The general's favorite husband's daily life

On the day when He Jiangchu's army left Dongchuan, there was a sound of singing in Dongchuan city.

The people of Annan did not gather together to sing on a large scale, but almost anywhere they passed by, they could hear groups of Annan people gathering together.Probably because there were too many people talking, there was nothing pleasant to say, but it was like falling into a pile of flies, the voice was small and noisy and refused to stop.

The only time I encountered a relatively large-scale one, so neat that I could hear the specific tunes and words, was a group of about five or six hundred people, standing in the middle of the road, men and women, old and young.They probably wanted to express their anger and dissatisfaction with Liangqiu's invasion of Annan. Although a group of people were unarmed, they all had solemn expressions. The tone was not absolutely uniform, but there was a sense of sacredness for no reason at this moment.

He Jiangchu was annoyed by these things the most. Hearing this voice, he felt like he was back in the teacher's class again, and he was about to be picked up by the teacher to check yesterday's homework in the next moment.

When people blocked the road, soldiers immediately came to ask what to do.Before He Jiangchu opened his mouth, Yan Qingzhuo answered first—to ask the soldiers to disperse the group of people, and to use weapons in case of resistance.

He Jiangchu glanced at the legendary Yan Luo with a cold face, and raised his eyebrows in noncommittal.Only waiting for the questioner to go down to make arrangements, the boss impatiently picked out his ears and complained, "What is this singing, like a monk chanting scriptures."

Dongchuan is located at the junction of Annan and Liangqiu, and after Annan became a vassal of Liangqiu, his contacts increased.Therefore, Liangqiu Mandarin is almost the common language here, and He Jiangchu communicates with Liangqiu in Liling and Dongchuan.But the ballads sung here are in Annan language, and He Jiangchu couldn't understand a word.

As soon as his words fell, someone next to him immediately answered with a courteous attitude, "This is a chant. Most of them sing stories about some ancient gods or sages in a fixed tune, divided into chapters and sections, and each story is complete. .Because of the long history, the chapters are all Annan's ancient language, which has been passed down orally from generation to generation."

The speaker was Jian Binbai.Because he was the only person here who knew about Annan's situation, he was naturally pulled to the front to go with He Jiangchu and the others, and if something went wrong, he could ask nearby.

Yan Qingzhuo asked curiously, "Then what is this singing about?"

Jian Binbai took out three copper coins, but he didn't know what they were.Using the left hand as the table and the right hand to spread the money, he made a fortune first, and then said, "It is the first generation of Annan Guoshi. It is said that Annan was an ominous place where the people were destitute. When the first generation of the country He was willing to sacrifice himself in the face of the catastrophe. Using blood as water and meat as food, he saved the first Annan people who settled here."

He Jiang said clearly, "That is to say, the Annan people locked up the first generation of the national teacher first, and then ate him? Tsk, it's enough."

Yan Qingzhuo was obviously not used to such a straightforward interpretation of ancient sages, so he frowned.

Jian Binbai was even more uncomfortable with this. He was obsessed with divination, and had studied in Annan, so he would naturally feel awe in his heart for the legends here.However, in front of the beauty, she reluctantly restrained herself and explained, "It was the first generation of the national teacher who voluntarily sacrificed himself."

He Jiangchu said casually and bluntly, "...he is sick."

People lock themselves up and beat them up, not only do they not hate them, but they also take the initiative to let themselves eat their own flesh?Well, He Jiangchu felt that he could never understand this great sage spirit of dedication and fearlessness in his life.

Jian Binbai's face turned blue when he heard the phrase "sick". In his opinion, this is simply a blasphemy of life.A man restrained himself for a long time before saying, "General, has anyone ever said that you lack a sense of awe?"

Yan Qingzhuo said, "People who don't even have a conscience won't feel awe."

The way of talking has been cleared.He Jiangchu glanced at Yan Qingzhuo, who was sarcastic and sarcastic, let out a "huh", whipped his horsewhip, and went out first, ignoring him.

He Jiangchu still has no sense of awe. From life to gods and Buddhas, except for the few things and people he puts in his heart, he doesn't take the rest seriously, let alone respect and fear.At first glance, he looks like a fool, but in fact he lives alone and proudly, with a kind of arrogance that doesn't take anything seriously in his bones.

On the other side of the team, Bai Wuyi also heard the voice of the chanting, and listened carefully to a few sentences in his free time, but before he finished listening to the two sentences, he felt that the scattered tunes kept drilling into his mind, It hurts.

Thinking about coming from Yuanyangzhong, his old ailment of headaches almost never happened again.Who knew that this happened again here, and hurriedly took out the medicine and swallowed it.But this time the medicine didn't seem to have any effect, and the pain was still severe.

At first I could suppress it a bit, but later it hurt so much that my mind went blank.Fortunately, he sat on the horse and horse with the baggage convoy, and it was fine if he fainted.

It is actually not quite accurate to say that he is dizzy, Bai Wuyi always feels that there is still some consciousness in his mind, and some vague fragments are flashing quickly, but he can't grasp any specific things.

The words and phrases in the ballad were so far away that he couldn't hear what was being sung at all.But the melody couldn't stop, as if he wanted to turn everything in his mind upside down.

When Shi Wei on the side found out, he had already curled up on the carriage and turned into a small ball.Shi Wei was taken aback, but after the diagnosis and treatment, he didn't notice anything wrong.In the end, he hurriedly pulled out the silver needle, picked a safe place and stuck it in, Bai Wuyi seemed to feel better.

The pain eased slightly, and Bai Wuyi was finally able to grasp something from the flashing things.

He saw the image of a woman.Looking familiar, but couldn't remember who it was, the woman grabbed her hand and said to herself gently, "This is your life, and it's also his life. It doesn't mean that you can replace it if you want to." If he dies, God will not allow it."