Reincarnation of the powerful minister

The setting sun in the sky is like blood, covering the wasteland under the haze with a layer of rust, and the wind is faintly mixed with the sound of Qiang flute, whimpering like crying.

The broken long-handled eyebrow-pointed knife was inserted obliquely between the scorched soil layers. The mutilated corpse under the chain mail was already frozen, and a broken arrow was still clenched tightly in the palm of the hand.

Zhu Jincheng let out a sudden belch, and slowly opened his eyes.

……I'm alive.Looking at the increasingly dark sky deep in the stratus clouds, he thought absently.

The soil soaked in human blood smelled foul.He moved his hands, grabbed a handful of grass roots, gathered his strength a little bit, stood up after a while, and let out a roar towards the battlefield full of corpses.

This roar is still very young, like an immature lion that does not lose the strength of its minions.The outline of his face still had a bit of youthful childishness, but at this moment, he was completely suppressed by the overflowing and sharp fighting spirit between his eyebrows and eyes.

He pulled out the pitch-black horse spear that was stuck in the blood, and shouted: "Heiyun Tuqi, gather—"

Fifty road-exploring cavalry met a thousand Tatar cavalry who were sneaking across the mountains at the foot of Ulan Mountain.As the leader of the cavalry, he had to shoulder the heavy burden at the young age of 12, commanding his subordinates to use the terrain to detour and guerrilla.

He used a strong bow and arrow in the forward position to kill the leader of the opponent with one arrow outside the limit range, deterring the enemy.

He also took the risk of splitting out more than a dozen cavalry from the fifty cavalry to go around the rear of the enemy army, making the illusion of reinforcements hiding and killing, and shaking the opponent's morale.

After fighting for a whole day and night, the Tatar cavalry, who had suffered heavy casualties, realized that this bone was small and hard, and its teeth were broken. It was really not worth paying for it. Go, turn back without success.

And the cavalry were almost killed, and together with himself, there were only six people left in the end.

This small-scale battle, known as the "Wulan Mountain Encounter" by later generations, has become a classic case of an encounter with few enemies in history.However, in the few records in the official history, the name of the commander only has the word "unknown".

Zhu Jincheng waited quietly, and finally saw five figures crawling up from the pool of blood, staggering towards him.

Getting closer, he saw their blood-stained chain mail jackets, the broken weapons in their hands, and the blackened marks could not hide their pale and stiff faces.

—It was the face of a dead man.

The Qiang flute sounded intermittently in the wind, like a remnant soul crying at night.

The paoze who died in battle stretched out their hands to him, like a branch of waxy and withered branches, and asked piteously:

"Your Highness, why did you abandon us?"

"Your Highness, Saishang is bitterly cold all year round. You are in the bustling capital, but do you still remember the place where our bones are buried?"

"Your Highness, the battle banner is lost, but the army spirit is still there, why don't you come back?"

"Your Highness..."

"General..."

"Boss..."

Countless calls echoed in his mind, as faint as the sound of wind, but deafening.

He tightly covered his ears with his palms, and retreated step by step as if his body, which stood still in front of a thousand armies, was unable to face these questions...

In the rear, the capital city of the emperor is surrounded by fragrance and red, it is a place of fireworks, and it is also a prison of death.

He fell endlessly, falling endlessly to the gold-dusted hell—

King Yu sat up abruptly, his face was blue and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.Holding the thick and soft brocade quilt, he kept taking deep breaths, and it was only after a while that he truly regained his soul and returned to the world from the nightmare.

How long has it been since I haven't dreamed of the battlefield more than ten years ago?It's so realistic that it's like being there again.

Outside the dormitory with the windows wide open, there seemed to be a very faint sound of music in the distance, like a Qiang flute or a Xun, trembling sharply.

The indescribable irritability surged in the lungs, making the chest tight and the mind swollen, gradually twisting into an irresolvable hostility.

The depression, unwillingness, aggrieved and even hatred accumulated over the years are all aroused by this hostility, like oil meeting an open fire, and it burns into a sea of ​​flames!King Yu threw off the brocade quilt and jumped out of the bed, not even wearing an outer shirt, quickly walked across the sleeping hall, and kicked open the closed door.

The door panel was torn apart with a loud bang, and sawdust flew.

The eunuchs and maidservants who were on guard at night woke up from their dozes, and saw their lord with disheveled hair and feet, his face ashen, standing like a ghost at the door of the opened hall, all of them turned pale with fright.

They have served in the palace for several years, and they are used to seeing King Yu's lazy, leisurely, or romantic demeanor, but they have never seen such a ferocious face, just like the rumored Asura, they couldn't help but kneel down, Kowtow to plead guilty.

After being blown by the cold wind, the evil spirit seemed to dissipate a bit, and the burning flame also weakened.King Yu looked at the one or two cold stars in the dark sky with a dazed expression.

He suddenly asked, "Did you hear any sound?"

The sound... kicking the door?Everyone dared not answer and shook their heads again and again.

King Yu listened attentively, the strange sound that was neither a flute nor an xun did not exist, it seemed to be just an illusion, and the reality was affected by the dream.

He was silent for a long time, and finally said: "It's all right, I had a nightmare and kicked down the door when I was confused. Tomorrow, the carpenter can order a new one. I will go to sleep in the back hall tonight, and you can take care of it."

The night watchman hurried over.The leader was Han Ben, who cupped his fists and saluted: "Your Highness, what happened?"

The "Your Highness" made King Yu's hands tremble slightly, and he ordered: "Follow me." He said and strode towards the back hall.

Han Ben saw that he was only wearing thin pajamas on a snowy night, so he quickly took the thick cloak and felt boots from the maid and chased after him.

At the end of the corridor, King Yu stopped, turned to look at Han Ben, and asked abruptly, "Do you still remember the encounter at the foot of Wulan Mountain 16 years ago?"

Han Ben was stunned, and it took him a while to realize: "Your Highness is talking about your first battle when you were 12 years old? You led fifty black cloud cavalry and defeated a thousand Tatar cavalry. Of course you remember."

"How many people survived in the end?"

"Except for His Highness, five people survived."

King Yu heaved a sigh of relief and asked again, "Are they still alive?"

Han Ben hesitated and shook his head: "It's been too long, and I don't know my lowly position. Since His Royal Highness commanded the Jingbei Army, he also incorporated the Heiyun Tuqi who had led in the early years. Ten years ago, the Jingbei Army changed its course and changed its organization. After the organization was dismantled, He was recruited by several frontier guards, each with their own leader. If we go to look for the old soldiers now, I am afraid that they will be dead."

The statue-like body of King Yu was wrapped in a black cloak. After standing still for a long time, he said in a very low voice: "I dreamed of them."

In just six words, Han Ben burst into tears.

He hurriedly turned his head and wiped it away, and replied: "Humble job occasionally dreams about the past, and when I wake up, I feel emotional, but after all, it's over."

"……wrong."

"what?"

"I can't make it through." King Yu stood expressionlessly, not even moving his fingertips, "Their ghosts have come to question me."

Han Ben was startled, and he tried to persuade him, "Your Highness just had a nightmare? Depressed thoughts are prone to dreams. Your Highness should take it easy and relax."

King Yu said dreamily: "It's not like a dream, it's too real... Until now, I can still smell the smell of blood in my nostrils, and I can still feel the touch of a corpse on my hands."

Han Ben felt that there was something wrong with his prince's mental state tonight, so he said worriedly: "I'm humbled to invite the medical officer in the mansion to give the prince a safe pulse."

King Yu stopped him and asked, "Just now, did you hear the sound of the flute? It's a bit like a Qiang flute, but it's not."

Han Ben recalled it for a moment and shook his head: "I only heard a few sporadic firecrackers in the middle of the night. The sound of silk and bamboo heard by the prince probably came from the Jiaofang Division. For the song and dance performance at the Aoshan Lantern Festival on the Lantern Festival, Jiaofang Division The musicians and girls are rehearsing intensively."

King Yu frowned, feeling that it wasn't silk and bamboo, but he couldn't tell what it was.Finally, he shook his head and said, "Forget it. New Year's Eve is approaching, so stop watching the night and go back to reunite with your family."

Han Ben smiled slightly and said, "Where do the guards who choose to be on duty at the end of the year still have a home? The palace is our home."

King Yu put his hand on his shoulder and sighed softly: "I have wronged you."

Han Ben half knelt down, and while putting on felt boots for his bare feet on the cold brick surface, he replied: "Why are you wronged? I used to be a soldier under the general's tent, and I practiced all day long. .Now I am working as a guard in the palace, and I have gained more than ten catties, and I can't even tie my belt in the past. Enjoy the blessing."

King Yu made a strong hand, and his five fingers sank into the muscles of his shoulders. He asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to go back and suffer?"

"I think—" Han Ben paused, then smiled again, "Just think about it. It's fine in the capital."

King Yu looked down at him, as if he had read his own heart, then patted his shoulder, turned and left.

Han Ben watched the prince's back disappear on the steps of the apse before returning to the guards on duty and continuing to watch the night.He glanced at the team and asked, "Where's the new kid?"

"Yin Fu?" A guard replied, "He was here before. Then he had a stomachache and you let him go out. Forgot? Oh, oh, someone is here."

Seeing Yin Fu coming from the direction of Gongfang, Han Ben frowned and rubbed his abdomen, his face was a little pale.After seeing him, he habitually smiled when he saw people, with a crescent-shaped dimple on half of his cheeks, revealing a bit of innocent and sweet childishness.

Han Ben didn't understand, so his heart softened a little, and he said to Yin Fu: "Since you are not feeling well, go back to your room to rest, and you don't need to follow the patrol."

"Commander Xie is concerned, but I can do what other brothers can do, and I don't need to take care of them." Yin Fu refused to go back to his room and stuck to his post.

Appreciation flashed across Han Ben's eyes, and he said, "Okay, tell me when you can't hold on."

Yin Fu smiled and nodded at him.Standing close, with the help of the bright light, Han Ben suddenly discovered that the boy's pupils were honey-like amber, which complemented the dimples, giving people a soft feeling.

...I want to pinch this dimpled face, Han Ben thought strangely.

Then he came back to his senses, secretly spit at himself, and greeted everyone: "Go, continue."

King Yu changed his bedroom, was served by a maid, soaked his feet in hot water, and lay back on the bed again.He opened his eyes and watched the sea of ​​clouds and the bright moon embroidered with silver thread on the dark tent roof come out of Guanshan Mountain. After more than ten years, he murmured to the ghosts on the battlefield:

"remember."

"Will not abandon you."

"Stopped with bitter cold, it is a place of peace of mind."

"Wait a little longer, the time will come."