Basheng Ganzhou

Chuxiu disguised herself as a little girl, swaggered across the river while avoiding Wan Qicheng's interrogation.

After riding for half a month, we arrived at the foot of Mount Shu.

He unhooked the horse, patted the horse's neck, and said, "Go."

Then he walked up the mountain.

Shushan will not change, and places where no one visits will not change.

The miasma is still pervasive, and there are dangers everywhere. Seen from the bottom of the mountain, it looks like a giant beast, with its mouth wide open waiting for someone to break in and eat it alive.

The horse neighed behind him, followed him for two steps, was frightened by the roar of a tiger in the forest, and stood at the entrance of the forest tremblingly watching, after a while, turned and left.

It was early in the morning, the morning dew drenched the grass and trees on the mountain, and the birdsong sang clear and clear on the towering ancient trees, and the forest was filled with mist. When people walked in it, it was as if their clothes were soaked in water after only two steps. Answer, it is heavy, sticking to the calf, it is very uncomfortable.

But Chuxiu is very familiar with him. He hasn't been back to Shushan for a long time, and he looked at it carefully, and his nose felt a little sour.

He tucked his clothes around his waist and picked herbs along the way.

He suddenly remembered that the lamb in Wanqicheng's courtyard, which was fed poisonous weeds when he lost his memory, survived.

He took his own pulse, prescribed a prescription for himself, and planned to decoct medicine for himself and heal himself.

He has been away from home for more than three years, except for this troublesome illness, he brought back nothing, and he does not complain about anyone. He resisted the torture, did not say a word against that person, and did not make himself feel uneasy. Very good result.

The morning light gradually appeared, a hare jumped in front of Chuxiu, an arrow brushed by his feet, and the rabbit was nailed to the ground.

A tall hunter pointed an arrow at him and looked at him warily.

Chuxiu looked at him blankly, and after a while, the two laughed together.

Chuxiu smiled: "Erniu, why are you so tall?"

Er Niu ran over, gave him a big hug, and smiled brightly: "How is it, your hanging pot can save the world?"

The sun dispelled the mist in the mountains and forests, and scattered on the forest path. The little boy in the past grew up as he walked. He left for a short period of time, and when he came back again, he shook off the wind and moon, but his eyebrows and eyes were still full. , always like to joke.

The Wuhe Grassland once again sent troops to the Di tribe, and returned in a big defeat, losing two cities and a large piece of fertile land.

The man on Geleshan's throne suffered a serious illness. After waking up, he decided to go on the expedition himself, but was stopped by his ministers.

All the tribes in the grassland were in panic, waiting for the king to send a general to protect the country.

The general protecting the country leaned on the tall building, poured a cup of wine, looked down at the stars falling on the cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Wan Chengcheng asked Da'an: "When do you think he remembered it?"

Da'an stood aside and said respectfully: "Young master, don't make trouble that day."

Wan Chengcheng's voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself: "Why doesn't he make trouble?"

Da'an was not sure whether to answer this question, but the master became quiet after speaking, as if he was waiting for his answer, he said bravely: "Don't make trouble, it should be that the young master is sympathetic to the master."

Wan Qicheng laughed at himself, and said: "He doesn't want to get entangled with me, Chuxiu is the best at breaking up and leaving."

The imperial decree finally arrived at the mansion. Wan Qizheng drank the wine in his cup, stood on a tall building, overlooking the lights of thousands of families in Geleshan, and said: "I will fight for the Wuhe Grassland in the end. If I die in the battle, bury me in the At the foot of Mount Shu, if he is not dead, I will go and beg him."

The general has a great responsibility, he endured all injustices, and protected Wu He comprehensively without complaint or regret.But he was greedy and wanted to take responsibility for the young master, so he could only suffer and endure the pain.

Da'an didn't know what he was asking for, but the general's expression clearly showed his will to die.

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The news that the Di family was exterminated spread all over the world, and the court hall of the great man was full of uneasiness.

The three kingdoms of Di, Dahan, and Wuhe are bordering each other. When Wuhe wiped out the Di people, no one can guarantee whether they will use troops against Dahan.

If this is the beginning of Wuhe's ambition, then the big man will be involved in the war, and the people will be in dire straits.

The ministers were anxiously thinking about countermeasures, guessing Wuhe's motives, and wondering which general of the big man could rival Wan Qicheng.

Liu Yao didn't think so. When he was on a mission, he met the Nagelshan King, who was a very conservative and mediocre person. He didn't seem to have that ambitious character to expand the territory.

Moreover, this war was initiated by the Di tribe first, and it should be fought back. If the Di tribe is exterminated, at least it can keep Uhe peaceful and strong for a hundred years.

There was endless debate in the court, and another urgent report was sent to the palace, and the content inside made everyone quiet.

After a while, the emperor waved his hand and said, "Since Wan Qicheng is dead, let's all go back."

So all the ministers went back to their homes.

When Liu Yao came out of the palace, Qiuhu was very powerful, and he was sweating all over. An official from Honglu Temple was waiting outside. Seeing him coming out, he came over and said, "My lord, is Wan Qicheng really dead?"

He once went to Geleshan together with Liu Yao, and after seeing that man's demeanor, he sighed, "I always feel in my heart that such a person would not die so easily."

Liu Yao shook his fan violently, and prevaricated: "Who knows, maybe it's a Bodhisattva who lowers his eyebrows with one life."

Chuxiu tied up the extra geese in the yard and brought them to the market in batches to sell.

Only five fierce geese were left.

His house was not lost, but there were many things. When he opened the gate on the day he came back, the yard was full of big white geese.

Er Niu laughed and said: "People in the village are hungry, so they come to you to catch geese to eat, but they can't eat enough."

A big goose looked at Chuxiu, fluttered its wings and croaked, and then all the geese in the yard started calling, making Chuxiu's ears hurt from the noise.

He thought that for more than three years, a few geese would be eaten by people or run away by themselves, but he didn't expect them to reproduce here and "live endlessly".

The lifespan of ordinary geese is about 30 years, and some can even reach 50 years, laying more eggs. If he comes back ten or twenty years later, the mountain will be full of big white geese.

Er Niu squatted with him in the market to sell the last batch of geese, looked at his pale face, and said with a smile: "I always suspect that those geese in your yard have become smart. They are really bullying others. Dogs bully dogs, and even watch over the house. A wolf came down from the mountain earlier, and the dogs in the whole village didn’t dare to go up and bite it. It broke into your house by itself, half of its hair was pecked off, and it ran away with its tail between its legs.”

Chuxiu was speechless, because he agreed with Erniu that the goose is the spirit of the goose.

He used the money from selling geese to exchange some medicines in Shucheng, and it started to rain when he returned.

After the beginning of autumn, the weather was hot, and the rain brought some coolness, and it was very comfortable to fall on his body. He walked home slowly leaning against the slanting wind and drizzle.

He pushed open the courtyard door, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.

In the drizzle, someone was collecting a dustpan for drying medicine in his courtyard. Hearing the sound, the man turned around, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Master, you are back."

Chuxiu stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at him quietly, her eyes were clear, unable to see what was in her heart.

Wan Tengcheng felt uneasy, he looked into Chuxiu's eyes and said, "Ah Cheng is back."

Chuxiu finally had a reaction. He walked into the yard, walked past Wan Qizheng, unlocked the door, and entered the house.

In the middle, I didn't see Wan Qizheng, as if he didn't exist.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the mountains and forests are shrouded in the sound of salsa.

Wan Tengcheng stood in the courtyard, the rain quickly soaked the coarse cloth on his body, and then he knelt down facing the door of the house.

"Ah Cheng can do anything, and I will do everything a slave can do, and I will never leave my master's side for the rest of my life."

The former general kowtowed deeply in front of the door, and continued: "I beg the master to keep Ah Cheng, and I beg the master to love Ah Cheng."

The rain was getting heavier, and the man was lying on the ground dripping wet, without moving a bit, he was waiting for an answer.

It's night, everything is silent, only the sound of rain falling, Wan Qicheng pursed his lips and listened quietly to the movement inside the door.

He heard the sound of clinking utensils when Chuxiu boiled the medicine, heard the slight swallowing sound when he drank the medicine, heard Chuxiu walk to the side of the bed, and then sat down, he knew that Chuxiu was not asleep, and the two of them were separated by a mile and a distance silence.

When the candlelight appeared again in front of his eyes, he raised his head.

The young man inside the door held a candlestick, lowered his eyes, and looked at him, like a Bodhisattva lowering his eyebrows to cross him.

He hooked his lips and called him softly: "Chuxiu."

I heard that there is an auspicious fish in Dongting Lake recently. It is a very beautiful fish with red scales. Many people have seen it, and many literati wrote poems for it.

Liu Yao went boating on the lake, lying on the side of the boat and looking down, his neck was sore, but he didn't see half a fish.

He sat up, squeezed his own neck, and complained to the boy next to him: "Where did the fish come from? Even if there were, listening to the word they wrote, it sounds like a koi becoming a spirit..."

His words stopped suddenly, and he leaned over the side of the boat and looked forward.

A boat was parked ahead, and a handsome man was sitting by the side of the boat drinking wine.

In the early winter, he was keeping warm by a small red clay stove in the middle of the lake. A tall figure came out of the cabin and wrapped his cloak around him.

The man turned sideways slightly, Liu Yao saw his face clearly and was startled.

The handsome man saw him first, his eyes lit up, he stood up, and waved to him: "My lord, long time no see."

Liu Yao approached the boat, returned the salute, and said with a smile, "Sure enough, wherever there is excitement, there is you."

He glanced at Wan Qicheng and said, "This is?"

Chuxiu pulled him to sit down, bent her eyes and said, "He's a slave at home."

Liu Yao understood immediately, raised his eyebrows and said, "This slave is the only one you can use."

Chu Xiu chuckled lightly.

Parting from Liu Yao, Chuxiu drank a little too much, closed his eyes, opened his hands, and said, "Ah Cheng, you're drunk, hug me."

Wan Tengcheng picked him up, brought him into the cabin, held him in his arms, and kissed him gently on the cheek.

Chuxiu was tickled by him, so she avoided him with a smile.

Wan Qicheng leaned against his face and said softly, "Chuxiu, those things in the past..."

Chuxiu hugged his neck, kissed his lips, drunkenly, said: "It's right and wrong, lazy to argue."

For many things in this world, if you think less about them, you will feel less uncomfortable; if you are lazy and relaxed, you will be more happy.

Dongting Lake is a clear night tonight. The unmanned boat is parked in the middle of the lake, swaying and swaying the water, breaking up the stars in the lake.

Chuxiu was pressed down by Ah Cheng, looking at the bright, shallow and thin folds of flowing clouds under the crescent moon, clinging to his neck, panting and asked in a low voice: "Tomorrow, go to Emei to see monkeys."

Ah Cheng knocked out his final sound, and said in a warm voice, "Okay."

Have a good time tonight, and sail away tomorrow.

Go for a tour, this prosperous world, the world of love and moon.