Cheng Ting refused to leave - there was no one in the fort, and Wu Jin was alone here, which was really pitiful.

He knew that his mind was not enough to break this mortal situation, so he followed Wu Jin, ate and drank, and never said much.

The two of them stayed in the middle tent, and fell asleep on their feet, he was full of worries, and slept until the end of the hour, when he suddenly woke up, sat up suddenly, and saw that Wu Jin was not caught by the good prescription, and had already gotten up.

The wind of Zi Chou gradually faded, and there was a little light outside the compartment, he pulled his shoes, put on a short shirt and went out, and saw that Wu Jin had just finished shaving his chin with a layer of blue, and was wiping his face with a handkerchief, his face was greatly improved, but his cheeks were thin and sunken.

"Li Yitie should accept you as an apprentice." He walked over, took the handkerchief from Wu Jin's hand, first washed his face with hot water in the basin, then chewed tooth wood, and then ran to the official room to pee.

When he walked back and sat down at the square table, Wu Jin had already made tea, put it in front of him, and asked, "What is the price of food in the city?"

Cheng Ting took a sip of the teacup: "It's no big deal, Hou Fuzhong has pressed down, and the salt has risen by two percent, and the tea has increased tenfold, which is not a big deal."

As early as the death of the first emperor, the salt tea field has been closed, salt tea is from the Jeju wharf, after Jeju was besieged, because the tea has not been stored more, all the way soaring.

But there is no tea to drink, and it is really not a life-threatening matter.

The rear camp sent a large bowl of meat porridge and steamed cakes, the two sat opposite each other and ate together, after eating, Wu Jin held a big bowl and climbed to the top of the city.

The sky was jade-colored, the sun had not yet risen, and the wind was cold, Cheng Ting sneezed into the wind, pulled up his sleeves and wiped his nose, and helped Wu Jin insert the big silk into the highest place in the city.

With the direction of the flag, I saw dust, sand mixed with white bones, rolling on the ground, falling into the ravine, and turning up more dust.

The wind is howling, the bones are clashing, the green grass is low, and all kinds of sounds are intertwined, like music.

Cheng Ting tried his best to look far away, until the heaven and earth converged into a line, and there was no trace of Jin Yu.

"It seems that Jin Yu was also scared, and retreated to the end." Cheng Ting put his mind at ease.

Wu Jin shook his head: "Although the national strength of Jin Yu is not strong and cannot attack the city for the time being, there are still a small number of strong troops a hundred miles away, and there are often scouts to spy outside, once they find that there is no one in the village, they will be dispatched immediately."

He stretched out a hand and stroked the edge of the cold wall: "There is no smoke in the cooking today, and we can't even resist a hundred gold captives."

Cheng Ting's heart immediately beat like a drum, and he shivered as if he was cold, but a layer of sweat appeared on his body, looking at the wind rolling into a ball on the ground, he took a deep breath and exhaled from his mouth.

"How long are we going to keep watch?"

Wu Jin knew that Mo Lingfeng would attack Wangzhou on the sixth day of the new year, and capture the undefended Wangzhou with strange soldiers, today is the fourth day of the new year, and the victory or defeat will be known the day after tomorrow.

The news will also arrive on the ninth day of the new year at the latest.

If there is no Jeju messenger on the ninth day of the first month, there is no need to keep it anymore - if they can hold out until that day.

He replied, "Stay until the ninth day of the first month."

"It wasn't a few days." Cheng Ting smiled at Wu Jin dryly, and when he saw Wu Jin's calm expression, he relaxed a little.

The sky gradually brightened, the wind gradually settled, and a round of red sun poured out from the ground, shining all over the ground with golden light, and there was no shelter.

Cheng Tingxin said: "Heaven is not beautiful."

If it was as rainy as a few days ago, the wet clouds were long, and it was difficult for Jin Yu to get out of the yellow sand, the anomaly of Gaopingzhai might be hidden for a longer time.

He also thought that the news of Jin Yu was blocked, and he must not have known that Mo Lingfeng had already rebelled out of Kuanzhou, let alone sent scouts today.

The two stood in the city for a long time, and at noon Cheng Ting saw that Wu Jin was not in good spirits, so he took him to drink medicine and rest, and he stood with the soldiers next to Daxu for another half a day.

As he wished, there was nothing to do for a day.

His heart was relieved, and the person lost his shape, and he stepped down three stone steps in one step, and went straight to the middle tent.

The room was about to start a meal, and the little soldier sent an urn of rotten mutton, a bowl of dried radish, and a pot of dried vegetable buns, and put them on the table - the back camp looked at Cheng Ting's body shape, estimated his belly, and let that

The buns are pointed.

The dishes are not rich, but the amount is large, Cheng Ting went to wash his hands, took the dishes and chopsticks from Wu Jin's hand and put them on the table, picked up a bun and took a big bite, and looked up at Xiao Bing: "Is there any wine?"

The little soldier looked at Wu Jin, saw Wu Jin nodding, replied "yes", trotted out, and brought in a jar of rice wine and two large bowls after a while.

Cheng Ting finished eating the buns in his hand, poured a bowl and sent it to Wu Jin, Wu Jin waved his hand: "I don't drink."

So the wine bowl didn't hit the ground, turned around and returned to Cheng Ting: "Forgot, if you have a cold, I will drink less, so as not to make a mistake."

He got up and scooped a bowl of mutton soup for Wu Jin: "Eat more, I'll squint for a while after eating, I'll keep watch tonight, and you sleep."

Wu Jin picked up the chopsticks and grabbed the mutton: "Okay."

He was full after eating this large bowl of mutton, and forced himself to eat another dried vegetable bun.

Cheng Ting had a good appetite, ate and drank, ate the remaining mutton soup, stuffed four dried vegetable buns into his stomach, drank the rice wine in the wine bowl in the last sip, wiped his mouth, stood up and walked to the compartment: "I'll take a break."

He slept when he was full, sleeping uncomfortably, curled up, his head buried in the crook of his arm, snoring incessantly, dazed, and hearing the sound of Xun in his ears.

He barely opened his eyes, sat up with the quilt in his arms, and reached out to wipe the sweat from his sleep, his head still unable to turn like mush.

Who's blowing the whistle?

Is the Leaf back?

No, could it be Wu Jin?

He hung down his legs, barefoot in *** shoes, woke up, and realized that something was wrong - Wu Jin can't blow Xun!

He hurriedly bent down and lifted the heel of his shoes, pulled off the soap-colored shirt from the clothes pole and put it on, and strode out while tying the clothes belt: "Wu Jin?"

The night was falling, it seemed that it was the beginning of the hour, Wu Jin had already left the middle tent and was going to the city, when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps, he stopped and looked back: "Awake?"

Cheng Ting rushed to Wu Jin's side in one breath, panting, and the sound in his ears became clearer and clearer, coming from outside the village: "Jin Yu?"

Wu Jin continued to walk up, until he walked to the tower of the main city, looked around, did not see any trace of the enemy, and then listened carefully, except for the sound of Xun, there was no other wind and grass.

And Xun sobbed incessantly, as if echoing the wind.

His heart moved, and he thought of the Qiang man named Zel.

"It should be Zel," he told Cheng Ting, "The Qiang people believe in the gods of heaven and earth, and the Xun sound will not have too many tunes."

Cheng Ting's clenched fists were released, and his hands wiped the sweat on his clothes: "The wind blows in the wind and there is no tune, the whole thing is a ghost crying wolf, it's better not to blow."

Wu Jin shook her head: "I want her to blow more."

The two of them listened while patrolling along the city wall, a bright moon hung high in the sky, the light was shining, shining on the wild dogs that dug up the soil below, dragging out the white bones, not far away a white-shouldered carved on the flagpole, with white feathers on both shoulders, the head and tail were black and brown, and the tail feathers were decorated with purple light under the moonlight.

The sound stopped, Cheng Ting approached to see the eagle, the eagle spread its wings, stretched out its two steel claws, screamed, rose into the sky, and broke the wind.

Wu Jin stopped suddenly, his eyes like a torch, shooting out of the city tower.