Biganchun

The snow falls silently, like a long elegy.

The mountains and valleys are endless, and they turn white all night.

The dawn was darkly rising, and the snow finally weakened.Between the foothills of the vast mountains, in an inconspicuous place, a remnant section of the Great Wall protrudes.The masonry collapsed, the wall was broken, and the remaining height was no more than three or four feet, and it was no longer recognizable as it was before.Thousands of long arrows and short crossbows were inserted into the wall or scattered at the bottom of the wall, all of which were half covered by the snow.

Behind the city wall, more than ten soldiers were sitting and reclining, all of whom were armored by the Song army.They closed their eyes in silence, letting the snow cover the scars and blood under their uniforms, but they still held their weapons and crossbows tightly in their hands, not sure if they were falling asleep or they had already returned to their hometown.

The sky lighten up slowly, passing through the ruined walls, onto Zhan Zhao's eyelids, waking him up from his light sleep.

He moved slightly, and there was a sharp pain in his left arm, which made him feel completely.Ignoring the bleeding wound, he lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, with sadness on his brows.

Good Shuichuan, that patch of haunted land is only ten miles away, but it is like a nightmare from the previous life, and this life is unbearable to look back on.

At that time, at the foot of the cross peak, Fang Xiang helped Qingcheng climb up the cliff, but when he turned his head, he saw the crossbow formation in the Xixia crossbow team receding impressively, and seventy or eighty longbow shooters rushed forward together.Between the Shizi Peak and the cliff, the narrowness is only a few feet, and there is no room for turning.Under the long shot of the strong bow, Sang Yi and Qingcheng have no chance of survival.In desperation, he rode his horse into Xia Jun's archers, jumped down to chase the stars, and fought with his sword.Between Zhanlu's thrusts, he took three steps and one person, and saw blood seal his throat, but after a long while, his green armor was soaked in blood, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.He had never used such a heavy hand in his life, but at that moment, the sword was shining like a runaway horse, and he was no longer controllable.He only felt that the life in his hands was not the strange enemy soldiers in front of him, but the two dangerous figures standing between the cross fronts, if he slowed down a little, they would melt like snow falling into the ground in an instant.

During the fierce battle, a short crossbow rushed towards him. Zhanlu, his right hand, was stabbing a longbowman. He had no time to look at each other, and quickly raised his left arm to protect his neck.Three crossbow arrows pierced through his left arm armor in an instant, he looked down and saw the blood on the wound was bright red, he knew that the crossbow arrows were not poisoned, so he continued to fight the enemy with his sword.

Taking advantage of the crossbow arrows in his body, the moment the attack slowed down a bit, the party's longbow team rushed up one after another, and the long arrows rained down on the cross peak.He was shocked in his heart, and looked up, Sang Yi had been shot dead by an arrow, but Qingcheng was nowhere to be seen up and down the cliff.

His heart was suddenly empty, his whole body trembled, he retreated, and wanted to run back to the bottom of the cliff, but was blocked by a group of captured soldiers.With a horizontal swing of his sword, he stabbed a captured soldier under his horse, turned over and jumped on the enemy's horse, and rushed to search in the chaotic formation.

The battlefield is vast, and thousands of riders and shadows pass by in an instant, floating in the sea of ​​blood like dream bubbles.

In a trance, he seemed to see that slender figure struggling to circle among a group of young men, and it disappeared in a flash.He struggled to break free from the restraint of the enemy cavalry beside him, and ran to the front, but he was witnessing the moment when she was hit hard with a hammer from behind by a capture soldier.

He no longer remembered how he jumped off his horse and ran towards her at that moment.

He no longer remembered at that moment how he lifted her powerless body and held her tightly in his arms.

I just remember that she closed her eyes in his arms, no matter how he called, she just didn't wake up.

I only remember that I picked her up and climbed back on the horse's back, hugged her with my left hand, stabbed the horse's butt with Zhanlu with my right hand, and the horse galloped away with them, all the way south.

Just remember to do your best and rush into the party's rear army, no matter how difficult it is to support.At that moment of death and life, Wang Gui, who came to rescue from Yangmulong City, led more than [-] Qingqi into the formation, and rescued them in a thrilling manner.

He rode his horse and withdrew to the south along with a team of light cavalry battalions. Nearly a hundred surviving troops pursued him closely, firing arrows and crossbows.They fought and retreated, running ten miles away, there were only a dozen horses left in the Yangmulong Qingqi battalion, and all their horses were shot by arrows, wounded or killed.It's as if you are in a desperate situation, but you have encountered this section of the ancient Great Wall.They leaned against the ruins, shot arrows in all directions, and barely supported themselves.The stalemate fell into the night, and the captured soldiers retreated after hearing the Xia army's withdrawal call.

Only after the capture army retreated, he was able to light up a piece of flint and examine Qingcheng's injuries carefully.Gently peeling off the tencel armor from the back of her neck, she saw that the skin on her back had already turned black and blue, if it wasn't for the inner armor to protect her heart, she might have been fatal.He held her wrist, only felt that her pulse was weak and chaotic, unexpectedly uncontrollable.He secretly sent his inner breath, trying to help her regulate her meridians, but as soon as Fang exercised his strength, her pulse had already scattered and wandered, and there was no place to focus on it.He tried again impatiently, but she frowned, seeming to be in extreme pain, suddenly coughed, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and passed out again.

The flint burns out, and the light fades away.In the darkness, only the sound of falling snow can be heard.He sat silently, feeling that he was about to be swallowed up by this dark night forever, but he had no strength to resist anymore, he could only tighten his arms and tightly protect her in his embrace.

I don't know how I got through this desperate situation overnight.

When I woke up in the morning, my body was completely numb from the cold.He sneaked inside, turned around the sky, and secretly stretched his tendons.Qingcheng is still in a coma.He lowered his head to touch her cheek, felt that her breath was thin, and her heart was slightly widened. He let her lean on his right shoulder, freeing his right hand to heal the arrow wound on his left arm.

The three crossbow bolts were pulled out by themselves last night.When the flesh and blood were peeled off, it was painful, but he clenched his teeth tightly and never made a sound.In a hurry, the wound was simply wrapped with a skirt to roughly stop the bleeding.

During the wrapping, he had replaced a bandage for his left arm, took a long breath, and looked down at Qingcheng again.

Over the years, I have never had the opportunity to quietly look at each other in my arms, so close to the smallest detail, without any external scruples.She was drowsy and weak, her complexion was pale, still stained with blood and tears, like a light cherry blossom under the snow.

Perhaps it was God's will, so that although she was seriously injured for a while, she avoided the kind of cruelty that followed.

She didn't see that after Sang Yi was shot to death in the cliff, Ren Huailiang, the eldest son of Ren Fu, carried a shield on his back and forcibly climbed the cross peak. Seeing that he was about to touch the corner of the cliff, he was shot in both legs by a long arrow and fell off the cliff to his death.

She didn't see that Ren Fu stood up to the duel and was hit by several arrows. His neck vein was severed by a spear. When he was about to die, he spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted loudly: "I am a general. If I am defeated, I will serve the country with my death!"

She didn't see that Wang Gui faced the [-] siege of the party with four thousand reinforcements. He got off his horse and knelt facing east: "The minister is not responsible for the country. He is powerless. Only death will be rewarded!" Army camp, wiped out dozens of enemies, broke the iron whip, and was finally shot in the right eye by a crossbow arrow, and died with a long scream.

It was a tragic scene never seen in the world, and it was also a heroic scene never seen in the world!

Zhan Zhao raised his head, Ren Xuerui fell on his face like silk.

Nine Heavens Qiongyao, can she hide the sadness in this life?

Suddenly, Qingcheng's shoulder seemed to move slightly.Zhan Zhao was pleasantly surprised, and quickly bowed his head to her ear, whispering: "Qingcheng, it's me. I'm here."

Her eyelashes were like feathers, she closed them slightly, and finally opened them slowly.

At the moment of sight, a day of light flocs, sprinkled down.He was tired and anxious, his eyes were bloodshot, and it was hard to find a trace of his usual clarity.

Qingcheng's eyes were scattered, her breath fluctuated, as if she hadn't remembered the situation before she fell into a coma.

"This... where is this?"

Zhan Zhao brushed up the black hair scattered around her shoulders, and put his cheek against her forehead.

"This is the southeast of Yangmulong City, about ten miles away from the city. We broke through last night and took a break here."

Qingcheng didn't answer for a long time, then said softly: "Why... I'm... still alive..."

Her voice was low, like snow falling in front of her clothes.

Zhan Zhao felt a deep pain in his heart, and hugged her even tighter: "Cheer yourself up. After the situation settles down, I will find a way to find a suitable place to heal your injuries."

Qingcheng shook his head without saying a word, and closed his eyes again.After a long time, he slowly asked: "This snow...why has it been falling for so long..."

Zhan Zhao reluctantly replied, "Looking at the sky getting brighter, I think it's time to stop here."

She leaned quietly in his arms, talking like a dream: "Listen, this is the north wind, it should be blowing from Helan Mountain... I heard that there is a piece of Seven Star Rock on Helan Mountain... Gao Keqiyun , snow all the year round... Overlooking the mountains from a distance, it's like a fairyland... It would be great if we could go and see together..."

Zhan Zhao suddenly recalled that when Zhao Jue told about the past in Ganzhou in Xiangyang Tower, he mentioned that Qixingyan in Helan Mountain was the place where Qingcheng's parents made love.He saw that Qingcheng's breath was weak and his mind was in a trance. Since he met her, he had never heard her speak like this.Yesterday, he was under siege for half a day and desperate for one night, he could still suppress his emotions, but at this moment, for some reason, his nose was sour, and he couldn't restrain himself anymore.

Qingcheng seemed to sense something strange about his aura.With her eyelashes open, she barely raised her arm, and slowly stroked his haggard cheek with her cold fingertips.

Zhan Zhao held her hand, held back tears and said, "You have injuries, don't talk anymore, it's important to keep your spirits up."

She closed her eyes again according to her words, breathed slowly, penetrated between his armor, and echoed with his heartbeat.

"Whether it's Qingcheng... Suguang... this life... I wish... Helan... Feng Chuixue..."

Everything is gone, life and death are light, and finally speak the extravagant words from the bottom of my heart.With a low sigh, she threw her pillow into his arms and fell asleep comfortably.

In the haze, his tears fell on her cheeks, bit by bit, melting all kinds of feelings, all returning to one.

Hundreds of miles of stratus clouds, soaked in the evening mist of thousands of mountains, faintly have long-winged shadows, screaming Lingfeng.

Love creates worry, hate urges worry, and the past is all over.It is said that if the wind blows the snow, if it is not allowed, the two will grow old.

The urgent message is in a hurry, and it is in Jingyuan in the morning and Yanzhou in the evening.

In Jinglue Mansion, the first palm dims the lights.Di Qing was ordered to walk into Fan Zhongyan's study, and when his eyes touched Fan Zhongyan's face, he lowered his brows again.

But in just half a day, the old man seemed to have aged a few years.He stared blankly at the Feishu letter spread out on the table, and he didn't know how long it had been before he froze to sit on the desk.

Ren Fu's and Zhu Guan's troops on Jingyuan Road totaled [-] people. They were ambushed by more than [-] Tiandu troops from Xixia in Haoshuichuan and Lingluochuan.Wang Gui, the general guard of Yangmulong City, led [-] soldiers to help.There is a huge disparity between the widows and the loss of land. More than [-] Song soldiers died in battle. Ren Fu, Sang Yi, Wang Gui, Wu Ying, Zhao Lv, Geng Bo, Li Jian, Wang Qing, Liu Jun and other more than [-] generals died. The disabled survived.

The disastrous defeat in this battle was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, even worse than Sanchuankou that day.

And all the generals fought hard to death, although they pursued profits to violate integrity, they upheld righteousness and unyielding, and their names were passed down through the ages!

In the current situation, the game is just like a game.After two years of hard work, it was planned to be steady and steady, but it suddenly collapsed in front of it.Caught off guard, how can we keep things in order and clean up the mess?

Fan Zhongyan let out a long sigh.He raised his head and looked at Di Qing: "Han Chen, you came just in time. I want you to command eight hundred riders from the Shenji Camp to Huanzhou tomorrow morning. Just now the scouts came to report that after the battle of Haoshuichuan, most of the Dangxiang army retreated In Tiandu Mountain, there are [-] Iron Harriers and [-] Live Cavalry whose movements are unknown. This time you communicate with the front line of Huanqing, you must stabilize the overall situation."

Di Qing knelt down and said, "The last general takes orders!"

He stood up, with a little anxiety in his eyes: "Zhan Zhaohe Princess, do you have any news?"

Fan Zhongyan let out a long sigh, nodded and said: "It's a lucky hit! They were rescued by Wang Gui yesterday, and escaped from Haoshuichuan. They were lucky to survive, but they were all injured. They were found ten miles southeast of Yangmulong City. Now Yangmulong City is an empty city, and the surrounding fortresses are all in danger. Yasu feared that something might change, so he took them back to the northeast, passing through Slender Waist City. Do you still remember, I ordered Zhong Shiheng and his son to rebuild a new city there the day before yesterday. The princess was seriously injured and it was not suitable for him to travel far, so they all went to the city to rest. I just sent a letter to Xiong Fei, ordering him to temporarily stay in the city of Slender Waist to recuperate. There is no need to rush back to Yanzhou to return to your orders. Huanzhou is only fifty or sixty miles away from Slim Waist City, so if you have a chance, you can visit him this time.”

Di Qing's breath fluctuated, and his face was full of joy: "I have been worried all day, I'm afraid they... Now that I have joined Mr. Zhong, I am free from worries... Alas, if it wasn't for the princess who insisted on going the night before, how could she go? Will you be surrounded and seriously injured?"

Fan Zhongyan shook his head and sighed: "Follow me wholeheartedly, we will die soon...Under the word love, there are so many stories, so many sorrows and joys..."

Di Qing sighed in his heart.He looked up and saw that Fan Zhongyan was tired, and there were still many documents to be dealt with, so he bowed to Fan Zhongyan and said goodbye.

He walked out of the study and walked along the corridor to the backyard.Along the way, I felt that my heart seemed to be tightly blocked and I couldn't breathe.

The shame of being defeated in the battle of Haoshuichuan was shared by everyone in the Song camp.He has always been a leader in the Song Dynasty, and he feels frustrated and full of grief and anger, but he doesn't know where to vent it.

Walking to the door of his bedroom, he opened the door and entered.A person in the room was standing in front of the bed adjusting the quilt, when he heard him coming in, he suddenly turned around.

The cinnabar is full of cinnabar, embedded in her delicate forehead.

That night in the big tent of the Chinese army, Di Qing angrily scolded Bai Mudan and took Nalan away in public.That night, Di Qing ordered her to stay in his room.He set up a small low couch on the side under the bed, and it was right to act as a place for her to sit and sleep.Afterwards, Nalan still went to work in the stable every day, changed into clean clothes at night, went back to Di Qing's room to sleep, and usually did some cleaning chores in Di Qing's room.The whole army only knew that she was already a prisoner in Di Qing's camp, but no one knew that Di Qing had always been respectful of her and never offended her.

Di Qing silently walked to the table and sat down.Nalan quietly walked to his side, picked up the teacup, and poured tea for him.

Di Qing looked at her, and said slowly: "I will leave Yanzhou temporarily tomorrow morning. You will still live here when I am away. You are always under the orders of Manager Fan. Be careful when you do your errands, and don't make any mistakes."

Nalan nodded, and suddenly asked softly, "When... will you come back?"

Her voice was timid, as if she was afraid of offending him inadvertently.

Di Qing withdrew her gaze: "I don't know either. I'm afraid it will be after the vernal equinox."

Nalan nodded: "Then... I will pack your bags for you."

She was about to walk away, but Di Qing grabbed her sleeves: "Those have their own personal guards to do it. You...you stay here and talk to me."

Di Qing was usually reticent.Although Nalan didn't know the news of Hao Shuichuan's defeat at this moment, he could also see that Di Qing's expression was gloomy, which was very different from the past.These days, although the two of them lived in the same room, they rarely talked.For a while, she didn't know what to say.

Standing in front of the table, her eyes drooped, she saw Di Qing's mask lying on the table, and asked softly, "Your mask is the face of a Kunlun slave?"

Di Qing whispered: "Not bad."

Nalan said slowly: "I heard that the Kunlun clan has been born as slaves for generations, which is somewhat similar to our Wuhuan clan."

Since Di Qing met her, he has never heard her mention his life experience.His heart moved, and he couldn't help asking: "How...how did you come here?"

Nalan lowered his brows and said slowly: "Our clan has lived at the northern foot of Helan Mountain for generations. 20 years ago, the party gang invaded and wanted to slaughter our entire clan. In order to save the lives of thousands of our clansmen, the patriarch humiliated and agreed. They, the Wuhuan people, have been slaves to Dangxiang for generations. From then on, every family will send out a child every three years, the male will be a soldier and the female will be a slave until they die."

Di Qing knew a thing or two about the tragic history of the Wuhuan people early in the morning.He was originally a very hard-hearted person, but when he heard Nalan tell this story with his own ears, for some reason, he felt sad for her.

Nalan continued: "I was given to Xia Jun by my family when I was 15 years old. It has been two years now. I used to do some washing and mending in Wayaobao, until Wayaobao was broken by Master Ren. , was led to your Song camp in Yanzhou."

Di Qing leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes: "15 years old... Are your parents so cruel?"

Nalan said indifferently: "I asked them to send me out."

Di Qing opened his eyes: "Why?"

Nalan said in a low voice: "If they don't send me out, my parents will send my younger brother to replace me. My younger brother was only 13 years old at the time. I came out earlier to be a slave, but I suffered a little bit. My younger brother came out , but he is going to be sent to be a son-in-law."

A girl is not allowed to marry a neighbor, and a boy is buried with herbs.In troubled times, this is the case.

Di Qing sighed: "Even if you sacrifice yourself, your brother won't be able to escape next year. What's the point of that?"

Nalan raised his head, his gaze wandered, as if he was looking far away: "At least, dragging on for these three years will allow him to live for three more years... He is 15 years old this year. I haven't seen him for a long time. I'm afraid it's already a long time." taller than me..."

As soon as the voice stopped, she came back to her senses and said in a low voice: "In my life, I'm afraid I will never see the snowy peak of Helan Mountain again."

Di Qing's heart skipped a beat.He was still sitting at the table, suddenly stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her in front of him.His breath rose and fell deeply, with tattoos on his face, he pressed tightly against the clothes under her breasts without a single gap.

She was taken aback, and stared down at Di Qing in a daze, letting him wrap his arms around her waist, not daring to retreat and struggle, nor dare to touch her.

Just like that, hugging each other, hurting each other, all peaceful and silent.

The author has something to say: After the Battle of Haoshuichuan, Hajime needs to take a breather.The same is true between Qingzhao and Qinglan.

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