bright sheath

This year's winter jasmine flowers are not blooming well. Half a month has passed since the beginning of spring, and only two or three sporadic flowers have bloomed, hanging upside down on the soil slope.

Beside the earth slope is a large tent, with the smell of barbecue coming from the rising smoke, and the soldiers' loud jokes faintly heard, a young man leaning on the bed of the warm tent in the middle, with a quilt covering his chest, A hint of dark blue was revealed.

In front of the desk not far from him was a man dressed as a scribe kneeling on the ground, his thin body trembling faintly, it had been a long time, but he insisted on not lifting his head.

The son's voice was gentle and clear, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile when he opened his voice, and he said to the person whose head was shaking like a sieve: "Why are you so afraid of me, I promised to let you General Zhou go."

The scribe struggled and said: "I'm here as an envoy, general, please let me go. I still have a wife, children and old mother who need to take care of me. Really, really..."

The young man raised his hand at him, and greeted him with some enthusiasm: "Get up, get up, I'm really sick these two days, otherwise I will definitely get out of bed to help you, do you think this is good, I have heard that Mr. Liu not only You are eloquent and good at cooking, go cook me some food, if it tastes good, I will let you go right away, what do you think?"

"Ah?" The middle-aged scribe was a little taken aback, and finally raised his head.Only then did I see the real face of General Ling, known as the "Ghost of the Great Xia", and my first reaction was that he was small, too small, at most in his weak crown years, half leaning on the bed, with smiling eyes, but his nose The lower half of his face was covered by a gray-white mask, and his ears were tied by a silver ribbon. The material of this mask was unknown, and the outline of his lips could be faintly seen when he spoke.

With just one look, he lowered his head.

Seeing this, Ling Yanchi laughed again, his laughter was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the air, he said: "My letter has already been sent, now Daxia and your Dachen are no longer enemies, you don't need to be so trembling, Go ahead, cook me some of your favorite dishes, and then I will let you go. But don't go back to the barracks, I will tell them that you have been killed by me."

"What!" The scribe stood up in shock, forgetting even his fear, and said, "Since the alliance has been agreed for five years, why should the general say anything to hurt the peace between the two countries!"

The young man lowered his head and tucked in the quilt, lowered his eyes and said nonchalantly, "How else can I eat the food cooked by Mr.? Mr. is a master of craftsmanship. If I miss this time, I won't have the chance to taste it. Besides, I didn't ask Mr. to come back with me." Great Xia is already benevolent and righteous enough." He finally looked at the head scribe with puzzled eyes.

The scribe wiped his head nervously, he really didn't understand this general, he was left here for the sake of his appetite - how bad is the food in Da Xia?

Then he was taken out, and not long after, another burly man in armor walked in. When he saw him, he first clasped his fists and performed a general salute, and said with a little doubt: "General, what do you need?" Are you discussing?"

The young man raised his eyelids and glanced at him, smiled mysteriously, and without answering, sat up slightly and asked him, "Dare to ask Vice General Ma, but are you still thinking about your wife and children who are counting on you to be promoted?"

The deputy general was puzzled, but he still respectfully replied: "I dare not forget."

"Okay!" Ling Yanchi responded loudly, got up and patted him on the shoulder, and said to him with bright eyes, "I have a plan here, which can help Vice General Ma get rid of the word 'Deputy' in front, General Would you like to hear it?"

Ma Shiyou's heart beat faster, and an indescribable excitement filled his whole body. He seemed to have seen himself standing in front of an army of millions, holding a tiger talisman in his hand, and shouting "all generals obey orders". prestige!But then a little uneasiness prevailed—why did this person help himself?

None of the expressions on his face escaped Ling Yanchi's eyes.

The young man looked straight into his eyes, showed a sly smile, raised his head and said: "This battle, our army captured General Chen Zhaoyi Zhou Shimou, and killed the right deputy general Sun Min. It can be said that we have achieved success. Do you think I am stupid, and Zhou Shimou Let it go, and even mentioned the so-called five-year friendship with them..."

As expected, Ma Shiyou was puzzled, and only looked at him suspiciously, and saw the young man take out a letter and put it on the case, lightly tapped it with his pale fingertips, and motioned: "Open it and you will know gone."

After reading it, Ma Shiyou's eyes changed, it was astonishingly sharp, he didn't speak, he was waiting for Ling Yanchi to say the rest.

The young man walked slowly in the room with his hands behind his back, speaking slowly: "I think you already know that the result of this battle is far from that, and you can only understand it when Zhou Shimou's troops return to the court. And in this letter, I have signed all the plans. It is all in your name, and you will hand this letter to His Majesty after you return to the court. All the glory belongs to you, so why worry about being promoted... General Ma, do you understand?"

Ma Shiyou's hands were trembling, looking at the letter with longing eyes, finally he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he regained his composure, he put the letter on the table, took a step back, he cupped his hands and said: "This is not appropriate." The general was ordered in danger, and the credit for injuring Da Chen is indispensable. This plan was originally the general's idea. How can I take the credit for others? Please stop mentioning this matter."

Ling Yanchi pressed his shoulders, looked straight into his eyes, and said seriously: "How can it be regarded as Li Daitao's stiffness, a dead person's credit, everyone is the same, what does Vice General Ma think?"

At this point, Ma Shiyou was completely stunned, "What does this mean, General?"

Ling Yanchi took a few steps back and spread his hands, his long and tall figure was clearly revealed, but he was obviously a little thin, and his face was a little red after he stood up for a while, and he said: "Everyone in Daxia knows that I have asthma, When it comes to spring, it’s miserable, and you are the leader of these several marches, so it’s not surprising that I suddenly died of a sudden illness, are you right?”

Ma Shiyou was still a little hesitant, and couldn't help but tell the truth: "Isn't this mask the general wears to hide his face?"

Ling Yanchi raised his forehead, and said helplessly: "Look, you all believe a joke. I was originally ill, so sudden death is fine. You just tell His Majesty, he knows."

"What is the general's plan for the future?"

"Don't worry, I won't go back to take your credit. I'm going to stay in Dachen, so that if I go back to Daxia someday, you can still charge me with treason. How nice... I heard Dachen There are not so many willow trees, I should feel better going there for the spring, alas... I really want to take this Mr. Liu with me." He said as he walked to the case and sat down.

Ma Shiyou was a little embarrassed, Ling Yanchi said the first half of the sentence without being polite, he said with a dry smile: "If you want to take it, take it with you, the news of his killing has been sent out."

Ling Yanchi waved his hand, with a tired face, Ma Shiyou withdrew knowingly, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, but he was called back when he arrived at the door, his heart was flustered, and suddenly Stuck, looking back at Ling Yanchi's eyes unknowingly showed a little vigilance - isn't this person going back on his word?

Ling Yanchi seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and showed an obvious big smile, his eyes were narrowed into the crooked moon, and he said: "I forgot to say, my medicine is almost gone, let them prepare some more for me. I'm leaving tonight~"

"Good! Good!" He responded very quickly, and ran out of the warm tent as if fleeing.

Inside, Ling Yanchi quickly put away his smile, his face was calm, and he sighed, "It's really a skill to pretend to be sick..."

Not long after, Mr. Liu trotted all the way into the warm tent with food. After putting it on the table, he obediently stepped aside and let his hands down. Looking at the all-green cabbage soup, Ling Yanchi was completely dumbfounded, and stared at it with almost condemning eyes. Mr. Liu: "I asked my husband to cook me food. This is not what I want. I haven't planned to become a monk yet!"

"But they said that the general is weak, so he needs less salt and light food..." Mr. Liu felt aggrieved, he didn't even eat it.

Ling Yanchi suddenly had a toothache, tasted the feeling of lifting a stone and hitting his foot, and untied the mask, and the mask was piled up limply, like lumps of reconciled dough, and the two silver ribbons were like It hangs down like a small tail.He took a spoonful from each bowl and tasted it, but the result was not as bad as he had imagined. There was a slight fragrance of green onion, which calmed down the lackluster feeling. He was in a good mood for a while, and greeted Mr. Liu : "Mister's craftsmanship is well-deserved, come over and eat a little, and go home after eating."

"Ah?" Mr. Liu was stunned again.

"Are all scholars as stupid as Mr.?" After laughing, he ignored him and started to eat.

Mr. Liu couldn't believe it. He heard the word "go home". This battle has been fought for two years. Can he finally go home?The air was very quiet, and Ling Yanchi was eating soup and eating very quietly. He glanced at this person, and was in a complicated mood for a while, he didn't expect that the first sound he heard coming home was from the mouth of the enemy general.

Letting Mr. Liu go, before Xushi arrived, Ling Yanchi flitted away with a bundle, leaving behind a bunch of trifles in the military camp.

The war is over, after a crisp rain, the willow trees on both sides of the official road have sprouted new buds, which can be faintly seen in this somewhat dim scene. The vast stars in the sky and the lights on the earth are warm and comfortable, complementing each other. Fireworks.

Originally, he was very comfortable, but Ling Yanchi couldn't help speeding up his pace, his heart beat a little faster, one must know that things in this world are always dependent on blessings and misfortunes, and it is a blessing for him to avoid Daxia, but now he is faintly troubled by his panting the trend of.

"Report-"

A disgraced soldier scrambled and scrambled, wiped the winter jasmine flowers outside with his head drooping, and rushed into the tent. The dust almost swept up the table in front of Chen Yunyu. He was kneading his eyebrows and impatiently writing notes Seeing this, he raised his head and said in a serious manner: "Old General Zhou has been captured, what can be more urgent than this now?"

"...General Chen, it's a big deal, it's not good!" The soldier knelt on the ground panting heavily, his face was all white.

Chen Yunyu gave the servant behind him a wink, and soon a cup of tea was delivered to the soldier, and Chen Yunyu just looked at him quietly while he was drinking tea.

"Tell me, what happened, why did you come back alone and send the envoy to negotiate peace?"

"Back to the general, when I got near Daxia's camp, I was stopped outside, saying that only Mr. Liu was allowed in, and I had to wait outside. But it didn't take long for someone to come out and spread the word that Mr. Liu had been killed, and another Daxia I have a trust letter for the general." The soldier held up the letter with trembling hands.

Chen Yunyu stared at the letter in front of her, and couldn't see her expression clearly. After a while, she tore the half-written paper in half, and said sullenly: "When the two armies are at war, they never kill each other. He is really good at Daxia." , do you really think that I have no one left?"

The soldier underneath was still kneeling, and half of the folds fell at his feet, so frightened that he didn't dare to lift his head.

Chen Yunyu took a deep breath, and opened the letter expressionlessly, with a few simple words written on it: Yun, but Chen needs to be with Xia Shan for five years.

A few simple words made him stupefied. A second ago he was beheaded by the angry envoy, but now he suddenly learned that General Zhou had been released. Was this just teasing him?

The author has something to say:

The first to play is Gong, the general of Daxia.

The poems in the copywriting are written by me following the development of the plot, and may not be so neat, just take a look and don't take it too seriously.

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