Suo Jinling

Lan Jingming fought and retreated, led the entourage back to the depths of the dense forest, crossed half of the mountain, and stopped for a while.

The old and the weak, women and children in the tent ran all night and urgently needed a rest. They each settled down to warm up by cooking meat and kumiss. Lan Jingming tightened the reins, turned around and put the sword back into its sheath, silently looking into the distance.

All I could see was Lin Hai, the rustling wind was blowing, and the previous gunpowder smoke suddenly disappeared, like a dream.

His body was sweating and cold, his skin was bruised and his flesh was painful, the blood flowed continuously under his neck, and his tendons were throbbing vigorously.

There was a constant buzzing in the chest, and large and small stones fell into the water, splashing waves of ripples.

In the dead of night when he couldn't sleep, when the wound hurt and he felt dizzy, he had imagined many times of reunion, but he never imagined that Ah Jing would go straight in like this and caught him off guard.

"Gele, your neck is still bleeding," Ya Gezhen patted his horse forward, rolled up the white cloth in his hand, and pressed it on Lan Jingming's neck, "I'll bandage it up for you."

Lan Jingming bent over in a daze, his neck seemed to be burned, and the white cloth was soaked red with blood, and it took a few pieces to stop it.

It was just a shallow cut, but his body seemed to have been eaten away, leaving only shriveled skin.

"Landur and Lan Xinhong are entangled by the Tuge tribe, and they won't be able to get away for a while." Lan Jingming straightened up and pressed the white cloth by himself, "Go to Landao's real account and ask him to bring elite soldiers over , defend the enemy with me."

The steed hissed and kicked its front hooves uneasily, and Ya Gezhen scratched his neck, hesitantly: "Landao Zhengele has always been at odds with us, will he really come over?"

"You just need to say that General Chen Jing of Daliang is brave and good at fighting. If he brings two yellow-mouthed children here, they can beat the shit out of Landaozhen, and he will come," Lan Jingming said, "Go ahead."

Ya Gezhen's eyes darkened, and he almost fell off his horse. With Landao Zhengele's temperament of being on fire, as soon as he uttered these words, he was going to be a human skewer.

Lan Jingming didn't bother to say any more, he whipped Ya Gezhen's buttocks with a whip, and the horse ran away in pain, dragging Ya Gezhen out of sight.

The surrounding tents were set up, the stars were shining in the sky, and there was a cold wind in the forest. Lan Jingming drove his horse to approach the main tent, lifted the curtain and walked inside.

Several women were feeding Vanu La soup, and when they saw Lan Jingming coming in, they all bowed their heads and went out. Lan Jingming walked up to Wanu La and looked at her face carefully. She was exhausted shortly after giving birth, and her expression was more tired than before. Fortunately, his body is basically healthy, and his face is still red.

Lan Jingming changed into a robe, and the bleeding on his neck stopped. Seeing that Vanuula was fine, he wanted to go out. Wanula hurriedly called him: "Jingming!"

"Rest well," Lan Jingming said, "I'll bring you the baby later."

Vanura fumbled under the pillow and grabbed a bell: "Here you are!"

Lan Jingming was unmoved.

"Here you are," Vanura insisted, "This is your lucky bell!"

Lan Jingming sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, walked back to sit next to Vanura and sat down: "This is your dowry, there is no reason to want it back."

Wanu La's eyes were red, she gritted her teeth for a long time, and suddenly lost her battle: "Jing Ming...you haven't laughed for a long time."

Lan Jingming was stunned.

"Maybe." After a while, Lan Jingming rubbed his side cheeks and stretched half of his face, "Why don't I give it a try?"

He tried to move the corners of his lips to reveal a slight smile, but the smile was as stiff as a river frozen in ice and snow.

"Jingming, I really hope you'll be happier," Vanura sobbed in a low voice, "I really hope you can laugh like a child..."

Why...

That doesn't make sense.

Lan Jingming clenched his fists and pressed his teeth against his tongue.

Happy or unhappy, what does it matter.

If he could die under Ah Jing's knife, it would be happy enough for him.

Wanura was exhausted, and Lan Jingming didn't want to disturb her rest. After staying for a while, she got up and went out, got on her horse and patrolled outside the tent, the cool wind gushed past, and her broken hair flew around, flapping on her face.

Lan Jingming flicked his horsewhip and galloped through the forest, his body floating in the air, his chest filled with moisture.

Haven't you been happy?

No, he had a good time.

Although he didn't want to admit it, when he faced Ah Jing with a sword and smelled blood in his nose... he was happy.

"Alas--"

Lan Jingming tightened the reins, and the steed's front hoofs were raised high. He stood on the cliff, with the cold wind blowing under his feet. As far as he could see, there was a full moon, like a jade plate embedded between the sky and the earth.

Lan Jingming raised his arm and grasped the disc vaguely, the moonlight poured in like water and formed a pool in the palm of his hand.

He held the palm of his hand and crushed the moonlight into slag.

In the middle of the night, Landao really brought the elite soldiers, and he flirted with Lan Jingming and winked, "I heard that you were so frightened that you even used diapers?"

A few years later, Landau really grew tall and burly, but his temperament did not change much. The little turtle engraved on his neck melted into the bottom of his skin, and the remaining half of the turtle shell was a bit funny to watch.

"I'm fine," Lan Jingming said calmly, "If you go over, I'm afraid the sword hasn't been drawn, and you'll be so frightened that you'll cry."

The people next to him were silent, and Landao was so angry that he became a puffer fish: "I want to meet that kid, to see how capable he is! Come with me, brothers!"

Without even taking a sip of the kumiss, Landaozhen walked away with his elite soldiers. Ya Gezhen stepped forward hesitantly, and said cautiously: "Gele, why don't we follow?"

"Let's go later," Lan Jingming said, "If you don't kill Landao's true nature, he will become a burden sooner or later."

Lan Jingming's elite soldiers stayed at the same place overnight, and set off with Lan Jingming after eating and drinking, and went straight to the battlefield. They surrounded from behind and attacked from the weak point behind, catching Chen Jing by surprise, Chen Jing Unexpectedly, this ghost-faced Shura just ran away bluffingly, and would come back later. Flames ignited in his chest, and a sword danced vigorously, without losing the wind at all. It was not until the reinforcements from Daliang arrived that Lan Jingming withdrew his horse and returned the sword, charging Go out of the siege and into the forest.

There was blood left in Chen Jing's mouth, he didn't ask anyone to chase him any more, he fought a few vicious battles in one night, his body was exhausted, his blood was boiling hot, he just felt that he was meeting his opponent, which made him really excited.

Landau really withdrew early. Although he wasn't scared to death, his body was covered with scars, and he almost had half of his ear cut off. That General Liang went up to the bar face to face, his strength was like a mud dragon entering the sea, and suddenly disappeared, that General Liang didn't seem to know how tired he was, no matter how many times he swung his sword, his strength was the same as before, if he hadn't run early... ···I am afraid that my life will be confessed there.

With this in mind, he patted his horse forward and said viciously to Lan Jingming, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Lan Jingming didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, and he didn't feel ashamed at all: "I don't dare, but I have admired little Gele for a long time, and I want to see the heroic appearance of little Gele with my own eyes."

Less than a year after Lan Jingming was promoted to Gele, Landaozhen was also promoted to Gele, but the two had always been at odds with each other, and Lan Jingming still called each other Little Gele, which hadn't changed for so many years.

Landao really heard the yin and yang teasing, and wanted to move forward with a punch. When he got closer and saw that Lan Jingming was covered in paint, he refused to swing the fist, turned around and walked away angrily.

Lan Jingming smacked his lips, suddenly wanting to drink.

I want strong wine to rush in, drown my internal organs, and make me dizzy with my thoughts.

He didn't have a wine bag on him, so he had to stick out half of his body, groped around Ya Gezhen's waist, took out a wine bag, unscrewed it and poured it on his face.

Ya Ge was really in a hurry to snatch it: "No, Gele, you must not drink any more! All the wounds on your body are not healed..."

Lan Jingming was unmoved, bit off the wine cork in one gulp, raised his head and drank to his heart's content.

It's been a long time since I've had such fun.

He drank heavily and ate meat. If Ah Jing gnawed on the pig's trotters while fighting him, he would throw away his long sword and grab the pig's trotters first.

Most of the wine bag was poured into his lungs, Lan Jingming's eyes were dazed, he bent down and pinched his brows: "Yagezhen, my head hurts, honey..."

There was an extra honey cup in his hand, Lan Jingming raised his head to drink it, and looked down at the person drunkenly: "There's more... hiccup!"

Lao Tuzhen came to him at some unknown time, holding a few candied fruit in his hand.

Lan Jingming was half sober at the moment, and hid the wine bag behind his back: "I didn't drink it, I just took a sip, a sip..."

Lao Tu didn't change his face, he looked up at people by himself.

Lan Jingming scratched his chin, rolled his eyes a few times: "Old Tuzhen...do you have something to tell me?"