How can the general be paralyzed?

But stay warm overnight.

When Qin Ran stood in armor on the steps of the empty square of Tiandaozong, the last gray shadow of Changye receded behind him, and the sky gradually brightened.The [-] cavalry who came to greet them were waiting in formation, and the blue bricks that had been splashed three times reflected the blue sky like a wash, reflecting the armor and weapons.

Qin Ran's eyes swept over one by one, over the heads of everyone, from the twists and turns of the broad avenue to the thick vermilion door, his sharp and resolute eyes suddenly softened.

At this moment, a few bluebirds soared into the sky from the blue stone and black tiles, and after an unknown amount of time, Qin Ran squinted his eyes in the gray morning light, and made a movement that is common in the army to Ye Qiu in the light and shadow—hitting his right hand into a fist, Put it in your heart slowly.

That book came from a poem that was widely circulated in the army. It was originally a pledge of allegiance, but some hidden meanings were added later: life and death are broad, and they are said by Zicheng.Hold your hand and grow old with you.

Some of the soldiers under his command couldn't bear to be curious, but just as he was about to turn his head to look in Ye Qiu's direction, Qin Ran got on his horse, gave an order without hesitation, and fled away against the flying dust with flags flying.

******

Somewhat in response to Gelang Cuba's prophecy, this year's Guozuo is not peaceful, the eighteen tribes in northern Xinjiang have been covetously ready to move, in this year when the foundation of the new emperor has not yet been established, unite with the Nanyi, Donghu, and West in the south. Qiang drove straight in.

Internal and external troubles arose, and all of a sudden there were generals who had no seniority and prestige enough to intimidate foreigners. The "donkey" of Marquis Qinran of Changping, who originally wanted to kill the donkey, had to smile back.

All the courtiers knew that when the new emperor asked Marquis Changping Qin Ran to return to his old house to recover from injuries, he actually slowly let go of his military power. Now that he has returned the military power himself, the slap on the face is really painful.

Fortunately, the family and the country are big under the war, and the war lasted for three full years, from the beginning of summer in the 19th year of Yuanhe to the beginning of spring in the 21st year of Yuanhe.

The common people were half-starved and half-fed, and the greasy face of the tyrants who were so fat and creamy also disappeared. The new emperor took the lead in reducing his clothing and diet, and the rest was used for military purposes. It can be seen that this battle almost emptied the treasury.

The mountains and rivers are broken, and the beacon is full of moons.

The atmosphere of Kou is deepening day by day, and the people have no place to die.

The foreign invasion was fierce, and the tragedy can be vaguely glimpsed from the later historical records.However, Qin Ran led his army to fight one by one along the border, and Ma Tiaochen traveled thousands of miles. Many rumors about him became the drafts of storytellers.

There are many storytellers who rely on their eloquence to make a living.In teahouses and under the platforms of Chenghuang Temple, a table with broken legs is placed, and a few benches are placed around the front to both sides, which is the stage for their performances.

When the fan is opened, and the fan is used to hit, stab, chop, and chop, everyone will know that a wonderful story has begun.

Some storytellers are humane, Changping Marquis Qin Ran promotes his cronies at the border, and the young man whom he favors is only eighteen years old and has excellent martial arts skills.

Some stories are even more miraculous. It is said that Qin Ran was often rescued by an immortal in white clothes during his march. He used the sword technique with his left hand. With one mouth, he could pour out floods. The crap of foreign enemies.

It seems that because of the help of immortals, Qin Ran really hit the foot of Changyun Mountain in the most northwest.

In ancient times, there was a champion marquis who sealed the wolf's residence, and now there is Changping Marquis Qin Ran who erected a stele as a boundary, and with the stele as a boundary, he threatened that anyone who offends our Zhongyuan people will be punished no matter how far away he is.The tribes retreated for thirty miles with red eyes like a wolf that had lost a bite of meat. After that, even though Marquis Changping was not around, they still dared not attack.In the 29th year of Yuanhe, the border trade was opened, and the residents on both sides of the strait were peaceful.

In the 21st year of Yuanhe, the heavy snow had just melted, and the success of the war after the severe winter was frequent, which seemed to be a good start for three years of hard life.Daxia, who had been lingering on his last breath, breathed a long sigh of relief, and the people's livelihood and economy, which was full of holes, began to recover.

The New Year's Eve of this year is particularly lively, the little girl in new clothes is laughing and joking, and the voice of the peddler selling gadgets is also loud and festive.

The faces of the people were exhausted and relieved, and the wives who were waiting for the husbands who were soldiers to return home put up Spring Festival couplets one after another, waiting early on the Balin Bridge with green willows.

That is to say, in this year, the firecrackers at the end of the year were let off three times, and the debris of the firecrackers spread on the ground before being stained with the dust of the New Year, and there was a bad news at the border——Hou Changping’s old injury relapsed on the way of triumphant return, and he died.

In order to show his intentions, the new emperor sent someone to help the coffin into Beijing. Wearing white clothes and plain clothes, he greeted the coffin and wept in person on Fengyang Road, five miles away from the imperial capital.The emperor decreed that the world would be silent for seven days, and entertainment should be banned for half a year.

As for the folks, the people are all sad when they hear the bad news, and there are countless people who cry in Changge.When the new year turned into a year of mourning, every household replaced the red lanterns and couplets with sad white silk and white paper lanterns.

"Why do you think the new emperor has to help the coffin himself, so that he can feel at ease when he sees the corpse of Marquis Qin Ran of Changping? It's good for you to rot in your stomach. I, Zhang, will only tell you a little thing.

It is said that when the new emperor saw the coffin of Marquis Changping, he sprinkled a pinch of loess into the wine cup he was holding, holding the cup in his left hand and willow branches in his right.

Why hold willow branches?Say goodbye to guest!But the new emperor didn't raise his head to drink the wine in the glass, but just pretended to respect the sky, and then what do you say?ha!Order to open the coffin! -"

When it came to the joints, the storyteller surnamed Zhang slapped the gavel, and the listener Qinglan threw one or two coins into the small basket used for collecting money.

The storyteller surnamed Zhang is a middle-aged man, wearing a dusty blue cloth gown, with a yellow and thin face, like a refugee who has been hungry for a long time.

Those who listened to the book only knew that he came from Lingnan, with only a pair of sons and daughters who were also sallow and thin. The eldest daughter was fourteen years old and the youngest was eight years old. They dragged their families northward to this border town with Jiangjunpo.

There is a hidden official road outside Jiangjunpo, which is now abandoned. The surrounding mountains are high and dangerous, and no one can pass through it. Otherwise, the official road alone would be considered a prosperous place.Because of the lack of information, the story of the middle-aged storyteller is still fresh, and if there are people to cheer him on, he will not starve to death.

When the storyteller surnamed Zhang said, "The new emperor is crying and feeding Qin Ran this cup of wine mixed with the loess from his hometown, and burying the hero's soul with the cup of wine", he slapped his head and didn't know what to think of, stood up and put away his shock. Tangmu and Zheluo repeatedly said "Farewell, I'm sorry, I'm sorry", and walked out of the door.

This was being said in high spirits, the remaining listeners looked at each other in blank dismay, all they could say was that Zhang Sheng had lost his mind these few days, he really didn't know if it was a ghost or an evil spirit!

Zhang Sheng turned around and hurried home, slapped his forehead halfway, and came to a medicine shop hung with white silk in panic, and exchanged the copper plates and silver he had just obtained from storytelling for some medicinal materials for recuperating his body.

Well, there is no food plan for this day, a pair of children are waiting to be fed, Zhang Sheng comforted himself after the pain, and said: Forget it, he exchanged other people's beads and jade pendants for a lot of money.

It was stolen while the man was unconscious.

It was getting late, and the thatched house was not lit. Although the weather had warmed up in early spring, the temperature inside the house was about the same as the temperature outside, and people still froze to death.Zhang Sheng only thought that the person was still unconscious, and the creaking sound of pushing the door became louder without knowing it.

After two days of spring rain, the humidity of the grass and trees at the door with the unique musty smell of wooden door panels blows into the door. Zhang Sheng came in with a medicine bag and a wind and rain lamp, but saw that the man had already sat up and rubbed his forehead with his hand. , as if suffering from a headache, the drooping thin eyelids pressed into a sharp line.When he looked at Zhang Sheng, the slightly raised arc of his eyes flashed brightly.

It's like killing people with a sword without saying a word.

It was Qin Ran.

Zhang Sheng had the courage to put the wind and rain lamp in front of the window, and Qin Ran's face became clearer, even though it was pale, it was better than that of a dead person.Zhang Shengsheng said boldly: "There is Jiangjun Slope to the north, there is a mountain stream on the slope, and there is a Yugui River at the bottom of the slope, which is as deep as people. I just fished you up from the river. At that time you—"

Zhang Sheng made a gesture of a wooden plank, and said "lying very peacefully in the wooden plank", he directly bypassed it, and the wooden plank looked very much like a coffin that someone had cut through the corners.

"At that time, you were lying on a wooden board, probably floating down the upstream current. I saw that you were still half-floating and half-soaked in the water, so I rescued you."

In fact, he was lifeless at first, but when Zhang Sheng sniffed him three times by accident, the pulse on the side of his neck actually felt a slight beating.At that moment, Zhang Sheng was surprised to see the dead man's lips parted slightly, and he spit out a pearl the size of a cherry.

Qin Ran let out a "hmm", and touched his chest again, it was empty, and his expression was a little dazed.

"Are you looking for a jade pendant? I saw it was broken in half and soaked in blood, and it can't be mended anymore, so I took it on my own initiative... I bought some food and medicinal materials with the exchanged money, and the doctor who took your pulse said Your pulse is weak, and half of your foot is already in the coffin." Zhang Sheng finished speaking hesitantly, and then called him with a little hesitation as if he finally made up his mind: "Marquis Changping?"

Qin Ran's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked Zhang Sheng up and down for a moment, then smiled slightly, and said hoarsely: "You are mistaken, Changping Hou Qin Ran has died on the way back to Beijing, the new emperor personally autopsied and buried him, how could people die? Resurrection."

But now he has no name or surname, and he is regarded as a lonely soul and wild ghost looking for a place to return.He, a ghost from hell, has finally crawled out of the underworld, and he is no longer encumbered by false fame.

*****

half year later.

Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, but tourists only like Jiangnan old.It's a good year, and it's likely that the summer is in the ascendant, and people and things in various places are showing prosperity.

Especially the singing and singing, the Jiangnan with green willows and Sudi has become a good place to play.People say that the wine in Jiangnan is not intoxicating, but the long-term relationship between children has stumbled countless tourists.

The tenderness of the children under the exhaustion of everything is particularly touching.

I don't know whose girl is getting married, the shengxiao drums and zithers lead the way, and the golden lacquer trays hold the wedding ceremony. The welcoming team lined up from the central street in Shouchun for a mile away, and there were bustling crowds of onlookers behind the team. adorned.

There is a man in white clothes holding a sword, and the straight road behind him is dotted far behind him.When he stepped on the white hosta flowers all over the ground calmly, he was like a fairy who came on snow.

A corner of the curtain of the red wedding sedan was raised, and the bride under the red hijab took a peek, her expression a little sad after being amazed.But before her sadness could be seen, the wedding sedan and the beautiful man in white passed by.

I'm just afraid that I will never see such an exiled immortal again in this life.

The little girl who was the bride twisted her handkerchief between her fingers, and then made up her mind to look around. The man in white stopped in front of a restaurant, and raised his head slightly, as if he was looking at someone on the second floor.For a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, her surprise and fright covered in her overwhelming voice.

Among the crowd of all kinds, the man in white was a flashing shadow, and what happened after that was a bit weird.Aftertasting the sweetness of the wedding candy, everyone came back to their senses. When the crowd dispersed, they didn't know what was wrong with the man in white. He slowly raised his left hand as if someone was pulling his wrist and raised his eyebrows.

The sleeves hang down, revealing a plain white arm, which contrasts with the fragrant and pleasant white hosta flowers on the ground.

But what is this for, to show off your beautiful white hands? !

Everyone was a little disgusted, their eyes swept away and they felt that this person was probably sick, and he didn't move his seat for a while in front of the wine shop.In front of everyone, Ye Qiu waited for a long time, and finally the perpetrator finally poked his head out from the window on the second floor.

Qin Ran was leaning on the railing in his spare time, playing with the real spirit silver thread he was pulling, and when he pulled, Ye Qiu's left hand was lifted up very obediently.This teasing was like catching a bait, Ye Qiu was very helpless, but his expression was full of connivance and doting.

The afterglow of the setting sun was reflected on Qin Ran's handsome side face, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cynical smile.

The two young men from the restaurant's family worked together to remove the white silk and white paper lanterns on the gate tower, and the family after the fire also collected the brazier and paper money placed in front of the door.The green tree branches rise from the cooking smoke, and the lake and mountains in the distance are just right.

Some children picked up the remnants of the sound of firecrackers after the wedding procession passed by, and sang songs from last year or which year:

Every year the mountain circuit turns and the king does not return, the Tianshan road is covered with snow.

This year the green willows are as tender as spring, and ask whether the king and grandson will return?

The few words that Ye Qiufu whispered into his ear back then were: come back alive.

Maybe he had played enough, Qin Ran leisurely threw down a pair of lotus seeds like before, and saw Ye Qiu pick it up, raised his eyebrows, and showed a meaningful smile: "Long time no see."

Now the mountains and rivers are safe, and I will arrive as promised.

haven't seen you for a long time.

The most beautiful life is reunion and reunion after a long absence.

Finish.

【Speak】

Ended the flowering, the author went to the exam, and another serial article came back to update after the exam on the 29th.mwah.