Suo Jinling

Chen Jing untied the chain and threw it on the ground.

Lan Jingming was trapped in the quilt, the corners of his cheeks and eyes were red, and a green green stone was embedded in each of the left and right earlobes. The small stones were transparent and moist, and had the unique warmth of warm jade to the touch. There were a few drops of fresh blood under the earlobe Bead, Chen Jing stretched out his hand, and gently wiped it off.

As if aware of someone beside him, Lan Jingming turned his head, rubbed slowly twice, his forehead brushed against Chen Jing's wrist, and stopped there without moving.

There was a broken sound outside, as if something had been knocked down, Chen Jing withdrew his arm, went out and pushed open the door, Hongshi held a long whip in both hands, and knelt on his knees outside waiting, the heavy snow fell down one after another, The back was covered with a thick blanket, and the weight bent the back.

The cold wind blew past, and his clothes were flying in all directions. Hongshi had been kneeling for some time, the snow on his knees melted into ice shells, his legs were shaking, and it was obvious that he would not be able to kneel anymore.

"Hongshi's supervision is not good enough, and he owes the general's great trust." Hongshi bowed and bowed, his forehead hit the snow, "I hope the general will come down."

The retainers all around looked sideways and exchanged glances. For a while, no one dared to step forward. The wind blew the wooden door and swayed, and the heat wave overflowed. Chen Jing drew his sword out of its sheath, and the edge of the blade overflowed with cold light, reflecting the white snow, and stopped at Hongshi's neck.

The next moment, the tip of the sword flipped over and retracted the scabbard. Chen Jing raised the scabbard, raised and lowered it three times, and slammed it on Hongshi's shoulder: "Go down, go and call Hongye back, let him come here to see me."

Hongshi's lips trembled, his voice was drowned out by the wind and snow, and he could hardly hear clearly: "This subordinate listens to the order, so I will go and call Hongye back."

Chen Jing went to lead the horse by himself, raised his whip and went into the forest. After a while, Hong Ye patted the horse and followed behind. When they came back, they all knelt down and begged the general to apologise, saying that the man named Landao really captured Jiutu Sanku, and after throwing them away, he disappeared.

The cliff was covered with white snow, and there were traces of digging with fingers on the stones. A few drops of residual blood fell on the snow, vaguely smeared.

There is still an abyss under the feet, like a beast opening its huge mouth, waiting for the person who has lost his footing to fall, trying to devour the prey.

Flags fluttered in the distance, dark clouds rolled in, and gunpowder smoke wrapped in huge waves, steaming from the bottom of the valley.

"Hongye."

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Chen Jing was blown by the cold wind, and his armor was soaked in ice and snow, exuding a sense of coldness.

"The last general is here," Hong Ye cupped his fists to listen, "What orders does the general have?"

"Give me an order to spread the news, and it must be sent to Beiyi's tent," Chen Jing said, "At noon tomorrow outside Lingzhou City, Ruolanchi Aguda refused to come out, so he sacrificed the head of Shura with a ghost face as a reward to our army General."

"Yes," Hong Ye knelt down on one knee, "I would like to follow the general's order, and the latter will do it."

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The wind was loud outside the tent, the blood in the tent was condensed, the animal bones were burning in the charcoal basin, most of the bull's and sheep's heads were burned, thick smoke billowed out, covering the two people in the tent.

"The Liang people are using a mind-boggling technique to deliberately lure Father Khan to come out. Father Khan must not be fooled, so he did what they wanted!"

Landurfu knelt on the ground, at Lanchi Aguda's feet, bowed his head and raised his voice angrily: "Tomorrow I will lead the attack and kill them all!"

Lanchi Aguda leaned down, his big palm was like a mountain, pressing on the top of Landuer's hair: "My son knows the general situation, and I am very pleased, but Lan Jingming used to be your tent, if that Huangkou My son forced you with Lan Jingming, what should you do?"

Landur was covered by his father Khan's big hand, and felt pain in his knees, as if he was pressing on a sharp rock: "Father Khan, don't worry, although the child is dull and reckless, he can still distinguish the priorities. There are many tribes under Beiyi, and if there is no father If Khan sits in the town, there will be no leader among the dragons, and they will be defeated one by one by the Liang people. Tomorrow's battle will be crucial, and my ministers are willing to be eagles and dogs, and stand on the saddle for father Khan until death."

"My son is brave, Ben Khan really saw you right," Lanchi Aguda said with a smile, "If one day, Ben Khan's soul returns to the sky, you will be the lord of the grassland and lead all tribes."

Landur was proud of the spring breeze, and Lan Xinhong was full of sadness, just because the righteous brother Landao really messed up in the tent, overturned the fruit plate, knocked over the kumiss, and threw the cloth towel everywhere. Rolling back and forth, the charcoal basin clanged loudly, and he raised his voice and roared endlessly: "Brother, I will come back this time, and I will rely on Lan Jingming to save me! If I leave him there with revenge, how will I stand in the future! Brother, brother , I have to save him back! Help me, I have to save him back!"

Lan Xinhong let out a long sigh, couldn't help but kicked Lan Daozhen to the corner of the tent: "If you howl a few more times, not only will your life be lost, but I will also be buried with you."

Landozhen clutched his red and swollen back, his eyes were red twice, he climbed up and hugged Lan Xinhong's calf: "Brother, brother, I heard that tomorrow the army will pull out their tents and camp at the foot of Lingzhou city. People are panicking, cattle and sheep are neighing endlessly. Lan Jingming has made a lot of military exploits, and everyone has seen them, not me alone! If we don't save him, how can we not be chilling?"

"My brother is right." Lan Xinhong bent down and patted his shoulder. "Brother Wei must find a way to help you."

"Really?"

Landau really stood up on his knees, his eyes were burning brightly, the next moment his neck was in severe pain and his eyes turned black, he swung his arms left and right, and flipped a plate of milk balls as he fell, the round milk balls rolled and stopped at Lan Xinhong's feet side.

Lan Xinhong lowered his eyelashes and stared at the milk ball quietly. After a while, he raised his toes and rolled it down a few times. The milk ball melted into pieces and turned into juice mottled in the grass.

There was no one outside the tent, except for the sound of the wind, after a long time the curtain was lifted, and a slim figure came in lightly, standing behind Lan Xinhong, rubbing his ear bones.

Lan Xinhong grabbed the beauty's wrist and put it between his lips to peck a kiss. A faint fragrance wafted to soothe his restless thoughts.

"My foster brother is still so reckless," the beauty said softly, "Tomorrow someone else will lead the army, so Gullermo will act rashly."

Lan Xinhong took both of the beauty's arms and wrapped them around his neck: "This kid has all the strength in his body, and he has an elm head since he was a child! If Lan Jingming's blood spattered three feet outside the city of Lingzhou, he would be considered worthy of death. But... "..."

"Just what?"

"This kid has a good saying," Lan Xinhong sighed, his voice stuck in his throat, like a wisp of smoke, drifting from the tent, "Lan Jingming went through fire and water for the grassland and made great contributions. Today he was taken into captivity. If I leave, I will use his sacrificial knife, and if I am taken away tomorrow, I will use my sacrificial knife. As long as, as long as father sweat..."

"As long as Khan is still around, Gele will be a lamb under the knife," the beauty pressed against Lan Xinhong's ear, exhaling softly, like a snake spit out a long message, dripping poisonous juice, "I'll let you die!" If you want to die, you can only live if you let you live."