More than 1,000 soldiers and horses raised smoke and dust on the ground.

Although there are only more than 1,000 people, the formation has also been pulled into a match, there are galloping scouts in front and behind, the marching horses are all in a team of ten people, and the captains of each team are tied to the big flag, and the three words of the Zhenwu Army are fluttering like thousands of horses.

Looking around, you can see some villages, but there are no people.

There was a sharp and eerie sound of breaking through the dense forest ahead, and a speeding scout raised his hand to block an arrow that was being fired.

As the arrows fell, several soldiers and horses jumped out of the dense forest and shouted, "Who is coming!" ”

Without waiting for an answer, he shouted again and acted in a panic.

"Ah, it's Zhenwu Army!"

"Ah, that's General Xu's military flag!"

"The Zhenwu army is fierce, let's retreat quickly."

"General Xu is fierce, let's run for our lives!"

Xu Yue, who was marching, snorted and scolded with a smile: "These rabbit cubs! ”

Xu Yue's soldiers and horses are mixed with these guards and ambushes, and when they meet after the battle in troubled times, they are a little more joyful than the daily reunion, and it is inevitable that they will be a little sad, and there will always be familiar faces that will never be seen again.

But now is not the time to catch up and be sentimental.

"It's all ahead." The soldiers and horses guarding here stretched out their fingers.

A majestic fortress in front, the fortress is intact from a distance, there are blood stains of weapons scattered in front of it, and the walls of the fortress are also covered with scars, and the battlefield that has been cleaned can still see the fierceness of the battle.

"Ling Xun is good at fighting, and seven thousand soldiers and horses are stationed here." Lao Hu said loudly, there was a fresh scar on his face, and the scar showed his arrogance, "Shuo Fangbing is powerful, so what, it is still our Zhenwu Army that is the most powerful." ”

Xu Yue patted him: "Don't tell me, I know." ”

Lao Hu snorted, squinting at Jiang Ming who was standing aside, of course he was talking to outsiders.

Jiang Ming looked around and nodded in agreement: "This side is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it will be powerful." ”

If you don't add the previous sentence, it sounds more pleasing to the ear, and if you add the previous sentence, it seems that a more powerful person is commenting, and the old nonsense pouts.

"Hurry up and see the general." Xu Yue glared at Lao Hu, "Madame and Young Madame are worried about everything." ”

.....

.....

"They're all going to lose weight."

Jiang Ming looked at Wu Ya'er sitting indoors and sighed, and took off the burden on his back.

"If there were painters here, I wouldn't dare to take the portrait of Du back."

Wu Ya'er smiled: "It's a good thing to just lose weight." ”

It's better than getting hurt.

Jiang Ming began to put out the things in the baggage: "This is a newly made summer dress, this one is estimated to be unwearable, and there are winter clothes." ”

Clothes are things that normal couples, mothers, and sons' families will send, and they took out some tonic medicine for eating and drinking, this is Mrs. Wu Shao's sincerity and goodwill to express the transaction, and then there is a letter and a scroll.

"The young lady's letter, and the portrait of the young lady returning to the Gwangju Mansion to the lady." Jiang Ming said, smiling, "I'll see if Mrs. has gained weight." ”

Wu Ya'er stretched out her hand and took it: "The young lady has worked hard. ”

Jiang Ming sighed: "It's a pity that King Zhao is still...."

Wu Ya'er said: "It's done very well, it's just that the thieves are rampant." ”

The brother settled the account, and Jiang Ming leaned over and thanked: "Thank you this time." ”

The family didn't talk to each other, Wu Ya'er said: "You go all the way to rest first." "Called someone to come in and make arrangements.

It was the acquaintance Jun Han Wang Li who was called in, he untied the order flag on his back, put down his knife, pulled Jiang Ming and left: "Tell me how about fighting with Fan Yangjun?" You try the Feng'an Army here again and see who is more powerful. ”

The two talked, laughed, and left affectionately.

Jiang Ming left, the room became relaxed and casual, Xu Yue sat down on the chair and picked up the kettle and poured a big mouthful, Lao Hu urged him to talk about going to Yizhou quickly.

Jiang Ming didn't say these things before, these are still suitable for their own people, Xu Yue's narration sounded in the room, how to be deceived by the division of troops, the details of the habits of the young lady of Wu's march, what the soldiers and horses saw all over the country along the way, the white-robed soldiers, King Zhao sacrificed himself to protect the city, and Xuanwu Daoying Chen Hanxu and so on, the wonderful listening was fascinating, so that everyone knew what the world outside the capital had become.

However, Lao Hu smacked his lips: "I knew that the deceived soldier would not come back, you see that Lao Zhou will become hers." ”

Xu Yue corrected: "It's for Lao Zhou to guard Yizhou City, all of them are our soldiers and horses, and there are no people like her." ”

"That means Yizhou City is ours?"

"Is this a thank you gift from her?"

"Yizhou City sounds very rich, not bad."

The rest of the room laughed and analyzed.

Lao Hu was very sober and reminded them: "You are stupid, that woman is not stupid, Yizhou is close to her, and it is convenient for her to use it." ”

Everyone in the room laughed and discussed, Wu Ya'er opened the letter while listening, the letter was still a thin one, as simple as Jiang Ming's words, reported a word of peace and said thank you and the arrangement for Zhou Xian, the others were omitted, but there were more words than the previous one,

He glanced at his waist, and there was a hidden pocket sewn on the belt, which contained treasured things that could not be separated from his body, there were not many things, there was only one purse, which was made for him by his mother when he was a child, and now there is an extra letter.

Witnessing the death of Luo Guifei in the capital, he couldn't help but want to talk to his mother, but he could only write to this young lady Wu, who was emotionally agitated for a while, and he didn't want to write it anymore, but he didn't expect to receive a reply from Mrs. Wu not long after leaving the capital.

He wrote a sentence, and she only replied with one sentence: "Husband, the world is difficult and the heavens are ruthless, and we are both weak women, my mother and I should rely on each other and comfort each other for the rest of our lives." ”

She probably thought he was questioning her, so she replied very simply, I will definitely take care of your mother, because they are weak women.

Heaven and men are ruthless, if women don't protect women, what way do women live in this world.

The corners of Wu Ya'er's mouth pursed a slight smile, she can't be regarded as a weak woman.

"Crow, what are you laughing at?" Old Hu shouted, "Is that scroll a portrait of a concubine?" ”

Wu Ya'er opened the scroll, this time it was not an exaggerated picture scroll of human size, a city gate on the scroll was crowded with people, and the crowd was surging around the three women.

"This is an aunt!" Lao Hu came over and shouted at first sight.

"This gate says Gwangju Mansion." Someone let out a strange laugh and pointed to a place in the lower right corner that was about to come out of the picture, where there were many soldiers and horses, "This is Lao Xu, right?" ”

Everyone gathered around to look at the painting and look at Xu Yue.

Xu Yue felt ashamed and funny, and explained to everyone as the person in the painting: "This is the scene where we bid farewell to Han Xu and left Yingchen to return to Gwangju Mansion, the prefect officials and the people came to greet her, and my aunt also came in person.....

Wu Ya'er looked at the woman in the picture, although small, but vivid, a few gray hairs in the hair are also outlined, her eyes are covered with a soft white veil, with bean-sized pearls on her ears, wearing a plain white brocade skirt, compared with the previous portraits, the figure is a little plump.....

Wu Ya'er's eyes were inexplicably sour, and she turned her gaze to her mother, the woman's black blouse and black veil were in stark contrast to her mother's soft whiteness, but the arms holding each other, the soft body, and the maid who was half-kneeling and smiling at her feet, the picture was incomparably integrated.

Wu Ya'er looked at this woman who couldn't see her true face, he believed in the promise given in the sentence of her letter, and believed that even if she killed him, she would let his mother live for the rest of his life.

As far as she is concerned, he is alive, and the woman is Mrs. Wu, and when he is dead, the woman is a weak woman.

She is a ruthless Shura and a bodhisattva of mercy.

Who the hell is she? How old is she? Why did she cover her face? Was she born ugly or was she injured and ruined her face?

This woman is very interesting.