Biganchun

The city is narrow and long, like a Chu girl with a thin waist.

This is a military village that has been abandoned for many years. It is deeply embedded between the mountains at the junction of Huanqing Road and Yanyan Road. The surrounding peaks and valleys are dense, the landform is complex, and the water source is extremely scarce.A few months ago, Fan Zhongyan ordered Zhong Shiheng and his son to rebuild the fort here, in order to link up the cities on all sides and seal off the Xia army's marching route.Unexpectedly, the fortifications were not completed, but the Yeluohe Uighur Feiyu riding battalion who had retreated from Jingyuan Road was ushered in.

Inside the north gate of the thin waist city, nine military tents have already been set up for the rest of the horsemen of the Yeluohe tribe.The one in the middle is more than ten feet high, and its fur is covered with snow. There are six tooth tent guards stationed outside the door, who rotate day and night, without any gaps.

The timing has entered February.The Qiang flute is empty, the willows are still withered, and there is no trace of spring.In the afternoon in the isolated city, the sun is shining, and the weather is cold and impenetrable.

With a rustle, the curtain was raised high, and a handsome young man walked in from the outside.He has a white fur shawl, sword eyebrows flying, and sharp blue eyes projected on the person in the tent, all of which turned into tenderness.

The soft couch was covered with fur, leaning against the couch, holding a volume of local chronicles in his hand, his eyes wandering leisurely, full of thoughts, obviously not in the book at all.

The young man held back his smile, approached on tiptoe, and snatched the book in her hand: "I advised you to take a nap every afternoon, but you just didn't listen. If Yasu came back and saw that you were not in good spirits, Babina They won't be able to explain it."

The voice is clear and clear to the ear, it is the old Uighur language.

Qingcheng was startled suddenly, but when she raised her eyes and saw that it was him coming, she breathed a sigh of relief.She took up her clothes, stood in front of him, raised her head with a smile, and met his gaze: "Mo Le, didn't you say you were going to Calabash City? Why did you come back so early?"

Mo Le didn't answer, walked up to Qing Cheng first, stretched out his hand to lift her chin, looked at her for a moment, nodded and said: "Compared to when I left the day before yesterday, my complexion seems to be better", then smiled and said: "I finally found what you want. If you are in love with me, I will come back earlier to make you happier."

A flash of surprise flashed in Qingcheng's eyes: "Did you really find it? Where is the person?"

Mo Le turned back to the outside of the tent and said, "Don't come in yet!"

An old soldier walked in outside the tent.He was wearing an old armor from the Song Dynasty and carried a wooden box on his back. His figure was thin and he seemed to be over 60 years old.He approached Qingcheng and Mole, knelt tremblingly, and saluted them both.

Qingcheng hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up: "Old man, please get up and talk."

Mo Le said to Qing Cheng: "I have searched all the fortresses within a radius of a hundred miles, and when it comes to repairing bows and arrows, everyone says he is the number one."

Qingcheng nodded, and said to the old soldier: "I have a bow here, the bowstring is broken, and a proper person needs to replace it carefully. Come and see, maybe you can help me?"

The old pawn looked in front of him, and sure enough, he saw a black longbow leaning on the soft couch, the string of the bow broke and fell down from both ends.He walked forward, bent down to pick up the bow, looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "A good bow! I have cultivated bows and arrows all my life, and I have never seen such a strong bow... I wonder which general it belongs to?"

Qingcheng's eyes dimmed, and she lowered her head.Mo Le hurriedly supported her shoulders, and said to the old soldier, "Why are you asking so many questions? Hurry up and change the bowstring, it's the right thing to do."

The old soldier hastily pleaded guilty.He took the bow and went to the corner of the tent, put down the wooden box, sat on the ground, took out the utensils in the box, and began to disassemble the broken strings on the bow.

Mole helped Qingcheng sit down on the soft couch, watched the old soldier repairing the bowstring, and smiled at Qingcheng: "You lost your mount in Haoshuichuan, I have ordered Mianqi and Mosang to bring a set of horses to Langxing Village. Here is a snow silver colt for you. This morning, the horse has arrived. I have ridden it just now, and it is indeed one in a thousand. When you feel better in a few days, you can try it out. If you don’t like it, you can tell Me, I'll look for another one."

Qingcheng thought of Jueying and Zhuxing who died at the bottom of Chuan that day, sighed with lowered eyebrows, and before answering, she saw Deng Ruinian, the military medical officer of the Zhong family, walk into the tent.This Deng Ruinian was originally a famous doctor in Northwest China, and he has been with Fengzhong Shiheng for more than ten years.That day when Qingcheng returned from a serious injury, Zhong Shiheng ordered him to take care of Qingcheng's injury every day.For the past ten days, he has come to see the doctor every afternoon, not daring to be careless.

Seeing Deng Ruilian approaching, Mo Le quickly stood up.Deng Ruinian saluted the two and sat in front of the couch.

Qingcheng stretched out his right hand to Deng Ruinian.Deng Ruinian examined her wrist carefully, thought for a long time, and suddenly said: "May the Princess change her left hand, and allow me to examine her again?"

Qingcheng's eyes flashed back, as if he hesitated a little, but finally changed his left hand.She slowly rolled up her arrow sleeve, exposing her left wrist.

Old scars, like a thread of silk, cut deeply into the skin.

Both Mo Le and Deng Ruinian had never seen the scar on her wrist, so they were all shocked.

Mo Le leaned down and held Qing Cheng's left hand: "You... When did you get hurt?"

Qingcheng raised her head and smiled faintly at him: "I was not careful back then, but now it's all right now. You've been on the battlefield, and you haven't seen such a scene. I have a little injury here, so why make a fuss?"

Mo Le wanted to ask more questions, but because Deng Ruinian was by his side, he had to stop talking.

Qingcheng said softly: "Mr. Deng is busy, please ask him to check his pulse, we can talk later."

Moller shook his head without saying a word, and stepped aside.His eyes were hazy, with tears already appearing slightly.

Deng Ruinian sighed, raised his hand, and his fingers lightly touched the pulse of Qingcheng's left hand.

Qingcheng asked slowly: "Mr. Deng, what do you think?"

Deng Ruinian was silent for a long time, withdrew his hand, and stared at Qingcheng's face: "The princess's injury was originally a trauma, and the medicine was applied externally these days. After checking yesterday, it has already healed [-]%. But after being hit hard, the lungs have also suffered internal damage I had hoped for the same internal and external treatment, and asked the princess to take the decoction, but now it seems that it may not have the effect I expected before."

Mo Le frowned: "Mr. Deng, what do you mean? Could it be that you can't heal Su Guang's internal injury?"

Deng Ruinian smiled faintly: "Second son, don't be impatient. The princess will take care of it this time, and it will take time. I will adjust the prescription today, and I will ask the princess to take it for three days, and then see the effect."

Mo Le also knew that Deng Ruinian was a famous doctor, so even though he was impatient at the moment, it was inconvenient to confront him with words.He shook his head and sighed, and walked aside to watch the old soldier change the bowstring.

Qingcheng raised his head and said in a low voice: "Mr. Deng, I only feel that my internal energy is chaotic and difficult to control for a while, but I don't know when it will be completely recovered?"

Deng Ruinian sighed inwardly, but he still said in a consoling voice: "The princess is a very smart person, but he is afraid of thinking too much. In life, one should follow the law of nature, and it is useless to force it. As a princess, only Let go of your heart first, so that you will be safe for a long time. When you are seriously injured, you must not stimulate your true energy, rest for a while, and you will get better."

Qingcheng was silent for a while, then nodded slowly: "Thank you, sir. After a while, sir, if Mr. Zhan asks, just say that my injury is recovering gradually, so that he won't worry about it."

Since she came to this narrow-waisted city, she has been placed in the Uighur tooth tent to recuperate.Yasu strictly ordered Fei Yu to take care of the inner guards day and night. Except for Deng Ruinian, no one in the Song camp was allowed to enter.Although she and Zhan Zhao lived together in the same village, they were not allowed to meet each other at all.

Deng Ruinian smiled slightly: "I'll take care of it. Mr. Zhan has just recovered from an arrow wound on his arm. These days, he has been busy coordinating with Mr. Zhong to build the city. I have to wait until evening to see him."

Qingcheng raised his head: "The well water in this city is bitter. After drinking it for a long time, I'm afraid it will damage the liver and lungs. When you are free, sir, please don't forget to remind Mr. Zhan to drink more licorice tea to dissolve it."

Deng Ruinian said: "Princess, don't worry, this is my job..." He sighed: "Alas, it is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality. Only when we come to this narrow-waisted city where the city suffers from drought, will we know that Qingjian City's springs are clear and watery. It's like heaven and earth."

Hearing what he said, the old pawn who was sitting in the corner and quietly repairing his bow said: "Sir, if you are in the blessing, you don't know the blessing. Now the well in the narrow-waisted city was recently dug by an adult. It is considered sweet water. It is said that more than [-] years ago, the earth well water here was so salty that even horses and livestock refused to drink it.”

After hearing this, Mo Le wondered, "The source of water is the foundation of the city. If there is no drinking water, why did you choose to build the city here?"

The old soldier said: "I didn't work here back then. I just vaguely heard that a lot of manpower was spent on building this military stronghold, but it was abandoned overnight for unknown reasons, and not even the guards remained... ...The stockade is long and slender in shape, resembling a Jiegu, and its common name is Gu'er City. Later, after Mr. Zhong came, it was changed to the city of Slender Waist."

Mo Le laughed and said, "I've always heard that Mr. Zhong was born in a Confucian school, but it's true. After changing the name, it's much more elegant."

He turned back, but saw Qingcheng sitting on the soft couch, her face was like snow, her body trembling slightly.Mo Le frowned, walked up to her, bent down, and carefully observed her complexion: "Are you tired? This bowstring can be changed as soon as you speak. I'll take Mr. Deng out, and you just rest."

Seeing this, Deng Ruinian stood up quickly: "Second son, please stay. I'll go to the pharmacy to write down the prescription, and I will order someone to bring it when the medicine is ready."

Mo Le nodded to Deng Ruinian, and watched him leave the account.

The old pawn had finished changing the strings for a while, so he also bowed and withdrew.

Qingcheng raised her head, smiled lightly at Mole: "I just suffered some injuries, how can I be so delicate? These days, you and Yasu are so nervous, I am not allowed to take a step outside the tent, and I don't know what is going on. Why are you here?"

Mo Le stared at Qingcheng, the smile on his face disappeared, and he said slowly: "That day, Yasu and I searched almost every corpse in Haoshuichuan in order to find you... If you knew our mood at that time, you would not would ask that."

Qingcheng was stunned and said nothing, with a sad look on his face.Moreton felt remorse, and quickly showed his face: "Yasu's temper, don't you know? He ordered you to stay in Yanzhou, but who knew that you delivered the letter alone, and almost had an accident. If it wasn't for Molda I was lucky enough to find you from the sky. I really don’t know if I can see you again... Sigh, since childhood, Yasu hated us for disobeying orders. Your current situation is half recuperating and half being grounded. Wait a few days for Yasu to get angry It's over, I'll intercede for you again. At that time, wherever you want to go to relax, I will accompany you there, how about it?"

Seeing his sincerity in his words and his whole heart on herself, Qingcheng couldn't help smiling at him: "Okay, that's it... I'm really a little tired, you go and get busy first."

Mo Le nodded: "Okay. If you want to eat something tonight, send Babina and the others to tell me."

He smiled at Qingcheng and walked out of the tent quickly.After giving a few low-pitched instructions to the tooth tent guards, he left immediately.

The curtain fell behind him.For a while, there was silence in the tent, except for Qingcheng.She stood up and walked slowly to the Promise Bow, her eyes fell to her feet.

With a strong bow on the ground, strings of light filled the body, as if reborn in the world, only the old master was missing.

The setting sun is on the mountain, and the red and purple dense clouds dye the western sky, reflecting the hunting army flag outside the red gate.

In the handsome tent, more than ten white candles have been lit.Zhong Shiheng stood in the middle, with a huge sand table in front of him.The terrain of the valleys around Slim Waist City is piled up on top of it, vividly.Beside Zhong Shiheng, the eldest son Zhong Gu, the second son Zhong Er, the third son Zhong Jian and the youngest son Zhong Yi stood in sequence.Zhan Zhao, Mo Le and Lieutenant General Lu Li also surrounded the sand table.All of them looked dignified and remained silent, as if they were waiting for something.

There was a sound of horse neighing in the distance, and it was heard in the commander's tent.Zhong Shiheng raised his head abruptly, and saw that the curtain was high, and Yasu and four flying feather riders had hurried in.

Zhong Shiheng went forward and asked in a deep voice, "My son, how is the situation?"

Yasu raised his shoulders, the cloak dropped from his body, and was caught by a guard behind him.His eyes were like green pools, and he looked at Zhong Shiheng: "The two thousand elite cavalry of the Capture and Survival Army come from the west, and they will arrive at Xifeng Ridge within two hours."

Zhong Shiheng nodded slowly: "Sure enough. Where's the Iron Harrier Army?"

Yasu shook his head and said, "No trace."

Zhong Shiheng turned around and walked to the sand table, looking at the mountains west of Slim Waist City.He slowly picked up the three cast iron arrowheads in the corner of the sand table, raised his hand, and inserted the two arrowheads, one on the left and one on the right, into the north and south slopes on the east side of Xifeng Ridge, and said in a solemn voice behind him: "You guys are so stupid! Set off at this moment, lead five hundred cavalry troops, bring more rolling stones and wood, and divide the north and south slopes. The moment the capture army enters the mountain, it is the time for you to wipe out the enemy!"

Everyone knelt down on one knee: "Take orders!"

Zhong Shiheng turned his head to look at Yasu: "Your Majesty, we have to ask Feiyu to ride on the battalion for the rescue between Xifeng Ridge and Xiyao City."

Yasu nodded and said, "It's a great honor for Fei Yuqi to fight side by side with the great power of the Zhong family army."

Zhong Shiheng is a hero by nature, open-minded and transparent, and has always had an old relationship with the Uighurs in Ganzhou.Yasu met him not long ago, but the two had a tacit understanding, and they had become friends for many years.

Yasu focused his eyes on the sand table, and said quietly: "Here, the Zhong family army and the Feiyu cavalry are combined together, but there are only more than [-] cavalry. The enemy is outnumbered. If we attack from north to south on the east line of the Lingdong line, it will occupy a favorable area. , I’m afraid it’s not enough.”

Zhong Shiheng nodded, and thrust the remaining arrowhead into the back mountain of Xifeng Ridge: "If you want to wipe out all the enemy cavalry, you must have another strong reinforcement to cut off the retreat completely."

Zhan Zhaoben stood at the side, and said with a smile at this moment: "Di Hanchen's [-] Shenji Battalion has been waiting in Huanzhou for many days. If he knows this news, he must be in his arms."

Zhong Shiheng smiled at Zhan Zhao: "Exactly. It's just that you have to take another trip around the state."

Zhan Zhaolian had a smile on his face, and said seriously: "Zhan Zhao takes orders."

A strong enemy is approaching, only in a blink of an eye, but everyone in the tent is full of generosity, and there is no fear at all.Zhong Shiheng looked around, feeling deeply in his heart, and said slowly: "Sirius Falling, it will be tonight. It's not too late, everyone, let's go now."

All the people stood up with shocking armor and stepped out of the handsome tent.Yasu looked at the lingering clouds in the sky, put on his fur coat again, and suddenly turned his head to Mo Le and said, "Su Guang is still in the tooth tent, you go and call her out, before we leave, we have to leave a message for her."

Mo Le nodded, before going to the tooth tent, a commander of the Zhong family army outside the tent knelt down on one knee, and replied to Yasu and Mo Le: "My two sons, an hour ago, the princess brought Several guards of Yazhang went out of the city on horseback, and they haven’t come back yet.”

Yasumole's complexion changed.Mo Le snapped, "What did you say? Su Guang left the city?"

When Zhan Zhao heard it from the side, he was also shocked.He stepped forward quickly, his eyes flashed sharply, and he asked the commander in a deep voice: "Where did the princess go?"

The commander-in-chief knelt on the ground, hesitant for a while: "This... the princess didn't explain it, the villain doesn't know..."

Yasu's expression was cold and serious, suddenly he raised his arrow sleeves, and hurried towards his horse, Xue Yu. Just as he was about to get on the horse, he saw several horses coming from afar.At first there was a silver horse that was as beautiful as a chrysanthemum, and the person on the saddle was light and slender, it was Qingcheng.

She reined in her mount in front of everyone, jumped off the horse, turned her eyes, met Zhan Zhao's eyes, and then fell on Yasu: "Are you going out of the city?"

The six tooth tent guards behind her all got off their horses, knelt down in front of Yasu, lowered their eyebrows silently, no one dared to raise their heads.Yasu ignored Qingcheng's question, looked coldly at the head of the bodyguard, and said in Uighur: "Babina, do you remember what I left before I left?"

Qingcheng sighed softly, stepped forward and held Yasu's arm: "It's none of their business. I've been bored for a few days and forced them to accompany me out of the city on a horse ride. If you want to punish, just punish me."

She lowered her eyebrows and bit her lips, her words were lucid, and she looked completely delicate.Yasu looked at her, his brows gathered together, he was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Tonight we ambushed the party's capture army at Xifeng Ridge. You stay in Mr. Zhong's command tent, and you must not leave even half a step!"

Qingcheng was startled, Yasu had already jumped onto the saddle and left with a whip before he could be questioned.Mo Le also got on his horse, made a face at her, and said, "Fortunately, he has no time to deal with this matter at the moment, otherwise everyone will be involved. Before we come back, you should first think about how to deal with it." stop."

Qingcheng raised his hand to grab the bridle of Mole's mount, looked up and said: "Mole, you can take Babina and the others with you. Night battles are changeable, and one more person will give more strength. I am here with a thin waist. In the city, Lord Zhong can keep me safe."

Mo Le thought for a while, nodded and said: "That's fine." He raised his head and said to the guards in the dental tent: "Babina, you come with me."

The twilight is coming, and the back is depressed.Standing there, Qingcheng saw Mole and Babina and his party follow Yasu away.She stood with her clothes facing the wind, and when she suddenly woke up, Zhan Zhao had quietly led the horse and walked up to her.

His gentle eyes hung down and fell straight into her heart: "Are you feeling better?"

Qingcheng smiled faintly at him: "Mr. Deng is a master of medicine, you have tried it yourself, what else can you worry about?"

Zhan Zhao saw that her face was relaxed, but her figure was thin, with melancholy between her brows, and the injury was clearly unhealed.He felt a pain in his heart, but there was an urgent matter at hand, and he couldn't stay for a while, so he said: "I'm going to Huanzhou to see Di Qing. If everything goes well, I'll come back tomorrow morning after the battle. You stay with Mr. Zhong, be careful in everything !"

Qingcheng raised his head suddenly, frowned and said, "Are you going to Huanzhou? Are you riding alone?"

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "In terms of riding skills, it's hard to find anyone other than you who can keep up with me."

Qingcheng recalled the situation of walking side by side in the past years, sighed in his heart, and suddenly seemed to remember something: "Just wait."

She turned around and untied the long bow and quiver in front of the saddle, turned around, walked to Zhan Zhao's horse, and tied the bow and arrow to Zhan Zhao's saddle.

"This Promise Bow has been restringed, but there are only three Longevity Arrows left. These are all the relics of General Sang. When you see Di Qing, please ask him to pass it to Mr. Fan."

Zhan Zhao nodded solemnly.He got on his horse and looked back at Qingcheng.

The cold wind of the first day blows the fur coat on her body, revealing the thin threads of silk around her neck.

One ring is like a jue, protecting the heart.At dusk, Xixia produces purple smoke.

The eyes are lingering in one place, and the pulse is clear.All kinds of moods can only be discussed when I return.

Zhan Zhao raised his whip and urged the horse to go.

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