I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

The night seemed to have substance.The night on the top of the dome is the lightest, lightened by the starlight, it is a clear smoky blue, and when the night is deposited on the ridge, it becomes a colloidal thick black.

The silver bridle village is brightly lit, and floats up and down in the thick ink of the pool like a flood of pearls.

I was squatting in the grass at the foot of the old wall. Ying Xiaolu recalled that when she was a child, the silver bridle was full of insects singing, and now it seems to be true, and about half of them gathered in my trouser legs to bite me.

I whispered: "Xiaolu, it doesn't look right."

It is strictly forbidden to make noise in the barracks at night.But there are always grooms who get up to add grass, gamblers who secretly roll the dice, and the soldiers on the night post who don't say a word, giggle after listening to the meat, and some people empty their bladders outside the barracks.The military camp at night is like a large home appliance. It looks silent from a distance, but when you put your palm on it, you will find it humming non-stop.

But the silver bridle village in front of us has only the sound of insects, no human voice.

Not far away is the intersection of entering the main village of Yinbridle, a group of soldiers in rotation are listlessly leaning on their guns, bored, but no one speaks.

This silence is too much like the moment before the bowstring is stretched to the end.

When we were behind the mountain ridge, the three of us divided our jobs. Ying Xiaolu and I led dozens of the most elite people into the village, and Shen Zhiwei led the rest of the people to the pier to seize the boat. Once we found Ying Changfeng and Chen Fang, we immediately retreated by water. .

Yinbi Village has been established for more than 300 years. The houses are like tropical rainforests, and have been built one after another generation after generation. If there is no guide, you will get lost in broad daylight.

Fortunately, it is difficult to guard against family thieves by day and night. Ying Xiaolu led us around until we got to the bottom of the wall of the main village, not even a dog was alarmed.But now, going up is the Fubo Hall where the silver bridle discusses matters. Behind the hall is the old house of the Ying family. The guards suddenly became dense, and it is not so easy to go forward.

Ying Xiaolu was dressed in men's clothes, tightly holding the Miao Dao at her waist: "I don't think it's right either. Brother Zhan, why don't you stay behind and wait for me to go in and take a look?"

Marshal Ying took most of the troops with him when he returned to the silver bridle, leaving only a few hundred people stationed in the Guiyun defense zone that he had drawn with Shen Xiaoxuan before.Now there are probably nearly [-] soldiers and horses in the Silver Bridle Village. It is as easy to slap us to death as I just slapped the big mosquito on the neck.

I said, "No, I'll be with you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the guards standing in silence one after another. It turned out that another team came from the foot of the mountain.

An officer came out more and more, although the surrounding was quiet, his voice was lowered when he was talking with the guards. From a distance, they could only see their lips opening and closing, as if they were performing pantomime.

I gave Ying Xiaolu a wink, and when they switched defenses, we happened to climb over the wall.The Zheshou warrior untied the tiger claw crossbow on his back, the tip of the arrow was shining coldly, just waiting for my order.

I was about to let them shoot arrows, but I heard a man's voice: "We want to see the eldest son!"

This is the first human speech we heard tonight in the silver bridle village like an ancient tomb.

It's really like hearing a stranger speak suddenly while fighting, which makes people get goosebumps all over the place.

Ying Xiaolu's Miao Dao was half drawn out, and I hurriedly pressed her wrist.

It was the leading officer who had spoken.

He repeated again: "We want to see the eldest son!" When he repeated it for the third time, the people he brought shouted with him: "We want to see the eldest son! Where is the eldest son?"

Ying Xiaolu and I looked at each other, but before we could figure out which song to sing, another howl came from the intersection.

Now I am used to hearing screams on the battlefield, but this one was especially piercing, full of disbelief, grievance and horror.

Under the flickering flames, a guard was stabbed through by the officer with his knife drawn.The howling sound didn't come from the dying man's mouth, but rather from the bloody wound on his stomach.

This dying cry was like a plague, and it spread throughout the silver bridle in just a moment.

In just a split second, the silver bridle suddenly roared everywhere!

I finally came back to my senses and grabbed the tiger claw crossbow from the stunned soldier's hand: "Hurry up and find someone!"

The old house of the Ying family is like an ant's nest that has been doused with boiling water, and the children in silver bridles are running around everywhere.

Everyone didn't quite know what they were supposed to do, but they seemed to feel better when they ran, to put the panic behind them, and to run past our little face without looking back.

The silver bridle is in turmoil.

Just like in a horror movie, the victim's own hand is uncontrollable, and he slits his throat with broken glass.

There is no fight more terrifying than sibling rivalry.

I soon discovered that the organized party had their arms wrapped in white cloths, and they were furious, snarling to see the prince.While the other party was beaten and retreated steadily, they asked each other where the second young master was in panic.

On the way here, Shen Zhiwei took advantage of Ying Xiaolu not checking, and whispered in my ear that it was important to find Chen Fang first. I smiled wryly and didn't agree to him.

Who would have expected such a scene now, how could we calmly choose our priorities?

Ying Xiaolu's eyes were so red that they were bleeding.

Her teeth were clenched: "I, I'm going to find my second brother!"

If this is really a horror movie, the protagonist will die if he acts separately.I sighed, trying not to let her fear affect me: "I'm going to find Chen Fang, where does he live?"

Chen Fang lived in the other courtyard specially built by Marshal Ying.

There are nondescript beasts with five spines and six beasts on the roof, and under the eaves are the imperial forest infantry with five people and six people.It's a pity that the Imperial Forest Army also looked like it was made of glazed glaze, which was not useful. We easily overthrew the guards and entered the courtyard through the side door.

Chen Fang was an easy guess.

I pondered for a while in the dark courtyard, then led the team to the large main house, which was still lit.

We dragged the guard at the gate step by step into the grass in the shadows.There are quite a few capable people in my team who are capable of stealing, but there is no need to pick the lock, and the door of the main house is actually ajar.I sneaked in with a few people, passed through antique treasures, high chests and large cabinets, and finally found a Babu bed at the end of the room.

Chen Fang was thin and thin, lying on such a big bed like a small room, he really looked like a giant baby.

Now the shouts of killing are shaking the sky outside, even the deaf will be woken up, but His Majesty is lying like a bow, showing us his undefended back.

But if you look closely, you can find that his shoulders are shaking slightly, as if he is suppressing some excitement.

I am also very excited.

The day of tearing up with His Majesty has come so soon.

The muddy military boots stepped into the silk bushes, I grabbed Chen Fang's shoulders, and turned him over violently.

For some reason, Chen Fang, who was disturbed from his sleep, had a look of excitement on his face.

But after he saw clearly who was coming, the excitement was instantly evaporated by the panic.

His face was bloodless, and he said in horror: "You, you..."

I said, "I, I, I'm not dead yet! Surprised or not?! Your Majesty, where is Ying Changfeng?"

Only now did I realize that Chen Fang was sleeping with his clothes closed, and he was actually holding a golden sword with a silver sheath in his arms.

Disarming him was easier than snatching a kindergartener's lollipop. Chen Fang stared blankly at me as I took the sword from his arms with two fingers, and suddenly remembered that in this case it should be called "help".He half pulled himself up and shouted, "Come on...!"

But I held the rest of the words back to my throat. I opened my palm-sized hand and pinched the lower half of his face: "Would you like to ask me something, where is Ying Changfeng?"

He gritted his teeth and glared at me bitterly.

There was no time to be verbose, I lifted him up, turned him over, and ordered: "Take the rope to tie it up!"

Unexpectedly, no soldiers dared to step forward for a while, and Chen Fang murmured vaguely in the quilt: "You guys want to rebel..."

There are not only shouts outside the wall, but also faint thunder rolls, maybe it is the cannon that bombarded us during the day.

It's that my wife and my boyfriend on the household registration book don't know what's going on.

I was anxious for a while, and took Chen Fang's vest and rammed it hard on the bed twice. His struggle stopped immediately, and I spit out: "I'm afraid of a fart, I'm here, let's tie it up!"

The soldiers rushed forward.

After all, a person rarely had the opportunity to tie His Majesty like a pig a few times in his life. The soldiers seriously tied several knots harder than stones on Chen Fang's hands and feet.

Chen Fang was hit on the nose by me a few times ago, and now the blood is profuse, and his chest is soaked.

But he's got the bachelor energy from the first time I met him.Now he neither calls for help nor struggles, but just looks at me sideways, his eyes look like he wants to pounce on me and bite my throat.

I asked again: "Where is Ying Changfeng? What did you do to him?"

He spat bloody saliva on me, but unfortunately it landed softly on the lapel of his own clothes.

Before I entered the room, I thought for a few minutes whether Chen Fang might also be held hostage.

But he looked ready to go, probably knowing that something changed tonight.Coupled with this reaction like seeing a ghost when seeing me, and the attitude of refusing to say Ying Changfeng's whereabouts, no matter what, I can't get rid of it cleanly.

Chen Fang laughed bitterly: "You still care about Ying Changfeng? Do you think you can get out of the silver bridle?"

I said: "You should still pray that I can get out, if I fall here tonight, I will drag you on my back anyway!" While pinching his chin, I forced a ball of cloth into his mouth.

There was no time to torture and extract a confession, so I pulled the quilt from the bed and wrapped Chen Fang up, and asked the soldiers to carry him out of the yard.

In the past, "Where is Ying Changfeng?" is really a difficult problem.

But now I have fought many battles, big and small.

The battlefield seems to be a mess, but it has its own rules, and tonight's silver bridle is no exception.

The mutinies with their arms wrapped in white cloth seemed to be rioting, but they were actually taking over the vital points one after another in an orderly manner.The main formation that has not been captured is probably where Ying Changfeng is.

Chen Fang is the lord of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and this other courtyard was built on the commanding height of Yinbi Village. I was condescending and saw that the village below the mountain was full of torches, like the sky full of stars reflected in a pool of water.

And the pool of water was being stirred crazily by a hand.

In the chaos and order, I finally found a large block of torches gathered into a wall of fire, enclosing the tall building behind the chain bridge.

The author has something to say: [Babu bed]: This is something that only appeared in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but this is a chaotic time and space, don't mind it.