Datang Fenghua Road

Han Yue's eyes were bright, and he suddenly thought that the great master of Liaodong was thin, but the man just now was obviously burly.

"Could it be the old monk Zhicao?"

It doesn't seem right. Although Han Yue doesn't like Buddhism, he knows that Buddhist martial arts are upright and peaceful.

The most important thing is that the man's palm strength is no less than that of his master Ziyang Zhenren, and the old monk Zhicao should not be able to reach this level.

"There is a person who protects the clan in the grassland, named High Priest Hu Longer. Could it be that that person stole Qingyue?" Han Yue suddenly thought of another person, and felt that this guess might be the closest to the truth.

Two years ago, the High Priest of the Grassland sent someone to snatch You You, and now it seems reasonable to snatch Qingyue away.This person likes to grab the daughter of luck the most, and Qingyue also said that she has practiced the Western Regions Heavenly Demon Martial Scroll, and perhaps has a love of incense with the high priest.

Unfortunately, Han Yue didn't know that Hu Longer, the high priest of the grassland, was also very thin.

Back then in the foreign exchange market outside the customs, Youyou fainted in the snow, Han Yue rode a donkey to rescue him, but was knocked unconscious by Hu Longer with a straw sandal, and he never saw what Hu Longer looked like.

Han Yue guessed several times, and finally put his doubts on the high priest of the grassland. He raised his head and sighed, and suddenly a beautiful face with peerless elegance appeared in his mind.

The shepherdess seems to have not seen for more than two years.

At the beginning, he also hated the shepherdess, but the girl helped him several times, and even lied and deceived Li Shimin together, concealing the source of the medicine for his eldest grandson.

Afterwards, although there was not much communication, the figure of the Shepherdess always appeared by his side, until he was finally swept away by Xiao Tianlang and Shi Huang.That girl is very self-improving, and would rather work in a mutual market than ask him for a meal.

After so long, Han Yue suddenly felt that he admired Youyou.

"Maybe, I should go look for her and see if Qingyue is dead..."

Now it is January of the fourth year of Zhenguan, and the Tang Dynasty army has launched Yanmen Pass, and will launch an offensive on the grasslands soon. Han Yue has a faint idea in his heart. This time, he wants to participate in the attack on the Turkic grasslands.

The jungle was dark, the wind was biting, and there was a wolf howling from time to time. Although Han Yue was not afraid, he also felt lonely.He raised his feet and walked outside, still with a blank look on his face.

So much has happened in the middle of the night...

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Many of the subordinates were still looking up, but those old and weak slaves couldn't bear the sleepiness, and most of them fell asleep beside the bonfire.

Li Fenghua greeted him eagerly, and said cautiously: "Master Hou, your subordinates really didn't lie, you have to be careful of Qingyue..."

When he said this, he was suddenly startled, his eyes looked behind Han Yue for a long time, and he said in a daze: "What about the woman?"

Han Yue waved his hand, and some words were incomprehensible: "From now on, there will be no more blue moon in this world!"

This was originally a sigh of emotion, Qingyue was bad, Zixia was good, Han Yue would rather that Buddhist nun be Zixia than think of her as Qingyue.

Several hands looked at each other, Yuchi Baolin was an old man in the army, suddenly thought of a possibility, and tentatively said: "Master Hou, could it be that you were too brave just now and played the seventh mistress to death. My old lady, Lord Hou is worthy of being Lord Hou, it really is incomparably powerful..."

There are five beautiful family members in Han Yue's family, but everyone knows that there is another Youyou, so Yuchi Baolin will say that Qingyue is the seventh mistress.

Someone next to him came up and kicked Yuchi Baolin directly, and shouted: "What are you talking about, my old black master is kind-hearted, so he won't play with women to death." Although Liu Heishi, who Xue Xiaoya was coaxing to sleep, was the most loyal in his life, even though his brain was weak, he would not listen to anyone speaking ill of Han Yue.

Of the three generals under his command, only Li Fenghua was both civil and military. He carefully glanced at Han Yue and said in a low voice, "Master Hou, did you just kill Qingyue instead of looking for fun?"

hiss--

Everyone gasped, thinking about Han Yue's performance when he left with Qingyue, and it felt like this was the case.

Yuchi Baolin was kicked to the ground by Liu Heishi, so she simply sat on the ground and couldn't get up. The guy pinched his chin and thought to himself, "Master Hou likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and the way he looks excited seems to be true. Pretending to be obedient, it's no wonder he can become a Marquis, I'm just a military general, and such a beautiful woman will kill if she wants to kill, without any regrets, tsk tsk, amazing..."

Han Yue was upset, he waved his hand and shouted: "Get out of my way, I am tired, and I need to rest for a while. If anyone makes a noise again, I will let him stay on duty all night."

The three generals looked at each other, suddenly ran away, Liu Heishi said while running, "I don't want to be on duty, it's a beautiful thing to lie down beside the fire and sleep, lord, it's Li Fenghua who offended you, you let him go on duty. "

This guy is stupid, but he is not stupid, he actually knows how to find someone to back him up.

It's a pity that he ran fast, Li Fenghua and Yuchi Baolin ran faster, not because they were afraid of the vigil, but because they felt that Han Yue was in a bad mood. At this time, no one wanted to embarrass themselves.

Han Yue snorted and walked to the side of the bonfire. At this time, Han Xue's little girl was sleeping soundly, but was held in her arms by an old woman.The little girl had a ruddy face and a sweet smile on her face. She didn't know what happy things happened in her dream.

Han Yue's heart warmed. Although the little girl was not his own, she naturally had a kind of intimacy. He carefully hugged Yaya and gently patted her back.

The old woman didn't sleep, and whispered the crime: "Don't blame Mr. Hou, the old man can't hold a child when he sees a black-faced general, so he dared to come here, not to take the opportunity to please."

Her face was very restrained, with a kind of fear of making a big man angry.

Han Yue smiled slightly and said warmly, "Don't be afraid, old man, this Marquis's murderous intention will only face the bad guys."

"Yes, yes!" The old woman nodded repeatedly, and suddenly sighed: "The poor old man has been plundered to the grassland, and has suffered all his life. When he is old, he will still be cumin. I am afraid that no one will die when he dies!"

Han Yue was taken aback, this old woman seemed to be 50 years old, if she was taken away and became a Han slave, wouldn't she have been in the grassland for more than 30 years?

"Old man, do you have no children? If there are children alive, the Marquis can help you find them."

"It's a pity that I don't need it anymore. My old body was plundered when I was young, and I was harassed by big men in Turks at will. I let more than a dozen men sleep in my life, and I didn't give birth to a child of the Han people. Those big Turks didn't treat my children as well. Nation, let him be a slave..."

When a person reaches old age, he sees most things very openly. The old woman does not shy away from being occupied by others.

Han Yue's heart moved, and he asked in a warm voice: "So, this time the Turks drove the Han slaves to attack the city, and there are your children inside."

"Yes!" The old woman nodded and sighed: "It's a pity that I have no way to teach my children. My child has also participated in the snatch of food these days."

Han Yue understood that all the middle-aged Han slaves who robbed food were all assigned by him to dig gold mines. Obviously, this old woman's son was among them.

"Old man, are you trying to beg me to let him go?"

"I don't want to! Although the old man is old, he understands the truth. My child should be punished for doing something wrong." The old woman sighed and said sadly: "Although he was born by me, he doesn't have the kindness of the Han people in his bones. You may I don’t know, my kid joined the Turkic army, burned, killed, looted, and ruined the daughter-in-law of the Han family, it’s like… like…”

"Like what?" Han Yue was a little curious.

The old woman slowly closed her eyes, with tears overflowing from the dry corners of her eyes, and murmured: "It's like the Turkic people ruined the old body! Lord Hou, you have rescued 10,000+ Han slaves this time, but you don't know that there are more in the grassland. Han slaves, they have the blood of the Han people, but they behave more ruthlessly than the Turkic people, and sometimes even ruin their own elders..."

Han Yue punched hard and hit the ground hard.

This time Datang attacked the grasslands, he said he would also participate.Since you don't want to be human, then I will treat you as animals and plunder them all to mine for me.

Chapter 303 Guo Gong turns his face and only fights for the vanguard

The next day, the sky was clear, there was a cold wind, and the mountains were covered with snow.

Three thousand soldiers set off, guarding more than 1 old, weak, sick and disabled, marching towards Shenyang City.Han Yue rode on a donkey, holding Han Xue's little Yaya who was crying all over his face in his arms. He kept patting Yaya's back gently, but unfortunately he couldn't stop the girl from crying.

The girl finally learned the news of her grandfather's death.

The donkey Laobai walked at a leisurely pace. There was thick snow under his hooves, and there was a creaking sound when he stepped on it. A round of red sun rose from the east, sprinkled a vast golden light, and illuminated the snow on the ground more and more crystal clear.

"Daddy, why do people die?" The girl was tearful, and there were still drops of water on her long eyelashes. She was alone, and I felt pity for her.