Two samurai with swords came out of the woods in the rear.

"Back to the master, it is said that Young Master Xiao is not married yet!"

The old man by the river is the founding generalissimo of the Great Zhou Dynasty who faked his death and retired decades ago, a martial saint.

The martial saint smiled helplessly.

"As soon as he breaks Beihu, the patriarch of the sword clan and the wind-seeking boy will be shocked. Especially the wind-seeking boy, for the sake of long-term layout, he did not hesitate to send his granddaughter, which is also in line with his style. ”

One of the warriors sighed: "Young Master Xiao has been decadent for two years, it turns out that the time is not good, if the master can help him again, I think he can make a name for himself earlier......"

The Martial Saint just shook his head.

"Unless it's a last resort. His path should be his own. Since then, my presence has been a burden to him, not a help. ”

"Those in power like the Wind Boy know the current affairs and know the advance and retreat, but they don't dare to reveal my whereabouts. Most of the families and Guanlong ministers who have worked with me don't know what to do, and if they find out that I am still alive, it will be terrible. ”

The two samurai understood and did not dare to ask again.

Looking at the world, only he dared to call the generalissimo of Bashu a "boy".

For them, loyalty and belief in the Martial Saint have run through their lives, and only occasionally they are inevitably anxious about their masters' needs.

"Actually, I also hid a lot of things from Xiao'er. For him, once he knows too much, if he accidentally leaks secrets due to curiosity and other reasons, it will be a catastrophe. If he is not capable, then let him be an emperor and a concubine, and Prime Minister Zhuge will handle these things. For the sake of the country, Prime Minister Zhuge will inevitably choose the right time to tell him some truths. ”

"I didn't give him the word 'Xiao' because of his mother's surname. The ancestor of our Liang family, the name of Emperor Wu of the previous dynasty is Liang Xiao, I hope he can be better than the blue, and create a hegemony that surpasses the ancestors......"

"Ancestor Emperor Wu was the hundredth patriarch of the Sword Clan, and the Sword Clan is proud of his faith. I bet on my status and everything in the Sword Clan, and named Xiao Er after him, he also has the blood of the Sword Clan, if he can fix the country and the country, surpass the ancestors, and believe in the Mandate of Heaven The Sword Clan can truly submit. It's a risky move, and it's hard for him......"

The two samurai had an idea.

This peerless martial saint really broke his heart for that kid and Da Zhou.

"Qin, how about you go out of Bashu, send a letter to him for me, stay by his side, and do something for him?"

The black-clothed warrior named Qin readily agreed.

Wu Sheng smiled slightly, looked at the fish in the river that refused to bite the hook for a long time, and muttered to himself.

"Stinky boy, when will you become famous, Jingping from all over the world, come and see your old man. However, it doesn't matter if you know that you are regaining your strength, even if you are dying of old age today. ”

Between the words, there is endless expectation and warmth, mixed with a bit of pathos.

He was already in his old age, but he had never seen his two granddaughters, and he had not even seen the children he had passed on to Gaozu grow up.

Early the next morning, escorted by Xuan Wei, Duan Yunyi led Liang Xiao and the three girls to the royal garden.

This garden is in the south of the capital, it is a hill that is carefully maintained, it can be described as a beautiful mountain and clear water, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the idlers are not allowed to enter.

At the beginning of April, the mountain is full of peach blossoms, pleasing to the eye.

There is a Huguo Temple in the mountain, and the abbot of the temple is a senior monk, and he can't say it.

At the turn of spring and summer, on the ninth day of the fourth month, it was the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty who entered the temple to worship the Buddha and pray.

Everyone followed Duan Yunyi into the mountain and entered the temple.

The white-eyebrow host said that he could not lead the monks out to greet him, and after the ceremony, he said gratefully: "Your Majesty is here in person, let the old monk go and prepare." ”

Duan Yunyi naturally played accurately.

Waiting for the monk to leave, Duan Yunyi said to Liang Xiao: "Aiqing, what do you think of this place?" ”

Beautiful view.

Duan Yunyi said softly: "Actually, I am not familiar with this place, I don't come much, do you take everyone to enjoy the scenery?" ”

Liang Xiao understood and readily agreed.

Everyone followed Liang Xiao out of the temple, came to a high place, and looked around, a sea of flowers.

The mountain is full of peach blossoms, and the fragrance is elegant.

Duan Yunyi, Xiahou Qingyi, Zhuge Yun, Diana.

The four girls behind him, all of whom are stunning in the world, are also looking at his back at this moment, and they secretly promise.

The peach blossoms are very beautiful, after all, they can't compare to the white-clothed guests who enjoy the flowers in front of them.

Although he is sometimes a scoundrel.

When Liang Xiao turned around, he found that they were all looking at him and couldn't help but jump his eyelids.

Duan Yunyi was rarely pitiful, staring at him with blank eyes.

That look was enough to kill countless men in the world.

Liang Xiao saw that the accompanying Xuanwei were holding pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and seemed to understand her intention of letting her lead the team to enjoy the scenery, and his heart moved.

She was embarrassed to force herself, perhaps thinking that she needed a little inspiration for the right poems.

Under the expectant gaze of the girls, Liang Xiao silently went to get the pen and paper, and put the paper flat on the stone table in front of him.

Duan Yunyi was happy in his heart, and couldn't help but step forward and polish ink for him.

Zhuge Yun and Diana, who originally wanted to come forward to grind ink for Liang Xiao, also stopped to watch in their eyes, with three points of loss and seven points of envy in their eyes.

What other honor can be compared to the empress grinding ink for him.

[The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom. There is nowhere to find the spring of long-hate, and I don't know how to turn into this. 】

Until Liang Xiao opened his mouth, the girls' eyes all lit up.

Duan Yunyi, who was grinding ink, had his eyes flowing, half joy and half shame in his heart.

She was selfish and wanted to "squeeze" Liang Xiao's talent.

After all, the scenery here is so beautiful that if you return empty-handed, you will inevitably leave some regrets.

"Did all the spring that had gone gone hide here?"

As soon as Duan Yunyi spoke, everyone comprehended the whole poetic conception and was full of praise.

"The sword goes sideways, just like the autumn word 'I say that autumn is better than spring'!"

"Isn't this early summer peach blossom a continuation of the beautiful spring?"

After Liang Xiao finished writing, he looked at Duan Yunyi, who was full of joy, and said, "Your Majesty ......"

Duan Yunyi suppressed the reluctance in his heart, and pretended to be calm: "You don't have to give it to me, I can see another famous poem in Da Zhou, and I have no regrets." ”

After speaking, Duan Yunsleeve looked back at Zhuge Yun and the others.

The three girls were a little more shy in their eyes, and they shook their heads one after another, obviously embarrassed to accept Liang Xiao's gift.

Duan Yunyi's heart moved, and he said, "Why don't you give it to my imperial sister?" ”

Liang Xiao agreed without hesitation.

The accompanying war horses of the Xuanwei troops put simple tables and chairs in their bags.

Everyone rested here and enjoyed the sea of flowers with Liang Xiao, which was very pleasant.

At the same time, the deserters of Beihu finally fled back to the desert in embarrassment.

Generalissimo Hu Yanche of Beihu listened to the report and was furious!

"Five thousand cavalry, counting the scattered deserters, lost more than four thousand eight hundred, and only two hundred fled back?!"

In the tent, the northern Hu people looked at each other.

"Then how many troops did Liang Xiao send to defeat you? Report truthfully to Ben Shuai, and if there is any concealment, behead it to show the public! ”

The deserters were so frightened that they confessed.

"Judging by the scale of his troops, there may have been only about 2,000 men when he defeated us, and then when a large army arrived, he killed us all......