The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

Just when Lan Xishu climbed up from the front line of life and death to talk about the house while drenched in snow, the house was also drenched in snow.

With hooked eaves sticking to the wall, Lan Xiwen's [house] and Deshengmen looked at each other for nearly midnight.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the 20th year of Yongle [1422], this Lantern Festival in Beijing was moonless, and the snow smoky and finely fell all night. The taste of the new year has not faded. Before dawn, the double eaves of Deshengmen Gate are illuminated by torches everywhere, and the rows of arrow windows are like giant eyes in the cave. The smell of sharp edges.

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand. After all, the swords and bandits in the frontier are far away from here, and the comfort and prosperity of the capital make many people not so sensitive to the military.

Except Lan Xiwen!

When the mouse came back, Lan Xiwen's heart had never been at ease. He had never been to Mobei, but he had heard of it. That kind of cold and barbaric place must be very difficult.

She couldn't wait for the mouse to send him a message, so she took the opportunity to come to Deshengmen.

The Deshengmen Gate was not closed overnight, the torches were densely packed on the majestic and towering walls and watchtowers, the sergeants were full of soldiers, the snow did not see flowers, and the fine particles gradually became denser.

In the urn below, gold and iron horses are heard, there is an endless stream of vehicles and horses coming and going, and groups of well-armored soldiers gather, ordering to disappear at the gate of the city overnight.

Lan Xiwen was stuck far away in the shadow of the gable wall, his back and knees began to feel icy cold, Lan Xiwen's head gently rubbed against the wall, the cotton cap that hid his ears was pushed onto his forehead, a pair of crystal clear Bright eyes poked out slightly.

People were drinking and horses neighing, and some heralds beat their horses and roared through the Wengcheng, and shot out of Deshengmen with a sudden tense atmosphere.

The distance is too far, it is difficult to see the specific situation, but the situation of Chen Bing's sword is clear.

Three or two young eunuchs jumped out of a rather elegant carriage, twisted their waists and lifted their robes, slightly arched their backs, and trotted behind a general who was walking like a tiger in front.

The snow continued, soundless and invisible.

There is no doubt that the emperor is really going to conscript again.

Lan Xiwen confirmed his own judgment, a plan was quickly formed without premeditation.

As for the old man, make a detour!In this matter, Lan Xiwen decided to go his own way and resolutely refused to obey the old man's nagging.

In order to help Lan Xishu return to the capital as soon as possible, the only shortcut is to make contributions in Mobei as soon as possible. Lan Xiwen feels that he can't wait in the capital. The emperor personally conscripts, this is a good opportunity for Lan Xishu to make contributions.

Lan Xiwen and Lan Xishu learned to be bold and reckless. It's not that Lan Xiwen has no character, but she doesn't show her character easily. This is obviously different from Lan Xishu. Lan Xishu is afraid that others will not know that he has Personality, so the performance always makes people feel that there is a personality.

When Lan Xiwen was thinking of Lan Xishu, he pursed his lips and smiled softly to himself. His hands and feet were coordinated, and when he slid down the ridge of the second floor of Chaoyang Building, he stepped on the wall gracefully, sinking into Jing'er Alley like a cat. In the shade.

Must surprise my brother!

This thought could not go away until Lan Xiwen was hiding from the patrolling guards on the edge of the big fence, and there was a faint unbearable excitement in his heart.

Every adventurous idea will make her think of a way to put it into action, this character is exactly the same as Lan Xishu.

Accustomed to night walks, Lan Xiwen has the mischievousness of a young girl of the same age, and also has the fearlessness in the face of danger that ordinary young girls do not have.

Walking through the streets and alleys like a fish in flowing water, when Lan Xiwen slipped over the eaves and slid down the Huaiyuan courtyard, a figure suddenly tripped Lan Xiwen's eyes, and the door of his room opened, that was all too familiar The figure of a man blocked the door tightly, and the dark doorway seemed to have a temporary door god.

At this time, the East is slightly white!

It seems that the old man has been waiting for a long time.

You said it's not good for you to sleep more in this cold weather?

With a hundred claws scratching his heart, Lan Xiwen couldn't help but run away even if he wanted to escape, his piercing eyes couldn't be concealed by the night, those eyes fixed on Lan Xiwen, Lan Xiwen couldn't move, his little fingers twisted his waist hard A piece of jade pendant, slowly laughing.

"Dad!"

"Why don't you ask me, is there anyone who knows more about the emperor's personal conquest than I do?" A faint sigh turned into suppressed anger, which made the slightly fat body at the door no longer stiff, and the old man turned around and entered the room: "I I know what's on your mind, you're thinking about Xishu, why are you standing there, come in, I have something to explain!"

Old Goat [the original nickname given to the old housekeeper by Lan Xishu] kept gesturing for Lan Xiwen to enter the room and talk by the door. The butler's goatee bared his teeth secretly and entered the room.

The white snow foam on the threshold was swept away by her skirt.

One night of confrontation with the wolves, the bonfire half surrounded by the mountain was burning all night, the wolves stood not far or near on the opposite slope, not many, thirty or fifty would be enough to kill, a wolf on a big rock is majestic Stern, the wolf hair floating in the wind on the wolf's back made him look like a wolf god. This cool and classic posture made Lan Xishu appreciate it all night long.

Lan Xishu and his brothers didn't do anything else, just add firewood to the fire, it was really a warm night.

Sometimes wolves are scarier than tartars, especially being targeted by wolves is a very sad thing. Some wolves are really perverted, and they will quarrel with you endlessly.

Both Ge Da and Jing Yunshui have experience in dealing with wolves. Except for Jing Maang'an who is a little nervous, the two of them are the most leisurely.

Ge Da couldn't help but said to Hu Dapida, who was holding a bow and arrow and waiting in full force: "These wolves don't need to do this, they can't stand it any longer. Let's shoot two arrows at dawn to ensure that they run like rabbits."

Having said that, Hu Dapida bared his teeth and said nothing, but his posture remained unchanged.

Xia Shiyu explained that as long as the wolves don't invade, stay vigilant and don't shoot arrows indiscriminately, the boss is a little bit less mean!

Lan Xishu only prayed not to attract bigger wolves or Tartars.

The prince supervised the country and issued an edict to the world, and the emperor personally conscripted and agreed.

The mouse gave Lan Xiwen bad news, Bai Huawen and Xia Yu both accompanied him on the expedition, Zhang Kaiwang sat in Jinyiwei.

It's really bad news that the vernacular Wen accompanied him on the expedition. Lan Xiwen had a frosty face, and the old man took care of her, and she was ready to leave at any time.

There is another piece of good news. The mouse finally said that he and Ding Ya were with the army, but Xia Yu, who was a guard in Jinyi, followed the emperor's grandson. This is another great piece of good news. Lan Xiwen smiled.

Lan Xiwen suddenly felt that the task assigned by the old man was not difficult, because the mouse and Ding Ya were with the army, she no longer felt that Yu Wanma's army was weak and weak.

When the mouse finally told Lan Xiwen to wait for the good news, Lan Xiwen just laughed and didn't respond. She planned to surprise many people.