Withered Leaf didn't say anything, put her hand on her small hand clenched into a fist, and looked at the crowd.

The people sat down on the stone steps of the square with lanterns, as before. An old man with gray hair came out of the crowd, wearing a fur coat with many red tassels hanging from his clothes. On the old man's face, a pair of sharp eyes sank deeply, giving people an invisible deterrent, and that person was the patriarch of Yelang City.

The crowd fell silent, and the old man walked slowly up to the stone platform with his crutches. "Tuk-tuk-tuk-" The audience was silent except for the sound of crutches on the ground. The old man stood in front of the big stone chair and watched them, and the white horse and the dead leaves were about to stand up, but the old man waved his hand and realized that they were sitting down.

"Yelang City, a few months ago. On a moonlit night, the general fought with the dragon, unfortunately died in the middle of the river, and the people were heartbroken, and they marched to mourn," the patriarch's voice said in a heavy and powerful voice, and the audience was silent, and the eyes of the white horse on the big chair dimmed.

The patriarch continued, his voice was excited, and his body, which was originally facing the people, suddenly turned to face the withered leaves: "Now, with the protection of this noble person in the past few months, Yelang City can maintain its current peace. We, the people in the audience, are grateful, and after repeated discussions, we have decided to make you the new Great Protector General, are you willing?" the patriarch was sincere, and there was some humble pleading in his passionate tone.

The dead leaves were silent, looking at the white horse on the side. White Horse looked at the people of the city in a daze, Yelang City needed someone to protect them, and this person was no longer a moonlit night. The white horse nodded, and the withered leaves stood up and swore to the people in the audience: "Thanks to the trust of the people of Yelang City, I am willing to become the new general of the city protector and protect Yelang City!"

The people on the stone steps suddenly held their lanterns high and shouted in unison: "General Withered Leaves, General Withered Leaves!" The loud voice was like a wave rising higher than a burst, and the red light flashed in the square on a moonlit night.

The patriarch raised his hand, and the crowd fell silent. He took two bowls of white wine on his wrinkled hands and said, "General Withered Leaves." To show gratitude, the old decay did it first as a respect!"

After speaking, the patriarch picked up the big bowl and poured it up, drank the bowl of wine, and held it down. "Bang!" shook his hand and threw the black porcelain tea bowl with a crisp sound, and the tea bowl fell to the ground and became torn apart. The dead leaf took the tea bowl and drank it in one gulp, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

The patriarch nodded in satisfaction and looked at the white horse sitting on the side. Presumably, the withered leaves stayed here to kill the four beasts, and the enemy country was fought because of her. So he continued: "I see that General Withered Leaf and White Horse are in love, why don't General Withered Leaves form a bond with White Horse, and be even more happy." ”

The withered leaf's hand trembled inadvertently, and he looked back at the white horse, the white horse's face sank, and he hesitated for a moment at the hot gaze of the withered leaf, and then nodded in agreement.

The marriage between the white horse and the withered leaf was thus decided. On the day of the wedding, many people came, and the cold house was very lively. Early in the morning, the dead leaves in the lobby are decorating the wedding scene.

"Lantern, a little further to the left. "Dead Leaf is dressed in a red robe and wears a red crown on his head. Standing under the ladder and commanding.

The maids of the house were busy going in and out, and finally the withered leaves stood in the courtyard and looked at the new auditorium with satisfaction, the courtyard was full of red lanterns, and the gate of the inner hall opposite the courtyard was wide open. At a glance, there was a big word "Xi" on the wall.

The withered leaves stood in the courtyard, and the sound of firecrackers sounded outside the mansion, thinking that the sedan chair of the white horse had arrived. Withered Leaf thought. With a smile on his face, he strode quickly towards the gate.

At this time, in a mansion under the south mountain of Yelang City, the gate was closed, and there was a noise inside.

In the high wall, in the courtyard stood rows of soldiers in full gear, each standing straight with spears in hand, the scorching sun shining on the weapons in their hands, refracting a dazzling light.

In the huge courtyard, in front of him was a high platform made of wood, on which stood a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, wearing golden armor and holding a long knife, scanning the warriors present. He is the uncle of the moonlit night, named Leng Hu, and he just learned the news that the white horse is going to marry the dead leaves in an hour.

It has been less than half a year since the moon night died, and he can't wait to set up a new city protection general, and he has followed the moon night for so many years without the slightest benefit, thinking of this cold tiger's face is very ugly. What's more, this person is not from Yelang City, the origin is unknown, the corpse of the moonlit night is not cold, and the girl on the white horse even agreed to marry him, which is really chilling!

"Yulin, you quickly investigate the origin of that person. Leng Hu turned his head sideways and said to the personal entourage behind him, Yulin was a warrior who had followed him for three years, and he was deeply trusted by Leng Hu.

"Yes, Lord. The warrior behind him saluted, took a few steps back and stepped down from the platform.

Yulin's figure disappeared from sight, Leng Hu retracted his gaze, and said to the soldiers in the audience: "Our Leng Mansion has been a golden iron horse for generations, and our achievements have been lost. Now that the moonlit night is gone, how can this glory fall into the hands of outsiders? ”

No one in the audience responded.

"I think you are all brothers who were born and died with the moonlit night, and now the bones of the moonlit night are not cold, and the white horse does not keep filial piety for him, but now he wants an outsider to marry. Think back then, the moonlit night adopted her back and raised her as an adult, is she worthy of the moonlit night now?" Leng Hu's words were impassioned, and many soldiers were indignant in their hearts.

Leng Hu's expression became smug when he looked at the audience, and he continued: "Now we should go to stop this wedding! Take back the honor of Leng Mansion!

"It's not a good night!" someone in the crowd responded.

"For the moonlit night, for the moonlit night!" more responses came one after another.

Looking from the platform, the soldiers were holding spears and waving, accompanied by the sound of armor, shouting slogans in unison, working together, the smile on Leng Hu's face was even worse, and it seemed that the military spirit was stable.

On the other side of the bustling street, both sides are full of people who come to join in the fun, the red crumbs from the burning firecrackers, and the flowers thrown along the road spread all over the street, and there is a delicate red sedan chair in front of the cold house. The white horse sat inside, with a phoenix crown and a red apple in his hand, why was he so uneasy today.

Today's white horse is very beautiful, with black hair coiled and gold beads on it, and the golden peony hairpin left to her by her mother is inserted in the bun, which is the icing on the cake for her. On her palm-sized face, she was painted with delicate makeup, her delicate willow eyebrows outlined her beautiful face, and her red lips added a touch of charm. (To be continued......)