Chapter 652: Da Sima (2)
Jiang Dayu bowed his head in shame, "I know my mistake in vain!" Then he ordered, "Stop, all of you! Step out of the way! ”
The army began to retreat, and the sense of oppression subsided. The soldiers quickly moved out of the way, and an old man with gray hair stationed on crutches walked slowly towards us. Jiang Dayu jumped off the horse and hurriedly walked over to support him, with diligence between his movements.
From afar, I looked at the white-haired old man in the army, and suddenly my whole body trembled.
I took a step back and subconsciously hid behind Zhaoyou.
Just now, the bow and arrow slashed through Zhao You's body, leaving a wound on his arm, and now I accidentally grabbed him hard, and he gasped in pain.
I realized this and immediately let go: "I'm sorry. ”
"Ah Shuang, what's wrong with you?" He sensed my fear and asked, "Who is he?" ”
I watched the old man slowly approach us and whispered to Zhao You, "He's the Great Sima." ”
"Da Sima? Do I have this official position? ”
"There are three princes in the Luan Dynasty, namely Taifu, Da Sima, and Taishi. The position of the Great Sima was established from the ancestral period and lasted for three dynasties, and after the resignation of the previous Great Sima and his retirement, the mother emperor was not sealed again, and the position was vacant. ”
"Why are you so afraid of him?" When Zhao You saw the old man, he quickly walked up to us and stood in front of me.
"He was the most terrible person I remember when I was a child"
As he was talking, Da Sima finally walked a few steps away.
He walked slowly, with a slump and gray hair.
It may be that when I was young, I injured my lungs on the battlefield, and after not walking a few steps, I would stop and cough a few times.
Jiang Dayu was still a majestic and majestic general just now, but in front of this old man, he was like a docile and good son.
I stared at the old man in horror, my face full of alarm.
Da Sima stopped, coughed a few times, looked at me, but said in an old voice: "Ahem, I haven't seen you for so many years, that little little point back then, and the slim cough is really like your mother." ”
I saluted to Da Sima: "Grandpa General." ”
Da Sima: "Grandpa General, it's been a long time since I've been called like that." ”
I didn't know how to answer, so I glanced at Jiang Dayu.
Jiang Dayu scratched his head and proposed: "Master, the wind and sand are strong here, let's go back to the camp?" ”
He's right, it's not a good place to talk. The sun was scorching overhead, and the scorching heat made people dizzy and their mouths dry. There was an army all around, and the dust and sand and oppression raised made people feel suffocated and fainted. Coupled with the fact that I had just held my breath and dodged those arrows that were coming at us, I even felt a little weak in my feet now that I was afraid.
Although Zhaoyou took the Zichuan pill, he had injuries on his body, and I had to find a place to bandage him.
Otherwise, it will be bad if the weather is hot and the wound will suppurate.
"Back to what tent?" The old man listened, but hit Jiang Dayu with his cane.
The crutches slammed heavily on Jiang Dayu's armor, making a dull sound.
Jiang Dayu screamed, but it didn't hurt much, it looked like a master teaching an apprentice, and he habitually resisted.
Da Sima coughed a few more times and said, "Where is the military tent compared to the soft collapse of the inn in the city?" Besides, Boss Liu runs the long street of the city, and the restaurant and green building are famous far and wide, do you want to follow you back to the barracks? ”
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