Fantasy Mirror Travel Records

Lu Xiaofeng felt that he was either dead or dreaming.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself in the desert, surrounded by barbarian soldiers in armor and many felt tents, the bonfires brightly reflected half of the night sky red, and the aroma of wine intoxicated the Gobi.

People came and went, but they all passed him by without turning their eyes, and even passed through his body, leaving them like air.

Lu Xiaofeng could only follow them like a wandering spirit, and saw many imprisoned people along the way.These people were locked in wooden fences like livestock, and the soldiers guarding them made fun of them and laughed from time to time. If they wanted to catch someone out and insult them, they would wrap a rope around the person's neck and drag them along.

A battle should have just ended here, and these people are all captured by the victor.

The meaning of war has never been limited to victory and defeat, but more to the life and death of the people.

The attitude of the soldiers was cruel and cruel. They divided the prisoners into four categories: male, female, old, and young. The men and the old were all killed, the children were locked in the livestock pen, and the women were driven out and lined up for them to choose. Those who were beautiful and weak-tempered slipped out and were escorted to the big tent, and the rest were either dragged into the small tent crying or killed on the spot.

Lu Xiaofeng has a flirtatious nature, but he both loves and respects women, and never forces any woman to do something she hates, so although he has confidante girls all over the world, there are not many women who hate him to the bone.

When he saw a soldier ripping off a woman's skirt, Lu Xiaofeng shot subconsciously, but the two fingers he was so proud of pierced through the opponent's head. The woman was thrown heavily on the haystack.

Lu Xiaofeng's complexion changed drastically. He was in a state like a lonely ghost, unable to intervene to stop anything. Seeing that the soldier was about to bend down, a rope came from behind like a spirit snake and wrapped around his neck. After three turns, he strangled the person so hard that he took two steps back.

"Who - big, big witch!"

The good thing was interrupted, the soldiers yelled and cursed, and the accomplices around came in twos and threes, but these bearded and staring men stopped after seeing who was coming.

Lu Xiaofeng looked up.

It was a woman wearing a black cloak. The wide hood covered most of her face, her eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadows, and only her tall nose and slightly dark lips were exposed.

The woman held a mirror in her left hand, and tightly held the end of the rope in her right hand. Seeing the mess in front of her eyes, she suddenly opened her mouth.

Unlike Tarot and others who have been walking on the border all year round and have learned a good Chinese, she spoke Hu, but Lu Xiaofeng understood it strangely, as if every word she said was directly imprinted in his brain, and it didn't matter what Hu and Han were. Don't.

"Your Majesty ordered me to reward these female slaves." The black-robed woman said coldly, "Put them in the tent, and no one is allowed to touch my slaves."

The soldiers were obviously not angry, just like wolves would not easily give up the lamb that had been brought to their mouths, but no matter how unwilling they were, the movements of their men were not slow, and no one even tried to bargain with the black-robed woman. never.

It's not so much respect, it's better to say that they fear her, like avoiding a scourge.

The woman in black robe stood alone by the campfire, more like a bleak ghost than Lu Xiaofeng.

Suddenly, she took a few steps forward and took a girl from the soldier.This girl was dragged out together in the chaos just now. She was only twelve or thirteen years old. When she was bullied by the soldiers, she cried out in fright, and then hit her head on a stone. Now she is unconscious with blood on her face. .

Lu Xiaofeng followed the black-robed woman closer, watched her wipe off the blood on her face, only to realize that although this girl was wearing a hu skirt, she was from the Central Plains, and for some reason she ended up here, and suffered a catastrophe.

"Where is the person with her?" the black-robed woman asked.

A soldier replied: "It seems that there is a bad old man, but he killed so many people when he broke the city, I can't remember."

Lu Xiaofeng stood by and looked at the girl's belongings, and found that she still had a small riding whip and a camel bell hanging around her waist. She was probably the daughter of a merchant, and she followed her father to this region to do business.

It is also pitiful.Lu Xiaofeng thought so.

The girl's injuries were a little serious, and the woman in black robe brought her back to her tent.Lu Xiaofeng followed closely inside, and saw the woman in black robe put the wounded person on her blanket, first rolled her eyelids to check the pulse, then wiped the wound on her head with strong wine mixed with water, then found a basin and lit the herbal medicine Set aside to smoke.

After finishing these, the black-robed woman washed her hands and lifted the curtain, called two tall bearded women to guard, and then went to the king's tent in the center.

A celebration banquet is being held outside the king's tent.

The bonfire is brightly lit, the wine is full of singing and dancing, although there is no silk and bamboo orchestra, there are pipa bells and drums, and the sound is urging, and the steps are hurried, like a storm.The man sang and laughed, clapping the tambourine one after another. Several orchids in fiery red dresses danced around the bonfire, twisting their waists and limbs like snakes, hooking their hands and feet and then sinking them. fall down.

The barbarian men around all raised their glasses and laughed. When everyone was in high spirits, one person's silence seemed particularly abrupt.

The woman in black robe sat quietly in the corner, watching the celebration banquet indifferently.Relying on the fact that no one could see him, Lu Xiaofeng sat down beside the woman with a big face. From his angle, he could see her eyebrows and eyes hidden under the shadow of the hood——

She has the appearance of an orthodox pure-blooded Mobei, with a high nose and deep eyes, light white skin, and a few strands of hair leaking from under the hat are slightly curled. When the breeze blows, the inadvertent trembling of the hair tip is more exciting than Orchid's dancing posture.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes slid all the way down the ends of the hair, and finally landed on the precious mirror in her hand, his pupils shrank suddenly.

This is a yin and yang mirror, the front and the back are both mirrors, both are molded with hydra statues, but the orientation of the head and the tail are different from the embellishment of beads and stones, and the two mirrors are also the same but different.

He remembered what Chu Liuxiang had said, perhaps this was the original appearance of Huan Shi Jing, and it was also the main point of their going back.

Lu Xiaofeng subconsciously reached out to touch the mirror, and without any surprise, his hand passed through it.However, the woman seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised her head to look around vigilantly, and the hand holding the mirror tightened and loosened.

This reaction attracted the attention of those who had been paying attention to her. The king who was sitting in the upper seat came over with a golden cup full of wine, and said to her, "Ulan, come and have a drink. This battle is thanks to you."

"It's all thanks to the king and everyone who broke the city and attacked the army. I'm just doing some divination." The black-robed woman was silent for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

Lu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows, the moment Ulan drank, he could clearly see that the smile on Mo Di Wang's face was slightly cold, and after a moment, he became enthusiastic again.

"Look at your unhappy face, who made you unhappy?" King Modi caressed Ulan's face with callused hands, and his voice softened, "You are a great witch, and you have made great contributions. Who made you unhappy? You don't have to give anyone face, just clean it up."

"No." Ulan turned her face slightly, "I just want to ask the king for a reward."

King Mo Di laughed loudly: "Whatever you want, just take it!"

"Those female slaves... what does the king want to do with them?"

King Mo Di said indifferently: "You mere slut, why bother to deal with them? They are all rewarded to the warriors, and those who like it will be brought back to the capital, and the rest will be killed after playing with them."

He said it lightly, as if he treated hundreds of human lives as a pile of weeds and trampled on them casually.Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng frowned first, and then keenly noticed the expressions of approval from the people around him, as if they had deep-rooted disdain and contempt for women.

Such disdain and contempt did not exclude Ulan. Although everyone except the great king bowed their heads to the great witch, there was no reverence and piousness on the bowed face, only unwillingness and ridicule.

Lu Xiaofeng thinks about the attitude of Tarot and others before, and has a new understanding of the Modi tribe - the demeanor of women.

Ulan frowned. She considered her words and said, "It is natural for the female slaves rewarded to the warriors to be brought back to the capital, but there is no need to kill the remaining ones. After all, the heavenly maidens are kind and don't like to see killings."

When she mentioned the "Longevity Goddess", King Modi's eyes flashed with resistance, and his tone was a little impatient: "Then leave them behind and let them die."

Ulan knew that this was his biggest concession, so he didn't say anything more, toasted King Mo Di three glasses of wine, then turned and left.

Lu Xiaofeng still stayed here.

Sure enough, when Ulan's figure completely disappeared, King Mo Di slammed the golden cup, and the cup hit the foot of an orchid, and it was instantly bruised. She turned pale from the pain, but did not dare to kneel down and cry for forgiveness. , silently stepped aside.

A man in leather armor asked the dancers to leave, and then said to King Mo Di: "The great witch is not paying attention to the king anymore."

Another person spat: "It's just a bunch of lowly female slaves. The dignified witch has surrendered his status and pleaded in front of the king. Could it be that he has something to do with the enemy country?"

"No nonsense." King Mo Di's expression was gloomy, but he maintained a superficial calmness.

"Even if we go too far, she's too much. She's just a bitch. Even if she becomes a great witch, she has to recognize her status. It's enough to do divination in an orderly manner. You have to take care of this and that." Previously The man snorted coldly, "She is lucky enough to be a great witch but she is not satisfied, she also wants to benefit other sluts... A slut is a slut, greedy and not satisfied, a group of two-legged goods who only want to please men and reproduce their children and grandchildren That’s all, it’s enough to provide food and clothing, and expect to stand up and live like a human?”

"Talk about the goddess at every turn. It is clear that she is self-satisfied with meritorious deeds. She is using the gods to challenge the authority of the king and us. She must be taught a lesson!"

"That's right..."

"That's enough." King Modi interrupted their discussion, "Great Witch, she is a woman after all, she is soft-hearted and useless, why are you so concerned?"

The nearby ministers heard the hidden meaning, and echoed: "That's right, women are timid and soft-handed, and shouldn't be in important positions... What's the 'big witch', it's just an old legend, just like the sentence said by the people of the Central Plains—— — this moment, that moment.”

"Yes! The king led us to fight on the battlefield and expand the territory. There is no need for a great witch! She always talks about the destiny and will of heaven, and she is not allowed to do this or that. She is our stumbling block!"

"..."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at them accusing and swearing here, as if he caught the lead of the fire from under this impregnable appearance.

The Modi tribe will eventually perish due to civil strife and division, and this contradiction has grown to the point that it cannot be ignored. If the embankment of a thousand miles in this world is destroyed by an ant nest, let alone a country that is riddled with holes?

He shook his head, and chased in the direction Ulan left.

Ulan has returned to his tent.

She walked fast, and naturally she couldn't hear the broken words behind her, but her face was as deep as water, and it was clear that her heart was like a mirror, and her whole body leaked depression and anger from the inside out.

But when Ulan walked into the tent, these negative emotions subsided in an instant—the girl on the couch had already woken up.

She was like a wounded little beast, looking at the person who walked in in horror. Before Ulan was three feet away from her body, a wooden bowl hit her head on. If she didn't catch it correctly, she might alarm the guards outside. .

"Don't be afraid." Ulan stood on the spot and said in Central Plains dialect, "I won't harm you, are you hungry?"

The girl just looked at her vigilantly, opened her mouth a few times, but couldn't make any sound.

A strange look flashed in Ulan's eyes: "You can't speak?"

The girl nodded hesitantly.

Ulan narrowed her eyes, then smiled slightly: "I'm Ulan, can you tell me your name?"

She took off her hood, revealing her beautiful face, her smile was as warm as the sunshine in March, but her eyes were as gentle as a river of spring water.

Lu Xiaofeng stood beside her, watching the girl lying on the ground, using her fingers to swipe in the dirt, writing two crooked Chinese characters - Xiaotao.

His heart moved, and he carefully looked at the girl's face.The blood and dust on her face has been washed away. A girl of this age is at a critical moment of growth, her childishness is still intact, her eyebrows and eyes have not yet fully grown, but she can already vaguely see the shadow of the future.

Ulan is undoubtedly the most beautiful and warmest woman in the world when she puts her body down and no longer pretends to be indifferent. She gently holds up Xiaotao's hands like the immortal goddess in the mural, as if holding up a life struggling in the mud.

Xiaotao stared at her obsessively, and unconsciously infected by this tenderness, she slowly softened and smiled at Ulan.

It was supposed to be a pure and beautiful smile, but Lu Xiaofeng immediately came to his senses - this Xiaotao was the later "Madam Boss"!