Biganchun

In October of Saimen, there are thousands of miles of frost.

In the fortress, tent flags are billowing in the wind, floating like thousands of strands of thought.

Qingcheng stood silently in front of the tent, and when the sun rose at the beginning of the morning, she cast her thin figure through the flag silk.

Standing beside her, Mo Le looked at the Feiyu camp guards busy all around, and sighed: "Unexpectedly, we will leave this Saimen village so soon."

Qingcheng frowned slightly: "But I feel that we have been delayed here for too long. If the battle of Dingchuanzhai had not ended quickly, I'm afraid we would have to wait here until next spring."

The defeat of Dingchuanzhai shocked the entire line of Jingyuan Road.Yuan Hao sent his troops to the south, urging the city to pull out the strongholds, and went straight to Weizhou, with a length and width of [-] li, burning people's houses and seizing grain and livestock. Wherever he went, the Song camps defended themselves.At the beginning of October, Fan Zhongyan sent Fan Chunyou to lead the army to help. Yuan Hao was quite afraid. Considering that there were still nearly [-] soldiers from the Song camp on the roads in Shaanxi, he did not go further, and returned to Tiandu Mountain after plundering.

Mo Le nodded and said, "That's right, it's the right time to leave now. If we delay any longer, the road will be blocked by heavy snow and we won't be able to pass Helan Mountain."

Qingcheng looked at Mole and asked in a low voice, "Mole, what kind of place is the sandbar?"

Mo Le smiled at her, and said: "Although it is the Gobi Desert, there are many oases. The oasis we are going to has hundreds of hectares of poplar forests and a lake. The lake is five or six miles around, and the bottom can be seen clearly. Every spring and summer, there are many swans flying over the lake, which is very beautiful. In autumn, many melons and fruits can be harvested in the oasis forest. The most famous ones are Shazhou honeydew melon and agate grape. At that time, you must have taste..."

Qingcheng looked towards the mountains to the west, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know where he was.She didn't seem to hear what Mo Le said.

Mo Le looked at her profile, suppressed the smile on his face, and reached out to hold her right hand.Her palm was as cold as ice, which made his heart tremble.

Qingcheng turned around and said slowly: "Mole, in this life, can we go back to Ganzhou again?"

Mo Le was startled suddenly, turned his head to avoid Qing Cheng's gaze, his brows were slightly raised, and he remained silent.

Qingcheng said indifferently: "Actually, I understand that even if we go back, we will never be able to find the old days again. Otherwise, why bother to think about it... Our journey to Shazhou is long, it should be enough for me to Those past events have all been forgotten..."

Mole suddenly stretched out his arms to support Qingcheng's shoulders: "No, I will not forget, and I will not allow you to forget! One day, we will return to Ganzhou together... At that time, I will accompany you to hunt geese in Nanta Mountain, and I will accompany you to hunt wild geese in Pingyang. Ba Chima, watch Yasu rebuild the tooth tent on the Star Terrace, okay?"

Qingcheng raised her head and saw that tears were already shining in Mole's eyes.With tears in her eyelashes, she choked up and said, "Okay, it's a deal."

Mo Le smiled at her, and suddenly heard a crisp horn coming from the front village.His eyes flashed, he became alert instantly, and said to Qingcheng: "It is Yasu who is calling us."

Qingcheng nodded, rectified his complexion, and followed Mo Le straight to the tooth tent.

The two of them came to the tooth tent, pushed the curtain and entered, and saw Yasu standing in the middle, with serious eyes, as if in silent meditation.

Mo Le stopped a few steps in front of Yasu: "The flying feather cavalry camps are all ready. You can set off after you give an order."

Yasu raised his head, glanced at Mole silently, and slowly looked away.

Seeing Yasu's expression seemed different, Qingcheng stepped forward and asked, "Yasu, what's the matter?"

Yasu looked at Qingcheng: "I just received a flying letter from Fan Zhongyan. In his letter, he said that we will go to Shazhou, and he has reported to Zhao Zhen a few days ago. Zhao Zhen now issued a decree to canonize me as Baoguo Khan, Zhunye Luohe Uyghur moved to build a sandbar, and then continued the foundation."

On that day, Zhao Zhen canonized Qingcheng as Princess Ganning and issued an order to bestow money, but overnight.Now Yasu succeeded Yeluohe Uyghur Khan and had his name corrected, but it has been delayed for nearly two years.The reason is that the situation in the northwest is turbulent and delicate, which is the first reason, but the suspicion of the emperors and ministers of the Song Dynasty is also clearly visible.

Mo Le snorted coldly: "We have been back for two years, and he, Zhao Zhen, has been silent all the time. Now that we are going to the sandbar, he just pretended to issue some kind of edict. Who would care?"

Qingcheng sighed softly, and grabbed Mo Le's sleeve: "Mo Le, we are still in the Song Dynasty, even if you are dissatisfied, you should restrain yourself."

Mo Le shook his head and sighed: "Fortunately, we set off here. Go straight west along the southern foot of Helan Mountain. Within three days, we will be out of the reach of the Song army."

Yasu's eyes flashed back, and he said in a deep voice: "Today, we will go to Mapu village first, and tomorrow we will pass Manyunkou, and then return to the foot of Helan Mountain."

Mo Le was taken aback: "And why?"

Yasu said quietly: "Fan Zhongyan went north to patrol the border and is currently in Dashun City. I have an appointment with him. Before heading west this time, I will send someone to Dashun City first."

Mo Le raised his thick eyebrows: "Who is it?"

Yasu walked slowly in front of Qingcheng, with deep green eyes, staring silently at her face.

Qingcheng's whole body was shocked, and she lost her voice: "You...could it be..."

Yasu said slowly: "I made an agreement with Fan Zhongyan that Mo Le and I will lead the flying feathers to ride to the west of the camp to the sandbank. From now on, you will return to Song Dynasty."

The morning sun penetrates the curtain, and the light dust in the tent slowly rises, lingering around the body.Qingcheng stood there in a daze, her clothes drooping, she couldn't believe it for a moment.

Shocked, Mo Le ran up to Ya Su: "What did you say? How could you let Su Guang go back to Song Ying?"

Yasu turned back indifferently: "This matter has been discussed, and there will be no changes."

Mo Le was stunned and speechless, unable to speak for a while.

Qingcheng raised his head suddenly, and said to Yasu: "You have decided to do this early on, haven't you?"

Yasu turned his back and said, "Since you followed us to Saimenzhai last year, Zhao Zhen has repeatedly ordered Fan Zhongyan to try to take you back to Qingzhou. Fan Zhongyan has always been in a dilemma, and he doesn't know how to speak to me. This time, I am the one who is determined to send you back to the Song camp. I have sent a letter to Fan Zhongyan, and I will send you to the Song camp in Dashun City before sunset today."

Qingcheng smiled silently: "It turns out that this is how you obtained the imperial edict for the position of Khan."

Yasu suddenly turned around: "These two things have nothing to do with each other, you don't have to be smart. You should have stayed in Song Ying. This is what I mean, there is no need for any reason. Whatever I say, you should do. "

Qingcheng raised her head and said, "That's right. Since we were young, Mo Le and I have never disobeyed you. But you want me to listen to you, but you can't even think about it."

The expression on Yasu's face remained unchanged, and he said slowly: "Don't forget, who is in charge of this tooth tent."

Qingcheng took a step forward, held Yasu's arm, and said in a trembling voice: "You...why do you want me to go back to Songying? Do you know how I have come here in the past ten years?...Do you know? I also know that in order to be with you, I have given up everything, and there is no turning back!"

The desolate meaning in her words is heartbreaking to hear.Yasu avoided her gaze, but remained unmoved.

Mo Le gritted his teeth and said, "Yasu, we have gone through a lot of hardships, and we finally got together again. Why do we have to separate now? How did we survive until today, how did we find Suguang, all of this, don't tell me?" Have you forgotten?"

Yasu suddenly turned her head and stared at Mo Le: "I haven't forgotten. You are the one who forgot the past!"

He walked up to Mo Le step by step: "We lost our way in the Yanzhi Desert that day. We had no water and no food. For thirteen days, we trekked on the Gobi Gobi. We barely survived by drinking camel blood... That day we were in the desert. On the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, we were struggling, and when we encountered an avalanche, we would be buried under the glacier... That day, we were desperate and asked for help from the Gaochang Uighurs. The entire army was almost wiped out...Have you forgotten all these past events?"

The tragic scenes of the past resurfaced repeatedly, and Mo Le's throat choked up, and he suddenly closed his eyes.

Yasu said slowly: "Although we now have some foundations and have recovered the national treasure, but this time around the sandbar, the journey is difficult and dangerous, which is no different from what it was back then. Do you want Suguang to Walk this road once, and also taste the pain in it?"

Mo Le lowered his eyebrows with tears in his eyes and remained silent.

Qingcheng stepped forward and clung tightly to Yasu's sleeve, and said with tears: "Yasu, if we are together with you, it will be difficult and dangerous, even if I lose my life, I am willing. If you leave me alone How can I survive if I leave here?"

Yasu said slowly: "This time, what we are going to take is no longer the road of surviving, but the road of recovery. This road is destined to be more difficult than before, and it is definitely not what you should walk."

Qingcheng shook her head and said, "I don't understand what you said."

Yasu looked into her eyes: "It's a long way to go to the sandbank. Wherever you go, you will inevitably fight and kill, and it will be difficult everywhere... From now on, there will be no Uighurs from Ganzhou in this world, but I, Yeluohe Yasu Shabar Uighur!"

Qingcheng was startled, let go of her hand and took a step back: "You...have you forgotten Ganzhou and Yuan Hao's deep hatred?"

Yasu suddenly raised his head: "I will never forget the enmity of Ganzhou! I will not kill Yuan Hao, I want him to live! I want him to live, watching his family and country fall, watching his descendants kill each other, watching He is doomed! Before that, I will first set up a foundation on the sandbar to plan for the future! One day, I will raise the Skyfalcon flag again in this western border, and one day, I will make everyone remember the night. The glory of the surname Luohe for 700 years!"

The words are like knives, the sharp edge has been obscured for a long time, and it is finally unsheathed at this moment.

Qingcheng stood there in a daze, and said in a low voice: "So, in order to be able to settle down and achieve your foundation at this time, you must win Zhao Zhen's favor and order me to return to Song Dynasty in this life, right?"

She raised her head and stared at Yasu's face: "You want me to go back to Songying, what exactly is it? Is it a covenant or a proton?"

Yasu's pupils trembled, and he said sharply, "Shut up!"

Qingcheng still said with tears: "If that's the case, why don't you simply send me to Zhao Zhen as his concubine. Under the marriage, the favor of Song Dynasty will definitely be more secure!"

Yasuhuo stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped Qingcheng heavily on the face.

This palm strike froze the inside of the tent.Mo Le yelled angrily, ran forward to support Qing Cheng, blocked her behind him, turned around and shouted at Ya Su: "Are... are you crazy?"

Yasu stood with downcast eyes, his breath rising and falling: "For a hundred years, several generations of Uyghur Khans in Ganzhou have paid tribute to their ministers, hoping to rely on the power of the Song Dynasty to seek shelter. Stationed in order to preserve Ganzhou. But in the end, what will be the result?! I want you to listen clearly, since I Yasu, Ye Luohe has taken pride in his own life and death, and will never rely on others!"

Mo Le gritted his teeth and said, "What you said is touching, but you have also been canonized by Zhao Zhen, so what's the difference with Father Khan and the others?"

Yasu turned his gaze back and calmed down slowly: "After the Dingchuanzhai battle, Song and Xia held each other back, and they have reached an equilibrium in the northwest. The Liao Kingdom is far in the north, and they stand on top of one another. An excellent opportunity to live. Zhao Zhen grants me the position of Khan at this time. If I do anything different, it will make them suspicious. We have now set up news stations all over the territory of Song and Xia. In the sandbar, I know the situation here very well, and I can control it freely. We left the sandbar today, and we will definitely return to this place in the future!"

Qingcheng raised her head, her face was full of tears: "You have nothing to do with your words. I have walked this road for 15 years, how can I stop here? I will not follow you to Dashun city. If you must send me there, send my body there."

Yasu walked up to her, and said slowly: "The slap I just gave was to wake you up... You shouldn't have walked with us on this road... Don't forget, your surname is not Night falls."

One word is like a whip, deeply whipped in Qingcheng's heart.She swayed and stood there in a daze, as if she didn't know where she was for a moment.

Mo Le stood aside, seeing all of this.He suddenly raised his head, and said to Yasu: "All these years, I always thought that you loved her so much that you would never let her be wronged again...but I never thought that, You can hurt her so cruelly today..."

He suddenly stomped his feet heavily: "Forget it, since you don't want her, I'll take her away! From then on, you go to Shazhou to build that century-old foundation, and I will live with her at the end of the world, and we will never be separated again!"

This secret affection has been deeply buried in his heart since he was a child, and he thought that he would never have the opportunity to reveal it in this life, but at this moment he blurted out out of a hurry, without any scruples.

Qingcheng looked at him in a daze: "Mole...you..."

Yasu smiled wryly: "Do you think she would be willing to go with you?"

Mo Le looked back at Qing Cheng, only to see her weeping, her eyebrows lowered in silence.

Yasu walked towards Mo Le: "Do you know where she went the night before we left Yanzhou?"

Mo Le felt a pain in his heart, and lowered his head, unable to bear to look at the expression on Qing Cheng's face.He was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his voice: "I don't need to know where she went that night. I just need to know that as long as I treat her wholeheartedly, she will treat me the same one day."

Yasu took a deep breath: "Okay, even so, do you know that in order to maintain her inner strength so that she can follow Fei Yuqi, she did not hesitate to drink poison to kill herself, and supported herself with that Persia Milodan?"

Qingcheng was startled, raised her head, and said in a voiceless voice: "You... how do you know?"

Mo Le looked back at Qingcheng, tremblingly said: "What he said...is it true...you...why are you so confused..."

Yasu looked into Qingcheng's eyes and said calmly: "The miluodan that Ifahan gave you are just pills made from Manli grass."

Qingcheng lowered her head, not knowing what it was like in her heart for a moment.

That arrogant and treacherous Persian woman was usually indistinguishable from her friend and foe, but after all, she still couldn't bear to see her abandon herself and sink into ruin.

Mole sighed heavily, and turned his head to face Yasu: "No matter what, I will take her away. As long as I am by her side in the future, I will never make her suffer any more."

Yasu looked up and sighed, shaking his head slowly: "I've said so much, don't you understand?...Okay, I'll ask you one last question. If you can answer, I will do what you want."

He stared closely at Mo Le's eyes, and said word by word: "Let me ask you, since we arrived at Saimenzhai, have you ever seen her smile?"

Mo Le's heart was shocked, and he took half a step back.

...have you ever seen her smile...

This question went straight to the head and could no longer be answered.

Yasu smiled wryly, and in an instant, the stern face was filled with deep loneliness: "If you can make her smile, you can take her away, and I will never stop her!"

Mo Le gritted his teeth, stood trembling for a while, and finally relaxed his shoulders, and slowly lowered his head.

Yasu walked slowly to Qingcheng.The finger marks left by that palm just now are still imprinted on the skin of her cheeks.Tears and rain are covered, and Qinglu is deeply sad.

Fate is sad in every way, who can I ask for the reason?

There is a lot of pain from hatred, who will relieve it, and the pain in it?

He lingered on her face for a long time, finally sighed, and walked out of the tent.

The morning light shines and shines in, just like the forest outside Ganzhou City.

The child who had been trapped in the trap all night raised his head, his delicate cheeks were covered with mud marks, his eyes were full of joy and grievance.

The green poplars are green and the green grass is dense.The morning sun shines on the slender branches and leaves, like the teardrops in her eyes, and the dots are like gold.

... Yasu, you are finally here... Mole and I have been waiting for you for a long time...

The light and shadow faded, and Yasu raised his head.

The rising sun cast his back into the tent.

"From now on, what Yeluohe Uighur wants is the blood of me and Mole, but not your tears. Go your own way and don't look back."

The decayed grass is merciless, stretching for thousands of miles, until the setting sun.

Dashun City is surrounded by high walls, with flags waving at the head of the city, welcoming the westerly wind and setting sun, and singing the melody of seven strings.

Fan Zhongyan sits on the arrow platform at the head of the city, playing the piano.On the short table in front of him, a jade pot of ice lay lying on the side without a word, and the strings moved his heart.

Pingsha Luoyan, go to the country and cherish the hometown, the lofty ambitions have not changed, but they are no longer the minds of Yishi.

After playing a song, he sighed, stood up, and looked at the undulating mountains and plains in the distance, full of emotions.

Fan Chunyou came forward from behind him, and put a thin coat on him.A long sound of horns came from below the city, sending it far away to Arakawa outside the city.

Fan Zhongyan sighed: "After the battle of Dingchuan Village, Zhong Shiheng passed away again. Why are there so many mournful voices this autumn?"

Fan Chunyou said in a low voice: "Father, please be lenient. Now that Yuan Hao has returned to guard Tiandu Mountain, the situation between the enemy and us has returned to balance. It's just that our previous years of accumulation have been in vain. I don't know when we will return to Bianjing... ..."

Fan Zhongyan stroked his beard and sighed: "This is a long-term game, and it is useless to be impatient... This Dashun City is firmly guarded here. Although it is a frontier barrier in the Song Dynasty, the isolated city is independent of the mountains and wilderness. Under the boarding, I have to feel regretful all my life.”

The setting sun blows the trumpet, and all the songs of autumn echo in the depths of his heart, turning into thousands of thoughts and desolate words.

He stood against the wind and groaned in a low voice.

The scenery is different from autumn to autumn, and Hengyang geese go unnoticed.

The sound from all sides rang up.

Qianzhangli, Changyan, sunset solitary city closed.

This half-que fisherman is arrogant, with simple words, describing the scene of the frontier fortress in front of him, and expressing the desolation and desolation afterwards.The white bones cover the plains of Sichuan, and the Guanhe River is silent and smokeless, faintly appearing behind it.Fan Chunyou pondered carefully in his heart, unknowingly, tears welled up in his eyelashes.

The sound of the horn in the ear suddenly changed, Fan Zhongyan raised his head, looked down the city from a distance, nodded and said: "It's finally here."

Fan Chunyou followed his gaze from behind him, with a look of relief on his face: "After years of twists and turns, I finally paid off."

Flying all the way, the plain fur is like snow, and they have arrived at the city in a blink of an eye.

Yasule's horse stopped under the city, and stretched out his arms to hug Qingcheng off the saddle.The ink falcon flashed in the air, folded its wings and landed in front of Xue Cong.

He lowered his eyebrows and said quietly: "I'll leave Morda to you. From now on, you must remember to take care of yourself and never do things willfully. Can you hear me clearly?"

Qingcheng raised his head, his eyes were hazy, and he nodded slowly.

Yasu looked up at the top of the city, saluted Fan Zhongyan from the air, Huo Ranle turned his horse's head, and shouted loudly: "Mo Le, let's go!"

Mo Le looked back at each other and said with tears in his eyes, "Su Guang, we will come back to pick you up one day. You are waiting for us, don't forget!"

The steed neighed, and rode up, never looking back.

With tears in his eyes, Mo Le let out a low growl, swung his whip repeatedly, and caught up with Yasu, walking side by side with him.

In the dark, the sound of hooves was like iron, Yasu raised his whip and hit the horse's back.

At the end of the sunset, I entrust it to be treasured for a lifetime.

While running, he clenched the long whip in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.Quiet tears meander, and before they fall down their cheeks, they are scattered into the wind.

At this moment, my heart was extremely quiet, only Zhu Cui's whispered question echoed faintly.

...Yasu, what you can't let go of is Suguang, Marsai, or Ganzhou back then...

The whip sounded again, swaying the previous dust.Xue Cong jumped forward and led the rider away.

Fei Yuqi gradually moved away from the city wall, and Pingchuan stood still, hard to see.Qingcheng turned around suddenly, swept up the city ladder, and went straight to the top of the city.The ink falcon fluttered its wings, also soared up, and landed gently on the crenel of the arrow rest in front of her.

In the wilderness of the mountains and plains, a line of hoof dust will disappear in an instant.Qingcheng took off the suet jade ring from her neck, and tied it around Mo Falcon's neck with a silk thread.

She hugged the black falcon's neck, pressed her cheeks tightly against its side wings, and said with tears in her eyes, "Molda, go and bring this jade ring to Yasu for me, okay?"

Tears fell lightly, disappearing in the twilight.She straightened up and raised her right arm, and the black falcon leaped nimbly and climbed onto her arm.

"Molda, go."

While waving his sleeves, the long wings soared to the clouds, straight up to the nine heavens, and suddenly followed the flying feather cavalry far away.

The starlight is faint, emerging from the sky.The slender moon is a hook, and the sky is lonely and lonely.

The pain is full of gushing, but there is nowhere to go out for a while.Qingcheng backed away in a daze, just bumping into the short table behind her.

The seven strings vibrate slightly, as if inviting.

She suddenly turned around, stood up holding the qin, bent down on the ground, and put the body of the qin on her knees.

The fur coat fell to the ground, the blue sleeves fluttered, and the silk strings were deeply pulled into the fingertips.

With ten fingers connected to the heart, there was a sound of cracking silk, the sound of blue and green strings penetrated into the boundless twilight, and the returning geese started to count.

This life is sad, and I will send it to Lushuang.

Fan Zhongyan stood aside, only feeling in a trance, fully integrated into this desolate piano music.He sang an Aiqin, but he had never heard such a sad song, for a moment, it was as if his soul was in his soul.

Suddenly, a wisp of Qiang flute came from nowhere, leisurely and slowly, starting and ending, followed and followed, in harmony with the sound of the piano.

The neighing sound of horses could be faintly heard from the city, and the deliveries were missed, and the shadows of people overlapped.The crescent moon and autumn stars cast a faint cold light on the whole of this isolated city.

The soul of the country is gloomy, the journey is longing for pursuit, where is the loved one, only returning in the dream.

Fan Zhongyan restrained his mind and let out a long sigh.He whispered slowly, using the song to transmit his voice, and continued his peerless poems.

A cup of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, but Yan Ranwei has nothing to do.

The Qiang tube is full of frost.

People can't sleep.The general has white hair and tears for his husband.

The crimson robe was like water, stepped up to the top of the city, and stopped in front of Qingcheng.

The sound of the flute did not stop, intertwined with the sound of the piano, unknowingly mastering the deep meaning of the song, and at the end, it turned the unspeakable sadness into firmness and peace.

The snow in Yunfeng is cold, the jade pot is ice-clear, and the frost melts the feelings.

At the end of the song, Qingcheng slowly stopped, her sleeves fell silently, covering the strings silently.

He bent down and quietly wrapped her in his arms: "Qingcheng, I'm here."

Her body trembled, unable to support her anymore, she fell into his arms, crying like a child.

Half a lifetime of attachment is hard to dispel, only him can always make her worry, only him can comfort her infatuation.

Tears wet Zhu Yi, leaving hatred gradually far away, and melancholy gradually calming down.

At the end of the long road, Long Xing wakes up and the moon is dim.The scene of that night when I was young, after going through thousands of times, finally returned to the dreamland.

... Mo Le, I want you and Su Guang to go to the shooting range to practice arrows. You came back so late, where did you go...

... Yasu, why are you so fierce? ...I took Suguang to ride a horse outside the city, can't I...

...Yasu, don't be angry...Look, I picked the most beautiful flower for you...Do you like it...

The author has something to say: It would not be an exaggeration to say that this chapter is the most important one in the full text.When I wrote Wedge five years ago, the scene of this chapter was already in my chest.This article is written to write this chapter.I hope Yu Jiaao is not rude to Mr. Fan.

"Looking at the cold mountains in the distance, Hu Qi went to disappear. The crimson clothes are ringed with green sleeves, and the Qiang flute comforts silk. Where does this life go, but I hope to be the same as the king." Ah Yi's original, Wedge said through the mouth of Master Fan, After 30 words, the scene finally reunited.Fortunately, fortunately!

In fact, this chapter can be used as the end of the full text.But the debt has not been cleared, the responsibility has not been fulfilled, there are still two chapters in the Northwest chapter, and the return chapter is just a small obsession to fulfill the words and accusations.smile.