The wheels of the carriage grunted forward.

The night was so dark that no one could sleep.

The fire in the south of the city rose to the sky, the flame color was like the glow, and the fire trees were silver. The beauty that bloomed in the wind, the faint crying sound, suddenly and suddenly.

In the silence, the strings sounded, out of tune, and a few notes were sparse, as if they were playing to someone.

He inspected most of the city, and saw that it was all devastated and half of the walls were ruined. Who remembers the red? I know that it will inevitably be like this after the city is broken, but the wind is too cold, and I always feel sluggish.

So tighten the trench coat.

The moon came out, and the slender shadow, half on the ground, half folded by the wall. Sparse and dense, the shade is appropriate, such as a good ink painting, but the lack of branches and plums, like a dance.

Looking back, I saw Mo Ci - naturally it was him, and I knew it was him without looking, but not only when did he arrive, but he didn't wear armor, he was dressed in white, and his wide sleeves were blown by the wind.

Mu Yanqing looked at him for a while and asked, "Why didn't you go to drink to celebrate?" ”

At this time, the generals in the army were either killing people and setting fires in the south of the city, or drinking in the north of the city, guessing boxing, bragging, and gambling for fun. It's rare to win a big battle, and months of hard work have come to fruition, so if you are not happy at this time, when will you stay? Mu Yanqing was worried about the guards in the city, so he came to check in person, but Mo Ci has always loved to be lively.

"Those eight lambs are ruthless enough!" Mo Ci patted the empty money bag and showed a sad smile, "I lost all the money, so I had to come out and hide." ”

is obviously worried about her safety, but every time she can make up some strange reasons, there is no serious one. Mu Yanqing couldn't help laughing, "In that case, I ask General Mo to escort me." ”

"It's my honor to ask General Mu to saddle up the horse." Mo Ci smiled and agreed.

He has a face that is not ugly, of course, he is not handsome, his eyebrows and eyes are ordinary when separated, and he is a little heroic when they are together. It's just that I'm used to the hippie smile, and my facial features don't have much chance to be in the right position, so I turned around and opened the way, and my side face was immersed in the moonlight, which meant a little bit of youth.

Mu Yanqing lowered his head, shadows were stacked on top of shadows, the long street was empty, the sound of steps was like bells and drums, and the overlapping rhythms were all stepping on whose heart.

Thinking in a trance, I remembered the meeting not long ago.

It's been too long, Mo Ci may not still remember it, but Mu Yanqing still remembers. At that time, when she first went to the battlefield, she returned from the camp, the moon was as cold as frost, and suddenly she saw the little soldiers tied and kneeling under the flagpole, I don't know what mistake she made, she was only wearing a middle coat, and the clothes were stained with blood, and she was alarmed by the sound of horses' hooves, raised her head, and smiled at the night pedestrians under the moon from afar, and she looked heartless.

Mu Yanqing entered the camp and returned to the commander, casually mentioned it, only to know that this little soldier was a prisoner who escaped back, and he should be beheaded according to the law, because everyone pleaded to save his life, but the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime cannot be escaped, and he was whipped three hundred times a day, tied and kneeling under the battle flag, and it has been two days and two nights.

"Isn't two days and two nights enough?" Mu Yanqing frowned.

Of course, the law was not enough, but the coach at that time was Mu Yan

Qing's uncle loved her the most, and because of this sentence, he accepted the rest of the punishment.

After more than a year, Mu Yanqing made progress and led an army. In the end, he was young and vigorous, and he couldn't be excited, and when he hit Yicheng, he rushed lightly, and he had no food to follow, and he was almost wrapped in dumplings. Fortunately, my uncle got the news and quickly sent someone to answer it. When the city gate was opened, one looked at the face, and saw the face under the armor, and his eyebrows were like his eyebrows. blurted out, "How are you?" ”

Mo Xianfeng was slightly stunned, and then grinned, "Why isn't it me?" ”

How is he?

Why isn't it?

It was all many years ago, and somehow I suddenly remembered it. Xu is the moonlight is too good.

Over the years, they have fought many battles side by side, attacking cities and plundering pools, and they are invincible. Mu Yanqing was promoted to a general, and Mo Ci became a deputy general.

Even the barbarian khan has heard of it, and is known as the "dragon and blade double general". The good name spread to Kyoto, and the dragon face was happy, and the painter was ordered to go to the side, recorded the portraits of the two and returned to Beijing, and even shouted "The Great Wall of Me".

Who's the Great Wall of Who?

Mu Yanqing looked up at the back of the tall pine, the bright moon, which reminded her of the two portraits of the exiled Jingshi, and her heart sank suddenly. Unconsciously unaware, he still told her interesting things during the banquet, how Zhang Er was drunk by the generals, how Li Hua managed to get out, and the most important thing was Qu Nanling, who designed a table of silverware.

It's a little different from usual, but it's okay, it can drag on for a while. Mu Yanqing thought silently in his heart.

When the ten-mile long street came to the end, I raised my eyes and saw the corner tower. Los Angeles is the last city on the border, and further north is the desert steppe and the reckless Gobi. The various tribes outside the Seychelles live by water, and there are no decent buildings anymore. So when I went upstairs and looked, the wind and grass were low, and the field of vision was extremely empty.

The soldiers on night saluted them.

The black crossbow glowed coldly in the moonlight. Mu Yanqing reached out and touched the crossbow platform to try the bow power. Suddenly, he hesitated, gestured for a long time, and then put it down again.

Her swordsmanship is the best in the three armies, but her archery skills have always been criticized. Mo Ci is a master in this area, and immediately smiled, "It's not a bow, an eight-hundred-step crossbow, what's not to pull open?" As he spoke, he raised his crossbow and pulled the bow, using both hands at the same time, hooking the string to the crossbow teeth.

The distance between the two was too close, and the night suddenly fell silent, Mo Ci concentrated on the crossbow, Mu Yanqing looked at him intently, the moonlight was too noisy, and his eyebrows were as gentle as spring water. Mu Yanqing heard her own voice, as low as a mosquito, and she said, "I'm leaving." "After this battle, Los Angeles is in the bag, and the Northern Regions are estimated to be on the peace table, and she will be transferred back to Beijing. The secret letter arrived in the afternoon, and not many people knew about it.

The bowstring jumped dangerously, and the bright moonlight swayed with it. "I know."

"You know?"

A dark cloud drifted over, and the moon gilded it with silver.

Carelessly, he let go of his hand, the long arrow was off the string, and he heard the screams from afar, and he didn't know which unlucky ghost peeping into the city was. Mo Ci poked his head and looked around for a long time, then turned around and said, "The military department ordered, let me send you back to Beijing." ”

"Send me back to Beijing

？ Mu Yanqing repeated in a strange tone, and suddenly laughed out loud, in the name of her Longfeng double general. When you return to Beijing from the frontier, do you still need someone to escort you all the way? Don't you think she's an ordinary weak woman! Her Mu family has been hairpins for generations, and in this generation, her father and uncle have no children under their knees, and they have been fighting on the battlefield since they were children, in blood and fire, and they are famous for fighting with real knives.

It's just that what's the use of fame?

A letter of appointment from the royal family, after March, she is the crown princess of this dynasty, or to receive her as a soldier of the Mu family, which is also a royal grace. Who asked her if Mu Yanqing was willing.

Mu Yanqing smiled and bent over, his nails pinched into his palms, a little bloody, a little painful. She suddenly pulled out the sword in Mo Ci's waist, turned around and went straight downstairs, and rushed into the Shura field in the south of the city to slash and kill. She was already superb in swordsmanship, although there was no order in her mind when she was agitated. There is not a single living mouth under the sword.

A fight took more than half an hour, until the city wall was killed, Mu Yanqing looked up and saw the handsome flag hunting in the wind, and the word "wood" was big on the flag. Bright red as a rose made of flames, suddenly Mu Yanqing's legs weakened, his sword knelt down, but the cry was choked in his throat, and he couldn't let it out, he only wanted to henceforth that he didn't have to bear the name of Mu Clan's undefeated.

The wind blew colder and colder, and the green silk blew more and more chaotic, I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, and the person behind him said, "Let's go back." ”

Mu Yanqing reluctantly stood up, returned the sword into the sheath, and had no other expression on his face, only responded indifferently, "Okay." ”

And so he went back, and the night was silent. I couldn't even say a word about the rap of Mo Ci. What she wanted to hear, he refused to say.

It's just, so what?

It suddenly rained in the middle of the night. I listened to it by the window for a while, and I didn't pay attention until dawn.

When I went out, there was a carriage parked outside the door. I don't know how long I waited, Mo Ci was in the driver's position, and the Tsing Yi and small hat were decent. When Mu Yanqing got into the car, the curtain fell, and as soon as the whip was raised, the horse neighed, and the dust fell far behind. When I look back at it again, I think, what is there to see?

The car was busy, and Mo Ci was determined to make her happy. Gags all the way, do your best, and take care of your diet and daily life. Mu Yanqing sometimes hopes that this road will never be completed. and laughed at her absurdity - she is not a deep boudoir woman, how many days it takes to go from the north to the emperor, doesn't she know? Pinch your fingers and count it, no matter how slow it is, that is, a day or two.

I'm afraid that in the future, it will be difficult to meet. When I heard the sad cry in the air, I looked up but saw that the sky was as clear as water, the lonely goose was circling, and my heart was depressed, and after all, I couldn't say anything.

Mo Ci turned around and asked, "Rest here for one night?" ”

Mu Yanqing raised his eyebrows, but Mo Ci smiled and said, "Poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people-it's always worth a look at General Mu." ”

Mu Yanqing was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "Arrived in Jiangzhou?" ”

Don't say yes.

Mo Ci is a native of Jiangzhou, his parents died when he was a child, he had no long things, he was poor and two defected to the army, at first he only needed a meal, and as for the success of a hundred battles later, he rose to the top, that was later, but he did not live up

The word "Diao Min" ...... Mu Yanqing naturally knew this, and he was curious at the moment, and smiled slightly, "Okay." Mo Ci whipped the wind, and the horse turned a corner.

By the time we arrived, it was already twilight. A few old trees, half of the thatched huts have not been repaired for a long time, and they are crumbling. The house was as clean as a city that had just been plundered, but there was a thick layer of dust. Rao is Mu Yanqing is well-informed, and he can't help but stammer, "This is?" ”

"Humble House." Mo Ci has always been generous.

Mu Yanqing looked at the grass house, and then looked at Mo Ci, there was no place to settle here. Fortunately, Mo Ci was familiar with the road, and quickly dragged out the seat and cooking utensils from under the dilapidated haystack. When the moon came out, four dishes, one soup and two pots of wine were served decently. Sit opposite each other.

"So many years away from home." Mu Yanqing looked around the room for a long time before squeezing out a sentence. "Didn't come back?"

"When you come back, no one cares." Mo Ci shrugged and laughed.

How old and tall was the young man who left home, what kind of mountains and rivers came to the border, and did he swear that he would return to his hometown one day...... Mu Yanqing tried hard to piece together what he looked like at that time, the background at that time, and the ambition to go to the ends of the world empty-handed...... But in the end, he couldn't spell it, so he just sighed and poured a sip of wine. The moon illuminates her countenance, whose eyes does she illuminate? It's all crushed in a wine glass.

I drank a lot of alcohol, but I couldn't get drunk at all, or maybe I was already drunk from the beginning.

(End of chapter)