dragon pen

Zhang Ziyao has been sitting in the tent without speaking since he came back from the battlefield. No one knew what he was thinking, and no one dared to go up to talk to him. At the beginning, he asked her what was the matter with a calm face, and then scared her away.

"Countless, why did the Empress send you such a coward to monitor people?"

"My lord, you have never been cowardly," Fuyao said with a smile on his hips, "You should go."

At this moment, a dragon and an ox in the picture scroll and a snake outside the picture scroll got together, whispering and discussing—er, to be precise—getting together to blame each other.

"Don't talk hard with me, didn't you tell him to watch him carefully?" Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyebrows. "Why did you come to eat?"

"Little fool sent me to take care of his living dead mother," Fuyao said confidently, "Besides, haven't you and Master Su Lian been by his side all the time?"

"We were in the painting, followed by a game of beasts, and we don't know what happened other than that!" Zhu Jiuyin was also confident—and when he mentioned the "beast fighting game", his tone Calm, as if he didn't feel anything wrong with what he saw just now.

"You don't know what happened, and Fuyao is even less clear, so you go ask."

"Where is this gentleman going? Isn't this gentleman locked up in the picture scroll? How can you use this warm embrace to care for others? No way, no way," Zhu Jiuyin sat among the rocks, kicking his toes while sitting upright. At the foot, the child in white robe who kept silent all the time, "Hey, dead cow, it's time for you to show off, aren't you two very close..."

Su Lian: "?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "You'? 'What'?'"

Su Lian: "Is this a question?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "You know if you don't ask?"

Su Lian: "I know."

Zhu Jiuyin rolled his eyes, obviously not believing: "I know you don't say it?"

Su Lian: "Because there is nothing he can do about it. He was frightened. How could ordinary people have seen the scene just now? For ordinary people, ordinary wars are just dead people, white knives go in and red knives come out, but just now That's not what you see."

Zhu Jiuyin thought for a while, but she didn't feel that she saw anything earth-shattering. She scratched her chin and thought hard, and finally said: "Isn't what we were watching just now a beast show? Apart from the white knives in and the red knives out, there are next to it?"

Su Lian glanced at Zhu Jiuyin: "There are still people who eat people."

Zhu Jiuyin said "Oh", but there was no response: "Is this also counted?"

Su Lian: "Why doesn't it count?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "Tigers eat pigs, owls eat mice, leopards eat deer—isn't this what happens every day?"

Su Lian: "That's an animal."

Zhu Jiuyin: "This gentleman doesn't understand."

Aren't they all alive, able to breathe, hungry, full and have nothing to do, capable of thinking, easily frightened and fragile and need to be handled with care?

Zhu Jiuyin was about to fall, Su Lian and Fu Yao turned their heads to look at him at the same time, the latter ducked back a little, with a vigilant and unhappy face: "What are you looking at?"

"That's true, after all, he was the one who once advocated shutting the God of War God Buddha in Taishang Laojun's stove to see if he could stew any panacea." Fuyao covered his lips and chuckled, "The monkey probably doesn't know that he thought of this in the first place. It's you, my lord, who made a bad idea, and the poor Taishang Laojun gave you a scapegoat."

"If you know it, you will know it." Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyelids, "Thanks to my blessing, otherwise where would he have the fiery eyes? The two eyelids come with eye shadows, and the Seven Fairies are all envious of"

Su Lian seemed to be unable to listen anymore, and interrupted: "Anyway, ordinary people are not like this. They are different from animals. It's not because of famine and starvation that they definitely don't eat their own kind. Those people just now are obviously either hungry, or"

Su Lian lowered her eyes, and frowned slightly after a while: "It's just for fun."

Zhu Jiuyin wanted to say that animals only went hunting when they were hungry, and it was suspected that a tiger had nothing to do, grabbed a pig, bit a dog and played with a mouse - but at this time he would not refute it, and was a little quiet Coming down, he stared eagerly at the silent back of the young man sitting not far away. After a while, he said worriedly, "He won't be on a hunger strike, will he?"

——It was completely in a tone of worrying that the pets he raised were going to die.

Su Lian glanced at him expressionlessly, while Fuyao rolled his eyes in a daring manner. No one spoke to him for a while until footsteps came from outside. Zhu Jiuyin turned around and walked behind the chaotic rocks. Su Lian turned into a small The appearance of the beast fell back into the rocks again, and when the head was put into the paws, it sighed a long time, and the blow made the white veil covering its small horns float up and down again, covering half of its eyes.

Fuyao stood up, swayed his waist and came to the side of the tent, lifted the curtain, was taken aback when he saw the person coming, and then respectfully blessed him: "My lord, Wanfu Jin'an, come to find the young master?"

Lou Hen let out a "hmm".

Lou Hen slightly bent down and walked into the tent, and came to Zhang Ziyao. The latter turned around a little slowly and saw that it was him. He was about to stand up and say hello, but his buttocks were pressed by his shoulders before he left the chair. He turned back and said, "Zi Yao doesn't need to be too polite. There is no one else here. This king just wants to come and see you."

Zhang Ziyao sat back on the chair and said with a smile: "My lord just said goodbye to Ziyao for less than a quarter of an hour, what's so interesting about it now."

"You don't talk on the way back. The king is worried about you. Now that you have arranged things, come and have a look." Lou Hen found a chair, moved it to Zhang Ziyao's side by himself, and then sat shoulder to shoulder. Sit down beside him.

As soon as his butt fell down, he heard Zhang Ziyao say: "My lord, Ziyao now knows why the Wubei Army is invincible."

"Oh?"

"People who have been to the gate of hell have seen everything, but they lack the uneasiness and fear of death caused by the unknown. They are not afraid of pain and death, so facing the enemy, such people are invincible of."

"Zi Yao thinks so?"

"Ah."

"This lord is different from what you think." Lou Hen narrowed his eyes slightly, "This lord thinks that they have a greater awe of death just because they have died once."

Zhang Ziyao turned his head and looked at Lou Hen with some surprise: "But they are the Army of No Sadness, they will never age or die or live or die—"

Before the words fell, Zhang Ziyao was lightly tapped on his forehead. Zhang Ziyao was stunned, and then he heard Lou Hen say: "That's just a way of saying, as long as there are things that live and exist in this world, they will all die."

"Including the Wubei Army?"

"Including the Wusad Army." Lou Hen smiled, "If it is true that you are immortal, and the Wusad Army has a hundred-year history, how can you only see these people?"

Oh, really?

Zhang Ziyao lowered his head and stared at his toes, as if lost in thought, and then heard Lou Hen say slowly: "Before, this king was reckless, and I couldn't help but say that I dragged you to see what the Wubei army defended against the enemy just because of the momentary excitement, and I also forgot Ordinary people would definitely be scared if they saw that scene."

Zhang Ziyao remained silent, as if he had acquiesced to Prince Rui's statement - although strictly speaking he was not afraid, but that was a similar emotion. He asked the people around him: "Have you ever been afraid, too?"

"I was scared." Lou Hen said with a slight smile, "Father took me to see it when I was young, and there were several brothers of mine at that time. After watching it, everyone couldn't walk down the observation deck. Sitting there trembling for a long time, when I returned to the tent, I found that I had peed in my pants, so no one would notice."

Zhang Ziyao also laughed lightly: "My lord is joking again."

"I didn't lie this time. At that time, this king was not much younger than you." Lou Hen raised his hand and patted Zhang Ziyao's shoulder, "You are much more courageous than this king."

"I just sat here for a long time, and now I can't control my body."

"At least I didn't pee my pants."

Zhang Ziyao was amused again.

Behind him and Lord Rui, the maid moved closer to the picture scroll quietly hanging on the wall, leaned against the picture with her arms crossed, looked disgusted, and nodded with her chin to the two people who were joking not far away, and then silently spoke with her mouth. The type said: You two look at others.

The little beast in the scroll just rolled its eyelids lazily, and after making a slight snort, it looked a little depressed and twisted its head away; a few seconds later, a tail stretched out from the scroll and slapped her hard. His head shrank back with lightning speed——

Fuyao let out an "ouch".

The two people who were talking turned around and looked at her curiously. She waved her hand: "I was bitten by a small bug."

Zhang Ziyao immediately took a look at the painting behind her, but Lou Hen said without suspicion: "Mosquitoes in the desert are much more severe than usual places. Later, the king will send some anti-mosquito herbs. You burn them in the tent before you come back." .”

Fu Yao smiled and said: "Thank you, my lord, you are really caring. Unlike ordinary rough guys who are slow to respond and don't know how to pity and cherish jade."

Zhang Ziyao continued to stare at the scroll behind Fuyao.

Although at this moment it is a quiet landscape painting.

Fortunately, there was a sudden commotion from outside at this time, as if someone had cheered, Lou He stood up and looked in the direction of the sound, and simply said: "They are back."

He also didn't want to say more, as if he was afraid that talking too much would cause Zhang Ziyao's displeasure.

Zhang Ziyao stood up and asked, "Why are they cheering?"

"Wait for those people to wash off the filth on their bodies. It will be time to open the box and distribute the family letters." Lou Hen said, "Every six months, someone from the imperial court will bring them family letters, which is probably what they look forward to the most in a year. time."

"When you are away from home, you will inevitably miss your loved ones after a long time."

"Not exactly." Lou Hen smiled as if he was used to it, without any emotion or emotion in his eyes, "Maybe it's just for survival."

"?"

"I'm not sure if I should take you to see it."

"My lord is serious, and Ziyao is not a three-year-old child." Zhang Ziyao walked to the tent while talking, raised the tent, turned his head and smiled at Louhen, "My lord, please."

After Lou Hen paused for a while, he didn't refuse anymore, and bent slightly and walked out of the tent.Zhang Ziyao was about to go out with him, when from the corner of his eye he saw Fuyao hurriedly took down the scroll hanging on the tent, rolled it up, hugged it in front of his chest, twisted the waist of the water snake to follow, stood still in front of Zhang Ziyao, looked at him eagerly, Zhang Ziyao smiled and said, "What is this for?"

Fuyao bent down and hung the picture scroll on his waist, said with lowered eyes: "Follow you to watch the excitement, your fairy grandma also wants to see how the living dead read home letters and burst into tears, it must be very interesting."

Zhang Ziyao: "I'm fine."

Fuyao raised his eyelids: "Who cares if you're okay or not."

Zhang Ziyao: "That's because I am being passionate."

"Well," Fuyao replied, "Same as Mr. Zhu Jiuyin, it really isn't that one family doesn't come in."

As he spoke, he pushed Zhang Ziyao out. At this time, Lou Hen had already gone far away. Fuyao followed Zhang Ziyao's buttocks for a short distance, and then, as if he couldn't hold back, he popped out: "If there is another What a terrible scene, you deliberately turned around and buried your head in the fairy grandma's chest."

"..."

"Oh, why are you blushing?" Fuyao stretched out her thin fingers and poked Zhang Ziyao's neck, "A child is a child, isn't that what a woman's murder weapon is used for - or how to put it, peony flowers die , Being a ghost is also romantic, how many men's dreams are suffocated in the bottomless chest, tsk, you don't understand."

"Yes," Zhang Ziyao said expressionlessly, "I'm a good Longyang."

……

Arriving at the open area before, Zhang Ziyao found that those soldiers had already gathered there, probably since Zhang San Li Si and the others went out, this group of people had not moved around the box containing the family letters, as if they had expected that these companions were just It's the same as going and going - thinking of this, Zhang Ziyao's stomach churned again, but he didn't show this bad emotion on his face.

After a while, Zhang San and Li Si also returned to the crowd.

Their eyes have returned to normal pupil color, and their faces are full of anticipation... Zhang Ziyao also saw the soldier who bit off the enemy general's Adam's apple and swallowed it. The newlywed daughter-in-law, who was teased by her companions, was scratching her head shyly and cheerfully - she was completely different from the guy Zhang Ziyao saw on the battlefield that could only be called a "beast". I can't believe that what I just saw is real.

Under Zhang Ziyao's observation, these soldiers began to line up and stand up one by one. They stretched their necks as if they couldn't hold back their eyes and watched Louhen. The soldiers brought from the capital took out a list from the box. ——Then the box containing the letters from home was opened, and there were clean letters inside—at this moment, the crowd began to commotion...

"Xiaobao, the top one is written by your mother, I saw it!"

"Damn, I saw you too, tsk tsk, the letter is so thick, your family misses you so much, hehehe."

"Where's mine? See mine?"

"I didn't see it, it's probably below, don't worry—"

People chattered and discussed, as if they couldn't wait to rummage through the box to find their letters, but Lou Hen was not in a hurry to have the letters distributed to them, but clapped their hands—at this time, From behind the wooden box, two more guards brought out a very heavy picture scroll. Zhang Ziyao knew this scroll, and it was the post-earthquake map of the capital that he and Zhang Zixiao "cooperated" in a certain sense. ...

The two guards were on one side, and in front of the soldiers, the post-shock map was slowly opened——

"Huh!"

"Ah, look quickly! This scroll really moves! It really moves! Look, it's raining in the capital? I'm so envious, when will it rain!"

"Why is there only one wall left in this Liji Soy Milk Shop hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, old man Li is still squatting there and continues to sell soymilk hahahahahahahahahaha can you repair the house first!"

"I don't know what happened to our house."

As the picture scroll gradually unfolded, a soldier standing in the front row suddenly called out——

"Wow, Er Gouzi! I saw your wife! She is smiling and waving at you! Er Gouzi, look!"

Such a cry sounded like a thunderbolt crashing into the crowd, and the soldiers who had been lining up honestly exploded suddenly. It seems that they are afraid that they will damage the painting with their rough hands and feet. They keep an arm's distance from each other and dare not go forward. Waist, now desperately looking for his relatives in the picture scroll——

In no time.

"I saw it, I saw it! Oh, it's my wife! My wife is so beautiful!"

"Come on Er Gouzi, why do I think she is much fatter than when you married her? The artist of this painting is also very cruel, and he doesn't beautify it for others—"

"Fart you, I don't care, my wife is the most beautiful!"

People laughed.

Some of these soldiers found their young wives in the scrolls, some found their mothers and fathers in the scrolls, and some found their little girls holding a rattle and holding their fingers in their mouths. Son... Some people just watched "Aw" and burst into tears. They squatted aside and wiped their tears while yelling that they wanted to go home, and some came to Louhen to thank him. The scene was a mess I don't know how Yun Qiguo would feel if he saw the soldiers they feared like this——

It's just that at this moment, the scene is really touching.

"I really saw the living dead crying," Fuyao said in shock, "The crying is really ugly."

"Don't bite a living dead."

"But they are the living dead."

At this time, even Zhang Ziyao barely had a sincere smile on his face, and suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing for him to agree to paint such a painting, and he even participated in it and paid a dime for it. The image of the gone Zhang Zixiao has also slightly changed from an ant to the size of a dung beetle...

At this moment, the soldiers actually forgot about the family letter in an instant. They leaned in front of the picture scroll and pointed, some stared at their family members as if they had lost their souls, and some had seen enough of their own family members. His family members began to look at other people’s homes, as if they wanted to share the joy of "family reunion" alive... Zhang Ziyao stood at the other end of the scroll and watched carefully, but at this moment, his smile suddenly stopped, leaving Guang found that there seemed to be a person in the crowd who reacted differently from the others——

It was Li Si who was always thinking about his daughter-in-law who gave birth on Mid-Autumn Festival.

He pushed aside the crowd and forced his way to the front, leaned closer to the scroll and looked from left to right, and then his expression changed from anticipation to blankness at the beginning, and then he crossed the safe distance kept by the soldiers, and stepped forward , touched the scroll, and began to search carefully one by one——

"Hey, Li Si, what are you doing!"

"Don't touch it with your hands! Be careful not to touch it! What if such a beautiful painting is damaged? Can you afford it?!"

"Ah, you rascal, don't touch my wife's face!"

The people behind started to complain, but Li Si didn't seem to hear it. He carefully and cautiously read every person standing under the eaves in the picture scroll, and finally, under the urging and tugging of everyone behind him, He turned his head, looked at everyone blankly, and then said slowly: "...I didn't see my wife."

Li Siyu fell, and the crowd who had been noisy before suddenly quieted down.

Everyone first looked at each other in blank dismay, then stood over and looked at Li Si——

That look, Zhang Ziyao felt a little creepy for no reason.

Li Si raised his head abruptly, and then looked at Zhang Ziyao inadvertently—he first looked at the scroll hanging on Zhang Ziyao's waist, and then saw a little dragon brush. The man's eyes suddenly lit up, and then no one expected it. When he arrived, he stepped directly from under the scroll!

Li Si clasped Zhang Ziyao's shoulders with his hands, looking anxious, and asked the young man in front of him in a hasty tone: "Excuse me, are you the painter? Are you the Zhang family who painted this painting? Why didn't you draw me?" Draw it down?! My parents left early, and I can only live with my wife. I can't live without her, I really can't live without her...Where is my wife?! Have you seen my wife... ...She is about this tall, likes to draw willow leaf eyebrows, and there is a mole under the corner of her lips—"

Li Si gestured desperately with one hand.

Zhang Ziyao was shaken for a while, he almost bit his tongue, so he could only explain vaguely: "In this painting, only the architecture was drawn by me, and the characters are all my brother—"

"Then have you seen my daughter-in-law? She is about this tall. She likes to draw willow leaf eyebrows. There is a mole under the corner of her lips. She looks good when she smiles!" Li Si repeated his words mechanically.

Only then did the guards come to their senses and rushed up to pull them away—but before that, Fuyao had already approached them sullenly, and separated them with one hand, grabbing Zhang Ziyao like an old hen. Pulled back to her side, and stuffed behind her: "Speak well, don't touch your hands, my young master is tender, how can I explain to Lord Zhu Jiuyin when you shake him to pieces?!"

At this time, no one cared about the question "Who is Master Zhu Jiuyin?"

Originally, those soldiers also rushed forward and dragged Li Si back. They held Li Si to prevent him from getting close to Zhang Ziyao, and they were still talking about comforting——

"Perhaps the painting is missing."

"Maybe your daughter-in-law happened to go out and was not notified?"

"Oh, that's right," Zhang San slapped his forehead, "Didn't it be agreed that your daughter-in-law will give birth before the Mid-Autumn Festival? When this painting was drawn, the Mid-Autumn Festival had just passed, maybe your little daughter-in-law just gave birth It’s not easy to go to the ground? How can a woman in confinement come out on such a rainy day to let the painter follow the painting?"

Zhang San's words were immediately echoed.

After hearing this, Li Si seemed to think that what Zhang San said was reasonable, and after hesitating for a while, he finally calmed down.

Zhang Ziyao was firmly guarded by Fuyao. At this time, he poked his head out and looked at Li Si. He was not afraid, but he was a little baffled. He muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it just that I missed drawing someone? It looks like it killed him—ah, it hurts so badly from being scratched on the shoulder."

Damn Zhang Zixiao, his eyesight is not good after too much masturbation, and he can still miss a picture of someone, isn't this clearly trying to trick him?

——So Zhang Zixiao's tall dung beetle image was downgraded back to the size of an ant.

At this time, because after reading the painting, everyone was very satisfied except for Li Si's tangled face, and asked the guards to put away the painting for the little leader who took the lead among them - the little leader took it respectfully and rolled it up The picture scroll looked like it was holding some kind of rare treasure, and it looked as if it would be offered on top of the head and burned three more sticks of incense.

Then the guards started distributing letters from home.

They first unfolded a list, and then read their names one by one. The soldiers who heard their names went forward to get the letters with joy under the envious eyes of everyone. After taking the letters, they couldn't wait to open them and read them quickly; For those who don't know how to read, they grab their friends who can read to help them read...

The soldiers who took the letters retreated to the side in twos and threes. Some squatted down to read the letters happily, and some waited in line for their literate companions to finish reading their letters before reading them for him—only those who lined up During the period, the eyes were glued tightly to the torn letter paper, looking at it, as if those tadpole texts that they didn't know what they were talking about could bring them great satisfaction.

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhang Ziyao felt more and more strange-these soldiers didn't seem to have been home for a long time, why are they all so hungry and thirsty?

In confusion, the guards accompanying Louhen finished reading their names one by one, and the number of people in the room gradually decreased, and the remaining few people became more and more irritable and anxious. They had to stand on tiptoe every time they read a name. Look, when he heard that it wasn't his name, he stood back with a disappointed face, like a defeated rooster...

And Li Si was among them.

Unlike the others, the others somehow found their relatives in the painting, which gave them a little comfort, but now his complexion was getting paler, and beads of sweat were dripping from the corner of his forehead—he had taken it early. Zhang San, who had finished reading the letter, returned to him after carefully putting away the letter, and patted him on the shoulder as if to comfort him...

But it didn't work.

When there were only two people left in the whole team, Li Si looked as if he was about to faint at any moment.

Finally, the guard called the name of the person next to him. The person was full of joy, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a "hey" and went up to take the letter from his home with sweaty hands. It took almost no force to open the letter, and the letter fell to the ground...

In the end, when even Zhang Ziyao couldn't help but want to get nervous for Li Si, the guard finally called Li Si's name—Li Si's eyes were straightened, and he didn't recover for a while, the guard sighed and simply He went forward and delivered the letter to Li Si himself. The latter took the letter numbly, glanced at the envelope, then shook it, and said in a low voice, "It's not my wife's handwriting."

Zhang San's eyes became a little strange.

The hand he put on Li Si's shoulder seemed to subconsciously move away.

At this moment, Zhang San's strange mood seemed to be due to other people present—whether they were reading letters or queuing up, they all raised their heads to look at Li Si's side. The man tore open the envelope with slightly trembling hands as if out of his wits, and there was a soft "tear" sound, which was surprisingly loud and piercing.

A needle could fall quietly at the scene.

Li Si took out the thin letter with only a few lines of words and phrases out of the envelope, and then quickly read it——

From Zhang Ziyao's point of view, one can clearly see that the expression on Li Si's face changed from numbness to astonishment, and then from astonishment to bewilderment... Finally, his eyes were fixed on the spot, and the letter he had been looking forward to for a long time , fell from his hand on the yellow sand under his feet.

After a long time, Li Si raised his head and looked at the people around him, suddenly showed a strange smile, and said slowly to everyone: "...my wife, the mid-autumn festival dystocia is gone, and a boy was born, because she was born in the mother's womb If you hold it in for too long, you will be out of breath when you come down."

In a word, the faces of the people around became even more strange.

Zhang San took a step back, but his eyes were red.

Zhang Ziyao didn't quite understand why he was crying when his wife died, until the next thing he witnessed a scene that stunned him——

After Li Si finished speaking, not long after, his whole body and his distorted posture shook suddenly, his hands, feet, and face began to convulse like convulsions, and he uttered "drink" and "drink" as if it was difficult The painful sound of breathing, the tears dripping from the corners of his eyes - but instead of dripping on the ground, they were, strangely, quickly sucked dry by his cheeks...

Finally, there was only a "poof" in the air, and the person who was standing there suddenly turned into a handful of yellow sand!

The wind blew, and the wind scattered the yellow sand, and the clothes that Li Si had worn were wrapped in some remaining yellow sand and fell to the ground.

The surrounding area was silent, no one spoke.

[As long as there are things that live and exist in this world, they will all die. 】

[Including Wubei Army? 】

[Including Wubei Army. 】

……

[Every six months, someone from the imperial court brings them a letter from home, which is probably the time they look forward to the most in a year. 】

[When you are away from home, you will inevitably miss your loved ones after a long time. 】

[It's not exactly... Maybe it's just for survival. 】

……

[How long do you have? 】

[I'm still early, at least three months away, if it wasn't because I was too worried about whether the previous earthquake would affect my family, I still have at least four months. 】

[I still have more than a month, unlike Li Si, he is less than a week away...]

……

Li Si said, I can only live with my wife, I can’t live without her, I really can’t live without her——

Li Si is dead.

He's not lying.

When the only person in the world who cares about him is gone, he will really die.