Immortals come on the moon

After Wei Jingzhi came out, the morale of the soldiers was high, and many asked Wei Jingzhi about returning to Beijing.Wei Jingzhi was very patient, answered them one by one, watched the performance on the spot for a while, and only returned to the account late at night.

"Thirteen, didn't you always want to go back to Beijing, kid? Now that you're going back, why are you being honest?"

"Did you do something bad without telling us?" The soldier next to Song Minhuan put his arm on him and threatened him, "Be honest, what did you do when you ran out just now?"

"Run away without saying a word, what's your boy not telling us? You've been sneaking around all day long."

The soldiers in one camp had a good relationship, and Song Minhuan could see that these soldiers were worried about him, and he smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I'm a little uncomfortable coming home suddenly."

"I don't know what to do when I go back."

Another soldier gave him a shudder, and said with a sneer, "You think a lot every day, kid. What can you do when you go back? You still have to train every day. If you work hard, if you are lucky, you will be promoted to battalion commander. If you can teach the prince and princess to practice martial arts, don't forget about us when you get promoted."

The soldiers in the surrounding circle laughed. Their battalion commander was surnamed Li, and he was not very old. Hearing this, he also laughed, "Then Thirteen must defeat me first."

"It's a good thing to be ambitious. Start today. How about it? I'll show you the beacon tower at night."

Song Minhuan heard that these soldiers were making fun of him, it seemed that because he was the youngest in the barracks, these soldiers often teased him.

"Is it my turn? It doesn't seem to be my turn today."

Song Minhuan still wanted to struggle. He wanted to sneak out at night to find Yin Jing's whereabouts. If he was asked to see the beacon tower, although he hadn't seen it, he guessed that he might not be able to get away at night.

One of the soldiers took out the bamboo cloth on duty, pointed to the capitalized "Thirteen" on it, "It's really your turn today, okay, Thirteen, go to the table later."

"Stay well on the last day. When I go back, my brothers will treat you to a drink."

Finally, it was settled like this, Song Minhuan carefully looked at the bamboo cloth on duty again, it was written by the soldiers themselves with charcoal pens, it was indeed his turn.

The desert sand is like snow, and Yanshan is like a moon.

The sky seemed to be soaked in thick ink into the cloth, and it was dyed deep black, only the white light extending from the corners was approaching.

Song Minhuan was holding a long halberd in his hand, he was guarding the beacon tower motionless, another soldier on duty was right next to him, the two of them guarded the beacon tower together.

He could feel that Shen Yingxue was beside him, but there was someone beside him, so he didn't speak.I don't know how long it took, the night was as dark as water, and I could hear the grunting of soldiers in the camp, the sound of burning matches, the footsteps of patrolling soldiers and the muffled sound of iron armor rubbing against each other.

Then he heard whispered conversations not far away, and one of the camp tents was opened.

Song Minhuan looked over, his five senses were sharp, and he still saw two figures in the night.

One of them was Wei Jingzhi, the other was dressed in white, his black hair was scattered like a waterfall by his side, and he was holding a Guqin in his hand.

Song Minhuan quietly clenched the halberd, staring straight at the man holding the zither, his heart was beating non-stop, and there was an answer in his heart that was about to come out.

That luthier is Yin Jing!You can't go wrong!

It seemed that his eyes were too hot, Yin Jing turned around as if aware of it, the eyes of the two collided in mid-air, Yin Jing smiled slightly.

Then he saw Yin Jing's fingertips touching the piano, and the melodious and sad melody was heard, echoing in the barracks.

Under the moonlight in the desert, Yin Jing plucked the piano slowly. The sound of the piano was sometimes cheerful and sometimes dull, and the overall sound was very depressing. It seemed that the sound of the piano was slowly soothing the sad soul, and the hearts of those who listened were trembling.

At the end of the song, he saw the wetness of Wei Jingzhi hitting the ground from his chin, followed by the two figures disappearing and hiding in the depths of the yellow sand.

It was a tear from the general.

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Around five o'clock, the soldiers all got up to pack their things and set off. Taking advantage of the crowd, Song Minhuan secretly said to one side: "Master, are you there?"

Song Minhuan felt the back of his hand being touched lightly.

"Is that luthier last night Yin Jing?"

Shen Yingxue tapped on the back of his hand.

This meant agreement, and then Shen Yingxue whispered in his ear: "You have encountered the most troublesome result now, Yin Jing has developed an obsession, if you don't help him complete his obsession, he will not transform."

Yin Jing's obsession... Song Mihuan guessed that it should have something to do with Wei Jingzhi.

Song Minhuan rubbed her ears, wondering how Zhuang Li and Meng Qi are doing now.

Said to be puppet bodies, in fact, when they entered this world, they became their own appearance.

Shen Yingxue saw that the ears of the young man next to him were red again, he just moved a little closer... so sensitive that he took an extra look.

"Thirteen, you don't want your stuff anymore? Hurry up and take your rags away."

Song Minhuan heard the words and went to the soldier who spoke, there was a cloth bag on the ground, the camp tent had been pulled up and put away, the surroundings were bare, only a few mattresses remained.

"Hurry up and put it away, it's only a fool who leaks money, and you dare to put it under the bed."

Inside the cloth bag were some banknotes and simple jewelry, as well as some blank envelopes.

Song Minhuan didn't know if it belonged to him, but when he saw a crooked Thirteen in the bag, he was sure it belonged to him.

"I forgot to pack it," Song Minhuan put away the things, picked out a bag with a similar price and stuffed it into the hand of the soldier who called him.

"Brother, put it away, go back and buy me a drink, don't waste money."

"Stinky boy, whoever wants your things, keep it and go back to honor your wife."

A group of them were poor and poor and packed up their things. At Maoshi, the army started to set off, all the way south, and began to return to Beijing.

It was a long journey back to Beijing, and it took a whole month.It was a sunny day when they arrived in Jingzhou. The people in the city opened the city gate early when they heard that the border guards had returned, and they were greeted with cheers.

Many girls on the side of the road threw flowers at them, and the flower branches stained with morning mist and dew fell on them, and the girls laughed together.

From outside the city to the palace, all civil and military officials were there outside the Zhaoyang Hall. At the head of all the civil and military officials stood a young man with a noble appearance and a seven-clawed golden dragon tattooed on his cuffs. His appearance was upright and gentle.

"I have seen His Highness the Crown Prince, and Your Highness specially greeted you from a distance. Your Highness is a thousand years old."

When Wei Jingzhi knelt down like this, they all knelt down to salute.

Li Yun smiled, and said softly: "Excuse me, it's Li Bei's good fortune to have you at the border."

When returning to the city earlier, Song Minhuan changed to the front seat. Although there were nearly a hundred people separated, the seat was relatively good.

He looked at the legendary prince, and he could see that the prince looked at Wei Jingzhi with affection. This affection was too obvious, and many people might be aware of it.

It's just that I don't know if this affection is true or not... If it is false, then this prince must not be underestimated, he is really good at disguising.

Next came some rewards, and Song Minhuan heard his name.

"Song Thirteen, kill five enemies on the battlefield, and reward ten pieces of silver cloth and ten gold beads."

After they received their rewards, they were arranged into the barracks of the army. They trained as usual in the barracks, and each of them could rest and bathe for three days a month.

Song Minhuan went to get the silver cloth and gold beads, he couldn't stay in the barracks all the time, he had to find a way to enter Wei Jing's mansion.

Thinking this way on the way, I heard new news when I got back. They were transferred from the battalion to be the guards of the Wei Mansion, and they will go to the General's Mansion to be on duty in the future.

He was very happy when he got the news, including the soldiers in his battalion. The lieutenant general who came to deliver the message gave them a meaningful look, and finally said nothing.

"We follow the general, so we don't have to worry about it in the future. We must perform well in front of the general. It is best to stay with the general."

Song Minhuan and the others packed up and went to the General's Mansion together, and entered the guard yard of the General's Mansion.

The General's Mansion is located in Nanyuan, Jingzhou. Wei Jingzhi's parents were convicted and imprisoned before, but now there is only one person in the mansion, Wei Jing, and some scattered servants.

After Wei Jing hadn't returned to the mansion for a long time, the general's mansion looked a bit deserted, with two big characters "Wei Mansion" written on the dark black plaque, with guarding attendants on both sides, the mansion was unusually quiet, as if shrouded in a layer of death.

The butler of the mansion came to welcome them, and led them into the mansion with no extra expressions on their faces.

"Everyone will live here from now on. The general misses the old days. After returning to the mansion, the mood will not be as usual. Sometimes you hear or see something, and please keep your mouth shut. This is the only rule in the mansion."

As for the consequences of not obeying the rules, the housekeeper took a look at them.

That face was very white, as if it had been pasted with paper man's mud, and it seemed that if you shake it hard, a layer of white ash will come out. The two pupils are deep and black, and it makes people feel creepy when looking at people. panic.

The housekeeper gave them such a look, and they instantly understood the meaning of the warning.

Song Minhuan felt the chill behind him, and the red lanterns hanging on the corridor were blown up, making the whole mansion feel eerie.

He subconsciously leaned to the side, although he couldn't see Shen Yingxue, but being so close would make him feel much more at ease.

After the steward left, one of the soldiers rubbed his arms, "Why do you feel that there is something strange in this mansion? Do we want to know the general's secret...will he be decapitated?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Another soldier slapped him, "Stop thinking about it, we just need to keep the rules, and we don't have to worry about the rest."

"Pack up your things and start working tomorrow."

Song Minhuan followed them in, and the six of them lived in one room. They were very tired after walking for half a month, and this day was a rest time.

At night, after the other soldiers fell asleep, Song Minhuan sneaked out of the room, and he cast a spell to hide himself.

Going out of the yard, I met two maids on the road. The maids didn't look weird during the day, but at night, they looked very scary at first glance.

Their faces looked pale, and when illuminated by the red light, they looked like dead faces.The walking posture is weird, and the limbs are very stiff, like a lifeless corpse struggling to stay alive.

Song Minhuan was taken aback. He saw dense red threads on the neck of one of the maids... A strange guess came to mind, whether the heads of these maids were sewn onto their bodies.

When he was so nervous, the black boot kicked a stone aside, making a slight movement in the night.

The two maids stopped, turned their heads a full 180 degrees, and looked at his position.