White Feather Huaisha

I don't know if the hundreds of sacks of crotons have completely ripped off the veil of gold and jade. This time Xie Huai returned to the gate of his own territory, instead of becoming a first-class dude King Huai, instead he grew a bandit demeanor out of thin air.

The Second Longqing Army had been fighting for more than three days, and the soldiers were coaxed by Yan Yufei and Li Tan to rush to the foot of Jinling City.However, they couldn't order anything good, such as "Balu noodles!" "Scrambled eggs!" "Chili fried pork!" "Leek pie!"

The bandit Xie Huai rubbed his hands together, asked Lin Zhuluo on the city wall to wait, and fumbled here and there, digging out a piece of gold-sprinkled paper with a coquettish love poem written on the front from some piece of soil, and then I picked up a piece of charcoal from nowhere, dusted off the dust on the powdered paper, waved the calm regular script with one hand, turned over the back, and reported the name of the dish while writing.

"Scallion oil pancakes scalded dry silk mille-feuille butter cakes sugar oil butterfly rolls bee sugar cake stewed crab powder lion head crystal dish hooves yellow mud simmered chicken Jinxiang cake meat stuffed with raw bran Wuxi pork ribs stewed chicken fu sauce duck dregs fish sauce pig head meat... "

Except for Li Tan's rich life experience, the other soldiers had never heard of these dishes.But when Xie Huai wasn't swearing, his voice was so delicious that each of them could hear two catties of saliva.

The soldiers watched eagerly as Xie Huai folded the powder note into the basket hanging down from the city wall, watched the basket being lifted up slowly, and watched Master Lin of the household department on the top of the wall open it. After receiving the letter, I went back down the city wall to fiddle with it for half an hour, and hundreds of baskets were slowly put down again.

Hundreds of baskets were filled with white noodles, and one of the baskets contained a huge amount of banknotes with a big letter: The imperial court was still eating bran swallowed cabbage, and the Ruyilou menu was just for dinner.

Xie Huai raised his hand to his forehead, and Li Tan, who was close to him, heard him scolding hoarsely: "...No wonder he has the same smell as the second child, you really are a bitch."

The scar-faced soldier took a sip of his noodles, and then let out a snort, "Then why are you willing to spend money?"

Li Tan, who also had a scarred face, rubbed the back of his head, "Now the bank notes in the city are probably worth less than straw paper."

The group had no choice but to accept the noodles with soy sauce from Lin Chuanluo, finished eating with a sad face, and started to set up tents and light a bonfire.Li Tan was used to being coquettish, so he didn't know how to do these things, so he called the scar-faced soldier over, "You do it!"

Xiao Bing said in a fierce manner in his hometown: "Me? What do you want to do? I'm the deputy captain! Are you looking for a beating?"

Except for stuttering all day long, "I am the vice-captain", because the vice-captain is one level higher than Ying Yangwei.One level higher than the official is overwhelming, but Li Tan has never seen such a shabby deputy captain.

He immediately looked away without looking, pondered who the best player was, and then shouted: "Where's Su Yu?! Su Yu! Su Yu! Su Yu!—"

Mr. Li yelled nine hundred times like a ghost, Su Yu finally appeared out of nowhere, kicked him on the back of the ass, and kicked him to the ground without mercy. Said: "Don't make noise."

The Bawang slapped his face down on the ground, and then he remembered Su Yu's disturbing behavior along the way, and got up and asked, "What's wrong with King Huai?"

Su Yu didn't say a word, squatted down and dug a hole with a sharp stone, wedged the wood into it and tied it up. After a long time, he used the back of his hand to brush the fallen hair, "...don't disturb him anyway."

Xie Huai was ill all the way, but it happened to be an unprecedented ascetic march, and he didn't sleep enough for five hours in total.Xie Dayaozi was born with a pretty face and a pointed chin. He had no meat in the first place, but now he was so thin that he lost his appearance. Even if Su Yu was used to seeing dead people, he also felt that this slow death method was a bit scary.

Su Yu has always felt that although Xie Huai suffers from three hundred illnesses every year and his body is not very strong, he is still alive and well after he is almost 30 years old. It can be seen that in the long run, Xie Huai is actually a rare hard-working man with a lot of hard work. If you are willing to work hard to study the material that combines disasters and longevity, you may become a god.

But from that inappropriate mouthful of blood, Su Yu felt inexplicably worried as if he had been struck in the head by a thunderbolt.

——It is said to be worrying, but in fact, there are endless things to do and endless battles to fight. He only has two or three moments of free time in a day, and they are all used to think about the bad without exception.

Su Yu couldn't stop his thoughts and let the horse run wild, so he worked hard to find trouble for himself.He even picked up a half-burned medical book on the road. When he was on vigil every day, he looked at the faint light of the bonfire and struggled to decipher the words on it. The skin is cold in the marrow of the bone; if the body is very cold and does not want close clothing, the cold is in the skin and the marrow of the bone is hot.”

He stared at the jumping flames and pondered for a long time.

Xie Huai's body was cold and hot for a while, and he was afraid of the cold and the heat for a while.

Yan Yufei kicked him and motioned him to step aside.Su Yu let out a little light, Yan Yufei lifted his pants, squatted down in front of the campfire, spread out a piece of paper, and wrote three words: Yanyan, you...

And then gone.

In fact, Yan Yufei had nothing to tell Yanyan, no matter how powerful Yanyan was, he couldn't let Yanyan beat Xie Luan with a knife and force Xie Luan to open the city gate.

What's more, Xie Luan is the crown prince now, Yanyan probably can't bring a knife when she sees Xie Luan again.

In fact, the Qingzhou Army has a lot of complaints about Xie Huai's reform. They feel that the military system has given the generals too much freedom, and if they are not careful, they will lead to rebellion; Ying Bacheng is quite envious of them being able to rebel.

The night wind was cold, and a bonfire was lit at the base of the city wall. Su Yu, Li Tan, Yan Yufei and others hastily built a sand table and recalculated the mileage.

The Second Longqing Army was not a famous teacher's sharp weapon. After a few trials, they knew that this large army was vulnerable to Beiji. To prepare for a counterattack, they had to lead the Tiger Army.

In the first few days, in order to draw the war away from Jinling as far as possible, they ran day and night, trying to lead the Huben army out of the city to meet the attack as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, he could only squat at the gate of the city, waiting anxiously for Beiji to hit him.

Li Tan had been counting on his new father since he was a child, and he was good at arithmetic. He frowned and drew a few strokes on the sand, and stopped talking.

Yan Yufei said, "Have you figured it out?"

It took Li Tan a long time to raise his head, the hideous reddish scar on his face was a bit bleak, "Tomorrow night at the latest."

By this time tomorrow night at the latest, the Beiji army will be attacking Jinling.

A strong enemy is in front, and there is a door behind, and the court is watching coldly.They have never fought such a hopeless battle, but they can't lose. If they take a step back, the country will be destroyed and their family will perish.

While Su Yu was thinking about whether he should just hug Xie Huai and die together, he rubbed his hands and quietly pushed the door open.It turned out that the lamp was on in the tent, and Xie Huai had woken up after less than a moment of sleep. He was standing by the table, and was biting the bald pen and wrinkling his eyebrows to write again.

King Huai now has nothing to eat, drink, or wear, not even a decent pen.The bald brush I picked up in Liangzhou followed all the way, and was worn down by his writing and drawing all day until he was almost bald to the bottom.Because the strokes are not complete, the written characters are slightly rough between the severe illnesses, and by chance, they created the rare blank space that famous calligraphers ask for.Coupled with the fact that his wrist is weak and he is still hanging on to write, he even made some traces of house leaks that can be left behind in the world. It can be seen that whether it is book history, literary history or official history and unofficial history, they are all history editors with their eyes closed and bluffing.

As for Xie Huai's handsome and quick calligraphy, for the scholars to see, he probably sighed that the country is unfortunate and the poet is lucky.

It's a pity that Xie Huai, who is dandy in nature and rare in elegance, didn't write any good poems. He was pleading with the emperor for the first time.From the perspective of literary character, he is not much better than those jesters who closed their eyes and boasted thousands of words about the emperor's garden, but he lived up to his notorious reputation.

Xie Huai is a once-in-a-lifetime tough guy. Except for Su Yu who can't explain the truth and simply doesn't talk about it, he has never been soft with anyone in his life.Especially when facing the emperor, Xie Huai probably wished that the white-eyed father would die of anger sooner rather than later.

But today, he was overwhelmed by the two terrible events of the closed city gate and Prince Rong's establishment. Instead, Xie Huai couldn't care about scolding his father, and spread out the pen and paper seriously, and began to speak against people.

It's hard to speak human words, and it's hard to do social affairs, but the cock crowing that I couldn't hear after traveling for thousands of miles, the cooking smoke that I couldn't see, pressed on my back, even the hardest bones were bent, not to mention the fetal position was not correct at all. Anti-bone.

The lights were dim, reflecting Xie Huai's pale lips, and a small sharp shadow was cast on his thinned cheeks.

On the way, Su Yu caught a wild doctor to see Xie Huai, but of course he didn't see what was wrong, but he prescribed a bunch of various pills.Xie Huai didn't resist taking the medicine, and he was quite happy to take it. He clumsily grabbed the pills, squeezed them into beans, put them in his hand and ate them as peanuts, and asked everyone, "How about some?"

Bewitched, Su Yu tasted two pills in a daze, and immediately turned his head and raised a knife to chase people to collect debts—no wonder Ye Langzhong ran away after prescribing the medicine. It turned out that the pills were purely candied hawthorn, and he lost several taels of silver in vain. !

The curative effect of candied hawthorn is not good, and Xie Huai's sleep is still more difficult than the execution, and he is still awake after closing his eyes for half an hour. When he falls asleep, he should wake up.

Xie Huai was quite dignified when he reported the name of the dish just now, but when he entered the tent and took off his armor, he looked a little sleepy.But those eyes were extraordinarily bright, and his expression was focused and determined, as if he didn't lose to his own father, whom he had been hostile to for half his life, because of pleading.

But whether Xie Huaicheng admits it or not, he has indeed lost.

Su Yu didn't disturb him, pulled a stool and sat down, leaned over to his desk, watched the bald pen stroke back and forth, and the thin and flying lines penetrated the back of the paper with every effort.

The author has something to say:

I was crushed by ghosts about 10 times last night. TT