The sand dunes are rolling in the shadow of the sky, and the heat waves* during the day make it difficult to breathe.

It has been more than ten days since Lu Yixin saw the hunting banner on the upper floor of Yongzhao City again, and the reports and rumors along the way are well known, and the general soldiers of Yang Keshan withdrew from the city intact after taking the city by Pheasant Xin, among which 3,000 stubborn resisters were killed and 8,000 were captured, all of which would become bargaining chips for Dayan and Beirong to negotiate terms.

Obviously, Su Yicongee did not disappoint, although he did not have a hearty battle with Beirong, but this was indeed a big dismount, and even Le Muqin, the guard of Pheasant Xin City, had already been killed.

Lu Yixuan rode his horse and raised his whip, his face was dusty, and the little generals who accompanied him laughed and laughed, and it can be seen that their little elite also brought a big victory, no-

It was a surprise victory.

If you want these thousand small soldiers to talk about it, they really can't believe it, that night they failed to chase and intercept Hetujiya and were forced to rush back to rescue the river, but Lu Yixuan suddenly changed the course halfway.

"We can't capture Hetujiya, and we must not let him take the opportunity to take advantage, let's give him a gift too!" She was in the moonlight, holding the reins, raising her eyebrows and snorting.

Everyone looked left and right, and did not understand what it meant.

Lu Yixuan's long whip pointed in the northeast direction: "If Hetujiya is diverting our attention, how long do you think the elite of Shangzhutai will stay in Heyu, instead of chasing their tails, it is better to cut off their dragon heads!" "If the Beirong cavalry wants to encircle Wei and save Zhao, they will retreat back to Shangzhu (read the book and go to the vinegar literature network) platform at a very fast speed, then, let's ambush them on the way back to the city, and catch them off guard!

The generals suddenly realized.

Eight thousand Beirong guerrilla cavalry burned, killed and looted in the river, but they were caught off guard and planted in the hands of an elite squad that came from Wuhuaimen to ambush.

3,000 dead, 800 captured, 1,003 war horses captured, and the rest of the rabble fled to the Songyan area in a panic and were wiped out by the Yu clan who also heard the news.

It's overwhelming.

It's a big win!

Now the gate of Yongzhao City is wide open, facing the branch army that has rushed back from all directions, the flag is flying in the wind, and all kinds of dragon marks can be seen everywhere, which is a rare restlessness and joy since the winter in the West.

Lu Yi's Jing hairpin cloth skirt and light armor are difficult to hide, although she is embarrassed, but when she leads the troops into the city, the sound of the mountains calling the sea makes people feel excited, and the Yongzhao soldiers will everyone know that this brave elite narrowly captured Hetujiya, but this also gave Lu Xiaojun the opportunity to attack Shangzhutai, and now the lord of the Yu clan is happily sending the leading generals to escort the Beirong prisoners, and is ready to submit it with the national letter, wanting to make friends with the Dayan Dynasty for a hundred years.

This is a state event that is very happy and celebrated by the whole world.

Lu Yixing's ingenious decision became the first contributor to the establishment of friendly diplomatic relations between the two countries.

The little girl tied her long hair high, and the embroidered red ribbon was simply tied at the ends of her hair, jingling bells, and the bell on the horse's neck made a brisk sound, just like her mood at the moment, captive, war report, and improvisation, and she couldn't wait to spit out the experience of the past few days immediately!

She couldn't help but rush into the city gate with a whip, rolled up her robe in front of the council hall and stuffed it around her waist, thinking that at this time, the little prince, General Yang, Su Yicongee and others must have been waiting for a long time, and her father, he would definitely be happy to see him return triumphantly at this moment.

Lu Yixuan thought of this and smiled stupidly like a child, and couldn't wait to rush into the inner hall, wait, her footsteps stopped, and she walked quickly to a deep well in the courtyard and carried a bucket of water.

Trample.

She thought that she had never been so proud and confident, and she had never strutted so proudly, and the hooks on her shoes stopped at the threshold with the sun falling from the eaves.

Yang Keshan had obviously received the gift, and was standing up to greet him, Su Yicongee's face was not happy, but with a little worry and panic.

There is no one else.

This inner hall was supposed to be laughing and laughing at this great victory of the army, but it was suddenly silent and suffocating.

Because, in the hall, there is a black lacquered coffin.

Lu Yixuan was stunned, her eyes were confused for a moment, as if she suddenly turned into a white light fragment, and her eyes fell on Yang Keshan, as if seeking answers.

Who is the person in the coffin?

Yang Keshan slowly stepped forward, pressed his thick and rough palm on Lu Yixuan's shoulder, thought about it and said in a deep voice: "Wei Guogong was sent back to the city by the governor of Yuhai before the war, and on the way, he heard that the Shangzhutai cavalry harassed Heyu, so he changed the route to rescue and attack, and was outnumbered and died on the battlefield. ”

Lu Yixuan's eyes widened, she opened her mouth, as if she had heard something extremely distorted and strange and unbelievable, her eyes turned to Su Yi Congee, as if to confirm - this is not true, Yang Keshan must be lying, then, Su Yi Congee, you come and tell me.

In the coffin, lying down, is it Lu Henian?

General Su Xiao's eyes didn't dare to look directly and dodged away: "Wei Guogong is dying for the country, at least at this moment, he is worthy of the world." ”

It was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day that suddenly hit Lu Yixin's heart, but slowly, the pain that penetrated into the limbs turned into some kind of long-expected ending, Lu Henian died - Lu Yixin looked at the dark coffin, staggered and involuntarily retreated.

Lu Henian is dead.

When she jumped on the horse and left Songyan, she didn't even look back at her father, she admitted that she was a little angry and angry, because Lu Zhongji died in front of him, because Lu Henian was cold-blooded and ruthless, because he was disdainful of the charges that the Lu family had suffered for ten years, in Lu Yixuan's calm manner, his father took on the selfish side, and he walked away, and she could even detect that Ai Ai was full of self-blame and guilt during the Lu He period, and followed her back under the stars-

My father had tried to explain something, or maybe all the sophistry had been to no avail.

Those who were assigned to the border were forced to lose their families and affection many years ago.

Lu Yixuan's fingertips pinched the palm of the stinging, as if the yellow sand outside the city had poured into her nose and throat, making it difficult for her to breathe, she gave up Heyu and turned to Shangzhutai, if- if she didn't choose to recapture Shangzhutai and recover the Black Mountain Ridge, Xing, Xing Xing could save Lu Henian.

Perhaps—

There were no tears in Lu Yixuan's eyes, just full of shock and confusion, she suddenly rushed forward and grabbed the coffin, desperately trying to push the coffin lid open.

Su Yicongee was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to restrain her hands, pressed down her shoulders, and almost twisted her away: "Lu Yixuan, Wei Guogong is dead, you don't need to look at him!" ”

Just remember his pride, his blood, and his unswerving death.

Lu Yixuan's fingertips clasped on the coffin and pinched out the blood, as if all the strength of her body was suddenly pulled out of her body, she almost collapsed to the ground, her eyes were a little gloomy and sad, and she looked at Su Yiyu: "What do you think I'm going to do......" Her voice trembled, do you think - I am like those depressed people?

Looking for death and life, vulnerable?

Su Yicongee stopped talking and let go of his hand.

Lu Yixin pushed open the coffin wood, it was Lu Henian's bloodless face, mottled blood marks loomed at the base of his neck, and he closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

The heavy armor has been removed, and it can be seen from the traces of the tattered clothes that Lu Henian once weighed several arrows, and the knife wounds that cut the big hole were criss-crossed, there were traces of binding on his hands, and his wrists were fiercely nailed into the cat bone needle, and Lu Yi's teeth were clenched and sour, this was not a scar caused by an ordinary battle, this was excessive killing.

He was arrested, killed, and killed.

"Was my father killed in the river?" Lu Yixin's fingertips touched Lu Henian's forehead, how much can this weather-beaten face be engraved in the bottom of his heart.

"It is reported that on his way to Hezhen, he met a team of 300 men led by Le Muqin Yizi A Shanji." Yang Keshan sighed, outnumbered.

Lu Yixing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't reply.

Lu Henian's greatest wish for ten years in the border is to resist the fierce battle between the foreign tribe and Beirong to the death, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of one of his long-cherished wishes, no matter whether the court's evaluation of him is good or bad, it is still difficult to resist the guilt and meritorious service, Wei Guogong never cared, Yang Keshan saw it very early, and this man still accepted it calmly.

Admirable.

Lu Yixuan closed the coffin lid and caressed the black coffin, from beginning to end, every wisp and every inch of carving refused to let go, there was no injustice or resentment in her eyes, she stood up and slowly walked out of the hall door, the howling wind and scorching sun in the north, the desert and cold in the north, the sun shining on the body as if she had lost her senses, and she couldn't feel the heat and cold.

She reached out and folded off a vigorous artemisia grass outside the porch, and slowly folded a small grasshopper in her hand, resting on the black coffin.

It's as if a floating heart finally has a home.

The dust settled.

Lu Yixuan kowtowed heavily in front of the coffin, strode out of the door, and never looked back.

Su Yicongee has been frightened these days, not so much that he doesn't know what comfort to show, but that General Su is also timid, he didn't dare to talk to Lu Yixuan, so he had to look at the girl from a distance, standing on the high city tower and looking into the distance.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Lu Yixin has never been a sentimental and sad person, as if all the endings have become a foregone conclusion after experiencing the ups and downs of the Lu family, Lu Yixin can't pursue the struggle, except that he accepts the arrangement.

She was waiting, waiting for what?

I know that the little prince Feng is not in the city, and he must have gone to Yuhai overnight to negotiate for Lu Henian's death on the battlefield, although Wei Guogong was a criminal minister who was ordered to fight on the border, but Lu Yiyun lost too much, no-

It is the Lu family in Nanping, who exhausted his body and mind to defend against foreign enemies for this one, and behind the glory is a sea of corpses and a sea of love and hatred.