Suo Jinling

"Useless things, you can't even find a big fart. What kind of white wolf is in the world, and the rumors left by the bald clapper scare you like this?"

Randuer became more and more angry, jumped off the horse, waved the long whip in his hand, threw the person in front of the tree, and raised his leg to make up for it: "Get out! That dali is not a bird, it can fly To the sky?"

The snow fell silently, he panted heavily, the snow fell on his back, his eyebrows were covered with snow and frost, and he couldn't move for a long time.

Ever since the guard of Yongkang City in the Liang Dynasty committed suicide in the midst of the rebellious army, Dali came here and made sneak attacks from time to time. There are not many prey in the mountains, so it is not suitable for long-term battles. This time, the guard's little Dali attacked Father Khan by mistake and broke into his camp by mistake. Before Father Khan noticed... how could he let him go? This godsend?

But the little dali seemed to fly away with wings, not even a feather left behind.

impossible!

impossible!

Randuer was furious, shook off his whip, and slammed his fist against the tree. The residual snow rustled and scattered the birds and beasts. The vice Gele beside him couldn't see it, and urged his horse forward in a low voice: "Gele, first Let’s go back, the Khan didn’t allow a large-scale attack before, we came out this time and mobilized a lot of soldiers and horses, and we can’t hide it anymore. Dali has always been sinister and vicious, if there is any backhand..."

A white shadow flitted past, leaped from the toes, and jumped behind the tree trunk.

Randour narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the snow mouse quietly.

"Where's the little bastard?" Landur knelt down on one knee, grabbed two stones, one shook out the squirrel, and the other smashed the squirrel's head. Shouldn't it be..."

Landur took off the quiver, narrowed his eyes slightly, and shot a long arrow: "Going into the mountains to hunt for wolves?"

Fu Gele lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye: "Lan Jingming was awarded the title of Little Gele. Although he is still your follower of Gele, it is hard to guarantee that he will not be taken by his father's side in the future. We can talk about it in private. In front of outsiders, Gele Le Mo will call him a bastard again, in case the wall has ears, and it will reach Khan's ears..."

"Isn't he a bastard?" Landur sneered, raised his hand, and smashed the bow and arrow back on his back, "It's not a bastard, why does he look like a ghost, with eyes staring at people, what does it have to do with ghosts The difference. Father Khan has many heirs, I don’t know how many Gele have been sealed, the bastard is what I have been calling since childhood, if Father Khan really cares about him, will he allow him to be my follower?"

Fu Gele helped his forehead helplessly, and sighed in a low voice: "Of course we don't mention the past. Right now, we are at war with Dali. It's time to employ people. It's better to be cautious. I think Lan Jingming has some skills in dispatching troops. Guller, don't take it lightly."

"Since you have some skills, why don't you go to the front to take people," Landur became more and more angry. When he was young, he fought with Lan Jingming and was caught and disfigured. He was furious, "I want to see See what good he's doing in my account."

Randuer has always been too lazy to cover up, and he will do what he says. He got on his horse, whipped his whip and went to the accountant.Since he was a child, he had many attendants, and Lan Jingming was just one of them. What he had to do was cooking, washing, and warming the bed. Those with strong abilities would be promoted to attendants, and they would follow Gele on the battlefield. He was brave and good at fighting since he was a child, and he was highly valued by his father. The rest of Gele respected him respectfully, and many followers even treated him like a god. Jin's face, never even salute him, know how to do laundry and cooking, if you want him to warm the bed...

Randur touched his forehead, and a long scar ran from the top of the forehead, brushed the corner of the eye, and meandered to the ear.

He once threw Lan Jingming on the bed, trying to make people warm the bed. In fact, he couldn't be tough on a man, he just wanted to beat that cold face... No one has ever dared to despise him like this, with that gaze Like looking at the stinking stones in the stove, one more look will make you feel nauseous.

The fight between the two was turned upside down, Lan Jingming ruined half of his face, he naturally showed no mercy, hanging him outside in the cold weather, dancing him into whip flowers with a thorny horsewhip, turning him into a blood gourd, The gourd hung outside for three days and three nights. Finally, the military doctor in the tent, Old Tuzhen, knelt down and begged for mercy. He only let him go, acquiescing to the old Tuzhen, who cut the rope and threw the man on the ground.

Old Tuzhen has been with his father Khan for a long time, and he is a good expert in seeking medical advice. Every time his father Khan and Gele are in danger, it is the old Tule who turns the tide and pulls people back from the gate of hell. Give him face.

Old Tuzhen spent the whole winter in the Lanjing tent.

The tent was filled with the smell of bitter medicine, and there was a faint rumor that Lan Jingming's muscles and bones were not opened. After paying the bill, it was not until the spring was warm and the flowers bloomed that I struggled to step onto the grass with a long pole.

Lan Jingming was skinny and skinny, he couldn't eat meat or smell kumiss, and he would grow up until the scorching summer before regaining his appetite, eating and drinking, and his body became healthy.

It's just that...the body of the one who was beaten didn't have any good flesh, and Lan Jingming's body was as smooth as ever without any scars.

When they went to take a bath in the river, all the female relatives gathered together to point out, saying that Lan Jingming had a smooth back and creamy skin, and was more eye-catching than women.

Landur was puzzled, and he tripped Lan Jingming from time to time. The people who were beaten were covered in cuts and bruises. Lan Jingming's skin was bruised and bleeding, but when the wound healed, it would still recover without leaving a trace of scar.

After becoming Gele, he often fought wars, and he didn't have time to trouble Lan Jingming again. This time he failed to ask for credit, and Landur was full of anxiety and just wanted to find someone to vent his anger.

He drove his horse into the tent, and many captive Yingying and Yanyan stood in front of the horse, each begging for his favor. They Beiyi people have always been bold and enthusiastic, and they courtship without concealment. After a long time, they have tasted enough, so they want to try it. Liang Guo women.The women of Liang State were fair-skinned, slender, and soft-spoken. When they were captured, they struggled and cried, and they were thrown in the tent to frighten them a few times. After a few days of starvation, most of them died down. For rice, only when they are favored by him, Landur, can they drink two sips of broth. They gradually lose their restraint and try their best to compete for favor. Some will be left behind, taken away together when pulling out the tent, and some will be tired I just threw it in the mountains, and I will live or die at the mercy of fate.

Lan Jingming's round tent is the innermost one, the smallest and most shabby one. It needs to be covered with several layers of weeds to block the wind and snow. Landur rode a tall horse, pushed aside the women who came up, flaunting his might to enter and protrude. Long wooden spear, the tip of the spear pierced the curtain.

The air-conditioning rushed in from the outside, Lan Jingming was wrapped in a long cloth, holding a medicine bowl in both hands, quietly looked up at the person, and when he saw the person, he was expressionless, lowered his eyes lightly, took a sip of the bitter medicine, and gently fondled the person. neck, choking the liquid medicine into the stomach.

Fu Gele's chest trembled, and he slowly reined in the reins.

No matter how many times I've seen it, I'm still amazed.

Lan Jingming is fair-skinned, tall, with a straight nose, blond hair and blue eyes, and they don't fit in with the Beiyi people. The men regard him as a monster and spit on him to make trouble for him from time to time, but the woman thinks he is handsome and comes to sing and courteous from time to time. It also aroused the jealousy of men, and the number of people who troubled him was countless. Lan Jingming was hard to beat with four hands, and he was beaten by siege several times, but he never bowed his head, let alone begged for mercy.

Old Tuzhen nestled in the corner of the tent, silently shaking his fan to cook the medicine, when the gust of wind blew out the firewood, he moved a few times, put his back against the curtain, and made no sound at all.

Landur was condescending, swung his spear a few times, and stuck to Lan Jingming's side: "Little bastard, I ordered the whole tent to attack, even a three-year-old child knows how to applaud and cheer, you don't go to the front to grab people, but you are openly resisting orders here , How many heads did it grow?"

Unmoved, Lan Jingming blew lightly to brush the heat wave away from the medicine bowl, bowed his head and took another sip.

Before he swallowed the medicine, the porcelain bowl shattered, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the tip of the gun went straight to the bottom of his neck, drawing a line of blood.

Randur poked out the tip of the gun and fiddled with the fragments: "Since he is sick, help you wake up, come and hang him to the tree!"

Deputy Gele urged his horse forward and hurriedly stopped him: "Gele, Gele think twice before acting, if this matter reaches Khan's ears..."

"Humutu, you are my man, or this little bastard's man," Randur tightened the rein and shouted angrily, "Hang him up and bring the whip!"

The few people following behind swarmed up and rushed over to catch him. Lan Jingming didn't resist, and let them tie his wrists by his shoulders and hang him from a tree.

It was freezing cold, and he only wore thin unlined clothing, with his naked back exposed, whiter than frost and snow.

"I'll ask again, why didn't you obey the military order?"

A chair was moved in the center, and Landur dismounted easily, sat on the chair with his legs crossed, played with the whip handle in his palm, and spun it back and forth a few times: "Bengler can't interrogate Old Tuzhen, and it is more than enough to interrogate you. The battle ahead is tight, and you are here Enjoy in the back, life is really comfortable!"

There was a sound of wind from the tail of the whip, and it was whipped heavily on the back. This time, the skin was ripped apart, flesh and blood flew across the body, and there was a crackling sound. The whip was tanned with gold silk, and it was thrown on the body, tearing the flesh, shaking the body violently.

Lan Jingming gritted his teeth and endured it, his shoulders arched tightly, and his flesh collapsed into a ball.

The strength of his whole body was concentrated on his two wrists. He was suspended in the air, his wrist bones were blue and purple, and layers of purple and black bruises appeared. There was a loud wind in his ears, and the next whip fell in the air. Lan Jingming spun in mid-air, bleeding from his shoulder blades to his back. , blood dripped down, smashed to the ground along the calf.

Blood vortexes melted into the snow, and the blood spots turned into blood lines, winding behind his back. Randur swung his whip, treating Lan Jingming like a sack of leaking sand, and specifically picked the weakest place to greet him. Lan Jingming bit his lips and tongue, and cried out in pain Pressed at the bottom of the throat, the eyeballs turned red and veins appeared on the top of the forehead.

Landur asked a few times and stopped asking. This little bastard has never been obedient. He finally got a little Gele, and he couldn't even get the tent with the army. He was still begging in his own tent. He didn't want to ask What happened, just to vent his anger, he just lost a great opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if he can catch the little Dali of that old thing, and dedicate it to his father after dismembering his body into tens of thousands of pieces... ··

Thinking of this, Landur blushed furiously, and slammed a whip, which slashed across his lips, causing Lan Jingming to vomit blood, and his chest was horribly red.

Her hair was loose, her face was dripping with cold sweat, and her blonde hair stuck to her side cheeks. Lan Jingming lowered her head, gasping for breath, and the blue cat's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, like two fallen eyes. The glazed stone in the mud can't touch half of the spirit.

Randur lowered his wrist, he was really tired from beating, and was about to raise his hand after taking a break, when the horse's hooves slammed outside the tent, the messenger slid down from the horse and handed over the military order with both hands.

"The Great Khan has an order, go to the big tent to listen to the order!"