Seduction

In May, even Yuezhu will bid farewell to the heavy snow.Gun King stood in front of the door and sighed softly. His favorite pastime on weekdays is to set up a table at the door, open the door, and watch the snow while drinking warm wine.

Gun King sometimes thinks back to the past, when he was young, he was afraid of death, but the older he was, the closer he was to death, the calmer he felt in his heart, probably because all the old people left, leaving him alone here. In the world, no one talks about the beauty of a good day.

Gun King stood for a while, smelling the aroma of brewing tea, turned around and saw Piao Yao coming over with a pot of tea.

When he first took Piaoyao away, Piaoyao was still a child. In a blink of an eye, he was as tall as him now. The King of Spears touched the top of his head and felt that when he was young and not hunchbacked, he should be a little taller than he is now.

"Master, the tea is ready." Piao Yao said, in this secluded grove, only Piao Yao could see some vitality on his face.

"Let it go." The gun king said, suddenly thinking of his two good friends.

One is Xu Jinghe and the other is Qiao Sanniang.

Xu Jinghe told him to drink in winter and tea in summer to live a long life.But he went first.

The other Qiao Sanniang didn't care so much, she just drank.As soon as the light snow falls, Qiao Sanniang will bring pheasants and river fish to visit, and she will not go home in the night until she is drunk.

But since five years ago, Qiao Sanniang has not been here again.

That day, the gun king waited and waited and saw no one, so he planned to personally go to Xingshi to inquire about the crime. Unexpectedly, he drove all day and night, and what he saw was indeed the ruined walls and the dying people lying inside.

Gun King couldn't find anyone around him, so he took Piao Yao back.

A few years ago, when Qiao Sanniang was drinking with him, she said that Xu Jinghe had shown great kindness, picked up a blind man to eat rice at home, and even paid for his eye treatment.Hearing that Piao Yao's eyes were blinded by being stung by some insect, Qiao Sanniang got excited and said that she must compete with Xu Jinghe to see whether his medicine is stronger or her poison is stronger.

As a result, after a period of time, the child's eyes really recovered, and the husband and wife healed Pian Yao.

In the next few years, Qiao Sanniang's mouth was always swaying, and she came to drink less often.Gun King somehow felt that Qiao Sanniang actually had a bit of talent for being a mother. As for why he didn't have a baby with Xu Jinghe, he didn't know, and he never asked out of politeness.

When Gun Wang picked up Piaoyao, he realized that Piaoyao had no name at all, and he didn't know if he picked up the child Qiao Sanniang mentioned.I thought it was impossible to save him, but I didn't expect to wake up after bumping all the way.

When the gun king saw the red pupils, he was relieved that this must be Qiao Sanniang's child.

"Boy, what's your name?" the gun king asked.

Piao Yao was already lying at Gun King's house, and seeing strangers all around when he came together, he jumped up and shrank in the corner in fright.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Gun King didn't make things difficult for him, and handed him gruel, "Have you been hungry for a few days? Let's eat some gruel first."

Piaoyao just blinked his eyes, and asked after a while, "W-Where is this?"

"My family." Gun King replied, "You don't have to be afraid, Qiao Sanniang and I are old friends from the same village."

"One from the village..." Piaoyao thought, Qiao Sanniang would go out to drink in winter, and said to go to a fellow villager to catch up on the old days, so it must be this one in front of her.

"Are you a gun, the gun king?"

The King of Guns thought for a while, but he didn't expect this title to be spread so far. Thinking about his room full of guns, he nodded.

"Do you know where Qiao Sanniang has gone?" the gun king asked.

"I don't know..." Piao Yao lowered her head.

"Then why did your house become like that?"

"A few days ago, a group of people from the government came...they, they took the teacher away..." Yingyao stammered.

"What did the government arrest her for? Did she offend someone?"

"I, I don't know."

Of course, the gun king didn't expect Piao Yao to know, he sighed, sat down, pinched his fingers to count his fate, fingers moved up and down, the gun king's eyebrows were wrinkled together, and finally sighed.

"I'll go and see if I can rescue her. If you can, you can go back with her. If you can't, you can live with me. If you don't want to call me master, you don't have to." Gun King said.

He just calculated that Qiao Sanniang's fate would be a catastrophe, but because he is not proficient in the study of the Book of Changes and his aptitude is still low, he can only count the catastrophe as a disaster, but he can't figure out how to solve it. It is too late now .

The gun king beat his old bones, and rode away again.

He looked around the ruins carefully. It might have been rained a few days ago, and the sun has been out these days. The mud on the ground has been trampled and solidified, embedded in the ground like molds.

He squatted down and measured it with his fingers, and the horseshoe mark was extremely deep.Gun King's family has been in the army for generations, and he has seen many horseshoe prints, but considering the size of the horseshoe, it is absolutely impossible to leave such a deep footprint.

There is only one situation, this is not an ordinary official horse, but an iron cavalry fighting outside. This kind of horse is mostly covered with armor, and the soldiers are also fully armed, so the footprints left are naturally deeper.

"It's not being taken to the government, it's the barracks." Gun King murmured.But he couldn't be sure, he thought that if he was young and as good at lightness as Qiao Sanniang, he would fly into the prison of the government to see door by door.

It's a pity that he didn't. An old bone suffered too many injuries when he was young, and now he can't stand the toss.He went to investigate, and only knew that General Zhang's army passed by here, and he knew nothing about the rest.

The gun king looked at the precariousness, and he couldn't help but think of his old friend. Five years passed by, and an unintelligible Gu Huaifeng was killed halfway through. He learned guns from him for two years.

After Gu Huaifeng left, he never came back, and the gun king didn't say anything, but he still had some concerns in his heart.

"Piao Yao, give me the pen and paper." The Gun King said.

Piaoyao nodded, took a pen and paper and studied ink aside.

The Gun King has devoted himself to cultivation for the past five years, and he claims to be fairly accurate in his calculations, but in the end, he calculated bad things after every stroke.

Piaoyao looked at the word Huaifeng and knew that the birthday horoscope on this paper was Chengfenghou.

"Not good."

"What's wrong?" Piao Yao asked nervously.

"Huaifeng has a fatal fate."

"This…"

"Then, what to do then?"

The Gun King was silent for a long time, with sweat dripping from his forehead, he said word by word, "Death is irreversible."

Fluttering opened her eyes wide, opened and closed her lips several times, but didn't know what to say.

Now for a month, there has been no war in the northwest. It seems that the world is peaceful and the wind is blowing lightly.

At night, Gu Huaifeng touched Chen Jiang's tent and carried two jars of wine by himself.

"Little Chen Jiang, are you asleep or not?"

Chen Jiang was asleep at first, but he woke up when he heard Chengfenghou's voice.

"What's wrong?" Chen Jiang's voice was a little hoarse when he got up, and Gu Huaifeng shook the wine in his hand.

"Come out and have a drink with me," he said.

"Who will drink with you? I'm tired and want to sleep." Chen Jiang turned over, and Gu Huaifeng simply went in and sat on the edge of Chen Jiang's bed.

"Tsk, little Chen Jiang, little baby. Just once, get up quickly." While talking, he pushed and shook Chen Jiang with his hands.

Chen Jiang disarmed and surrendered under Gu Huaifeng's soft and hard foam, and sat sleepily with him on the hillside to blow the wind, yawning one after another.

"What are you doing, running out suddenly?" Chen Jiang asked.

"In the past, I used to be a general, but now I don't even have a title?" Gu Huaifeng said.

Chen Jiang glanced at him, "General, why did you come out suddenly?"

"It's just that I've been quite stable recently, and I regret not staying at home for two more days." Gu Huaifeng lowered his head and smiled wryly, "I want you to come out and share my peach blossom wine." He said and handed the wine to Chen Jiang.

Chen Jiang had heard that Marquis Chengfeng liked to drink flower wine, and thought that Marquis Chengfeng was a romantic person, but only now did he know that Marquis Chengfeng's flower wine was just wine.

"This is…"

"My wife brewed it herself." Gu Huaifeng's sharp eyes showed a little tenderness when looking at the wine jar.

"By the way." Gu Huaifeng raised his head suddenly, "Do you still remember the marksmanship I taught you last time?" He asked.

"Of course I remember." Chen Jiang replied.

"Practice?" Gu Huaifeng stood up.

"If you don't bring a gun, how can you practice?"

"What are the branches for?" Gu Huaifeng climbed onto the trunk a few times and kicked two branches down.

Jumped down and picked up the branch and waved it like Chen Jiang.

"Do you know how to defend? There are loopholes everywhere!" Gu Huaifeng said while poking at those loopholes again and again. Chen Jiang was caught off guard by the sudden attack.

"You didn't say you were going to fight now!" Chen Jiang didn't wake up at first, but now he is fully awake.

"The enemy doesn't tell you when they hit you!" Gu Huaifeng said, the two branches rubbed against each other, making a crisp sound of collision in the dark night.

"You don't know how to defend, how do you fight?" Gu Huaifeng asked.

"You taught me my gun! Do as you please if you are not afraid of death!" Chen Jiang fought vigorously, and pushed hard while talking.

Unexpectedly, Gu Huaifeng's branch suddenly broke. If Gu Huaifeng hadn't leaned back and sat on the ground, the sharp treetop would have pierced his throat, and the two of them were stunned for a moment.

After a while, Gu Huaifeng finally said, "It's not that I'm not afraid of death."

"You..." Chen Jiang looked at Gu Huaifeng, as if it was not the same as before. For the famous Chang Sheng Chengfeng Hou, it was too embarrassing to be scared to sit on the ground.

"I was never afraid of death."

Gu Huaifeng sighed, raised his head and looked into the distance, and said slowly.

"I used to have no wife and no children. I had no seniors and no children. I was alone, and I could do whatever I wanted. When I first joined the army, I couldn't get enough to eat. I thought, if I die one day, I will die. That's fine, I'll turn into that little ghost, eat him well, then fill a gourd of wine, and drink while teasing the little girl's skirt."

He recalled, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"But now, it can't be done. Every time I go to war, I'm afraid that I'll never go back." Gu Huaifeng lowered his head, "It's impossible to be a general like this."

Chen Jiang just stood there blankly, hearing what Gu Huaifeng said, but he didn't know how to comfort him, maybe this was a dead end in itself, a bet of life and death, which could not be resolved with a few words.

"You are a very good general." Chen Jiang said, "At least until now."

Gu Huaifeng raised his head to look at him, smiled, and said, "I will be the same in the future. Everything has its own priorities. If the world is not in peace, I will not die. As long as I, Gu Huaifeng, are alive, no barbarian can even step into Yuezhu." After speaking, he raised his head and laughed, but the laughter was unexpectedly desolate and decisive.

"Chen Jiang." Having laughed enough, he lowered his head, "Do you still remember what my son is like? Are you not a few years older than him?"

"Yes."

"If one day I'm gone, if you can see him, show me how he's doing."

"General, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing. It's a trivial matter to suddenly feel sad for spring and autumn. It's just a matter of going home next spring."

As Cheng Fenghou said, he grabbed the wine jar, made a respect to the moon, and drank it down in one gulp.