Su Meng woke up slowly, looked at the cherry who was still sleeping on the side, and reached out to push her.

Cherry opened her eyes in a daze, feeling a sore back, she propped her hands on the side of the bed, stood up and sneezed hard.

Cherry rubbed her nose and looked at Su Meng with a smile, "I had a cold when I slept here yesterday, hehe." ”

She turned around to prepare washing tools for Su Ming, and when she saw a piece of debris, she looked confused, what did I do yesterday?

Su Meng didn't ask when she saw that she finished cleaning up the pieces, so he didn't want to tell her perfunctory.

After Cherry washed up for Su Ming, she came up with breakfast, looked at Su Meng and said, "It's rare to get out of the sun today, the girl can walk around the courtyard later, bask in the sun, and it will be better for the body." ”

Su Luorou smiled and nodded, today is warmer than usual.

After eating breakfast, Su Meng got up and walked out of the room, feeling the warmth of the sun, her face was tired, she raised her hand, and let her porcelain-white fingers touch the sun.

Seeing that she was in good spirits, Cherry took her hand and led her to the plum garden. Su Meng watched the proud red plum blossom blooming between the ice and snow, and he liked the extraordinary wind and bones of the plum blossom even more in his heart.

Su Meng sat in the pavilion in the garden, holding her head with her hands, sleepiness coming, she felt the warm sunshine, just like lying in her father's generous and warm arms when she was a child, so comfortable, so reassuring.

Cherry saw her lying on the wooden table and fell asleep, looking at her quiet and well-behaved sleeping face, a desire to protect her arose, and covered her with a velvet cloak to compact her to prevent her from catching a cold.

……

After Su Shi and Zhao Wu met with the soldiers, the two walked towards the homeless people.

They walked into the alley and saw a messenger shouting and beating his horse, but they were too far away to hear what the messenger said. The people around them all heard it, and their shocked expressions made the two of them feel bad.

The tea guest sitting on the side of the road looked at the guy who filled his tea and said, "Did I hear that right?" He's talking about Liangcheng? ”

The guy held the teapot, the hot water churned down the spout of the teapot into the teacup, and called loudly: "The guest officer heard it right, what the military master said just now is Liangcheng Yizhi!" ”

This sound was like a thunderclap, Su Shi's face was pale and stunned in place, his heart seemed to be stabbed through by someone, and the stinging sensation filled his body.

Zhao Wu's face turned red, grabbed the collar of the guy, and asked angrily, "What did you just say?" ”

The guy looked at this person, slapped Zhao Wu's thick arms with both hands, and kicked weakly in the air with his two legs. He cried in fear and said, "Liangcheng has changed banners!" Seeing that this person was getting tighter and tighter, the guy's face turned purple, he had difficulty breathing, and his eyes were misty and he couldn't see Zhao Wu's fierce appearance clearly.

Seeing that something was going to happen, Su Shi stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Wu's hand and pulled his thumb away. Zhao Wucai came to his senses, looked at the appearance of the guy and hurriedly let go of his hand. The man fell to the ground, his face pale, lying on the ground desperately panting.

Zhao Wu looked at Su Shi and knelt on the ground, and the tears of the always brave man seemed to be unwanted, and they fell to the ground crazily. He hugged his head and roared and cried: "General, I'm sorry for you~"

The people around him saw him crying with grief, and the originally lively streets and alleys were rarely silent.

The homeless people who heard the wind also heard this sad news, and they didn't believe it at first, and watched Zhao Wu crying. Many people choked up and cried bitterly, and one of the eldest women cried in a hissing voice: "My son! ”

The daughter-in-law on the side sobbed and supported her mother-in-law, and the eldest mother almost fainted from crying. Many of the displaced people had relatives who volunteered to join the militia and garrison the city against foreign enemies.

But what does it mean? Changing banners means defeat, it means death. The eldest mother thought of her hot-blooded children, as well as those iron-clad men, how could they surrender easily? It must be unyielding to death, bravely killing the enemy, even if the battlefield is stained with blood, and the horse leather shroud is returned!

A mournful and miserable female voice hummed intermittently: "You are willing to kill the enemy, return with a hundred victories, and the concubine hopes that the king will return, and the body will be returned~"

Originally, the warm winter sun warmed everyone, but in the face of such a tragic scene, listening to the cry of grief, my heart was like falling cold.