Haiyan

The moment the words fell, the whole person followed in, and the indifferent and silent atmosphere in the room was instantly smashed by the child with swaying branches. Yin Ping frowned a little dissatisfied, and said: "Ah Yu, I can't Be rude in front of Daoist Zhang."

Chang Sheng just ignored him, and sat with his ass tilted across from Daoist Zhang, picked up the fresh fruit on the table and gnawed it, saying unceremoniously: "Hey, Niubi, have you thought about what I told you last time?" Is it gone?"

Zhang Daochang didn't react for a while, so Chang Sheng said loudly: "You don't want to go back on your word!"

The snake fruit in his mouth mixed with saliva almost sprayed Daoist face, the latter wiped his face with a disheveled face, and asked, "I don't know what the little prince is talking about?"

Chang Sheng patted the long table, leaned forward, "Didn't you ask me last time why I blew up that kid's tent!"

Zhang Daochang came back to his senses, and instantly understood Chang Sheng's intentions, and immediately said in a wrong way: "The little prince seems to have grown a lot taller than a few days ago."

Hearing what he said, Yin Ping came to his senses and asked Chang Sheng: "Ah Yu, next month will be your birthday, what gift do you want, my brother will give it to you, huh?"

Chang Sheng was led astray all of a sudden, his thoughts turned a corner, and somehow he became a little bit lost.

"Ah Yu."

Yin Ping gave the child with downcast eyes a look.

Chang Sheng muttered, "Yin Kang isn't celebrating any birthdays."

Yin Ping paused, his expression softened in an instant, he stretched out his hand and pulled Chang Sheng's whole body into his arms, and coaxed: "Yin Kang is not here, second brother is still with you, always so sad do what?"

Chang Sheng suddenly jumped from his arms to the side, rolled his eyes and said with arrogance: "Yin Kang will not let that brat from the Western Han Dynasty bully me!"

Yin Ping smiled angrily: "You are the one who bullies others, why do you always like to beat them up?"

Chang Sheng was wronged to death. When he thought of the scene just now, the smell of grass in his mouth still hadn't dissipated. He continued to talk to Zhang Daochang endlessly: "Niubi, what do you say!"

The corner of Zhang Daozhang's mouth twitched, thinking that the little bastard could not be fooled now, and he said with an excuse: "The poor man is devoted to Taoism, and he doesn't understand those tricks to fool people. Why does the little prince always come to make things difficult for the poor man?"

Chang Sheng gave a sneer that didn't match his age: "Okay, Niubi, since you don't help me, don't blame me for being rude to you in the future."

Daoist Zhang couldn't help shivering, and saw the child rush out again.

"Ayu is still a child, don't be as knowledgeable as Daoist." Yin Ping comforted.

Daoist Zhang wiped the cold sweat off his forehead for no reason, and said "Where is that?", but his heart couldn't help but his hair started to rise - although this little bastard has no other skills, he has a lot of dirty tricks behind his back. Last time Get him two beautiful girls, although it is still in his mind, but fortunately he is strong enough not to fall for the bait, next time if the whole young woman still has charm, then whether he can hold it will really matter. hard to say...

Daoist Zhang couldn't help drifting away: This young woman is more attractive than a girl with yellow flowers, so it must taste better.

"... Daoist?"

Daoist Zhang quickly came back to his senses and said solemnly: "Let's continue talking..."

Chang Sheng's hair was about to explode, and he wanted to give that Niubi a chance to curry favor with him, but the dead Taoist actually pretended to be prudish, okay, then put him in the same category of enemies as Li Su from now on.

"Prince, the straw man you want is ready." Dui took a straw man slightly bigger than a palm and handed it to Chang Sheng.

Chang Sheng asked, "Where's Ah Tie?"

Dahu said: "Go to Shuobei to give Prince Anji the crossbow."

Changsheng got into his tent, took out a piece of yellow rectangular straw paper and began to draw a pen. After a while, two characters of "Li Su" which were uglier than a dog chewed on them lay on the small piece of paper swaggeringly.

After slobbering a little, Chang Sheng pasted the paper with Li Su's name on the straw man's forehead and hung it down, took out a needle, and pierced the straw man's left eye.

Chang Sheng said triumphantly, "Although I can't beat you, I will curse you to death!"

At the same time, Li Su, who was in a good mood and was still looking at his beautiful painting, couldn't help but his left eye twitched, thinking: I don't know which boudoir lady in the imperial capital is secretly missing me again.

***

Now there are only four parts of the grassland, the Canglan part, the Bailang part, the Qinghai part and the Zhaoyang part respectively.

Five years ago, Gu Lingjun collected the southeast and southwest of the eight parts, and the remaining north, south and northeast were taken into the bag by the Zhaoyang part in the extreme north. From the sheepskin map, Zhaoyang is firmly established in Yebei However, due to its remote location, the lords of the grassland could not reach the extreme north since the last generation, and the Zhaoyang Department has a strong army and horses, and the wolf army is strong. It is a tribe, rather another kingdom of the steppe.

The extreme northern region is different from any place on this territory - there is snow that does not melt all year round, strong and chaotic winds, people kill and drink blood, make friends with wolves, there is no smile, as if from the inside out. They can all blend together like this cold time.

The vast expanse of white snow overturned the entire northern area, and the howl of wolves in the distant mountains just sounded, a team of hundreds of people lined up in a black line on the white ground, and the leader sat on a horse, Wearing a big black fur, the whole person is hidden in the thick hood, and the face cannot be seen clearly. The saber at the waist roars with the cold wind, and the scout behind him holds up the banner, hunting against the cold wind. .

The atmosphere of the whole team was extremely depressed, the strong wind was rubbing against the cheeks furiously in the ear, and the heavily armored soldiers following behind surrounded more than a dozen chariots with suitcases, and the wheels ran over the heavy piles. The snow, the sound it made was swept away by the cold wind, and disappeared in an instant.

The goshawk spun in the sky, then flapped its wings and flew over quickly. At this moment, a group of ragged refugees suddenly rushed up from nowhere and forced the team to stop from the front. , I saw them prostrating and kneeling, their faces were sad, and their lips were moving and looking at the leading man in black, as if they were begging for something.

The scout holding the flag winked at the soldiers beside him, and the heavy black armored soldier rushed forward, suddenly raised the long whip as thick as a thumb in his hand, and heard a crackling sound, the whip rubbed The gust of wind swept the sparks from the starting point, and hit the young man who was leading the bow.

"what--"

The sound was torn apart by the cold wind and snow, and the moment someone behind him yelled in shock, the young man's head had been whipped out of his body by the horsewhip, and he was thrown a distance of three feet. Blood flowers bloomed on the white ground like manjusawa. Fleeting.

There was a lot of noise, and a few bold herdsmen suddenly took a few steps forward, with fear and pleading that could not be concealed in their words: "King Khan, please return those corpses to us, we know we are wrong, Got it wrong!"

The old man leaned over in front of the horse with a shriveled face, his face was haggard and his cheeks were deeply sunken. In such weather, he only wore a thin linen coat to cover his body. Vertically and horizontally, a pair of eyes were weeping blood, and the eyes were about to burst.

The leader hid in the hood and looked at the scene in front of him through a cold transparent iron wall, without saying a word. At this moment, the sound of the whip suddenly sounded chaotically, mixed with a distorted sound, shaking the mid-air The snow got bigger and bigger.

King Khan of the Zhaoyang Department stood still, allowing his warriors to flog this group of helpless refugees desperately. In the distance was a vast mountain that could not be seen clearly. He concentrated for a long time, and finally, Reaching out to take off the hood on his head, revealing that nearly fifty-year-old face that was almost as thin as a stick, the snow slapped on his gray temples all at once, and for a moment, people couldn't tell whether it was snow or silver. .

The scene was chaotic, and the wind was blowing the blizzard bigger and bigger.

There was a loud "touch"—the white ground mixed with blood instantly gave birth to thousands of flowers in a vast expanse.

"Do not--"

The young woman screamed as hard as she could, and pounced on the luggage suitcase that had just been knocked down by her companions, the head rolled all over the ground, black and dry blood mixed with it, showing a ferocious expression in the air-conditioning, Almost all of them stared wide-eyed on their blue and white faces, and the deep horror under the eyes was extremely scorching. The woman's eyes were red, and she pulled out the dagger in her bosom and stabbed the man on the horse fiercely. .

The screaming sound overwhelmed the wind, and before the woman could take a step, a string of blood-colored beads suddenly flew up from the air around her waist. She half-raised her hand holding the knife and looked down in disbelief, only to see that half of her waist was covered. She was cut off by the warrior's horizontal knife, and then she couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground fiercely.

The heads rolled down on the ground ranged from nearly a hundred old people to babies in swaddling clothes. Before those babies even had time to take a look at this bustling and flashy world, they were chopped off in the cradle by those butcher knives.

The few remaining rioters frantically rushed towards the other suitcases of the tank, and what they got was one death announcement after another from the warrior's ice knife.

The sound of whips gradually stopped, and the snow quickly buried a new round of corpses. The warriors got on their horses, and as the scouts waved down the wolf flag, the whole team could continue to move forward in an orderly manner.

After the team left ten miles away, the falcon slowly flew back, and then circled back and forth a few times in mid-air, and then, unable to hold back the hunger in its belly, it plunged into the snow with a sharp leap, and when it raised its wings again , with more or less fresh meat in their mouths.

The cold wind howled, round after round, and soon, the messy land just now was covered with a blind eye, and then it was lightly crushed by the cold air, as if nothing had happened.

In late August of Baihuang Calendar 1990, [-], Muchen, the king of the northern border of the Zhaoyang Department, quelled the Liaolan Rebellion in the extreme north. That small wasteland, which struggled in the winter all year round, could not escape in the end. Overwhelmed by the wolf king's minions.

At the same time, the news spread into the golden tent. The Maharaja under the bronze lion head totem hid the deep powerlessness in his eyes in the darkness. For a long time, he finally did not say a word.