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Pull the snow to find spring, and burn the lamp to continue the day.

They don't know each other, so they can only drink.

The two of them sat opposite each other across the table. In this annoying situation, talking about love is always frivolous, and it is not appropriate to talk about war. Going around, you can only hear the wind blowing outside the tent.

He Lianyun was extremely tall, sat up straight and pushed against the tent window without poking.His forehead hair was tied neatly, exposing his forehead, and then covered with a carved gold crown, his eyebrows and eyes were not very clear under the lamp, only the eagle pattern on the crown was clear.

"Your Excellency has worked hard all the way to the north." He lowered his eyes and looked at the young master of Nanjun opposite him: "I don't know if it is the friendship between the monarch and the minister, or is there another plan?"

"A king is not a king, and a minister is not a minister. How can there be friendship. The Hanhai horse in the north is famous all over the world, but it is just a moment of curiosity, and I want to ride it."

Zhou Tan went to his waist and touched the wine pot that was filled in front of Beiqian. After going to the plug, he shook it a few times, and shook out the full fragrance of cold plums.

Playing a machine front is always like a difficult thing that drags people down, even those who are good at it may not be willing, the two are almost silent at the same time, one looks at the zenith, the other looks at the feet, and no longer makes a sound.

"The covenant has been made early, and I have no intention of breaking the promise. Besides, there are no rules or rules here. If you wish to leave, no one will criticize you." He Lianyun raised his jaw, pursed his lips straight as if avoiding something.

The familiar sense of disobedience surged up again, and Zhou Tan almost brought a smile from his eyes to his lips: "The majesty and the Marquis of Pingliang fought bloody battles in the storybook, and they actually speak the same way." The rest of the words Has been hidden into the smile.

He smiled extremely brightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he was caught in the eyes from top to bottom, He Lianyun inexplicably remembered some poems that he couldn't read smoothly when he was young.

"Pull the snow to find spring, and burn the lamp to continue the day. What does this mean, father?"

"Probably, the spring scenery always has to be swiped and swiped with difficulty before it can be seen?"

The man had a miscellaneous book rolled up in one hand, and was chasing a horse in front of the door with a snow shovel. He forced the black horse into a snow-colored bald spot, and answered very perfunctorily.

Thoughts swirled in his mind, outside the pass where the spring breeze did not dare to pass, it seemed that half a branch of spring willows could be seen fluttering ostentatiously, even the ten miles of spring water of the Yanchen River could not reduce this luster.

It's better to drink alcohol, when the drunkenness comes up, it's better to have less cranky thoughts.

He dragged out the silver pot from under the table, and raised it across the table as a gesture.The silver pot collided with the jade pot, making a few sporadic noises.

A sandalwood bed was placed in the green tent, and the servants who moved the bed laboriously dug up and down the bed, and found piles of bits and pieces, from rattle drums to jade plate strings, pony ponies to clay dogs, everything that one expects to find was like a street stall. Find a shop sign to fool tourists.

"This is an old thing in the middle account, so let's make it up for now, my lord." Pu Yun scratched his head and smiled at him, his simple and honest face was as red as charcoal.

There are not many retinues in the middle tent, compared to the imperial guard camp in Nanjun, it is simply shabby. The Bodhi Bodhisattva Bodhisattva in Yishui is barbaric. Zhou Tan recognizes people in a trance. It's choking.

"You..." He leaned half his body on the table, grabbed the pony and looked at it: "Your Majesty, do you believe in Buddhism?"

"Ah?" The tall and strong iron tower looked back at him, but fell into the crack of the bed and got half of his body stuck.

"That's it."

Yujing often said that the people of the Northland burned, killed and looted, and the sky would not take them in. They all looked like saints or fools.As he thought about it, he wanted to laugh again.

The Hanhai iron cavalry did not sleep peacefully at night, the war horses were crowded outside the tent, and the white horses under the white moon were still floating like clouds. Open your hands to circle the white shadow.

The white horse recognized him, and it only stopped for a moment, and finally it was a haughty greeting, and then pulled the rein and ran happily.

Zhou Tan was almost pulled backwards by it, the reins flowed like water, and it was difficult to hold back even if he tried secretly with his calm wrists.

He Lianyun looked at him from the black gold saddle, and after waiting for a long time, he held the rope for him with one hand.

Under the strong force, the white horse was strangled until its head was crooked and its eyes slanted, and even the saliva spewed out, and it made a whining sound.

"Open your palms and use some force." The voice floated into my ears from the horse's back.

Zhou Tan raised his eyebrows and looked up at him, reaching out his palm to receive it.The rein was folded into a ball and entered the palm of the hand, with a few wisps of warmth.

He exerted some force to drag the horse back, but he didn't turn over, he just held on loosely and didn't make a sound.

Like waiting for an answer.

"He Lianyu's strength is considered strong in the front line. You are not inferior to her, you must just hold the sword much more, and the strength is on your fingers." The response was spoken out almost immediately.

"You are, frankly."

Although the Maharaja is not wearing armor, standing on the horse is like a black and dense wall. The wall is running hard, wrapped around the horse's hooves and mixed into a cloud of dark clouds on the side of the sky.

Zhou Tan dragged the horse and walked slowly on the grass. It was just a river, and the grass on both sides grew very differently.

Some window papers were punctured within a few days, but he didn't feel embarrassed or dangerous. The cool wind from the north shore blew without hesitation, without thinking, regardless of whether it was a man or a ghost, whether it was a man or a woman. I only care about blowing back and forth from south to north and north to north.For a moment, all the wounds and skins in his body seemed to be chasing after the man.

Helian's Northland is really interesting.The smooth white hair blew to the tip of his nose, the horse walked unwillingly, and was still thinking about galloping, and the vigilant Chun Equinox with long braids came to call him, only to see the plain-faced young man thinking to himself mind.

"What is your son thinking?"

"Guess..." He teased with a smile, holding the knotted braid with one hand.

"I guess, you are thinking about what to eat tomorrow again."

"The big thing is nothing more than that." He pinched the pony's tail and pulled it, regardless of the grievance in the horse's eyes.

If this horse could talk, it would have howled a long time ago.Chun Equinox shrank his head, thinking to himself.

Chasing horses and training eagles are both interesting things. He trod the grassland back and forth, and he was waiting for the tail that followed behind him to catch up, so that he could have a thorough look.

The ten-mile guard of honor on the way here was scattered in the south of Changzhou. In the end, there were only a few people left holding the carriages into the north. The closest relatives were there three or four times. Those who followed were considered skinny ghosts.

He opened the tent door and walked towards the stove skillfully. The fireworks extinguished the last inch of anger in his heart, and even his panacid stomach calmed down without waves.

This green tent seemed to be interested, and it stopped as if devoting itself to the heart, neither going north nor moving east, just cooking a pot of mutton soup by itself every day, and the scent of a nest drenched people thoroughly.

Lang Jun chased the horses by the green tent for three or four days, and swallowed several big bowls of meat soup.Finally, in the night wind, I heard the arrow breaking through the wind.

He turned out the knife buried under the bed. Although the force in his palm was unskilled, the back of the knife could block it neatly.

Han Haiqi moved at the same time, and a series of sounds of swords and swords began to resound everywhere.He Lianyu's outer robes were left in the tent, and she broke through the window with a knife on her shoulder. She saw the confrontation in the tent, but she hadn't pulled out the knife yet, and was swept away lightly as if someone was disgusted.

"Go and stand." Zhou Tan turned his head in Yuli when he had just held the knife.

The assassin was disguised everywhere, but he pasted the words "Assassination" on his forehead.He was still dressed in black, and his face was still masked. He wanted to know who the killing move was aimed at.

The visitor was hacked into a gourd of blood in twos and threes, and his death was scribbled. The blood on his chest flowed from the top of the tent to the end of the tent, and there was nowhere to hide.

Zhou Tan put his left foot on top of his right foot, skillfully found a clean place to stay, and stood on one foot to touch the wet towel hanging on the curtain.

The knife was wiped clean to reflect the light, and his hands were still dripping with blood. He shook his fingers, and the broken blood beads were added to the pool of blood, and the white fur blanket was even more messed up.

The majesty wore a cloak and rolled up the curtains, and met his eyes through the flesh and blood on the ground.

"The people who come to save you are still unable to move, but there are many who come to kill you."

"Kill people and set fire to return home." Zhou Tan walked around the ashes all the way on his socks, pointing to the sky with one finger: "Besides, the weather today is also suitable."

As he approached, the faint fragrance also approached.The tip of He Lianyun's nose moved slightly, and suddenly felt that the wind in his head tonight was a little weak.The meridians that were squeezed hard began to flow like they had melted.

He looked up at him with eyes that could not be lifted, and brought the extremely faint breath closer, probably it was the incense of the young master.

The boundary of the supply department seemed to respond, a fire was lit under the white moon, and the tongues of fire rolled up in the dry wind to lick the grain and grass piled up in the house.

The closed heavy door was shrunk tightly enough, and three or four layers of clay walls stood against it for a while, holding on to the cold river water that was brought back by the cart.

The fire under the dry weather was quickly extinguished, and Pu Yun waved the bucket to crush the sparks, and the garrison, which had been in chaos for a while, finally calmed down a bit.

The corpses thrown on the ground were turned over and over again, and the dead men always had a way of dying in battle, without any clues left.

The luggage department was still wading in the water, the sound of buckets colliding could be heard everywhere, and there was no one to clean up. He Lianyu held the blade to collect the bones, and the gold-plated long knife was very fast when used to shovel the soil.

Qingming bumped into the attendant of the middle tent who was walking from afar, dropped the bucket and took the still steaming sugar figurine, Bodhi touched his head and asked, "Young Master Zhou, what kind of incense do you usually smoke?"

"Harmful." He was sticky and sucking the syrup: "Young master, how can you look so elegant? Incense? The Chunjiang Huayue from Laoshizi Poyue Merchant has already been put on the table by him, and the rest is not much. It’s special, you can find it everywhere in South County. Except it’s a bit more expensive.”

Bodhi frowned slightly, and stroked the remaining thick paste on his finger.

A team of scouts walked back along the Yuchuan River, their horseshoes brushed through the fresh green grass and trees in Nanjun, and crashed into the tents of the station.

The Bodhisattva took off the light helmet on his head, and walked quickly among the burning candles.He was shorter than the usual Northlanders, and he brought out a shadow when he walked fast. The shadows of this person passed by in an instant, and he couldn't even distinguish his face, and it was even more difficult to remember.

"There is indeed an ambush on the Yuchuan River."

"Who is in ambush?"

"The school of view and action should be the soldiers and horses of the government, but the arrow feathers are cast in Changzhou." He hesitated.

He Lianyu spilled the wine in the glass, and the coals in the tent sizzled immediately: "Changzhou Lu family?"

There was a line of vermilion floating on her straight lips, it was unknown whether it was the remaining lip fat or the color of blood twisted: "How can you not get bored of this black pot after carrying it on for so many years?"

He Lianyun tilted his head to look at Zhou Tan, his vision first brushed over the mole on his neckline, and then slowly and deeply fell into his eyes.

Lang Jun's eyes were slightly haloed and dim, and his fingertips unconsciously landed on the Zhongzhang Wangdao lying on the side.

The king's knife was horrifyingly long, and when it fell into his knuckles, it was inexplicably entangled with more meaning.

He also has a mole on his thumb, which is hidden on the side of the finger, and it only moves slightly when the finger is opened, like an annoying butterfly on a white jade, only spreading its wings to scratch people's hearts.

"It shouldn't be like this." Zhou Tan twisted the words on the tip of his tongue and responded slowly.

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In order to keep the progress in sync, 1/3 of the second week.