pin gold

——It really shines a little——

It was not dawn, and Zhou Tan rarely slept soundly. The cold wind didn't blow hard on his face like a few days ago, it was blocked by a barrier, but it just blew past gently and dissipated without a trace.

He woke up with his eyelids open, the sky was bright, and there was a thick new clothes on his chest, no dust, dry and clean.

He almost thought it was a dream that came and went quickly, but a smell bombarded the tip of his nose, and the neighing sound of a horse sounded outside the window. Zhou Tan pressed his forehead tightly, turned over and sat up—hit his head against something hard.

"Don't sleep for a while?" He Lianyun asked, holding him with one hand, it turned out that Zhou Tan bumped into the opposite breastplate, and his forehead was almost red and swollen.

Zhou Tan simply thrust his forehead into someone else's arms, and said vaguely, "No."

The room is warming up, much warmer than earlier days, and he can't even hear the wind outside the window, his hands and feet can be stretched out, and he didn't ask any other words, just put it on He Lianyun's shoulder, and asked in a low voice :"poison……"

"It's nothing."

"Tell a lie." Zhou Tan hummed in a low voice, but he knew it was useless to complain about this matter, Lu Chengzhi was still frantically flipping through medical books, and lost most of his hair.Even if you want to fight for your life, there is no need to say a few more useless words here.

Before he could roll around a few times and say a few vague words, there was a sound on the window, and someone was knocking on the window.

Lu Chengzhi had already stepped on the wind and knocked on the window, carrying the strong smell of herbs on her body.She only appeared with one head on the window, and her eyes were gloomy.

"Don't be inseparable here..." She squinted her eyes: "The city is biting."

"Bite?" Zhou Tan was half asleep and half awake to find his own soft shoes. He didn't react much at first, he just thought it was an ordinary confrontation, and he was not in a hurry to put on his coat.

"Yes..." Lu Chengzhi threw down the medicine bowl, and stuffed two Nanzhi grass into his nostrils: "Take your knife."

He Lianyun took a step first, and at the moment of parting, a puff of breath lightly brushed against his neck and shoulders. The knife found in the ground was still placed at the head of the bed, like a pool of cold water, bright and soft.

What exactly is it, Zhou Tan put on his armor, pondering in his heart, this material is really strange, it is not Donghai or Haizhou iron, what kind of iron is it?

Blood and water splashed all over the top of the wall, Sesduo slammed the hammer hard, and rolled on the ground to avoid the saliva that almost dripped on his face. In the middle of the night, ghost soldiers came up to the wall, and they came silently, wrapped in a smell of decay. The disgusting taste.

Her copper hammer is not big, and there are scriptures on subduing demons engraved on it. It seems that it is not used on the battlefield, but a decoration, but the decoration is decoration. It still looks like a tiger.

"Yo..." When she saw Zhou Tan, she even thought about turning her face away to make a joke. The blood on her chin was not wiped, and she grinned: "You're up now?"

-

Yujing Palace, Nanhe Main Hall.

The mission from Xisha arrived in the capital at noon. The banquet was in full swing, and there was a lot of wine and wine, but no one spoke. There was a figure in the middle, a dancing girl, wearing Xisha costumes, with long, glossy hair tied into a bun, tied behind her head with gold beads. A few broken braids.

Xisha girls dance like a gust of wind, stepping on drums and waving gauze gowns, half-covering and revealing a pair of eyes, slenderly raised.

The eyes are watery, but they are not too shy or shy. The women in Xisha are both wild and fierce in their poems, and their dancing is even more like a prairie fire.

Xishana is a place of singing and dancing overseas. Even if you go to Beijing to show off your might, you have to jump there first.

The woman's finger pointed at those present without any scruples, and finally slid a few times in the air, pointing to Yan Xiaochen's right hand, which was an empty seat reserved for Princess Qinghe who was lying on the hospital bed.

The Princess is sick, and has been lying in disorder in the room for half a month, and there is no sign of improvement so far.

I drank the medicine day after day, but it was useless, like a paper lantern, coughing up blood and coughing up a golden paper on my little face.

The emperor didn't let her drag her sick body into the palace to attend the banquet, and comforted her by sending several doctors and boxes of medicinal herbs. The banquet still left a place for her to set up the dishes, which meant that she had done enough.

The Xisha woman's gesture obviously meant to declare war. There were not many women in the room, and they all had to be scruples about their status according to the style of Nanjun. The concubines and nobles glanced at each other. Slowly pushing away, Yan Xiaochen took two steps towards the center of the hall, still wearing combat boots.

He gave an unruly salute to the emperor who was seated, and stared frivolously at the Xisha girl who was still dancing at his feet.

"Ah Chen?" The emperor was slightly taken aback, obviously a little surprised.

Yan Xiaochen untied the knife first, and then untied the waist, revealing the waistline of the tight leather belt.He put on the armor for military training, loosened his shoulders and waist, and spread his five fingers, which meant an invitation.

He was still on duty in front of Wangxian Tower in the morning. He didn't remove his sword or take off his armor. As soon as he put on his court clothes, he went to the palace to go to the banquet. But the emperor didn't say a word, and no one dared to put the two big words "rule" on his beak.

The drumbeat of the Xisha music official was beating faster and faster, not the tune of Nanjun, but he tilted his ears slightly, and it didn't take long to catch the rhythm. With a light step on his left foot, he rose into the air.

The robes were shaken off like splashing water, and the togas of the men in Nanjun were all hanging down to the floor, swaying in circles, no different from the hem of their skirts, and the vermilion hem was entangled with the yellow-green gauze of the Xisha women, and the whole hall was scattered. An unspeakable lingering.

He was wearing the same combat boots that had not been replaced, with something made of pig iron nailed on them, and they made a particularly loud noise when they stepped on the ground.

The woman didn't show timidity either, she fluttered with a smile, lifted her gauze sleeves, touched the ground with her feet, like a gust of wind, rolled up layers of Xisha fragrance, and blew it to her nose.

The underground voices are getting louder and louder, and the Xisha dancer's shoes are also strung with some delicate decorations that can make noise, not gold, silver and copper. She half-covers her small face with her narrow sleeves, revealing only her thick pair of shoes. The gorgeous eyes that were about to overflow, brushed straight past the person opposite, and then looked at the emperor, without even covering it.

Like two brightly colored iron hooks.

There was a crisp sound, the toes hit one place, and there was a series of crackling sounds on the ground.The drummer had already stopped, but the rhythm under their feet didn't stop.

Spin, turn, pedal, pedal.

The Xisha girl's skirt fluttered, and when she brushed her body, it flew up and hung straight on the crown tied on top of Yan Xiaochen's head. She twirled her fingers and stood on tiptoe, took off the hem of the gauze skirt with a deep smile, and patted it lightly. Palm Lai: "As expected of..."

She spoke with her tongue in her tongue, but it sounded a little blunt and charming. She returned to her seat halfway through the speech, and she rolled up her dance clothes and sat down again without saying anything.She only scanned the surroundings with those overly straight eyes, setting off a few undercurrents.

Yan Xiaochen returned to his position as if he was stepping on his combat boots, his breathing quickened a bit, and a few traces of smothered blood appeared on his face.

He picked up the robe that had been taken off the ground, shook off the dust and covered his knees, he leaned back and fiddled with the wine cup on the table, his face remained motionless.

-

After the banquet was over, it was still in the middle of the night, the emperor's chariot was parked in front of the main hall, and the pure white horses had been waiting for a long time.With no concubine accompanying him, Yan Xiaochen was a few steps behind him with a saber in his hand.

"For me..." The emperor boarded the car and said suddenly, "Go and see how the princess is doing?"

"Yes." Yan Xiaochen replied.

"Don't come home late." The emperor put down the curtain and waved at him, his tone not open to discussion.

"Yes." Yan Xiaochen saluted him and replied in response.

Everyone knows that the princess's illness is strange. He went up the mountain to pray to the Buddha and was fine, but he couldn't breathe on the way down the mountain. The attendants dragged a few imperial doctors in a hurry. No one could see why, so they could only talk about it. , Come to a collision.

So she went to the clean other garden with her luggage, and lay on the hospital bed for half a month. Silver pestle, poking at the half-dead crabapple flowers in the corridor.

The princess grows flowers entirely by destiny, no one asks for water, and there are not many people in this other garden, only a dark servant is squatting on the porch, burning the firewood used for heating in winter charcoal stove.

Umbrella...

The soles of Yan Xiaochen's feet were still making crackling sounds, and the copper basin under his feet was splashed with dirty blood, and the bloody goose silk handkerchiefs were folded and soaked in the bloody water.He raised his eyes slightly: "Is it so hard to fake?"

"Chicken blood..." Zhou Jintu replied, "Have you connected with my fellow?"

He kicked the toe of the boot, and a silver bead rolled out softly, which was obviously the decoration on the sole of the Xisha dancer's shoe.

The beads are hollow, and they will make a crisp sound when walking, but his combat boots are already heavy, with a string of pig iron pieces inlaid on the toe of the boot, no one will care about the slightest sound.

The bead is the color of silver, but not the texture of silver. When it encounters dim light, it bursts out with considerable brightness.

"Yebai..." Zhou Jintu clicked his tongue in admiration, "It really shines a bit brighter."

This bead is nicknamed "Zhao Yebai", actually it is neither jade nor silver, it is a kind of iron produced exclusively in Xisha, it is rare and hard to find, although it is not as good as jade, it is also a common jewelry for the nobles of Xisha.

The hair crown carved out of white iron can still shine brightly at night, illuminating the palace brightly, no one doesn't like it.

But the legends are legends. Few people have actually seen it. Xisha is far away, and it was a few years ago that the trade took place.

It is said that a nail the size of a fingernail is enough to illuminate a thousand-foot deep pool.

The author says:

Recently, I was not so clear-headed by chores, and my hand feel and thinking are very unfamiliar.

Thank you very much everyone, working hard to adjust.

It's fun to dance and watch others dance hahaha, and the chores don't prevent me from playing music and dancing!

感谢在2021-11-1419:11:17-2021-11-2013:00:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5570036020 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!