When the heavy snow didn't stop all night, Dong Ping knew that troubles were coming.

Sure enough, the Great Wall border fortifications of the Song Kingdom were temporarily shelved due to heavy snowfall. The hundreds of officials of the two courts in the court, including the governors and general judges of the state capitals below, the prison army and the garrison are all headaches.

They thought that by the end of this year, the Great Wall against the north would be repaired, and they would be able to receive a few years of peace of mind. But now it seems that it is not known how long it will be delayed.

Da Liao has benefited, and he should not do anything to Da Song in recent years. But it is difficult to say that the 36 states that have been ceded are almost the size of half the country of the original Great Liao. I heard that this year, in order to manage these 36 states, Daliao has newly set up a large palace in the southern courtyard. God knows what the new king of the Southern Courtyard will do to the Great Song. In addition to the Great Liao, there are also Wolf Xia in the west, and the barbarians in the south are all eyeing the Great Song Dynasty.

As the first power in the world, the Great Song Dynasty, who dared to pull down the three monks of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism from the altar and step on the soles of his feet, has now been crushed by all difficulties. Dong Ping has been thinking about it all the time in the past three years, not to straighten the backbone of the Great Song Dynasty.

In the war that changed the fate of the Great Song Dynasty three years ago, Dong Ping thought that relying on the masters of the Great Song Dynasty army and some means of arranging troops was enough to defeat Da Liang.

But when he saw on the battlefield, that peerless monk from the Great Liao Kingdom was fighting against a million people with one person, he was stunned. He has seen a lot of masters, but this is the first time he has seen a man who can change a war with the power of one person. In other words, it was also the first time he experienced the cruelty of war. Targeting that person was Dong Ping's first idea under the ice of Songshan Lake.

The snow fell about two feet thick, and the camp tent outside the northern city showed half of its body in the snow, like a tomb.

Today, this martial arts can't be practiced, and Han Qingzhu and a few generals called Ma Ansheng, the general of the northern garrison, to the camp tent. Ma An was afraid of the cold, so he always had two stoves in his tent. Han Qingzhu and the others are martial arts experts and are not very afraid of the cold, and as soon as they entered Ma Ansheng's tent, they felt uncomfortable with the heat. Although their bodies were not happy, none of them dared to speak, and they all stood straight.

Ma Ansheng was sitting cross-legged at the table, writing an excerpt. By the time the excerpt was finished, Han Qingzhu and several generals were already sweating.

"How can you hold back the cold, you can't help the heat?" Ma Ansheng raised his head, he should be a middle-aged man with a handsome face, but a few red scars on his right cheek obscured his charm.

To say that Ma Ansheng is also a strange person, he was originally a jinshi, and he also served as a master in a state capital. But later, Ma Ansheng got drunk and wiped the neck of the old man Zhizhou. Tattoo hairdressing is inevitable, but on the way to this hairdressing, Ma Ansheng ran away. The fugitive Ma Ansheng became a bandit, and although he was arrested by the government several times in the future, he was also allowed to escape.

Ma Ansheng is a typical spokesperson for the blessing of the future if you don't die in a big disaster. When Song Liang went to war, Ma Ansheng enlisted in the army with a group of brothers and made several achievements. Now he has also become a city defender.

"We, cultivators, should adapt to the changes in heaven and earth, we have to endure the cold when it should be cold, and we have to endure the heat when it should be hot. But now it should be cold and uncomfortable. Han Qingzhu couldn't help but say two words.

Ma Ansheng was stunned, and scolded with a smile: "Rough man!"

"It's not rough. ”

Han Qingzhu added a sentence at the right time, he is very good at sycophancy. He knew that Ma Ansheng liked honest people, so every time he saw Ma Ansheng, he had to make an honest appearance. And this honesty is just right, there is no pretending to be stupid, and there is no trace of flattery.

"You beckoned the soldiers to sweep the snow from the camp. Ma Ansheng said.

A few generals came down and went out of the camp, and Ma Ansheng and Han Qingzhu were left in the tent. Ma Ansheng knocked on the fold on the table: "Sect Leader Han, please send this fold to the Zhizhou Mansion." Ma Ansheng is such a person, no matter who tries to please him, he will grasp this sense of proportion to the extreme.

When Han Qingzhu went to get the fold on the table with a little disappointment, Ma Ansheng asked coldly: "Where did Dong join the army?" Han Qingzhu suddenly had a pleasure of raising his eyebrows, and when Ma Ansheng asked, he had to tell Dong Ping well.

Before he could say this, he heard Ma Ansheng smile self-deprecatingly: "Ha, I forgot." On the fourteenth day of the first month of the first month of Dong Senjun's army every year, he has to go to the Jingyue Nunnery to worship the Buddha. ”

"It's... Be. Han Qingzhu only felt that his cheeks were aching.

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Dong Ping rolled over on his two slender thighs, just touching his face to the towering chest in front of him. He took a deep breath and said softly, "Incense." ”

"Woke up?" Dong Ping's ears were crispy with the delicate and sweet voice, and he turned over and sat up and hugged the delicate beauty with her hair scattered into his arms.

"Woke up. ”

Dong Ping has never been a white lotus that comes out of the mud and is not stained. He told a former friend that he was not comfortable living without a woman.

Lying in his arms was the quiet nun of Jingyue Nunnery, if it was more coquettish, I am afraid that no one could compare to Dong Ping. The first time he came to the Jingyue Nunnery to worship the Buddha, he hooked up with the tender Jingyue who could pinch out the water, and there was a teacher in the nunnery in addition to the Jingyue at that time. When the teacher was too alive, Dong Ping still had some restraint. Now that the teacher is too dead, he has been diligent when he comes to this Jingyue Nunnery.

Jingyuexiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she wiped her sweat lovingly for Dong Ping with her underwear: "Brother Love, I had a nightmare just now." Look at this sweaty head. The three words of Brother Love were heard by Jingyue from the mouth of the female pilgrim, these three words were the only love words she knew, and they were also the most beautiful love words she felt.

Dong Ping sweated because he had a dream in which he dreamed that he was being hunted down and killed by the people of the Great Song Dynasty. The men scolded him as a sinner while chasing him back, and the leader was a man in a yellow robe. He came back to his senses and smiled, and said softly, "It's okay." It's just a dream of being pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows and splitting the corpses of five horses. ”

Jing Yue lightly slapped Dong Ping's chest and said, "You! Jing is cranky, there are thousands of soldiers surrounding you, who dares to divide your five horses." Dong Ping pinched Jingyue's earlobe, and said meaningfully: "Of course, you are the only one who can divide my five horses." ”

"Me?" Jingyue looked confused.

Dong Ping sighed, Jingyue is Jingyue after all. If this sentence was said to the prostitutes in Bian Zhou, I am afraid that they would have blushed and slapped Dong Ping's chest.

Dong Ping thought about it, picked a love sentence that Jingyue could understand, and said, "Your eyes are like stars." Jingyue blushed suddenly, she put her round chin on Dong Ping's shoulder, narrowed her watery eyes, opened her red lips and leaked her teeth, and said happily: "Brother Love, your eyes are also like stars." ”

As everyone knows, Dong Ping, the lover brother in Jingyue's mouth, is the most ruthless person. He now holds Xiangyu in his arms and spits softly. But his heart had already flown to the Great Liao Kingdom outside the northern city, and he wanted to leave. wants to break the backbone of the Great Song Dynasty and become a master of the world. It is definitely not good to stay in Shubei City all the time, and those so-called masters in Shubei City, Dong Ping can't look down on them at all.

Back to the Great Song Dynasty. Dong Ping also thought about it, but soon shattered this idea. Let's not talk about how many people in the Great Song Dynasty wanted to kill him, just saying that the force of the Great Song Dynasty is not comparable to that of the Great Liao. Although Dong Ping is very reluctant to admit it, it is true. Da Song's luck is now running towards Da Liang, and the masters are also running towards Da Liang. Dong Ping always scolded them in his heart for being unscrupulous, but now, he is also going to Daliao.

When you go to another country, you always need an opportunity. Dong Ping is waiting, and recently he feels that this opportunity is coming.

Dong Ping once thought that he was really a lover, and he didn't want to come to Jingyue Nunnery before leaving. But when he was about to leave, he came involuntarily.

Dong Ping didn't want to say it, didn't want to say it, didn't dare to say it. In the end, Dong Ping imprinted a slightly cold lip on Jingyue's forehead and said, "Your eyes are like stars." ”