputy general of the Fubei Army, led the troops north to Songting Pass.

On October 15 of the 22nd year of Guangqi, the imperial court arrived at Lulongsai, and after handing over military affairs, Zhao Yin, Wei Xiaolong and other generals returned to Beijing to report on their work, and the Jinyi guards accompanied them.

On the day of departure, Lu Longsai fell with his first snow since this winter.

The silver-covered Lu Longsai is white and expansive, with battlement walls, arrow towers, guard towers, and beacon towers, after fading away from the smoke of gunpowder, it seems to have become a plain world. On the school ground, the soldiers lined up with halberds to see off the Beijing troops who came from afar, and some of them got along well and even hugged their heads and cried.

The parting snowflakes were finally dyed with heavy sadness.

On the side of the official road outside the city gate of Lulongsai, the banner is flying in the snow wind, and a newly built stele pavilion stands brand new, the four corners of the pavilion and the pillar body are wrapped in red satin, and the red flower of victory is tied, but the stele has not yet been engraved.

"Grand Duke, please inscribe."

Lu Longsai guarded Xiong Feng with pen and ink in both hands.

The erection of the monument carries the matter, one is to sing the praises of virtue, and the other is to warn future generations.

Zhao Yin looked at the snow-white paper and the overwhelming snowflakes, and did not start writing.

"A thousand years of success, a little floating clouds. Success or failure comes from the pen and ink of scholars, why should I write. ”

The guard held a pen and paper, tilted his head, and looked snowflakes and embarrassment.

Shi Yong glanced at him and said with a smile: "My lord, write it." Although it is not worth mentioning the merits of the thousand years, it may be a scenic spot after thousands of years, which can benefit the people. ”

Zhao Yin looked back at her.

She wore a felt hat today, her small face was in a scarf, her eyes were full of snow with a smile, and the big black went around her legs, as if chasing snowflakes, and the black fur and snowflakes seemed to merge into a painting.

It's just a beautiful view!

Zhao Yin looked up at Lulong Pass, the city wall of the mountains and mountains was tactful, he stroked his sleeves and lifted the pen, and the line of words was strong and powerful, sprinkled:

One night the wind came to see the horses' hooves,

Thousands of red emeralds are crushed into mud.

Chasing fame and fortune from all over the world,

To enter the customs, you must see Lu Longlow.

Thousands of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, a hundred years of great memories have become reminiscences.

When he is young, he often boasts of good flags,

It is not as good as heaven and earth and people are united.

Qiongzhi hunts the winter wind,

The country never sleeps.

The wind falls the hat, the snow falls the hat, and the pen and broom are inscribed for whom.

"Good!"

Lu Longsai guarded General Xiong who couldn't understand poetry, but the sound of applause was so loud that his eardrums shook and he was almost deaf.

She glanced at her suspiciously, "My lord, have you finished writing?" ”

Zhao Yin snorted and handed it over to Xiong Feng, his face expressionless.

The army was ready to be cleaned, and he stepped on his saddle and mounted his horse, holding his sword stiff.

"Let's go!"

The army marched like a long dragon, three days later, the stele pavilion recorded the battle between the two armies of Yan and Wu, as well as the matter of Lu Long's peace, and transcribed the five armies to supervise Chuang, the commander of Jinyiwei, and the general of Fubei Zhao Yin's inscription. Lu Longsai guarded generals, Yongping Mansion political envoys and others were named on the stele pavilion to warn future generations.

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Along the way, you can see that the people who fled south have returned to their homes with their families, and the news of the end of the war has already spread throughout the three mountains and five mountains, drawing a strong stroke for this year of disaster.

When the army marched to Qingshan Town, Zhao Yin ordered a rest.

Qingshan Langlang, personnel is no longer there.

Today's Qingshan Town is no longer the lively scene of people coming and going when they came, the large cemetery outside the town has been built under the auspices of the new county magistrate, and the officials of the yamen are counting the population from house to house and filing records.

The blood on the long street has been washed clean by the wind and rain over time, but the traces of the knives, guns and arrows on the lintel still faithfully record the madness and treachery of that night.

Granny Fu's small shop is doing well.

After the end of the war, relatives or daughters from Shili Eight Villages returned to Qingshan to pay tribute to their families, and the sound of firecrackers in the cemetery seemed to never stop, and the air could smell the smell of paper money.

Shi Yong really wanted to go to Pei's house to have a look.

It was an extremely delicate psychology, and she didn't want to mention it, but Chunxiu was the first to open her mouth.

"Madam, young master...... I want to check it out. ”

Shi Yong looked at Zhao Yin, "Then you have to ask the general." ”

Zhao Yin's mouth moved, but he didn't speak.

The river outside Pei's Mansion flows forward day after day, never tired, three people walked across the bridge with the black evil, looking at the Pei Mansion plaque in the distance has been re-hung, painted with a layer of gold paint, and under the stone lion outside the door, there are incense candles that have not been burned. Burning paper money flutters like black butterflies in the snow wind.

Zhao Yin said: "Pei Fu is back." ”

A few days ago, he had received a letter from Pei Fu, and when such an incident happened, he naturally returned to his hometown to deal with the aftermath. It's just that Zhao Yin didn't tell Shi Yong about it.

Pei's Mansion is Pei Fu's Pei's Mansion, and for them, it's just a dream.

Shi Yong's eyes looked through the courtyard gate to the courtyard and the roof inside, and he stopped to listen to the sound of the river in his ears.

"Then we won't go in, shall we?"

Zhao Yin said: "It's up to you." ”

They didn't go in, but for such a big event as Zhao Yin leading the troops back to Beijing, how could Pei Fu have no news? He just went to the town to greet him, but he didn't find the governor, but he saw him and Shi Yong at the door of his house.

Pei Fu was a little excited, stepped forward to salute, and warmly invited.

"It's all here, let's go in and sit down."

There are few people in the mansion, and the temperature is lower than the last time they came, but now Pei's mansion does not have the cold and cold feeling before, and at the same time, it also lacks the familiar feeling they are familiar with.

After eating three teas, the night swallowed up the last ray of light in the sky, and the night was about to fall, and the two got up to say goodbye.

In front, there are few remnants of lights in Qingshan Town, and behind, there are fireworks rising from Pei's Mansion.

Shi Yong took Chunxiu to the carriage, Da Hei jumped up, and she lowered the curtain with a smile.

Qingshan Town sank into the night, left behind the army, Shi Yong looked at Zhao Yin who was riding a horse in the long wind through the curtain, there was a moment of blankness in his mind, and the world was silent.

When she goes to Beijing, she is prosperous, and she is a common person, what should she do?

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This is the end of the second volume, "The Silent Town of Castle Hills".

Next, the third volume will begin.

PS: Mom, make a poem for the big donkey, but I am worried, I don't want to copy the original, the author is half a pot of water, only to learn shallowly, this is not even, not even, everyone will just see, just will, don't bar (the bar is you, roar!) ）

PS2: See you in the evening~