Suo Jinling

Hong Ye went to do things according to the order, Chen Jing went into the camp to inspect the three armies, deduced the sand table, discussed with the lieutenant general, left the lieutenant here to organize the army, he went back to the mansion by himself, approached the bedroom, and saw the retainers and maidservants carrying wooden barrels, holding them When they saw Chen Jing approaching, they hurriedly put down their things and saluted respectfully: "I will wait here according to the general's order. When the man inside wakes up, I will wait for him to bathe and clean himself."

The water in the wooden barrel was still warm, and there were ginger, Baizhi and other things in it, overflowing with thick white mist, Chen Jing stretched out his hand and stirred the water a few times: "Go down."

"Yes."

The retainers and maidservants bowed their heads to listen to the order, and left in groups of three or five. After a while, there was no one around, and Chen Jing carried the bucket into the room with both arms.

His mouth was dry and his heart was so weak that if he was punched by someone, he would collapse. He had already chewed all the tobacco leaves on his body. After searching for a long time, he found a bunch of sandalwood from the wooden box and lit them one by one. Insert | in the furnace.

Lan Jingming was still asleep, his cheeks were icy cold, and his lips were chapped and white. Chen Jing stripped off his clothes, rubbed his hands and feet to get hot, hugged his half body and wrapped his legs, and put him into the bathtub.

Chen Jing stirred up the water waves, and the water swirled like a vortex, floating up between his arms. He wrung out the towel, brushed off Lan Jingming's forehead hair, and wiped off the cold sweat. The stone swayed at the bottom of the earlobe, emitting a faint light and shadow.

Chen Jing picked up the hot towel and wiped it from Lan Jingming's lips, the pale lips were fumigated by the heat, turning a thin red.

He clenched his fists unconsciously, and the cloth towel was wrung until it was completely dry, dripping with water vapor.

From the moment he was born in the General's Mansion, he was tied to the fate of his family and could not live willfully.

From the moment he put on his clothes and set foot on the battlefield, he was no longer a child who went up the mountain to catch birds and went down the river to fish for fish. He wanted to fight for the beams and seek the well-being of the people. Many young soldiers left home without any meritorious service on the battlefield. There are no bones left, and the remaining people are full of grief and anger. The accumulated resentment has nowhere to vent. Only by setting up a target can it be released.

Chen Jing admired Lan Jingming's strength and admired Lan Jingming's loyalty. If the two were born in the same camp, they would cherish each other and become close friends, and jointly resist foreign enemies.

It's a pity that good fortune tricks people, if the heart of compassion is moved because of selfishness, those soldiers who followed him through life and death, and depended on his life...their trust and sacrifice will all be disappointed.

With a movement of Chen Jing's palm, Lan Jingming tightened his arms inward. Lan Jingming gasped|sufficient, opened his eyelids and coughed loudly, raised his arms subconsciously, and grabbed Chen Jing's palm.

There was the sound of water swaying and surging, and the heat wave was surging. Lan Jingming squeezed his fingers together, as if holding a piece of ice.

Ah Jing's body has always been hot, even in the icy and snowy world, she has never been this cold.

The cold wind blows outside the window, the fallen leaves rustle, the ripples in the water swirl, and the reflected face is fragmented, making it difficult to see clearly.

No one breathed in the room, only the upper and lower arms, and the cloth towel rubbed against the skin, forcing out trembling.

"What I said before... still counts," Chen Jing picked up Lan Jingming's forearm, and the cloth towel slid from top to bottom, from the shoulder to the waist, paused in the abdomen for a moment, and slid it to the ear again , "As long as you are willing to be an enemy of Lanchi Aguda, I will help you mount a horse and send you to be the Khan of the Northern Yi to lead the surrounding tribes."

The magic sound around the neck pierced the ears, and the hot air was blowing like water waves, shaking people's hearts and making their chests itch.

Lan Jingming let Chen Jing brush away his wet hair, move his earlobes, raise his wrists and thighs, and smear every inch of his skin. Their cheeks touched each other, their breaths intertwined, their reflections melted in the water, their tongues and lips grinded against each other, and their teeth bit each other , like two desperate wolf cubs, wanting to tear each other to pieces and devour them piece by piece.

The water wave was swaying and undulating, the two separated panting, blood flowed from the corner of the bitten lip, Lan Jingming rolled up the tip of his tongue, and tasted the sweet smell.

Chen Jing didn't get up, but moved forward half an inch. Lan Jingming took advantage of the momentum and leaned back, leaning his forehead down, and resting on Chen Jing's shoulder.

Lan Jingming blinked his eyelashes and stared quietly at the other party.

This is the first time he has looked at Ah Jing seriously. Ah Jing has really grown up too much, and he is a man in his own right, not that silly and silly young man.

The years pass by like a fleeting moment, and when it passes, it will pass, and it will never come back.

Chen Jing stretched out his fingers, wrapped around Lan Jingming's jaw, and rubbed his fingers upwards, touching the tender flesh on the light red scar.

Lan Jingming shivered and shivered, the end of his eyes overflowed with thin red, Chen Jing stared at these eyes, almost drowning in them.

Lan Jingming's murderous aura faded away, he was no longer that ghost-faced Shura with great achievements in battle, but like a clean child, exuding innocent and cruel determination.

"Give me some dignity." Lan Jingming grabbed the back of Chen Jing's hand and held it tightly, "Let me die a worthy death."

No one breathed in the room, the water in the bucket gradually became colder, and the heat wave that entangled him to death faded away, leaving only the pool full of frost.

"Okay, I've done it for you."

Chen Jing withdrew his arm, turned around and walked towards the door, his tall body bent down like an old man on the verge of death, buried in the ruins.

Silent all night.

Just after Mao o'clock the next day, Lan Jingming was tied up in chains and put in a prison wagon after eating good wine and good food.

I don't know if it was under Chen Jing's order. The outside of the prison car was wrapped with heavy cloth curtains, and there were a few charcoal basins inside. A raging fire was lit. The outside was windy and frosty, but the inside of the prison car was warm as spring. In a group, I don't know how long they were shaking in the car, the footsteps around stopped, the curtain was lifted by someone, and the cold wind rushed in, blowing out several pots of charcoal fire.

The mountains outside the city of Lingzhou are rugged, and the soldiers of the northern barbarians are scattered in the dense forest. Gunpowder smoke billows in, and horseshoes step on the remaining snow, setting off turbulent waves.

Chen Jing was wrapped in armor, sitting on the city wall, his body was as motionless as a bell, like a wax figure made of wind and snow, cold and unlike ordinary people.

"Hang it up," Chen Jing said, "hang it on the top of the wall."

Just after the time passed, Lan Jingming was tied up and hung outside the city wall.

There were weeds swaying with the wind under his feet, and not far away were soldiers of the Northern Yi who were ready to go. Lan Jingming's neck was drooping, his wrists were red and purple, and he was hanging in mid-air, precariously swinging.

The snow fell silently, the corners of the eyebrows and eyes were wet, the ends of the hair were covered with thick snow, and the neck was cold.

The fine snow melted into silver frost, which vaguely melted between the eyebrows, and the eyelashes were frozen by ice, and fell heavily.

There was no sound in the wilderness, and even the neighing of the war horses could not be heard clearly. Lan Jingming's wrists were heavy, and he gradually lost consciousness in both arms, and he didn't know when they would be torn off.

Will Father Khan come to rescue him?

He didn't want his father Khan to risk his life to save him, he could persuade himself to go through fire and water for Beiyi, but if his father Khan didn't care about him...

Lan Jingming gritted his teeth, unwilling to think about it any further.

Ah Jing said that he was a hungry dog ​​on the side of the road, who would shake his head and tail if given a bone, but his father followed suit.

······Are these true?

not true.

not true.

not true.

Not really.

Standing on the city wall, Chen Jing's majestic voice pierced through the sky and overflowed from the forest: "Lan Chi Aguda heard clearly! You claim to be a hero, but you are really different from the rats! The sons and daughters are fighting for you, you only dare to hide!" In the tent, with the turtles! Ghost-faced Shura recovered many tribes for you, and his life is at stake right now, you turn a blind eye to this, how can you not chill the hearts of the three armies?!"

The steed neighed in a low voice, and there was some movement in the forest. The Randuer man was in the tent, his seven orifices were filled with smoke, his fists were clenched and his eyes were cracked, panting: "This yellow-mouthed boy is too deceitful. He has broken our morale and shaken the morale of the army. How can he be so presumptuous! Please! Father Khan allows me to attack!"

"It's not yet noon, my son needs to be calm and don't be impatient, don't fall into the trap of the yellow-mouthed child," Lan Chi Aguda's veins bulged, and his neck swelled to red, "If you really want to take Lan Jingming's head, you can do it with one knife." , why such a bluff?"

Chen Jing was full of vigor, laughing and cursing, citing and provoking endlessly, the whispers in the forest became louder and louder, all the people in the tent did not sleep the night before, they trekked over mountains and ridges, and now they are standing in thin clothes in the snow, morning When the back of the foot hurts, the coolness goes straight to the bone crevice, and then hearing these persuasive words, how can I not be shaken.

Lan Jingming remained silent, his wrists were bruised and turned black, his neck was drooping, a long sword came from his jaw, and the back of the sword was lifted upwards, causing Lan Jingming's neck to be lifted high, and blood gushed out from under his neck, making him pale and wet clavicle.

As long as this sword falls, his head will be in a different place, and there will be no bones left when he falls, even the god Da Luo can't save him.

Near noon, the rope fell downwards, barely stopping in mid-air, like a duckweed, rolling and dancing with the wind and snow.

thump.

dong dong.

dong dong.

The situation suddenly changed, the wind was loud in the air, Lan Jingming's chest trembled, his throat tightened, and something thumping jumped up, tearing his skin like a live fish.He couldn't breathe, he tried to open his eyes wide, and a few black gold arrow bones shot at him, the arrows tore through the sky, roaring wildly, approaching with chills, Chen Jing shouted angrily, slipped the long rope down half of his body, With a few swings of the sword, the arrow bones were thrown off one after another.

The tip of the black-golden arrow bone was heavy, and the arrow head was very poisonous, some of them came straight to the knot, and the others formed a killing array, and came towards Lan Jingming's face.

This is not to save people at all, but to take Lan Jingming's life.

There was a loud drum in the forest, and the cavalry swarmed out of the forest, heading straight for the city, and the overwhelming black gold arrow bones flew in the sky, like a giant net of steel and iron bones, weaving into thorns all over the sky, Lan Jingming couldn't hear it , the ringing in his chest was getting louder and louder, his ears were covered by howling, his mind was full of blankness, scenes of the past passed by like smoke and dust, his father, who had vowed to save him, twisted, his face turned into cracked bark , crumpled into a ball.

Exclamation continued from above the city wall, Chen Jing slid into the air along the rope, turned around and threw off a few feathered arrows, hugged Lan Jingming to his chest, and flew up with him.

Arrows kept ringing from behind, and several of them could not be avoided. They slid past the ear bones on his back. Chen Jing snorted, hugged Lan Jingming even tighter, climbed up the city wall in three steps at a time, and handed the man in his arms to Hong Ye. Going up, hissing and hoarse roaring: "Call the doctor!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Jing raised his arms and slid down the city wall. Many soldiers followed and rushed into the battlefield.

Hong Ye asked someone to bring the quilt to spread, removed the chains and put him on the ground. As soon as Lan Jingming landed, he curled himself into a ball, clutching the fabric on his chest with his fingers, and clenched his skin with his blackened wrist, almost tearing off the flesh Come, Hong Ye burned all inside, and roared for the doctor to come over. Several doctors scrambled forward to help Lan Jingming smooth his tendons, smooth his hands and feet, and pull away his convulsed fingers.

Lan Jingming's neck was stiff, creaking when he moved, his blood and muscles were entangled, and he blocked his breathing randomly. Many past events passed by like a lantern, and his frozen body warmed up. His limbs and bones were filled with hot blood, and the warmth rushed to his fingertips.His eyes were red and white, and he bent down in a trance, grabbing the fur in front of him.

When did Xiaobai come?

During the action, the bell rang lightly, the ankle bone was wrapped in broken bells, and the ding dong rang endlessly.

He patted Xiaobai's back and made Xiaobai walk forward. The thick snow melted with his steps, turning into green grass in spring, and flowers bloomed under his feet every step of the way.

"Thank you Bodhisattva for saving my life. The great kindness and great virtue will never be forgotten. Ah Jing, the son of a farmer in Yongkang City, if it is useful to go to my place, I will go through fire and water."

"I am not a Bodhisattva."

The doctors knelt in twos and threes, knocking their heads loudly: "The little old man is incompetent! The little old man is incompetent! This person has no way of recovering from the past. It's better to deal with the funeral as soon as possible..."

"Get out! Get out! Get out of here!"

Hongye stepped forward and kicked all the doctors away. He held his breath, and slowly knelt down. He moved his fingers forward and touched Lan Jingming's neck veins.

The stagnant water there is like stagnant water, and the blood flow has stagnated, and there is still half a wave of fluctuation.

Lan Jingming lay quietly, bent the back of his hands against his chest, maintained a stiff posture with his neck twisted, and looked in Chen Jing's direction.

The world was spinning before Hongye's eyes, and he stood there in a daze, raising his hand to wipe his forehead, not knowing how to explain to the general.

There was a battle outside the city of Jingzhou, Chen Jing's body was covered with blood, and he swung his spear in his hand to sweep towards Landuer's face.

Randuer hurriedly blocked, but his strength was exhausted, and he was forced to take a few steps back by the evil spirit, barely holding his ground.

He didn't know the origin of the yellow-mouthed kid in front of him, his vigor was surging like waves, just like that Shura who crawled out of the underworld, taking pleasure in bloodthirsty killing, he didn't know what the pain was.

Chen Jing swung his gun from a distance, and rushed towards Landur. His chest trembled just now, and the sting pain hit his face. This feeling was so strange that he didn't want to fight. Duer faced the door, Randuer moved left and right, and was poked out several blood holes, and the stench gushed out from the wound. Randuer's eyes turned black and he was exhausted. He didn't dare to fight desperately, so he patted his horse and retreated. Chen Jing He didn't pursue, but let the deputy general clean up the remnant soldiers, he patted his horse and went back to the city, the tremor in his chest was even worse, the long whip was thrown on the horse's back, and it made an ear-piercing sound.

The wind and snow fell more and more heavily, forming a thick blanket on the shoulders and backs. The snow mist confused the eyes, and the corners of the eyes were stung in excruciating pain.

The forest trembled, countless birds spread their wings and flew high, panicked and rushed to the sky. The howling of wolves gushed out from the depths of the dense forest. The sound was full of sorrow, like a she-wolf crying blood after losing her baby.

The horse was panic-stricken and stamped its hooves endlessly. Chen Jing tightened the reins and stood in the snow suddenly.

The messy ball of thread in his mind split into two bundles, and he tried to raise his hand to grab it, but the silk thread swam away from his fingers like a fish wagging its tail.

There was silence on the city wall, and the steps were covered with snow. Chen Jing stepped forward step by step. The spear in his hand was as heavy as a thousand weights, and the sword behind his back was as stiff as a stone. He walked to the top of the tower. Climbing to the corner, his forehead was trembling, not daring to look up.

Lan Jingming was trapped in the quilt, his wrist was bruised and congealed, he tilted his head to look outside, the sparkle in his eyes disappeared, leaving only scum all over the floor, unable to return to his original appearance.

Chen Jing knelt down on one knee, untied his spear and sword, and rubbed his palms until they were hot.

Accompanied by howling wolves in the forest, he closed Lan Jingming's eyes, hugged her in his arms, bent his back into a long bow, almost collapsed into ashes: "... just give it a good burial."