Twenty-five Histories · Kuma Luotian

The side grass, the side grass, the side grass is exhausted, and the soldiers are old.

The snow is clear in the south and north of the mountains, and the moon is bright for thousands of miles.

Mingyue, Mingyue, Hu Jia let out a cry of sorrow.

——Tang Dai Shulun "Whistling Order"

This first snow came late, but fell quickly.However, in the early morning of the next day, the plains were all vast and white.Before the long grass withered, it was all crushed under the snow, and only a few inches of golden grass tips were exposed, swaying in the wind.The wind was also suddenly cold overnight, and it had the meaning of piercing the skin.

It was a quiet winter morning, but it was suddenly broken by intermittent hoofbeats.A horse riding let go of its four hooves, and the snow foam flew, leaving a long and winding hoofprint, and went straight to the tent of the Liao camp.Not long after, there was a sudden bang in the tent, and they laughed in unison; the laughter was so joyous, and there were bursts of cheers, which only shook the fresh snow on the tent, saying: "Win! Win!"

This horseman was the messenger who came from Pibeihe City.

All the generals in the big tent surrounded the envoy, talking loudly to each other, telling him to tell the good news about the battle.The messenger gulped down a bowl of wine, wiped his mouth, and saluted Xiao Feng, then he was not polite, his eyebrows beamed and he began to talk and compare hands.

It turned out that Brother Yelumo was quite good at using troops, and he led a large army and was captured by Hecheng. The coalition group surrounded them, but they just surrounded them without fighting.The guards in the city were very anxious when they saw that the army was besieging the city, but they did not dare to fight rashly because they had few soldiers.After spending more than twenty days, the news of Xiao Feng's victory all the way came by flying horse; Yelumo Ge immediately ordered the army to pretend to retreat, but sent spies to spread rumors that the battle of Daoluju River was a great victory for the blocking army.The defender was overjoyed when he heard the news, and seeing the Liao army retreating in a hurry, he believed it to be true, opened the city immediately, and then concealed the killing.Unexpectedly, the Liao army set up an ambush on the way back, and the vanguard turned back to attack. This flanking attack prevented Bu's army from being defeated and fled, and the skin was taken back by Hecheng.

All the generals laughed out loud when they heard this, they wanted to prevent them from divination that they had no victorious soldiers in front, no danger in the rear, they lost their arms and lost their supplies, this defeat only took a month, and they really did what they said before going back to the battle with Murong. Not bad at all; looking at him, I can't help but be full of admiration.The envoy took a breath, and said again: "Your Majesty, the privy envoys please go up, I hope that your Majesty will be sent to Hecheng as soon as possible. Lead my army and take Zhenzhou again!"

All the generals sang together, and shouted: "Your Majesty, please send troops!"

Xiao Feng was also full of enthusiasm, smiled slightly, got up and said: "Okay! The whole army will set off tomorrow morning and go straight to the Pibei River!"

All the generals responded with a bang.Amidst the cheers, Xiao Feng suddenly caught a glimpse of the gloomy face of the person beside him, who seemed to be full of thoughts, but when he turned his head to look, the worry disappeared instantly, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, he was still a high-spirited Murong Fu.Xiao Feng only said that he was mistaken for a moment, smiled and didn't care; but he didn't pay attention to the deep part of Murong Fu's eyes, a very complicated light flashed across in an instant.

The next morning, the three armies were put in order, and with an order, the army went out.This time it was not a surprise attack by light cavalry, and there was no need for the original Lujuhe army to escort the prisoners behind them, so there was no need to hurry.The marching day was long and boring, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu spent the whole day talking and talking, they were all speculative.It's just that Murong Fu never mentioned anything about making great achievements and leaving a name for future generations, as if he never said anything about that night.

Not one day later the soldiers reached the Pibei River, Xiao Feng ordered to rest in the city for three days, to recharge their batteries and wait for another battle.Although the Liao army's military discipline is clear, they still haven't broken the habit of nomads.The winter in the northern country is extremely cold. At this time, it is less than a month before the first snow, and the surrounding fields are frozen, and the breath is frosty.But the barracks were everywhere, horses neighing and bowing, laughing and shouting, inviting friends and companions, clapping and clapping, all of which made the air flow inside and outside the city even warmer by three points, and everyone was full of vitality.

Xiao Feng went around the city for a while, seeing such a beautiful scene, he is a man who loves to drink and make trouble, his body became hot from watching, if he was not wearing this royal robe, he really wanted to sit with all the soldiers Here, have a good drink.Brother Yelumo had already seen it, and stepped forward two steps: "Your Majesty, brothers have won this great victory, you should also celebrate. If your Majesty agrees, we will have a banquet in the city tonight. How about we have a good night together?"

Xiao Feng smiled and nodded, Yelumoge was overjoyed, he went down to make arrangements.Xiao Feng strolled down from the top of the city, and saw that not far away was the bank of the Piqui River, at this moment the river was covered with several inches of ice, and a group of Liao soldiers were gathering on the ice, laughing loudly; turning around, he was coming , cheered in unison, they all ran over to salute, a few bold and enthusiastic rushed to say: "Your Majesty, our brothers are playing around here. If Your Majesty is fine, how about you come over and take a break?"

"Liu Bian Ji Lue" describes the history of the Liao Dynasty: "...Pick deer, elk, roe deer, deer foreleg carpal bones, fill the orifice with tin, named Gashiha, or hit it on the ground in three or five piles. Take all the middle ones. The ones that don’t hit the pile are one piece. The large ones are thousands, and the few ones are hundreds, each of which is stored in a bag. In the leisure time of the year, even if you are strong, you can do it.” This is the play of hitting the thigh stone.In the past, Mu Zong of the Liao Dynasty was honored as an emperor, and he also liked this way, which shows the prosperity of his time.

Although Xiao Feng has been in Liao for a long time, he has never played with this thing, his interest increased suddenly, he went with all the soldiers; he saw more than ten piles of pebbles laid out fifty paces away, several Liao soldiers took another leather The pouch came, filled hundreds of pieces heavily, and said with a smile: "The rule is to hit farther and farther. Now that you move fifty steps away, few of you can hit it. All of them are lost. Your Majesty please look."

Xiao Feng put his hand into his pocket and took one out, he saw that it was polished and shiny, it was indeed not light, he weighed it in his hand, and was about to try it, when he suddenly saw Murong Fu standing not far away, quietly looking at the soldiers, Can't help but smile, raised his voice and called out: "Murong?"

Murong Fu seemed to have paused, then walked over slowly, and said with a smile: "Brother is so excited!"

All the soldiers came up to make fun of it, they all gathered around and encouraged each other: "Young Master Murong, this game is not interesting at all, why don't you and your majesty compete with each other?"

Xiao Feng looked at Murong Fu, seeing him smiling slightly, noncommittal, but turned around and stood beside him, he couldn't help laughing, and said to the soldiers: "How many piles are enough? Bring more!"

As soon as the Liao soldiers heard that the king was here to hit the pebbles, thousands of people surrounded them with a whimper, and the added pebbles immediately piled up into a hill.More than a dozen Liao soldiers were busy and ran to lay them down, and more than a hundred piles were lined up, front, back, left, right, left, and right on the ice.At this time, the surrounding Liao soldiers had already surrounded three floors inside and three floors outside. All of them held their breaths, stretched their necks and stood on tiptoes, for fear that they might miss a glance.

Xiao Feng looked closely and saw that the pile of stones was separated from the middle, it was half of one side of the two of them, he said with a smile: "Isn't it to see who finishes the fight first? Murong, please!" Murong Fu smiled and said: "Brother Please first!" Xiao Feng smiled, took five of them in his palm, raised his hand and waved them away, Wudui on the opposite side responded.With all the strength, the pile of stones broke apart with a crisp sound, and a dozen or so stones slipped and slid around on the ice.The sound of hitting the stones didn't stop, Murong Fu also threw out five stones, and they scattered five piles together.The surrounding Liao soldiers cheered loudly.

At the sound of the wind, the two of them threw five balls at the same time, but this time Murong Fu's hair stones did not fly straight, but they turned around in the air and swept sideways, one by one hit Xiao Feng There was a sound of ding ding ding, Xiao Feng's stones all fell to the ground, but Murong Fu's five stones made a half circle when touched, like a bird flying back, it flew around by itself, and still hit his side on the stone pile.

All the Liao soldiers were stunned, and said quickly: "Young Master Murong, you are not..." Before finishing his sentence, Murong Fu smiled lightly and said: "Is there any other rule about hitting the hair stone? ?” The man stifled, touched his nose, and said, “This...not this one!” It’s just a daily game of Liao soldiers, it’s not easy to hit a pile of stones at such a distance, who has the ability to hit a flying boulder?Shrinking their necks, they all looked at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng didn't take it seriously, when he looked at Murong Fu with a smile, he saw his brows lightly raised, looking at him with a smile, he couldn't help feeling elated, and said: "Murong, you dare to judge me?" Murong Fu said with a slight smile: "Don't dare, elder brother please!" Xiao Feng let out a long laugh, and shouted: "Okay!" When he reached into his handbag, the wind whistled, and he threw the hair stones one after another.

Although Xiao Feng's internal energy is powerful, he can hit this leg stone effortlessly, but there is only one disadvantage: he has learned martial arts since he was a child, and he is always open and dignified, but the hidden weapons are not in line with his temperament, although he has dabbled in it, he has never delved into it.Although it is said that one method is mastered and ten thousand methods are mastered, it is really difficult for him not to be able to survive, but it is no better than Murong.But seeing Murong's technique of turning stars and moving stars is about to come out, flowers and rain are falling, stars are flying, front and back, left and right, forward and backward, oblique, flying all over the sky, there is no gap to follow, everywhere, as if out of thin air Weaving a net of heaven and earth, Ren Xiaofeng's stone force is fierce and unstoppable, but he enters the shallow water, he can't get out of the opponent's encircling attack, just two touches, using the other's strength and returning the other's body, he will only end up in the end On the one hand, the dust is far away, and on the other hand, the water is flowing eastward.

All the Liao soldiers watched intently, they were still applauding at the beginning, after a while they flew more and more, fighting more and more urgently, everyone wished they could have more than ten pairs of eyeballs, so that they could see clearly, don't teach them to miss one thing; They all opened their mouths wide, clenched their fists and tensed up, who could make a sound!

Xiao Feng seldom meets opponents, now the more he fights, the happier he is, his blood surges up, he shouted loudly, and threw all his palms, unexpectedly he used the style of "Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms" "Fighting Dragon in the Field".A strike of palm force pierced the air and spit out, only heard for a long time as if there was a thunderbolt, all Liao soldiers screamed in unison, and retreated chaotically, but felt that the thorns on the face were broken like needles, bit by bit painful.A gust of dust cleared the wind, and when I looked closely again, I saw that there were dozens of piles of pebbles flying all over the sky just now, where is there any shadow?Only saw bone fragments all over the river, tin slag everywhere, thousands of bone stones have already been smashed to pieces by this palm!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, staring at the remnant scene for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Murong Fu smiled but didn't say anything, the soldiers couldn't stand it anymore, they all rushed to laugh and said: "My lord! You smashed all the brothers' belongings, why do you want us to come here?" Xiao Feng looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, said: "Sure enough It's not mine! If I don't get drunk tonight and won't go home, I'm going to apologize to everyone!" After saying that, he pulled Murong Fu's arm, all the soldiers cheered loudly, surrounded the two of them, and rushed to the school grounds together.

This night is in the middle of the moon, and a full moon is full of clear light; the school grounds are everywhere, covering the ground and covering the sky.The flames are peeling and peeling, the aroma of barbecue mixed with the spicy spirit of spirits hits the nostrils, if you take a sip, your blood will feel a little hotter immediately.The bulging cowhide wine bag was passed between pairs of rough hands, and it was only an empty bag in the hands of only four or five people.Thousands of torches were burning on the sidelines. I don't know whether the fire reflected the moonlight or the moon increased the power of the fire, but the faces of the soldiers of the Liao army were bright red.There was also a fur drum on the sidelines, and all the soldiers followed the drumbeat, or knocked on their scabbards, or struck their spears.Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and many people couldn't help but tore off their furs and drank heavily against the wind. The north wind blew on their burning faces and chests, making their spirits even more intense.

Murong Fu sat beside Xiao Feng, saw the soldiers coming up to toast like water, with a smile on his lips, but he only paid attention to what the toasters said to Xiao Feng.Hearing that the great king's achievements were mentioned by many people, such words are rare in history, Xiao Feng just laughed and said: "Drink, drink!" He didn't take it seriously.Murong Fu's eyes turned cold, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said to himself: "It seems that what I said that night, he really didn't take it seriously..."

Suddenly someone shouted: "Young Master Murong, our brother had a great drink here, why are you in a daze?" Murong Fu froze, and when he looked anxiously, it was none other than Yeluge.I saw him blushing from drinking, holding up the wine bag leisurely and saying: "I said that you must be toasted with three bowls at the celebration banquet, a good man speaks... Keep it right, uh, do it!" They all said in unison, "Yes, yes, let's respect you together with this bowl!"

Murong Fu caught a glimpse of Xiao Feng also looking at him with a smile, raised his hand and said: "I'm sorry! I'll do it first as a respect!" He took a breath, picked up the wine bag and drank it in one gulp.All the Liao generals laughed and shouted, "Okay! Good drinker!" Yeluge shouted even louder.

Murong Fu smiled, and was habitually polite, but before he could say anything, he suddenly felt warmth on his wrist, and a big hand held him; turning his head to look, he was facing Xiao Feng's strangely far-reaching gaze, the waves were surging, like something Thousands of emotions, but then spit it out, and could only say in a deep voice: "Murong, I respect you too!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but tremble slightly, knowing that this sentence is really worth a thousand words.His set of elegant words was on his lips, but he couldn't speak, so he silently raised the wine and drank it.

At first, he thought in his mind: "I have to drink tonight, it will make him suspicious." However, two bags of strong wine entered his throat, as if a flame was burning from the internal organs, and the warm breath permeated his body. Even the place in the chest that was always cold was scorchingly hot.I only heard Xiao Feng laughing and saying: "I said tonight that you won't get drunk and you won't return, how could it be false!" The voice echoed in my ears, my heart was suddenly confused, I still couldn't get rid of that thought, but it became the most suitable reason to convince myself , I don't ask who is toasting, and don't worry about it until the glass is dry.

Drinking all the way on the grassland, singing all the way. At this time, the wine was so hot that someone let go of his throat and sang loudly: "The Khitan family lives in the clouds and sand, and the old car is like a dragon. The grass is ten thousand li in spring, and the peonies and peonies are red. Big Hu leads Che Xiaohu dances, plays the Hu pipa and tunes Hu Nu. One spring wanders and does not return home, and has its own dome to shield the wind and rain..." One person starts, and countless people respond to each other. Strings, songs are like wine.All the Liao soldiers held spears and danced sonorously under the firelight and moonlight. The singing, applause, stamping of feet and shouts were so loud that they really wanted to get drunk.

Murong Fu was excited when he heard it, and blurted out: "Good song!"

Yeluge Yi squinted his drunken eyes, and said with a chuckle, "Of course! Mr. Murong, although everyone admires your ability, when it comes to singing and dancing, it depends on our Liao people!"

On weekdays, Murong Fu would at most smile and say a few polite words casually.But at this moment, the north wind picked up, and the hotness of burning knives surged up in his chest. The sky, decaying grass, golden drums, strong wind, rainstorm, and galloping horses all rushed towards the eyes at once like turbulent waves. Turning into thousands of flames, dancing wildly in his chest, for the first time in his life, his blood is boiling like a boil, no matter how hard it is to suppress it.Suddenly there was a clear whistle, and he stood tall, with a cold light in his palm, and made a clang; the knife followed the person, and the person followed the knife; under the moon, the white clothes were like snow, and they were already dancing with the wind.

In an instant, the tens of thousands of soldiers who chanted and sang songs fell silent.Although the people don't know what it means to "be as bright as a yi and shoot the nine sunsets", let alone "flying like a dragon flying like a group of emperors", but in the shadow of the bonfire, there are silver dragons and dazzling flowers, and they can't tell whether they are in white or not. , or frost blade; snow light, moon light, or knife light.Extremely cold, extremely clear, and extremely intense!I can't help but feel breathless and blood coagulate.

For a moment, everything was silent, the viewers were depressed, and the sky and the earth were low. Only Murong Fu sang long and loudly: "Dunhuang has been a supernatural general in ancient times, and I feel the admiration of all the people from afar. Looking at the Dragon Court, Lintai has been famous for a long time. Only Hate the country that is far away, and it is difficult to express love. Sooner or later, we will destroy the wolves and the Tibetans. Let's worship the holy face together!"

This song is a song from Dunhuang in the Tang Dynasty. It is said that it was written by Emperor Dezong of Tang Dynasty. It was originally a song dedicated to the army.But at this time when Murong Fuge came, he didn't hear Zhongqie, but he was full of high spirits and high ambitions, clearly he wanted to compare himself to the Emperor of Tang!After a song, the knife stopped and the people were quiet. The moment before, Fang was furious like a thunderbolt. At this moment, Jiang Hai was condensed into a clear light, looking up at the sky, and a long smile sent straight to the cold moon. It is really a phoenix singing!

Although all the Liao soldiers didn't understand the meaning of his song, they heard the sonorous rhyme and saw the dance like a dragon, they couldn't help applauding and applauding together, which made the flames all around tremble.Yelvge jumped up amidst the thundering sound, and shouted: "You danced well! You danced well! I was wrong again, Mr. Murong, you are really our Salanna!"

The crowd cheered again, raised their spears, and shouted in unison:

"Salanna! Salanna!"

The word "Salanna" means "moon" in Khitan language.If we talk about the origin, it is before the expedition.

That day Murong Fu tried his arrows in the hunting ground, and everyone was amazed.When following Xiao Feng's battalion to order troops, suddenly three palace maids rushed to meet Xiao Feng to greet Xiao Feng, they said that the empress sent a gift to Nanjing and Ah Zi.But the maids were talking, but the six deer-like black eyes just glanced at Murong Fu, up and down, watching endlessly, and then got on their horses and left for a while.Although the man was far away, the crisp singing voice came with the wind; I could only hear the word "Salanna" repeating incessantly in my mouth, endlessly.All the generals in the South courtyard laughed in unison, and said: "Young Master Murong, those girls are fascinated by you!"

That day, although Murong Fu looked calm as usual, he was actually tense, he was tense from waist to back, not to mention tens of thousands of people cheered in unison.If you usually feel embarrassed.Born today, I don't know if it is the strong wine or the light of the fire, his face is blushing, but he looks back at Xiao Feng with a bright smile, the Qinghua is like water, it is really better than the moonlight.

Xiao Feng let out a long laugh, got up and handed the wine bag over, praised: "My dear brother, Murong, you really are a good Sa Lanna!"

All the soldiers cheered again and again, singing again, and sang loudly: "Haidongjian and the falcon are as healthy as promised, and the wind is blowing on the clouds..." The audience shouted for fighting wine, swayed their swords and danced, and there was a lot of commotion.

Murong Fu looked at the whole city and couldn't help being happy, he felt drunk, he felt the fire was shining brightly and his chest was hot.Lifting the wine to his lips, drinking it in one sip, he became more and more joyful, stepped on the singing and drumming, and danced casually, suddenly floating like in the sky, Ning didn't know what time it was, where he was.

Xiao Feng was leaning on the wooden railing beside the court, while drinking, he watched Murong Fu's clothes fluttering in the wind, his body was swaying, he just smiled.When I lowered my eyes, I saw him swaying and vacillating. Why is it that people who practice martial arts are like this?Must be drinking too much.Sure enough, Murong Fu Lingran flitted around to his side, staggered suddenly, and stepped on the ground.

Xiao Fengjian stretched out his arm, supported his arm firmly, and called out with a smile: "Murong?" But he saw Murong Fu's cheeks were drunk, his starry eyes were shining, his figure was swaying, he didn't realize it; he just heard the call and turned his eyes Looking at Xiao Feng, he smiled again, put the wine bag in his hand to his lips, drank it dry, straightened his waist suddenly, brushed away Xiao Feng's arm, and chanted to himself:

"Learning swords and fighting books for several years has been hard, and I have also chiseled walls to steal light. Flying fireflies gather in snow and snow, and nothing can be done for many years. Every time I hate and have no knowledge, the road is far away and the mountains are separated. Power is hidden in the river, and the dragon gate will pass!"

After chanting, he laughed loudly, suddenly turned his hand back to the roll of his long sleeve, and lightly took his half bag of wine from Xiao Feng's hand, took it from his lips and drank it, raised his hand to point to the bright moon in the sky, and laughed loudly: "Dragon Gate will pass at last. Haha, Longmen... Brother, you know, if my ambition is followed, don't talk about Longmen, then the Nine Layers and Three Palaces...wouldn't be in my favor!"

The ground is full of clear light, and the moon is all over the body. Is it a person?Is it the month?The universe is so vast that it is difficult to distinguish it.

Xiao Feng raised his eyes to look at the shadow of Guanghua, but he felt a gust of wind in his chest, soaring upwards.At this time, the spirits are in the throat, the confidant is by the side, and all the life experiences are thrown away.Amidst the long laughter, he suddenly returned to the leader of the beggar gang who drank, fought and ate dog meat, and said: "What regrets do you have if you have friends like this!"

At this moment, Murong Fu's eyes are blurred, everything is empty, he murmured: "Mingyue, Longquan, Zhanxinmo, who will be with me--fix the storm--" He stretched out his arms in the sky, as if wanting to hold a handful of moonlight in his hand, but he didn't know I had already lost my footing, my foot slipped, and I fell straight backwards.

Xiao Feng took a step forward, and just picked up the toppled moonlight white robe.Murong Fujue was supported by someone, he struggled, but he was very drunk, he just raised his arms subconsciously, but how could he struggle?Xiao Feng knew his temper early on, so he didn't talk nonsense with him, he held his shoulder tightly with one hand, gently snatched the wine bag from his hand with the other, half supported him, half dragged him, and walked towards Xingyuan.

The two walked quietly for a while, and the lights and songs on the school grounds were far away.Looking around quietly, only the footsteps of night watchmen can be heard occasionally in the distance, and the dim light of the lanterns passes through the houses, reflecting on the snow, and the chill invades people.

For a while, Xiao Feng felt the hot air blowing in his ears, but there was no sound, so he couldn't help frowning.Looking sideways, he saw Murong Fu lowered his head, his face was snow-white under the moonlight, but he didn't speak.Xiao Feng called out in a low voice: "Murong?" The man didn't answer, suddenly swayed, bent down, vomited suddenly with a "wow" sound; the two people's clothes and sleeves were not spared, they were covered all over Both are.

Xiao Feng was taken aback, and called out again: "Murong!" Still no response, when he looked down, the man's long eyelashes drooped, his breath was thin, and he fell into his arms, unexpectedly fell asleep like this!

Xiao Feng laughed in a low voice, secretly said: "How come you still look like a child?..." But seeing that Murong Fu was really deep in sleep, he didn't want to call him, he waved his arms, picked him up, and just got up.

He was already used to taking care of Ah Zi's daily life back then; when he entered the room, he gently put Murong Fu on the couch, turned around and turned up the charcoal fire, and then came to change clothes and clean face with him.When he was taking off the pickled clothes, the corners of his eyes flickered, and he froze suddenly: he saw Murong Fu's thin sleeve half rolled up, revealing a tattoo on his left upper arm, it was white and embroidered with emerald green, it was really eye-catching.

In the Song Dynasty, tattoos were popular all over the world, and almost all young and strong men did it.Xiao Feng usually has a pattern of a wolf's head on his chest, which is not unusual for the tattoo itself, but it is strange for this pattern on Murong Fu's arm: twists and turns, drawn with a few strokes, it is neither flowers, birds, insects, nor stories, it is similar to the common patterns at that time. There is no resemblance at all.Xiao Feng held his arm, looked intently at him, thought: "Looks like a ghostly talisman, could it be some special auspicious record?" Without thinking about it, he widened his coat for him, pulled over the brocade quilt, tightly covered the body.

After a lot of effort, Murong Fu was completely unconscious, Shen Shen just fell asleep.Xiao Feng shook his head secretly and smiled, said: "This young master, the wine is very good!" He rolled up his dirty clothes, stood up and was about to leave the room, suddenly saw a ray of moonlight streaming through the paper window, like the light of water, a ray of light drifted from nowhere It is clear, sweet and warm, like the faint frankincense in the swaddling baby when I was a child.Xiao Feng sighed softly, recalling many old things in a trance.When he looked down, the moonlight was shining on Murong Fu's face, he saw his thin lips tightly pursed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, only his long black eyebrows were furrowed deeply.A man who was still so heroic just now dreamed of something incomprehensible and frowned?

Xiao Feng also couldn't help frowning slightly, he didn't realize it, but his fingers lightly caressed the slightly cool brow.

Note: This poem sung by the Liao people is called "Khitan Folk Songs". The author is said to be Liao·Xiao Zongguan, but the date of his life is unknown.