The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 395: Chapter 394
Nan Zhuohua asked, "Where are your parents?"

Bixi replied: "I am an orphan, my parents died when I was young, and I grew up with my aunt."

"What about your aunt?"

"She, went to a place far away."

Nan Zhuohua let out an "oh" and was speechless for a while.

Yun Ranyue came out of the tent: "Yaoyao."

Seeing Bixi, Yun Ranyue raised her eyes and looked at her for a moment, then closed her usual cold eyes.

Bixi's eyes trembled for a moment, and then she also retracted.

Yun Ranyue took a small cloak and put it on Nan Zhuohua's. It was the afternoon when the sun was setting, and the climate here was no better than that of the imperial city. It was the end of summer, and it was still a bit cold in the afternoon.

Bi Xipu blinked her big eyes and asked Nan Zhuohua: "Is this your master?"

Just now Nan Zhuohua told him that she came with Master.

Nan Zhuohua nodded in response.

Yun Ranyue squatted down, tied Nan Zhuohua's cloak strap, her face was still cold, without any emotion.

Nan Zhuohua turned his eyes and glanced at Bixi: "Don't you ask who she is?"

"Is it important?" Yun Ranyue smiled lightly.

Nan Zhuohua bent the corner of his mouth, it was not important.

Putting on the cloak, Bixi took Nan Zhuohua's little hand: "Go, sister will take you to play."

Nan Zhuohua looked at Yun Ranyue, and he nodded: "Be careful."

"."

In the far distance, the sun sets and returns to the mountains, and the evening wind is cool.

Yun Ranyue stood on the city wall tens of meters away, looking down at the front. Beacon smoke was everywhere, and the wilderness was everywhere. A few miles ahead was the army facing east.

Behind him, Bai Qingchen walked over slowly: "Donglin only has 15 troops, but it defeated [-] people in the Jin Dynasty. Isn't this too outrageous?"

In order to find Song Zhibai, Bai Qingchen came here a few days ago, and he has a similar understanding of the battle situation in the past few days.

Yun Ranyue still looked down at the front: "It's outrageous."

Song Zhibai and Junye had already told him that the [-] soldiers in the east were almost unkillable, with copper heads and iron arms, invulnerable to swords and guns, and their physical fitness was even more extraordinary than ordinary people.

Yun Ranyue came to a conclusion that it was not human at all.

He said: "Ji Ming knows a lot of sorcery, Wan Qiqianlong has been with him for more than 20 years, and he should also learn a lot."

Bai Qingchen realized: "It seems that Wan Chengqianlong used some kind of sorcery to win every battle. However, only Ji Ming can undo Ji Ming's sorcery."

"Then go find Ji Ming."

Yun Ranyue turned around and walked towards the tent.

Bai Qingchen frowned, isn't Ji Ming already dead?

The evening wind is blowing, and the night is slightly cool.

Jing Yu was alone, sitting on a small mound with his knees bent, holding a puppet in his hand and concentrating.

Suddenly, Nan Zhuohua's voice sounded behind him: "This puppet is Sister Leng, right?"

Jing Yu's body froze suddenly, and the palms holding the puppet tightened.

Nan Zhuohua approached him from behind and sighed: "It turns out that Sister Leng's lover is you."

Jing Yu pursed his lips, expressionless: "She told you everything about us?"

"Say a few words."

The string of wind chimes I saw in Lengshuiyi’s palace last time, the puppet Nan Zhuohua on it always felt familiar. When I saw the one in Jing Yu’s hand just now, she suddenly understood that it was only Jing Yu in Lengshuiyi’s palace, and Jing Yu This is just cold water in my hand.

Two people who can't forget each other torture each other.

Nan Zhuohua took out a puppet, which carved a cat, and she asked, "Is this what you carved?"

Jing Yu took a look and nodded, "She gave it to you?"

"Well, sister Leng gave it to me when we first met."

Jing Yu didn't speak, and closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Nan Zhuohua shrugged, "Since they love each other, why can't they be together well?"

Jing Yu said in a deep voice, "Many things are not as simple as imagined."

Nan Zhuohua chuckled lightly.

No matter how difficult things are, is it difficult for her to be reborn?

She only said: "While you are still alive, love well."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Jing Yu stared blankly at the puppet in his hand, contemplating it for a long time.

At the time of You, the beacon tower was lit, the horn sounded, and the army from the east came suddenly.

Under the city wall, the [-] army to the east was densely packed, their movements were stiff and slow, and there was a sense of lifelessness.

On the city wall, all soldiers guarded, holding bows and arrows.

Yun Ranyue was condescending, unruffled in the face of danger, her clear eyes staring at the army below the city.

Song Zhibai raised his hand and shouted: "Fire the arrow!"

In an instant, arrows rained down, and all of them fell into the densely packed east facing army. However, those people were hit by several arrows, but they still approached the city gate step by step as if nothing happened.

Sure enough, he was invulnerable, with a copper head and iron arms.

Junye wiped his old face, the corners of his mouth trembled, it was the first time he encountered such a terrifying thing after fighting for half his life.

Bai Qingchen closed the folding fan, narrowed his eyes: "What kind of monster is this?"

Yun Ranyue replied: "The corpse man."

He reached out to take the torch from the guards on the side, and threw it under the city, illuminating the approaching army, all eyes were empty, with arrows stuck in their bodies, they were still approaching, like walking corpses.

Bai Qingchen looked back: "How do you know?"

"Ji Ming said it."

Bai Qingchen realized.

It seems that Yun Ranyue has asked Ji Ming for questions.

He thought that Ji Ming was dead, but only now did he know that Ji Ming was not dead, and Yun Ranyue kept him locked in the dark room.

Yun Ranyue didn't kill Ji Ming just for today.

He was sure that Wanqi Qianlong would attack Dajin and keep Ji Ming, which would be useful at critical times.

Bai Qingchen asked: "Is there any way to deal with these corpses?"

Ji Ming gave a solution, but the efficiency was too slow, because some medicine was needed to subdue these corpses, and it was too troublesome to find these medicines here.

Yunranyue Shen Ning: "Survive tonight, take the initiative to attack tomorrow, the corpse is afraid of the sun during the day."

"It turns out that they are afraid of sunlight," Song Zhibai suddenly realized, "No wonder they attack at night."

When they fought these people, it was always at night, no wonder they didn't show up when they were white.

Looking at the army that was about to attack the city gate, Junye had a headache on his face: "Then what should we do now?"

Since we want to get through tomorrow, we must always solve the urgent needs of the moment.

Yun Ranyue narrowed her eyes slightly: "Attack with fire."

Song Zhibai asked someone to bring the oil, poured it from the city wall, threw down the torch, and instantly ignited a fire, and the corpses began to dare not approach.

Then he ordered the guards to push the crossbow machine, and threw fireballs one by one, hitting the pile of corpses, howling and rising and falling, and the smoke was everywhere.

These corpses are equivalent to the living dead, they are living people mutated with specially developed drugs, they are invulnerable to weapons, but they are most afraid of fire.

Half an hour later, those corpses couldn't stand the fire attack and all retreated.

The smoke was billowing, and the night was filled with the smell of burnt corpses.

Yun Ranyue and the others went back to the barracks to discuss the matter of attacking Donglin tomorrow.

In the middle of the night, the guards reported outside the barracks: "Young Master Ling Po, someone is looking for you outside the city gate."

"Looking for me?" Ling Po was slightly startled: "Who is it?"

"The visitor didn't say anything."

Ling Po looked back at Yun Ranyue, Yun Ranyue looked at the military map without raising her head, and nodded.

Ling Po walked out of the barracks, he stood on the city wall, saw the person coming below, his pupils froze: "Want to be drunk?"

The man sitting on the horse had the cloak behind him stained with dust from the journey.

He didn't wear a skirt or veil today, he wore a brocade robe and long hair pulled high.

The son is like jade, beautiful and beautiful.

Ling Po was above the city, and he was below the city, looking at each other.

"Ling Po, I'm here to find you."

Wan Qingzui spoke softly, and his voice drifted through the night to Ling Po's ear, "I'm not going to be the princess of Donglin anymore, and I don't want to inherit the throne of Donglin. For the rest of my life, I want to be by your side."

Making this decision was not Wan Teng Qingzui's whim, but his deliberation in Donglin during this time.

He didn't want to inherit Donglin's throne, and his mother, the emperor, would not let him inherit the throne either.

From beginning to end, he was just a puppet.

Wan Qiqianlong let him dress up as a boy and made him the queen princess since he was a child, because he was weak and easy to control. Wan Qiqianlong has been looking for the demon spirit heart, just to maintain his appearance and immortality, and to be a master forever The empress who is coming.

It is impossible for her to pass on the throne to Wan Teng Qingzui, just to let him cover his ambition.

Wan Tu Qingzui raised his eyes, his eyes were as bright as night stars: "Ling Po, do you accept me?"

A person's life is too short, he wants to live a good life for himself.

I seem to remember that there is such a passage in the Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha said:
I finally understand that there is a kind of thought in the world, which cannot be described in words, rough and sad.

The echo is full of twists and turns, but what is waiting is persistence.

Just like the plateau under the moonlight, there is a faint and foolish smile.

Laughing that the vanity is gone, the moonlight is like washing.

Laughter passed away quietly, flying thousands of flowers.

Who is that gently trembling lily, under your clear brilliance, it will never change from ancient times.

Who has those scorching and passionate eyes, climbing up while you nod your head.

Distant sadness, through thousands of mountains and rivers.

Even if the wind on the plateau can't blow away, the persistent back.

Even if the frost before the morning does not melt, the warmth in my heart.

You stay quietly under the moon, and I will come quietly.

So here he comes.

Ling Po looked at him for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

He figured it out, one cannot live too soberly in one life, otherwise one will worry about gains and losses, and live very tired.

Sometimes it's not bad to get drunk.

The floating life is gone, and the dream is drunk alone.

Ling Po flew down from the city wall and came to Wan Teng Qingzui, "Following me in the future will be a day of swords and swords, and it may put you in danger, are you afraid?"

Wan Cheng Qingzui chuckled lightly: "With you here, I'm not afraid."

In the end, Ling Po let go of the hurdle in his heart.

He hooked his lips and stretched out his hand: "Then I will try my best to protect you."

Wan Tu Qingzui looked at the hand in front of him, he smiled, slowly put his hand in Ling Po's palm, and got off the horse.

There is a feeling that is only related to love, not gender, and is longer than years.

Ling Po took Wan Tu Qingzui to find Yun Ranyue.

Seeing the two standing in front of him, Yun Ranyue was stunned for a moment, and then Ling Po explained his feelings to him.

Yun Ranyue didn't have any accidents, she just said one sentence, as long as you are willing.

He can't be the master of things between them, but he can bless them.

　That Buddhist poem quotes Tsangyang Gyatso's love poem
　　
　
(End of this chapter)