My white moonlight, he pretends to be sick again

Shen Rui changed clothes for Zhuang Jingsi, tied up her hair, and took out Zhuang Jingsi's birthday present from her bosom - a sapphire hairpin.

The workmanship of that thing is rough, like the handicraft of small street vendors in the streets and alleys of Yongjing, but the material is excellent. There are strands of white lines on the body of the slender hairpin, which naturally converge towards the blue bird with fluttering wings on the head of the hairpin.

Shen Rui didn't have the nerve to send it out, because he thought Zhuang Jingsi would say that he carved a duck.

"This is the blue bird..." he said to himself, as if arguing with someone.

Shao Yunlang wants to bring someone in person? Go to Jilou Village to bring Zhuang Hexuan back. Now he has to personally deliver the child to Shen Rui safely to be at ease.

He ordered General Tang to reorganize the army, and then gave him five thousand light cavalry, ready to go back quickly.

Before leaving, he wanted to take another look at Zhuang Jingsi.

Marching and fighting, people are dying every day? Shao Yunlang thought he was used to seeing life and death, but it turned out to be different.

It was as if a needle had been stuck in the apex of my heart, dense pain layer upon layer, dragging me down like an undercurrent, my limbs were cold and I didn't want to move.

He cheered up and looked at Shen Rui, "You..."

Two words of mourning? How can I not say the word, how can it be possible to mourn?Nobody? Can't mourn over something like this.

Shen Rui didn't want to listen to anyone? Talk, he suddenly got up and rushed over, grabbed Shao Yunlang's shoulder armor, staggered him with great force, and then punched Shao Yunlang on the cheek.

Shao Yunlang didn't dodge, and received the punch abruptly.

"Why did you come here?!" Shen Rui's voice was as hoarse as an old man, every syllable was filled with despair, "Why did you come here?!! If you could come an hour earlier...even an hour ..."

Shao Yunlang tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, brushed the tip of his tongue over the bumped wound in his mouth, and said in a calm voice: "Someone? They set up barriers and dug traps along the way, deliberately hindered the march, moved roadblocks and explored the way to hold back the wolf rider. "

He knew that Shen Rui didn't really hate him, it was just that he needed someone right now to let Shen Rui vent, but it was just one punch, and he still had a lot to do.

He supported Shen Rui with one hand, forced him to stand up straight, and said quickly: "I know you don't want to live now, but at least you have to see your son, and I will let you You killed Shi Ce with your own hands, it is up to you to decide whether to cut him alive or in half."

Shen Rui rolled his eyes slowly, and he asked, "Shi Ce?"

"Before Xiao Si left, did you tell me personally? I said the person who arrested him was Shi Ce." Shao Yunlang said coldly, "I'm going to Beijing to force the palace. He belongs to the prince. He should have returned by now. Take Yongjing, tidy up the crown prince, this man? Do as you please."

The light in Shen Rui's eyes rekindled, but it was not hope, but burning hatred. He said, "When will you return to Beijing? I want to join the army and kill all those barbarians."

"Wait until I bring your son back." Shao Yunlang said, "You stay here first... accompany Xiaosi."

……

Jilou Village is not difficult to find. A lot of people here have been moved out because of the war. Ten rooms are empty, leaving only some old, weak, sick and disabled. They can't move anymore, so they can only close the doors and windows , Hearing the sound of horseshoes, he didn't know which cavalry it was, and quickly hid behind closed doors.

Time was running out, and Shao Yunlang didn't have time to make peace with them, so he ordered people to drive everyone to the open space in the village, and asked them one by one if they had seen Zhuang Hexuan.

Seeing that although he acted vigorously, he did not beat and scold frequently, and said that he would be rewarded if he provided clues, the villagers became more courageous.

A lame old man leaned on a stick and whispered: "Master! Today, the little old man went up the mountain to collect firewood. In the cave halfway up the mountain, he saw the little boy picked up by the old man sneaking around. There is the cry of a child, maybe it is the child the military master is looking for."

Obtaining such a unique clue, Shao Yunlang led people to search the mountain again, and found the cave very quickly.

There are still some dead branches outside the cave, so it is okay to deceive the villagers who went up the mountain to cut firewood, but it is impossible to deceive the people in the army.

Shao Yunlang ordered someone to move the dead branches away, and the two people took the order and stepped forward. Just after removing two branches, a young boy rushed out of the cave, holding a sharpened piece of wood, and fiercely Let them go.

The half-grown child still had black ash on his face, and he couldn't tell what he looked like. He only stared fiercely at Shao Yunlang's two bodyguards with a pair of brown eyes, and even scratched one of them on the back of his hand.

The little guard was furious, so he wanted to grab the little boy by the collar and show him off.

"Forget it!" Shao Yunlang rode forward, stopped the guards, and looked down at the little boy, "Is there someone? I handed you a baby doll?"

The young boy said stubbornly: "No!"

Shao Yunlang nodded knowingly, and said again: "I am his uncle."

The little boy looked up at him hesitantly, frowning tightly, looking like a little adult, full of suspicion.

"You don't believe me?" Shao Yunlang raised his eyebrows, and suddenly raised his voice, "Zhuang Hexuan!"

"Ai~" The crisp and crisp sound of milk floated out of the cave, and a small head poked out from the entrance of the cave with the leaves on it.

The little boy was angry? He stomped his feet and said, "Didn't my brother tell you not to come out after hiding it?"

"Oh~" Zhuang Hexuan covered his eyes, pouted his buttocks and buried his head in a pile of dead leaves.

juvenile:"……"

Shao Yunlang got off his horse, squatted down and said, "Zhuang Hexuan, come here!"

The little haystack moved, and Zhuang Hexuan flapped his little hands a few times before he raised his heavy head and turned to see Shao Yunlang. He looked at it for a long time, opened his little hands and shouted: "Jiujiu~"

He ran over on his short legs, tripped over a tree root on the way, and immediately lost his balance. Shao Yunlang took a step forward, holding the little meat dumpling steady with one hand, and took the cloak handed over by his guard with the other , wrapped him up, and then stood up with him in his arms.

The armor on his body was cold, afraid that this delicate little thing would catch cold, Zhuang Hexuan stretched out two chubby arms, wrapped them around his uncle's neck, twisted his butt dishonestly, and called out in a childish voice, "Daddy?"

Shao Yunlang's arm stiffened.

The young boy standing aside pursed his lips, still worried: "His father said he would come back to pick him up, where is his father?"

"I have something to do, I can't come back." Shao Yunlang hugged the child, put one hand on the saddle and got on the horse, turned his head to the guard and ordered, "Give him a reward."

The young boy said: "I don't want to reward you with silver."

He thought that he would be the only one left in the future? His expression sank, he glanced at the little milk bag leaning on Shao Yunlang's arms, and turned around to leave.

"Brother~Brother~" Zhuang Hexuan screamed, seeing someone? Ignore him? He immediately kicked his short legs and cried loudly, "Yes~Brother~"

Shao Yunlang had never seen such a battle before, he almost let the brat jump out of his arms, hurriedly hugged that fleshy little body tightly, and shouted helplessly: "Wait!"

The boy didn't expect Zhuang Hexuan to cry, so he stopped hesitantly.

"Cough..." Shao Yunlang supported Zhuang Hexuan, and asked the young man, "Where are the elders in your family?"

"I have no elders." The boy replied, "I don't know who my parents are. The grandfather who adopted me died of illness last year."

The small face hidden under the black and gray has a high nose bridge, and the curve of the lips is also particularly stubborn. His eyelashes are drooping, but his figure is thinner than his peers at the age of eight or nine.

Shao Yunlang pondered for a moment, Zhuang Hexuan in his arms was still reaching for the young man, he could only sigh and asked: "Then would you like to be with this young master? I don't want you to serve him, play with him, watch him Don’t bump into him and just do it, when he grows up, you can either take the money and leave, or join the army, it’s up to you.”

The boy's eyes lit up suddenly, and his voice became a little higher: "Can I join the army?"

This is the answer.

Shao Yunlang didn't want to say any more, he nodded perfunctorily, and asked another person to take the young man on horseback, hug Zhuang Hexuan by himself, and return to Xiyin Pass together.

……

The barbarian? Ever since he saw the wolf cavalry, he knew that there was no hope for a surprise attack on Qiushuiguan. He ran back like a lost dog, only to find that the way back had been cut off by Dazhao's army long ago.

As a result, they had no other choice but to go north to Yongjing.

The one who cooperated with Shao Yunting this time was the Eastern Liao King's Court who had been pinned down a few months ago. The Eastern Liao King was in a desperate situation, but he burst out with a bit of blood.

If they closed the city gates after they entered the city, could King Yu disregard the lives of Emperor Dazhao and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty?

At that time, they will be able to command the princes if they hold the emperor.

The plan was good, and the king of Eastern Liao also admitted that it would work. After all, the wolf riders also came from trekking. The course should go faster.

He could only give it a go.

But when they forcibly knocked open the gate of Yongjing City, most of them hadn't entered the city yet, their exhaustion was evident, and the Dazhao army who had been following behind half dead suddenly accelerated, and the leading general leaned over his horse and took off his armor first.

When the heavy armor fell to the ground, his maroon-red steed stood up suddenly, its fiery mane flaring, and it let out a wild neigh.

This sound is not so much like a horse, but rather like some other unknown beast, a backward barbarian? The horse suddenly lost its formation, and what's more, its hooves gave way, and the person on it fell to the ground.

Shao Yunlang drew his knife out, the long knife was still stained with blood, and the sharp edge of the knife reflected the setting sun, reflecting a line of crimson color.

With a shake of the long knife, he shouted in a deep voice: "Charge——!"

The sound of the horn went straight into the sky, and the sound suppressed the flowing clouds.

The cavalry roared and pushed forward like a torrent of destruction. The commander could take the lead in disarming the soldiers and go into battle. Here, the horses, whose burdens suddenly became lighter, galloped, and the smoke and dust from their treads obscured the daylight.

The barbarians turned their heads in horror, and found that the people behind them looked more like wild animals than the wolves marching on the grassland.

They left a group of people behind and closed the city gate in panic.

General Tang was standing guard beside Shao Yunlang, seeing this he said anxiously: "My lord!"

He knew in his heart that once the city gate was closed, the barbarians would have a city to defend, and the opportunity was at hand.

Shao Yunlang didn't respond, he took out three feathered arrows from the quiver beside the saddle, put on the bow and shot.

He used a heavy infantry bow, six stone in length, and set three arrows together. General Tang sweated when he saw it.

The feather arrow pierced the air and passed through the front. More than 100 barbarians in despair? One of the people under? In front of you.

That person? He yelled in horror, and ran back while rolling and crawling.

Fear is contagious, and the rest? They didn't even bother to push the door, and ran to the city one after another.

The steed leaped and entered the city through the half-opened city gate. The long knife rolled over the fleeing barbarian soldiers, and a bright red spray of blood shot out, splashing on the Ziliang Street in Yongjing, which has not been polluted for nearly a hundred years. superior.

Shao Yunlang held the knife, and the uncooled blood on the blade slid down drop by drop. He raised his deep eyes, and his eyes fell on the towering roof and cornices of Minghe Palace.

Behind him are Lie Lie Zheng Qi and Ru Huo Setting Sun.

……

On the Xuanzheng Hall, the officials who had taken refuge in the palace trembled like a bunch of quails drowned in the water. Only Gu Heng standing in front remained motionless, with his eyes downcast, as if he had nothing to desire.

Emperor Qing'an huddled on the dragon chair, listening to the sound of killing outside the hall that lasted in the middle of the night in panic.

It was raining now, and the sudden thunder shook him. He almost thought it was a barbarian who came in. He almost got up and hid behind the dragon chair.

He deliberately scolded Shao Yunting who was standing below. If he hadn't proposed the strategy of "driving wolves and fighting tigers", how could he have led wolves into the house now? !

But these words could not be said in front of the courtiers. Emperor Qing'an was angry and frightened, his face turned pale and pale.

In the silence, is there someone in the military department? He asked in a low voice, "The imperial army... can fight with the barbarians for so long?"

They know more about the composition of the Forbidden Army than other colleagues. They are all sons who have been sent here to make military achievements. The teachers compete with each other.

In the evening, the barbarians seemed to have broken through the defenses of the imperial guards and arrived outside the Xuanzheng Hall. At that time, both civil servants and generals drew their swords and prepared to fight to the death, but unexpectedly there was another shout of killing outside the hall, as if reinforcements were coming.

This battle has come to the present.

The palace servants tremblingly lit the candles, and the adults who had been hungry for a whole day? They all looked ugly, but Gu Heng took out a wrapped sesame pancake from his sleeve, and took a bite of it.

This thing is dry and hard, and it is mostly military rations. The Minister of Rites next to him has never seen such a thing, but the taste of the food is really tempting at this time? He swallowed his saliva and asked Gu Heng in a low voice: "Master Gu... ...what is this?"

Gu Heng said: "Sesame flatbread."

Both of his freshly grown beards were covered with sesame seeds, and he stared at the Minister of Rites while gnawing on the pancake. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Minister of Rites nodded shyly.

Gu Heng broke off a piece and was about to hand it to him, but the door of the palace was pushed open at this moment.

Half a sesame cake fell on the carpet of tribute from the Western Regions, and the auspicious clouds embroidered with gold silk on it fell on the out of place black sesame.

Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites ignored his sesame pancake, and turned his head together with everyone in horror.

The raging wind and cold rain were swept into the hall, and there was also a strong smell of blood blowing in.

The man's tall and straight figure stood against the flickering fire outside, and his face with orchid blood became deeper and sharper in the dark and windy, not angry but majestic.

The slightly raised eye ends slowly swept over every face in the hall, and Shao Yunlang let out a soft and lazy smile from his throat.

As if he couldn't feel the tension in the hall, he took the time to shake the water at the hem of the black-gold boa robe, and then walked slowly through the hall gate.

Now, what do the adults in the palace still not understand? On the white jade steps outside the gate, the neatly lined up wolf riders have already given them the answer.

The officials retreated silently to the two sides to make way for him.

Emperor Qing'an, who was in a high position and dying years, lowered his eyes and looked at his little son carefully for the first time, but his flustered mood calmed down inexplicably at the moment when the knife really fell. He suddenly realized that Shao Yunlang's facial features did not resemble his own at all.

Maybe there was a bit of similarity in the past, but all of them were spent in the southwestern wind and gunpowder smoke, which created the current wolfish ambition.