fluttering night wind

The author has something to say: Go back to the hometown to sweep the tomb in Qingming, and try to update it as much as possible.

Yan Xing is in good condition and is out of danger, but his physical strength has not yet recovered. Zi Ying moved him to another room and let Yan Feng take care of him at ease.

Now the girl is lying quietly on the straw mat in the main room, the little bit of warmth from before has long dissipated.Her figure is slightly thinner than Yan Sheng, but her face is seven or eight points similar. Mencius imagined that when she was alive, how her green temples were like clouds and she was full of love, her beauty was full of pride, her sword was bold and her heart was like spring. In the flowers, wishful thinking in the qin, which makes people dare not stare at them.

Meng Ziying blamed herself in her heart, if she saved all the time spent staying on the road and came earlier, would she be able to save the girl's life?Or maybe this girl has already overdrawn her life, reluctantly holding on just to convey that lingering warmth and nostalgia to her brother through herself?

It's no wonder Bai Yansheng valued her so much, if Bai Yansheng was here, watching her most beloved sister turn into dust, colorful clouds easily disperse, and glazed brittle, what would she do?

Meng Ziying clasped his hands together, tears filled his eyelashes, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Sister Yanrong, I have to give Brother Bai an explanation."

Starting from Yan Rong's hair, he inspected it inch by inch with both hands, and when he reached her neck, he saw a piece of red rope hanging on her chest, but there was no pendant.Unbuttoning her underwear, she saw that her chest and abdomen were shriveled, obviously she hadn’t eaten for many days, a piece of cloth was wrapped around her abdomen, and there was a bruise when she pulled it apart, it had been two or three months, and it felt like it had been broken A rib with uneven joints, Ziying couldn't imagine how she took her two younger brothers to endure the severe pain and hid in the mountains.He was even more surprised when he touched Yan Rong's arm. There were scratches and cuts all over the wrist, and the blood stains were printed through the cloth strips. Qianying couldn't see clearly either.

Even after walking through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Meng Ziying could no longer face such a woman.He hastily tidied up her clothes, and ran out as if fleeing. Standing in the courtyard, he lowered his head and wept, and sometimes gasped for air.

After a while, he vaguely heard voices coming from the next door, as if the geese were waking up, so he wiped away his tears and walked over to have a look.

Bai Yanxing ate some dry food and gained strength. He leaned on Yanfeng and looked at Meng Ziying curiously. Ziying said a few words to him and asked, "Yanxing, tell me, how many days have you slept? My sister is here What are you doing? What have you been eating?"

Yan Xing shook his head, and said timidly: "I don't remember, I wake up and sleep for a while. Sister has been taking care of me, and what we eat is broth."

Yanfeng couldn't help but interjected: "What nonsense are you talking about, fourth child, there is not even half a grain of rice at home, where did you get the broth?"

Yan Xing said dissatisfied: "It's broth, I'm not talking nonsense, fragrant broth, pheasant soup. I've been drinking it, sister said I picked it up on the mountain."

Yanfeng widened his eyes, and said: "The rat soup is almost the same. Even the rat soup is gone. The whole mountain has already been caught by people. You must be dreaming of drinking broth."

Yan Xing was scolded and his mouth was flattened, as if he was about to cry, Ziying was in a daze, at this moment, he quickly touched his fleshy little face, and coaxed: "Yan Xing is good, don't cry."

Yan Xing said aggrievedly: "I want sister."

Ziying comforted him and said, "Sister is tired and fell asleep, Yan Xing will sleep well, can I get up and play with my sister tomorrow morning?"

After setting up Yanxing, Ziying called Yanfeng out.The elder brother was very calm at this moment, almost bearing the voice of Bai Yan, he suppressed his grief and said: "Brother Ziying, the geese are ignorant, so let's keep it a secret from him first, and I will arrange the funeral arrangements for sister, you tell me." do it."

Ziying said: "Go find some clothes and jewelry that your sister usually wears, so that she can walk in a decent way."

Yanfeng rummaged through the closets and found some clothes and jewelry, only a long gown that Yansheng had in the past was still intact, and he took it to wrap Yanrong.There are no coffins or burial objects at home.

The two sat silently facing each other, gloomy. After a while, Ziying asked, "What is the red string around your sister's neck?"

Yanfeng said: "It's a piece of jade pendant, and it's a pair with my elder brother. When Yan Xing just fell ill, my elder sister sent me to Yongcheng to ask for medicine. The Shu soldiers who guarded the city searched me and didn't let me enter the city. And shoot me with a bow and arrow."

Ziying heard that Yansheng and Yansheng were a couple, and it was not enough for him to describe it, so she found a pen and paper and drew a picture, put it in her arms, and said: "I'm going out to find something, you take a good look at the house, I Will be back tonight."

Ziying rode a horse to Yongcheng, it was already dusk, he tied the horse in the woods, and sneaked into the city when dusk fell, found the most brightly lit garrison, and searched it quietly.In a place with few people in the backyard, I saw two armored soldiers coming out of the house, cupped their hands and said, "General Chen, I'm taking my leave now."

The general just hummed, but did not leave the house to see them off. Ziying saw the two people walking out of the yard and was about to find their way when she heard the door closing, when suddenly a piece of tile was touched by something. "Which friend is it, come down for a while."

He jumped down boldly, went in from the front door and closed it with his backhand.There were bookshelves all over the room. A middle-aged man was practicing calligraphy at the desk. He was of medium build and dressed in a white robe. When he raised his head, both of them were shocked.

"Master Jiu, I haven't seen you for many years. You have grown up so much." The man put down the pen in his hand, looked at Ziying's face, and couldn't help sighing: "It seems that the name of "Baitou Mengjiu" should be changed."

Mencius Ying said calmly: "The wind and clouds are scattered, and the other is like rain. The general has a lot of gray hair."

Hearing the words, the man brushed off a few strands of white hair that fell from his shoulders, and said with a wry smile: "It's true that time is not forgiving."

Mencius slammed her palm on the bookshelf behind her with a "bang", and the books and ancient books shook down one after another. Finally, she couldn't help but gritted her teeth and said, "Chen Yuanda, others say that you have used the army for 30 years to run the army carefully, love the people like a son, and never commit crimes in autumn. I heard wrong, who is it that set fire to the city outside the city, and who is the one who closed the city gates regardless of the suffering of the people? I think you are worthy of the reputation of the white-robed general.”

Chen Yuanda raised his eyebrows slightly, seemed to be moved, and said with his hands behind his back: "Young Master Ninth is born smart and hated by others. I thought he had made progress after traveling far away these years, but I didn't expect it." He shook his head lightly: " The master usually teaches peerless martial arts, the learning of emperors, but he doesn't know the truth of rigidity and fragility."

Too rigid and easy to break, these four characters are like tarsal maggots, and like a poisonous thorn piercing Meng Ziying's flesh, making his face livid and unable to answer for a while.

Chen Yuanda continued: "If the ninth son leads troops, and 10 people fight a war and only pays 5 people, what will the ninth son do? Gather together and become soldiers, and disperse and become robbers. , but it can’t be broken, it can’t be built, and this generation can’t be tolerated, why is it called the capital?”

Mencius Ying's chest rose and fell, and she knew that this man was a famous Confucian general, so she couldn't argue with him easily. Thinking of the purpose of this trip, she couldn't help restraining her anger, and said in a low voice: "General Chen, I have a few small things to ask for my past friendship." .” As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper with the Yanrong jade pendant drawn on it from his sleeve and handed it to him.

Chen Yuanda took it and looked at it for a few times, the corner of his mouth raised, and said: "I found this thing for the ninth son, what can I do in return?"

Meng Ziying couldn't help scolding him thousands of times in her heart, but said casually: "When we meet on the battlefield in the future, I will stay away and let the general do everything."

Chen Yuanda was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and smiled, he dared to speak nonsense in front of him, one of the best ever-victorious generals in Western Shu, he was really a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.He laughed without saying a word, went to the window, called the servants, only opened half of the window, and hid the other half where Ziying was, handed the piece of paper outside, ordered a few words, and someone took the order and left.

Ziying waited for him to close the door again, then Fang came out from the shadows, cupped his hands at him and said, "Thank you General Chen, Ziying will take her leave now."

Chen Yuanda said: "Wait a minute. Ninth Young Master, Mrs. Qing He entrusted you to Leimen before her death. If I remember correctly, Lei Zhen died in Xiangyang a few years ago. Who are you with now? Why are you in Yongcheng?"

Meng Ziying said as she walked, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry that Ah Jiu can't tell me."

Chen Yuanda hesitated and said, "Master Ninth, don't you want to hear about the situation in the mansion?"

Mencius Ying paused, but shook her head.

Chen Yuanda was thoughtful: "Is the one with the ninth son a barbarian?"

Mencius Ying stopped holding the door, was very surprised, turned around and asked, "Why did General Chen say that?"

Chen Yuanda is well-versed in world affairs, waved his hands and said: "No, that's all, let me ask more." Knowing that there is something in his words, now it's time for Meng Ziying to give up and insist on asking.

Chen Yuanda said: "Judging from the decoration of the jade pendant, it is the Spring Water and Autumn Mountain Jade of the Hu tribe outside the Great Wall. The Nine Young Masters are looking for it with all their strength. I am afraid it is the favorite of people around."

Meng Ziying's complexion changed slightly, Chen Yuanda came from a famous family in Western Shu, his family has a long history, and he has a unique eye. Pressure in the bottom of my heart.

Mencius opened the door, and suddenly saw a man in full armor standing in the garden, who was one of the two soldiers who left earlier.

The young general in white robe saw him coming out, he bowed slightly with a sword in his hand and said, "I've seen Mr. Ninth."

Chen Yuanda said in a long way in the room: "Young Master Ninth, you started to practice the Meng family's unheard secret Hanjiang Guying Sword at the age of five, and became obsessed when you were ten. You wash your marrow, change your blood, and adjust your meridians. You must be ready. When the old man left Shu, the master told him that if he saw the ninth son, he must be persuaded to go home. This is the dog Chen Sen. Sen'er, you are the same age as the ninth son. In the same way, I came to ask the ninth son for advice."

I still remember Baitou Mengjiu, who once enjoyed silk and bamboo painting in the painting hall, flower wine in the court, a young phoenix chick, and the best lute player.The past is unbearable to look back on. All kinds of things in Jinguan City have become a dream in the gentle village.Meng Ziying closed her eyes lightly, and when she opened them again, her eyes were like swords, "I understand, if I don't defeat him, I won't be able to leave this garrison today, right?"

On a night intoxicated by the spring breeze, the sound of insects is fresh, a group of orioles are flying around, and the moon shyly reveals half of its reddish face, or it may be because of the blood and tears in the eyes of the people watching it.A green horse-drawn carriage, with a lantern hanging in front of the carriage, was running on the country road outside Yongcheng. The curtain of the carriage was blown by the breeze, and a brand new black wooden coffin of a small size could be vaguely seen in the carriage by the light. The people beat the horses fiercely, and in front of them was a deserted and uninhabited village.

Yanfeng heard the sound of horseshoes in the distance, so he couldn't help but picked up the candle on the ground and ran out of the main room.In the twilight, a huge monster kicked up dust and rushed towards him.

"Where did you get the carriage?" He just opened his mouth when Meng Ziying slid off the carriage frame, half kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help holding up the candle, seeing that his body was stained with blood and his face was very pale.He took out something from his sleeve, held it in front of Yanfeng, and asked, "Is it this?"

Yanfeng took a closer look, and found that it was the Feiyan Concentric Jade that his sister always carried with him, and he couldn't help being overjoyed: "Brother Ziying, you are so amazing, this is it."

Mencius took a few breaths, stood up, and said, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I will bury your sister after dawn, and I will take your brothers to Linxi."

He and Yan Feng worked together to carry Yan Rong's body into the coffin, and there were some funeral objects such as white cloth and paper money in the carriage, which were arranged together, and a small mourning hall was set up at home.When Yan Xing woke up in the middle of the night, Yan Feng had already told him the truth, the child couldn't accept it for a while, and developed a high fever again, shouting incessantly: "Sister, Sister."

The most important thing is that the human world can't keep it, Zhu Yan's resignation from the mirror, the flower and the tree, leaving them with only one night to mourn.

Yanfeng experienced great sorrow, great joy, ups and downs that day, and couldn't hold it anymore, so he dozed off in front of the coffin with Yanxing in his arms.Mencius knelt beside the coffin, with a letter on her lap, it was written by Yanrong to her elder brother and hadn't had time to send it yet, and she asked Yanfeng to dig it out when she was packing up.

"My sister and I don't know who learned who's calligraphy. Anyway, when she was young, she was better than me in reading and writing. I followed her to draw red, and somehow the calligraphy was like her."

He unfolded the letter paper, and there were traces very similar to Bai Yansheng's strokes, but the strokes were more forceful and the turning point was sharper, unlike the woman's technique, it was like a broken sword, even though the blade was broken, it still shone terrifyingly The white light, one stroke at a time, seems to be able to cut a person's throat.He couldn't look directly at the cold light on the paper, he only took a quick glance, and then closed it again.Such things as washing poison with blood and cutting flesh to treat relatives have only been read in books, and I have even laughed at it.He stared at the face of the person in the coffin, and he could never imagine the cruelty and determination of such a beautiful woman who cut off the flesh and blood of her body just to save her younger brother.

He looks so similar to Bai Yansheng, yet so different, completely two kinds of people.Holding the blood-stained jade pendant in his hand, he was extremely at a loss.