Suo Jinling

Landur tightened the reins, thinking of cutting Lan Jingming into pieces.

He and Lan Xinhong had always been at odds. When they met, they scolded each other and pinched each other. The two were in charge of many soldiers and horses in Beiyi. He actually scolded the two of them bloody, saying that the two of them are violent and self-willed, and it is really difficult for them to take up the big responsibility. They are required to teach the little Gele wholeheartedly, select plastic talents from them, and promote the prestige of Beiyi.

Many Gele lay in the tent, listening to their scolding bloody head, the laughter kept coming and going, and they couldn't hold back. They were full of ashes, and they were going to fight outside, so they reined in their horses and suppressed their anger When he came back, he suppressed his temper and went back to the tent. There was a lot of turmoil. When Lan Xinhong came back and found that his stepbrother was missing, he used this excuse to go to each tent, throw grass and leaves flying around, dogs and chickens barked wildly, and the lamb hid in the fence. , each dare not take the lead.

All the way to Landuer's tent, Landuer refused to let anyone enter, Lan Xinhong insisted on breaking in, the two glared at the tent, the soldiers of both sides stared at each other, like fire meeting withered grass, mud dragon entering the sea, the crisis was imminent.

The Khan sent a message, ordering them not to mobilize secretly, and the two of them stopped their flags and dismissed the soldiers behind them. Randur suppressed his temper and led Lan Xinhong into the tent. In the middle, catch people straight.

Lan Xinhong pushed the horse's belly, pointing the whip to the ground, and said with a smirk: "If there is something wrong with my righteous brother, Da Gele should give an explanation, at least in front of Father Khan, I will say something nice for my younger brother."

Lan Duer's face was blue and purple, he raised the horse whip high, and swung it downward vigorously. A whip hit Lan Jingming's body, and a bloodstain was engraved on the skin. On the entrance, strong and bloody, Randall sat blankly, turning his head to look at people in a daze: "Yi, brother Yi..."

"My righteous brother has been tied up for several hours, and has several injuries on his body, and the injuries are still serious," Lan Xinhong said, "Tell me everything, and let Da Gele stand in your place."

Randall was tongue-tied, not knowing which tendon was wrong, Lan Jingming's scars all over his body fell in his eyes, and it was particularly glaring: "Brother Yi, I, I, I have an appointment with Jingming to have fun, and if anyone loses, we have to enter the opponent's account In the process, I took a dagger and scratched the bastard on the neck, and it would heal in a few days. I, I broke my promise, I was afraid of pain, so Jingming tied me up..."

Lan Jingming stared at the man quietly, the expression in his eyes changed, and the short dagger was rolled up and gently put into the sheath.

Landur sneered, turned his head to Lan Xinhong and said, "It's not a big deal to play and fight between the little Gele. The big Gele mobilizes people to come here. Those who don't know think that I tore up your tent and ruined it." If your beauty reaches Father Khan's ears, you and I have to go to the tent to lecture. You can afford to lose face, and I don't want to accompany you."

Lan Xinhong's face was bruised and purple, and he said with a fake smile: "Yidi brother, don't worry, Da Gele and I are in your tent, Da Gele has a broad mind and distinguishes between public and private, so you will definitely not have nowhere to ask for help. "

Landauer was caught in a dilemma, tied into a rice dumpling, with two big Gele's whips on his left and right, and Lan Jing's bright eyes in front of him. It's true, there is no lie. Now that Yi brother is here, can you take me back?"

Lan Xinhong said with a smile: "Since it's just for fun, you have to enjoy yourself to the fullest. See if you're still interested, go back when you've had enough fun."

Randall was sweating like rain, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Brother Yi, what Brother Yi said is very true, but it's not early, and I didn't tell my mother when I came out, she, she is still waiting for me to go back... ·”

Randall's mother has extraordinary abilities, which made Khan fall in love with her. Lan Xinhong thought that this brother-in-law was a bit smart when he was in a hurry, and he knew how to move his mother out to add a bit of weight.

"Since that's the case, brother Yi will go with me." Lan Xinhong threw off the whip, rolled it up high, and tied Randall behind his back. "We'll talk about the rest later."

Before he beat the horse and left, he tightened the reins and said with a long laugh: "Playing in private is nothing but small troubles. The Gele Trials will be held in the near future. If you have some skills, it is better to be promoted to Gele dignifiedly than to be promoted to Gele later." The female is lying in the tent."

His words were full of intimacy, Lan Jingming's half face was hidden in the darkness, he didn't reply, let alone bowed down to pay respects.

Satisfied, Lan Xinhong patted his horse and left. Randuer slammed the whip on the ground, pointed at Lan Jingming's face and gritted his teeth. , he patted his horse and left, the curtain fluttered with the wind, and the ground was thrown down to make a mess.

The camp was in chaos, pots, pans and pans were broken all over the ground. Vanura ran from the nearby tent and squatted on the ground to pick up the debris. She had just returned to the tent to find the ointment, and as soon as she took it out, she saw two big Gelers flattering her. Coming over, she was so startled that she hid back in the corner, and didn't dare to come out for a long time, until the two of them left with their own soldiers, she trotted over, hid in the corner and probed her head, and brought a medicine bowl while picking up the debris.

Lan Jingming took the porcelain bowl and put the bitter medicine on the ground.

There was a laceration on his back, and the lash was on the old wound, the skin was ripped apart, and the room was full of blood.

Bleeding from injuries was commonplace, so he didn't take it seriously, grabbed a hand of Canxue, and pressed it on the injury to stop the pain from spreading.

Old Tuzhen extinguished the firewood, brought purple black ointment, and smeared it on Lan Jingming's back. Lan Jingming was lazy, with his sharp chin resting on his knees, his shoulders twitched a few times, his long eyelashes drooped, and his five fingers covered his legs. On the top, the phalanges are glowing dark blue, the color is not very healthy.

Vanura walked out of the tent, entered the barn fence, and took out a bleating lamb. It was still young, its body was white and tender, and it struggled for a long time, but it was still carried into the tent by her and held beside Lan Jingming. : "You have to eat meat."

Vanura grabbed the lamb's ears, shook it from side to side twice, patted its back, and made a muffled thumping sound: "Little lamb, fresh, shaved to make meat skewers, roasted with the pith removed from the bone, and roasted until it turns yellow and orange." The lamb marrow, the lamb brains are washed and dried, and dried into slices, crunchy and fragrant..."

The little lamb seemed to have a premonition of its tragic fate, bleating and struggling constantly, and kicked Vanuula's stomach with its hooves. Lan Jingming looked at it for a while, then patted the lamb's head: "Send it back."

"Send it back?" Vanura drooled, "You don't want to eat it?"

"Don't eat," Lan Jingming shook his head, "Send it back."

He can search for snow rats in the white snow, and take them out in a litter. He can go up the mountain to hunt snakes, skewer the snake meat on poles, and roast them to make them delicious.

But he couldn't kill a living lamb similar to himself. Before it died, it knelt down and begged for mercy, with tears in its eyes, begging him to let it live.

Wanu La went out with the lamb in his arms. Lan Jingming breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the thorn fruit, and put one into his mouth. The mouth was so sour and bitter that he couldn't swallow it. His eyes flashed, and the appearance of a young man was reflected in a trance. Ah Jing Grinning his teeth, swallowing the fruit with tears in his eyes, he was forced to choke a few by jumping from side to side.

The salt also has a different taste. Beiyi lacked supplies and few seasonings. After a lot of looting, the spoils were divided up by the big and small Gele, and there was not much left in the tent. They drank blood every day. , is a great blessing.

Lan Jingming's mouth was dry, and he spit out the chewed thorn fruit, and looked at the endless snow field outside the tent: "Old Tuzhen, in the past when Gele was selected, the loser died, where the body will be buried."

"On the northbound mountain," old Tuzhen said, "the goshawks are flying back and forth in the sky, and they will carry their souls to and fro wherever they come and go."

Lan Jingming sighed: "Okay, there are back and forth, naked come and naked, it's not in vain to go through this life."

Old Tuzhen said: "Young people should have lofty aspirations, the sky is high and the road is far away, let's go for it."

"I didn't say I was going to retreat." Lan Jingming stood up straight, put his robe on his body, tilted his head and smiled, "Nested in the tent all day, nested into a piece of wood, I went out for a run, before pulling out the tent tomorrow return."

Before old Tuller could make a sound, Lan Jingming swung out of the tent a few times like a monkey being released from a cage. He brought a white horse and galloped out, crossing the vast snowfield and stepping into the deep mountains.

He searched in the mountains for half a day, and the tired horse stuck out its tongue and was paralyzed on the ground, unable to move. He tied the horse into the cave, whistled by himself, and walked deeper and deeper in the snow, farther and farther, and did not know where he was going. After a while, a wolf howled in the distance, and a white shadow rushed towards him, threw him on the ground, licked his tongue back and forth, made him giggle happily, rolled several times on the snow, and landed on the white wolf's back.

"Are you all okay?" Lan Jingming lay beside the white wolf's ear, "Take me to meet them."

The white wolf stepped on the snow on all fours and leaped forward in the forest. It was tall and agile, and was very familiar with the forest. It carried Lan Jingming forward and meandered forward, and came to an entrance on the hillside. The entrance of the cave was not small. Covered with dead grass, the big hole inside is surrounded by small holes. There are three white wolves lying inside, and when they saw Lan Jingming coming in, they stood up one after another, shook off the remaining snow on their bodies, surrounded Lan Jingming, and stuck out their long tongues to lick. He, rolling around beside him, Lan Jingming unloaded all his strength, hugged this one, hugged that one, played with this one, played with that one, until the tired ones couldn't move, he stood up and patted Pat the white wolf who led the way: "Xiaobai, I want to go for a walk in the forest, you can go with me."

The white wolf named Xiaobai sticks out his long tongue, licks Lan Jingming's cheek, then obediently lays down on his stomach, allowing him to climb on his back and hold his fur.

They were walking in the forest, the new wind blew past their ears, and the robes rubbed against the wound, causing itching. Lan Jingming remained unmoved, with his legs clamped tightly to the wolf's body, his arms stretched out, and the snow waves hit like rain Come, dripping on the face, the vast world is silent, only my own breathing rises and falls, let the coolness sweep away the heat wave, lift the corner of the rolled robe, and make the sound of creaking water.

After walking through the forest for a long time, the white wolf jumped a few times and took him to the ridge in the forest. There was a full moon in the sky, and the brightly lit Yongkang City was under his feet. This city seemed to be made of steel and iron. The thick and heavy city walls are brightly lit and bustling with people, there are faint cries of hawking, red gourds are inserted on the tall bamboo joints, and the strings are spinning in mid-air, and steaming steamed buns are brought out. On the table, in the market, the woman leads the man, the child sits on the man's neck, several people are holding freshly baked pastries, and each of them takes a bite. There are colorful lanterns floating in the river, and Lan Jingming is lying on the back of the white wolf. pointing to the lights of Yongkang City: "Xiaobai, is it fun there?"

White Wolf let out a long howl as a response to him.

"There is something that I haven't told anyone, I only dare to tell you quietly." Lan Jingming buried himself in the white wolf's fur, and took a deep breath, "I can vaguely recall some...mother's appearance, She has a slender figure, her eyebrows and eyes are similar to mine, she always has the fragrance of flowers on her body, and she also wears... a hairpin that only exists in Yongkang City."