Chapter 88: The Storm Rises

Walking out of the door of the teahouse, the sound of discussion was dispersed by the oncoming heat wave, Wei Shaoguang turned around and walked away, the breeze lifted the corners of her clothes and fell, she did not bow her head or look back, her eyes looked ahead firmly and casually, and walked towards Li Zhengyuan with a folding fan in her hand against the blazing sun.

Xiahou Ming and Ji Tao followed behind Wei Shaoguang, and one person was in charge of one side, investigating the surrounding situation clearly, guarding against the reappearance of hidden arrows and unknown enemies.

The two of them knew exactly how urgent the situation was now, and in order to be able to accomplish Childe's goal, it was essential for them to work hard as subordinates.

In this regard, it is ready to sacrifice everything.

Today is an ordinary day and a day full of dangers, but it does not affect the progress of their plans.

Wei Shaoguang returned to Lizheng Yuan, read the papers, strategized, and Xiahou Ming and Ji Tao did things as instructed.

There is a quiet and sultry heat in Huairou City in May, and people are tired and unhurried to do their day's work; Outside the house, there are all kinds of flowers and green fruits, butterflies and bees flutter as they fly, a drop of water gently falls, and birds streak across the clear blue sky, everything looks very quiet and beautiful.

A little farther away, a wagon rolled in the dust, and stopped in the shade of a wood, intending to rest and set off again.

"Report~!"

It was a very professional cry, loud and inspiring, and the resting people looked up to see a fast horse galloping in the distance, and the man who was shouting at the top of his voice turned over and jumped off the horse that had not stopped, and without taking a sip of water, he hurried to the chief, took out a document and handed it over, and conveyed the news he had obtained.

"Report to the general! Our follow-up men have already set off and are currently on the border of Qi. I also got the news that Fu Weiren, the right prime minister, has arrived in Huairou City and is waiting for your arrival there. ”

"I see."

After listening to the words of the visitor, the leader waved away the little soldier with a very calm face, he unfolded the paper in his hand and read it at a glance, and then stepped out of the shadows, and the sun illuminated his countenance.

The eyebrows are sharp, the thin lips are pursed, the black eyes are extremely sharp, and the whole body is wrapped in a cold aura.

This person is Yan Bai.

The youngest general of the Great Calendar Kingdom.

This is the second time he has set foot on the territory of Qi after a year since he participated in the Qing Conference the year before last.

His expression was always cold and silent, he wore black clothes without any ornamentation, and the only other colors he could find on his body were silver hair buckles for binding his hair.

He stepped out of the shade under the tree and stood in the sunlight, as if to freeze the hot sun, and looked in one direction.

After a while, he walked to the place where the fire was lit, stretched out his hand and threw the letter in his hand into the fire, frightened the little soldier who was cooking into not daring to say a word, and bowed his head and worked diligently.

Yan Bai lowered his head to watch the flames burn the white paper to ashes, then shifted his gaze to the ground on one side and said, "Why did you enlist in the army?" ”

Confusing questions, the health soldier who made the fire and cooked was so frightened that he didn't know what to say, his brain was blank, his movements took precedence over thinking, he stood up straight, and replied loudly, "I just entered last year." ”

"Hmm." Yan Bai didn't say anything after hearing this, turned around and left.

The creep touched his head inexplicably, and then continued to bow his head and do the work in his hands.

It is a relatively sparse forest, the trees grow very tall but not very close, and the shade of the sun shining on the trees can clearly see the trunks and nests when they squat on the ground.

Yan Bai walked under a tree, stood still, he kept his head down, he didn't know what he was looking at, the people around him were busy with their own things, and they rarely or dared not look at Yan Bai's actions.

Suddenly, Yan Bai jumped up with light skills, and before everyone could react, a person had already been thrown off the tree, falling on the mud and stirring up bursts of dust, a gust of wind blew, and in the smoke and dust, Yan Bai was dressed in black like a sword pointing at the throat of the god of death.

The little soldier next to him, who seemed to have pressed the pause button, gradually came to life, and continued to be busy with the things in his hands, and several people in dark clothes quickly ran over, pulled up the people on the ground, tied their hands and feet, prevented him from taking poison and committed suicide, and stuffed a strip of cloth between his mouth, tied a dead knot at the back of his head, and then dragged it to the tree and tied it.

"General, my subordinates have taken care of it."

"Hmm." Yan Bai walked under a tree by himself, "You just go and interrogate." ”

"Yes!" The man who was ordered looked very happy, and with a loud voice he turned to interrogate the unlucky man who had been caught.

Yan Bai stood in the shade of the tree, looking into the distance, the road was wide and silent, full of invisible crises, looking up at the green leaves above his head, a clean little face appeared in his mind, with resolute eyes and a gentle smile, like a tiger ready to attack, pounced on the future that did not know whether it was good or bad.

I heard that she was in Huairou City.

I'd love to see it.

He is the kind of aristocratic education who has received a decent education since he was a child, and his every move must conform to the etiquette, and his thoughts are all filled with the virtue of a gentleman and the strategy and art of war of marching and fighting, and he has no playmates, he has seen the darkness of this world since he was a child, and he has lost the sunshine, and he has not laughed much when he has grown up.

Yan Bai lowered his head dejectedly, he would inevitably feel that he was a failure, and the closer he got to that person, the more obvious this feeling became.

That's a person who is not remembered by the world, no one will even think that she will be born, no one will know that there is such a person like sunshine still alive in this world.

Yan Bai's slightly closed eyes had a trace of longing, and his right hand touched his heart, as if there was a person living there, gently and painfully caring.

It's fast, it's fast.

He said to himself.

After a short rest, the horse team set sail again, and the horses raised their hooves, stirring up a burst of dust, like the sorrow of leaving, and like the oath of death when parting.

There is an episode in this, that is, the little soldier who lives received an edict after cooking: follow the master to learn the key points and skills of field marching, don't touch firewood if you don't learn well, and get out of this team if you don't learn well.

The little soldier said that he was very aggrieved and afraid, and went to several veterans to learn skills that day, and continued to march with the team with trepidation.

Huairou City looks like the years are quiet, Wei Shaoguang reads and writes, like an ordinary study, plans to study hard for ten years, and one day return to her hometown as a high school champion, she is happy to do such a thing, and only when she has a goal in life will she feel alive, and she can think of the life that died because of herself in the middle of the night and will not be so painful that she will lose her mind.

Her plan has not stopped, the implementation is accelerating, everything on the Splendid Street is changing, what is seen is invisible.

The Qingfeng Club party in May was about to begin, and Wei Shaoguang brought his ambition and prepared to participate.

A storm will arise without warning, disturbing everything in this red dust.

The wind and clouds rise, and the mountains and rivers are swinging.