Lan Zhijun kept talking, but Bai Ling listened intermittently.

After hearing that Lan Zhijun was speculating about how the people who were looking at each other were missing three-quarters of the time under his nose, Bai Ling's attention began to diverge to other things.

However, there are so many things to think about that she can't even tell whether she is thinking on multiple lines or even unable to stabilize her mind in a panic.

It has not yet reached Jingzhou.

Don't want to die here......

Can't die here.

and the people of the city......

These more than 500 people...... Can you keep it?

What does he want?

What else can be given?

……

Bai Ling only felt chaos in his mind.

Here, or in front of Jin Bing and Lan Zhijun, she never thought of a fulcrum that could threaten or mediate.

"Why, to be praised by someone like me, do you feel harsh?"

Lan Zhijun stood in front of Bai Ling, her hands still in her sleeves as before.

Bai Ling's throat moved slightly, he lowered his head slightly, and sighed softly, "I just...... I didn't expect to meet you here. ”

"Lying." Lan Zhijun smiled, "On the first day I attacked the city, you should have known that the person on the other side was me. ”

"Really?" Bai Ling frowned, as if he was puzzled by Lan Zhijun's categorical cut

Lan Zhijun didn't answer, but the newly erected Lan flag, he believed that Wang Meng or Bai Ling must have seen it early in the morning.

Looking at Bai Ling in front of him who seemed to have nothing to say, Lan Zhijun gestured with his gaze to the nearby wooden frame.

"Go wipe it."

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, looked around, and saw a wooden shelf not far away, with an empty copper basin and towels on it.

The snow that had fallen on her clothes and hair had melted away after entering the tent, and she looked as if she had come out of the rain.

Bai Ling glanced at the nearby recorder, he seemed to have just finished memorizing Lan Zhijun's words, and Bai Ling only caught the action of putting the pen down.

Bai Ling walked to the wooden frame in a bit of a daze, and quietly picked up a towel to wipe his hair.

The recorder took up his pen and wrote again.

It seems that this person will not only record the language in which the two people talk, but also their movements.

Why.

Such a record...... Who is it for?

"Why did you come to the North?" Lan Zhijun picked up the teacup and sat on the chair next to him, and before Bai Ling was about to speak, he suddenly said, "Think about it, and then talk about it." ”

Bai Ling's movements paused for a moment, remembering the lie that had been exposed in an instant just now...... Is Lan Zhijun warning herself to tell the truth?

"Why did I come to the North...... Will Lan Zhijun not know? Bai Ling said in a low voice, "Seeing that An Ge has made so much noise in Dazhou over the years......

"Reminiscence." Lan Zhijun replied, "Don't you want to? ”

She sat down with some confusion, rubbing her wet hair slowly with both hands, and smacking the scene in front of her little by little.

Although she didn't understand why, Lan Zhijun was releasing some kind of friendliness and kindness.

"Here, it's kind of ...... Cold. Bai Ling whispered.

Lan Zhijun quickly ordered.

Outside the tent, the wind and snow howled, and the people were driven to stand in the wind and snow, with nowhere to hide.

In just over an hour, four or five people had frozen and collapsed to the ground.

The outdoors at night is horrible.

Wang Meng was tied motionless to a wooden stake, and the Jin soldiers ignored him, but carried Shao Kuan and Cao Xun back to the camp to continue to be imprisoned.

Soon, a cup of hot water and blankets were brought in the tent.

Bai Ling sipped his tea, "Where do you start......?"

"Let's start," Lan Zhijun said with a smile, "You can start talking about the assassination of the emperor." ”

Bai Ling looked at Lan Zhijun's smile and faintly felt a little uneasy, but he still erased the details of what had happened over the years as much as possible.

In Bai Ling's whispered statement, the roar of the cold wind between heaven and earth seemed even more poignant than before.

There was no wind in the tent, but the candles were still shaking.

During this period, Lan Zhijun did not interrupt Bai Ling's narration once, and the recorder on the side also kept writing.

How did she escape from Lanzihao, and then how did she go north, leave Pingjing, cross Huizhou and Jiangzhou, cross the river to Zhuozhou, and then look at both ends......

When I experience these things, I always feel like every day is a lifetime has passed, and in retrospect, it seems to be through frosted glass, as if it has become a thing of the past in the previous life, but when I talk about it, I talk about it quickly.

All the past becomes time, people, places, encounters...... The joys and sorrows of the months were condensed just because of such and such things happened, so it was like that later.

“…… Probably, that's it. Bai Ling said softly.

"The Bai family father and son...... Oh, it's the Lin family father and son, they are very famous in the north. Lan Zhijun smiled, "I already guessed the identities of these two when I heard their names." The medical skills of the two are also well-known in the territory of Jinguo. ”

"Yes." Bai Ling looked at the floating tea leaves on the cup with deep eyes, "It doesn't sound like a good thing. ”

There was a sudden noise next to him, and Bai Ling looked up and saw the recorder next to him suddenly get up and walk out with the manuscript in his hand.

It seems that only himself and Lan Zhijun are the only ones left in the camp.

"Then there's only one question left," Lan Zhijun looked at Bai Ling, "Do you want to die tonight, or wait?" ”

……

The fire burned in the snow for a day and a night.

This is no ordinary fire, the more than 100-year-old hub, along with all its towering walls and countless underground stone chambers, was blown up before it caught fire.

Just at dusk, when the fire was almost extinguished, Bai Yi and Wei Shixi finally arrived here with the Zhou soldiers who came to support.

Between the crumbling ruins, the outlines of some buildings on the ground can be faintly discerned, and the people who died here - whether they are soldiers, civilians, or gold people, have turned into pitch-black dry bones, and it is impossible to tell whether they are charred stones, broken walls, or human bones on the side of the road.

In the burned ruins of the county government, Wei Shiwei recognized at a glance the scabbard of the short knife he had given to Bai Ling.

The scabbard fell to the ground, but the dagger was nowhere to be seen.

The heads of Wang Meng and Shao Kuan were hung on the official road that looked about two miles to the north, and Cao Xun was released.

In order to prevent Cao Xun from dying on the way because he couldn't take care of himself, Lan Zhijun specially selected more than a dozen of the captured Zhou soldiers before destroying the city, and arranged a carriage to send them out from the south of the city.

Leaving with Cao Xun, there was also a threatening letter with only a golden letter.

More than 400 civilians were taken away as slaves, and all the surviving Zhou soldiers were killed on the spot. After breaking the city, the Jin people ran very fast, but overnight, the cavalry that had been like a black cloud disappeared.

It seems that this time the Jin people really withdrew their troops.