when will i see you again

On the official road from Jiangnan Road to Taijing City, there is a group of chariots and horses galloping.

It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. The weather in this area is humid and it is late autumn, so the autumn rain is continuous. Horseshoes step on the rain-soaked road, splashing muddy water from time to time. be quick.

This is Yangzhou Inspector Su Mu personally escorting Xie Bingyuan to Taijing City, although the speed is far less than Shen Qingjue's Pianxue Army, it is still much faster than ordinary caravans.

Xie Bingyuan did not choose the route that Shen Qingjue had chosen for her to enter the capital and escape to the Western Regions, but took the shortest route to Taijing City.

Xie Bingyuan sat in a well-decorated and comfortable carriage, raising the curtain from time to time to look out the window. After Shen Qingjue, Yuan Dingkun and Shen Ruoguang all left, he naturally took on the important task of protecting Xie Bingyuan. However, when he was talking to Xie Bingyuan now, the latter was not Absent-mindedness is just perfunctory, which made him sigh.

But having said that, the group of them is actually absent-minded, because there is still no news about the battle situation in the capital.

"Master! There is news!" A voice broke the depressed atmosphere of the march, and the group of people was stopped by the pawns delivering the letter.

Xie Bingyuan clenched her clothes tightly, lifted the curtain of the car and leaned out.

The pawn's face was covered with rain, and he waved his arms and shouted: "The general has arrived at a critical moment! Nearly [-] enemies have been killed, and the Wei army has retreated one hundred miles away!"

The whole group applauded in unison, Mr. Amber stepped out of the carriage, and rode outside, leaving only Xie Bingyuan in the carriage, and when she was the only one left in the carriage, she buried her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably .

The convoy continued to march day and night, and when it approached Taijing City, the smell of gunpowder smoke became more and more intense.

In fact, the war between the two countries does not have only one main battlefield, but as long as it spreads to the place where the flames of war are spread, it will leave traces, even if it is an encounter between hundreds of people, no one wants to die, right?So the scene is as tragic as it is.

The trees here are bare and stiff, only the trunks remain. In fact, the trees have been burnt to death, and some houses have collapsed. scene.

This has not yet reached the two states of Manwu, Yuliang.

Shen Qingjue rode in front of the Pianxue army, and walked slowly towards the group of people who had entered, a carriage stopped, and Xie Bingyuan hurriedly got off the carriage with her clothes in her hands, trotting all the way down towards her.

The general, still in his white robe, got off his horse and wrapped the visitor into his arms like a treasure.

"Not hurt?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xie Bingyuan groped her chest and back with both hands, Shen Qingjue just wrapped her waist and let the other party check: "Don't dare."

"I'm your man, how dare I get hurt so easily?" The general whispered a word in her ear, which made Xie Bingyuan's eyes red immediately, and only then remembered that there were nearly [-] soldiers behind this man.

Pian Xuejun, who had seen the big scene behind him, was still solemn and solemn, as if he hadn't seen anything, but in fact he was like a mirror in his heart.

Xie Bingyuan coughed lightly and hurriedly pushed her away.

The two entered the city together, even though they already knew that Wei Jun would never show up here, but Shen Qingjue was afraid of what happened, so he personally led a snow army out of the city to meet them.

On the way to Taijing City, the villages we visited were neither villages nor villages. From time to time, there were old people kneeling and crying, and there were also lonely boys and girls.

Walking to a remote village, Xie Bingyuan suddenly stopped, and she seemed to hear the loud cry of a baby.

Following the sound, Xie Bingyuan saw a small rag bag on a millstone. Xie Bingyuan carried it over and saw that it was a newborn baby girl, whose skin was still tender and whose eyes could not be opened very much. His hands were also clenched into small fists, looking extremely thin.

It's just that the crying sound is very obvious, and it can attract her attention at once.

As soon as Xie Bingyuan hugged her to his chest, the little girl stopped crying. Shen Qingjue also thought it was cute, so he tried to take her, but the little girl cried again with a wow.

Behind him, Pian Xuejun burst out laughing.

Shen Qingjue: "..."

Xie Bingyuan carried her into the carriage, found silk and cotton cloth to replace the worn-out bundle, took out warm goat milk, and fed her carefully with a small spoon.

"Hey, little girl, call me mother."

"Look at you, this kid has no teeth, how can he talk."

The little girl giggled at Xie Bingyuan.

"I hope she can live a chic and unrestrained life in the future, like the waves of water. From now on, I will call her Shen Yang."

"Shen Yang? It's not flashy, it sounds nice."

"Well, we are a family of three, and we all have water in our names."

In the city of Taijing, the scenery is not much better. Many poor people died of a plague a year ago. Thanks to the genius doctor Wei Juanyun who worked day and night to find the antidote, and later it was the forced palace that almost split the army, and the infiltration of the Wei people. The loss of people has gone to the old Chu in Manwuzhou. Although these things can't crush Taijing City at once, they are like ants standing on a dike, slowly hollowing out the foundation of Taijing City.

Half of the four major restaurants have been closed, the Wei Yi Station has also been closed, and more than half of the shopping malls on the street have stopped. In the offensive and defensive battle that was enough to be written in the history books two days ago, nearly one-third of the young and strong in the city died. one.

The actual number of deaths far exceeds Shen Qingjue's statistics. Most people don't know how difficult it is for her to be on the battlefield. Those who are healthy and wearing armor can be identified and are easy to count, but those who are decapitated are trampled by horses. Those who died, those who were pierced by thousands of arrows, those who were burned to a pile of dry bones, how would she count them?

Therefore, whether it is Dali or the Northern Wei Dynasty, the number of casualties is far greater than the number given on the surface.

"Do you still remember that there is a nunnery on the west side of the city? We have also been there." Shen Qingjue said suddenly.

"Huh? What's going on?" Xie Bingyuan was puzzled.

"I'll take you there, and you'll understand when you arrive."

This is a secluded nunnery. Before the war started, some regular pilgrims would come here. Since the war started, the number of pilgrims who were not many at first became less and less. Now it seems that no one comes, only living here all the year round. A dozen or so old nuns.

Shen Qingjue lightly knocked the old brass ring on the door, and after a while, the dilapidated wooden door opened, and an old nun about 50 years old came out.

"Sponsor, please go back, this nunnery no longer accepts pilgrims."

"Master, is a girl surnamed Mu here?"

"The benefactor is talking about Aunt Fanyin, come with me."

Xie Bingyuan's heart tightened, and she had already guessed about it.

Go to a secluded courtyard.

"I asked Ruoguang to follow her before, and Ruoguang has been protecting her in secret. That day she escaped from the...Wei army and jumped off the cliff. Because of this, Ruoguang was seriously injured, and after waking up, she insisted on coming here, and she was ordained and became a monk yesterday, I can't persuade her at all."

The two stood side by side at the door, Shen Qingjue explained softly.

In the courtyard, a person was wearing a blue-gray plain Buddhist robe and the same plain cloth hat, walking slowly, sweeping the ground slowly, as if he didn't know that there were two people coming from the door.

She used to be the noble princess of the previous dynasty, and then the last queen. Even if she went to Houchu to be a puppet, it was still a scenery that ordinary people could not get. Now she took off her phoenix robe, shaved her waist-length hair, and fled. Enter the empty door.

There are [-] characters in the world, but love characters are the most murderous.

Xie Bingyuan frowned slightly, and was about to say something, but saw Mu Youyun turned around, nodded to the two of them lightly, then walked into the room, and slowly closed the door.

It doesn't matter if you don't mention the past, it's okay if you don't see your old friend.

The two stood in the courtyard for a long time.

The author has something to say: When writing, I have been listening to the last paragraph of the mv of Good Dreams Like Old Minruo at station b, with tears in my eyes (severe cold). 23333