Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

His words were powerful and steady like a mountain, Jiang Luobai wanted to raise his head to distinguish, but his eyes met the worried eyes of his elder brother, as if he understood something for a moment, a smile was barely drawn on the corner of his lips, and finally he lowered his head in response road.

"Forget it, just listen to the words of Neijun and take Mr. Lu... down."

The blue-clothed scholar stood quietly behind the curtain. Even if Jiang Luoyu suddenly entered the tent and ordered soldiers to arrest him, his expression did not change at all, but when Jiang Luobai behind him spoke, his dark eyes Suddenly it fell down, the last trace of blood on the thin lips disappeared, and the whole face was clean without a trace of expression.

When the blue color finally completely disappeared from the field of vision, Jiang Luoyu lowered the curtain with complicated eyes, walked up to the place, and then sat down slowly after the soldiers left, with trembling fingers, wanting to pick up the brush and continue to write the memorial. Jiang Luobai, who couldn't get the brush down for a long time, sighed in a low voice, pulled the brush out from between his fingers, and patted him on the shoulder as a comfort.

"Luo Bai, Lu Qin came to the frontier at this moment, he should have kept it from the people in the Lu family. If there are other insiders, it might be his sister. The eldest brother is not an unreasonable person, and he didn't want to imprison Lu forever. The meaning of the young master is that he just wants to wait until you win the battle and return to the court, and then let him go back to the Lu Mansion, so that no matter what happens after that, you will be able to deal with it easily."

Having said that, Jiang Luoyu lowered his head, glanced at the cold expression on his younger brother's face, and the uncontrollable pain in his eyes, and sighed slowly again, wanting to persuade him, but after thinking for a while, he didn't know what to do. How to persuade, can only squat down to watch him, murmured in a low voice.

"Actually speaking of hate, the most hateful thing is not the Mr. Lu who told the truth and designed you, but the infatuated younger sister—if she didn't fall in love with you at the beginning, and then tried every means to force you In the end, Lu Qin, the adopted son, couldn't bear her begging and set up a trick to deceive you. Now that you two are probably confidants, how did you get into this situation?"

When Jiang Luobai heard what he said, he sat there in a daze at first, then seemed to hear something suddenly after a while, and suddenly raised his head, with doubts flashing in his eyes: "...Brother? You just said... ..."

Jiang Luoyu looked at his puzzled eyes, but slowly shook her head, and said softly, "I know you're in a turmoil right now, but since you've decided to let go, what difference does it make if you know or don't know?"

"Brother...that's what you said." After a moment of silence, Jiang Luobai lowered his head and smiled wryly, and finally nodded slowly. The young man's face seemed to have taken off some kind of shackles in an instant, and his expression relaxed. It's just that the color at the bottom of the eyes is still too dark to see clearly, "Since I have decided to let go, I shouldn't think about it anymore."

"Luo Bai, don't worry, there is still big brother here. If you don't worry about Mr. Lu's matter, you can leave it to big brother for now." Jiang Luoyu nodded after hearing his words, and comforted him softly: "It doesn't matter what big brother is right now. What is my identity, as long as I live in this world for a day, my eldest brother will be connected with you by blood, and will always be your support."

After half a stick of incense, Jiang Luoyu lowered his body and just returned to the tent. He glanced around but didn't see the person who should be in the tent. He frowned slightly and was about to speak when he suddenly felt warm on his body. When he turned his head, the familiar pair of lipa-colored eyes were looking at him, and his slender fingers were carefully fastening the cloak on him.

"When I went out, I didn't know whether it was cold or warm."

The man's deep and gentle voice sounded in his ears, Jiang Luoyu looked at him fixedly, couldn't help being a little dazed, then curled the corners of his lips, smiled and raised his hand to brush the broken hair by the man's ear, suddenly gently With a sigh, he murmured.

"Since ancient times, the word "love" is really a grind."

Hearing what he said suddenly, the person who tied the cloak for him slowly raised his head, there was a little doubt in his eyes, but there was more in the depths.

Gentle, suddenly raised her arms to hug him, and asked softly, "Who are you talking about?"

Jiang Luoyu leaned into his arms and pursed her lips, then slowly closed her black jade-like eyes, raised her hand to hold the man's warm wrist, and did not speak again.

On the second day, the coalition forces of the two sides converged, and the army set off.

Because Jiang Luoyu left behind a part of the army in light clothes, before he left, he went to see the blue-clothed scholar who was detained behind the army with a calm expression, as if he was still in the big tent. It's all cold.

"My younger brother can't let everyone down. This time he spared you, and I'm no longer a member of the Xiaoyao Palace. I can't control him so much, so I follow his wishes. Just one thing, I will definitely let you He listened to me all the time."

In the dim tent, the page of the book in the hand of the blue-clothed scholar shook slightly. After a soft hiss, he still lowered his eyes in silence, closed the page slowly, and looked up at the flame-flaming lamp in front of him. The oil lamp, Jiang Luoyu's deep words rang in his ears: "Until he completely forgets you, I won't let him see you again."

The voice fell for a long time, and when he realized that Jiang Luoyu hadn't left after saying this, as if he wanted his answer, the blue-clothed scholar finally raised his head, two flames seemed to be jumping in his dark eyes, and he sighed lightly. Very light: "If this is the case, it would be great..."

"Take good care of Mr. Lu, don't let him run away! If something happens in the camp, you can go to His Royal Highness Xiaoyao Wang and see him first!"

"Follow Jun's order!"

Jiang Luoyu's footsteps were getting farther and farther away. Looking from the dark and damp tent, the light purple figure disappeared completely in less than a moment. The blue-clothed scholar in the tent once again opened the page in his hand, bowed his head and coughed violently After a few sounds, trembling fingers placed on the torn part of the page, and the blood on his face finally completely disappeared.

The army marched towards the vast grassland in the distance, when the north wind was howling in winter, the original green grass gradually turned yellow, every day the army marched, they would encounter Huns cavalry, and the army was specially selected to leave as soon as they hit the flanks. However, due to the different military systems, it was difficult to send troops to immediately counterattack the Xiongnu.

Two months later, the green grassland was rare, and the two armies finally settled down on the edge of the Huns' grazing hinterland, and confronted the Huns prince who led the Huns army. This time, the confrontation lasted for a long time, after more than ten days Otaki's vanguard led the cavalry to charge in a dark dusk, starting a seven-year wrestling battle between the Huns and the two armies.

A little whiteness gradually appeared on the edge of the sky, as if it was about to light up. After the hourglass slowly slid down a plate of fine sand, the whiteness did not spread, but was suppressed by dense dark clouds. The sky that was supposed to be bright became darker, and the thin snowflakes fluttered and fell down.

The winter day in the frontier is clearly the morning, but it is even darker than the evening.

The blue-clothed scholar had already got up to wash up. With pale fingers, he picked up the oil lamp and went to the table to put it down. The dim yellow flames fluttered in the tent, reflecting his gentle smiling face, and his body was no different from a few months ago. Dressed in royal blue, a gust of cold wind came out from the gap in the curtain, passing over his extremely neat temple hair, and the slightly drawn pale corners of his lips.

Even though the cold wind was howling and the tent was freezing cold to the bone, the blue-clothed scholar remained as calm as ever, looking down at the open book on the desk case carefully, and slowly turned a page after a long time.

Just as he was looking down at the pages of the book word by word, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the tent, and then a specially suppressed voice suddenly sounded, and a few words in it instantly moved the curtain, making the tent The finger that the insider was about to raise trembled, his eyes

Followed by revealing dark colors.

"Hey, have you heard that His Royal Highness Xiaoyao Wang went to war a few days ago, and he refused to listen to the persuasion of An Guohou, saying that the two armies had been in a stalemate for too long?

It is not good for the sergeant to rest and fight again, so he had to fight alone with the prince of the Huns, but was injured by the prince of the Huns. Is it true? !

"

As soon as the voice fell, another soldier standing outside the tent nodded immediately, as if he knew something inside, and added embellishment: "I heard from those people that all the soldiers standing in front at that time saw it, I think it must be real!"

"Oh, what if His Royal Highness Xiaoyao Wang is seriously injured! I don't know if he can continue to fight tomorrow?"

"I don't know what's going on, why don't we inquire about the news?"

"Okay, let's go!"

Several people chatted outside the tent for a while, leaving one of them to guard the door, and immediately walked away under the snowflakes and the howling north wind. No one noticed that the person in the tent closed the book in front of him at some point. Slowly stood up and turned his back to the candlelight. Although his face was hidden in the darkness, although he couldn't see clearly, the corners of his lips that were originally raised disappeared silently.