Yu Jun

Zell was crying.

He gritted his teeth, swallowed his cries, and sobbed breathlessly. One of his heads almost shook like a rattle, and his two shoulders kept shaking. Occasionally, a few cries came out from between his teeth, and they sounded like wolves howling and ghosts. .

The tears were gushing, hot, and flowed all over his face, hands, and body. His mind was pounding, feeling dizzy, swollen, and painful.

He was in the dark night, and the cold wind blew from his feet to the top of his head, freezing him into a solid piece of ice. He was born in the wilderness and grew up on horseback. He should have been used to such cold, but for the first time, he felt unbearable.

Mo Lingfeng's hand pressed on his shoulder, and he took out one hand to shake it off. This hand came up again, with the weight of gold and jade, and the touch through the clothes made him nostalgic.

He likes Mo Yefeng.

The first time he met Mo Lingfeng, he gave her a white stone, hoping that his god would protect her.

When I saw her again, she was covered in blood.

She said, "I am your God."

She said: "I am not only in charge of your life and death, but I can also control your emotions."

She said, "As a believer, you should have great respect for God."

He was full of fear, awe, and joy, because she had a supreme magic for him - making him have a form, a heart with feelings, an eye with things, and a soul that was not empty; it was difficult for him to think by himself, to realize by himself, to leave by himself, and to be silent. In silence, desire arises from emptiness.

How could he not cry? He just poured the blood of hatred on his beloved flowers, and then Wu Jin appeared, catching him off guard and unable to fight back.

There is no more hateful person than Mo Lingfeng. He is heartless, heartless, and sexless, but he can make all kinds of mistakes in his life.

He stopped crying, shook off Mo Lingfeng's hand again, stood up shivering, took the handkerchief Mo Lingfeng handed him, and wiped his face hard.

The anger and grievance in his heart flowed away with the tears. With his eyes and nose red, he stuffed the handkerchief into his arms and glanced at Mo Lingfeng.

There was no light, and Mo Lingfeng was stuck in the shadows. Her face was not clear. She could vaguely see her eyebrows knitted together. She looked understanding but not sympathetic. She became increasingly cold and ruthless, which was chilling.

Zell immediately became furious and felt a sense of suffocation, with nowhere to go.

"Madman," he cursed angrily, "Madman!"

Mo Yefeng didn't say anything back, not because he felt sorry for Zell, but because he didn't know whether he was scolding her or himself.

Zell straightened his expression: "I want to go back to Huluhe to find my people."

Mo Lingfeng nodded: "Okay."

Zell laughed, and he felt that the laughter was harsh - of course he knew that Mo Liangfeng would not keep him, but he did not expect that she would agree so quickly and so confidently.

Mo Lingfeng stepped forward and continued to wander in the garden: "When are you leaving?"

"tomorrow."

He didn't know whether the peace talks could be achieved. It would be best to take advantage of the truce between the two parties before the peace talks. The Shuo River was frozen, from Shuo River to Hengshan and then to the Hulu River.

"I'll give you a box of gold and silver. When you go back, don't work for Jin Lu again."

He stopped and stopped following Mo Lingfeng. There was a roaring sound in his ears, blowing from Hengshan to his ears.

"Okay." Mo Lingfeng moved forward with his hands behind his back, suddenly looked back at him, and said with a smile, "Maybe we can meet again in the future."

Zell stood there, his hands and feet were cold, but his heart suddenly felt warm: "The Stone God bless you."

On the [-]th day of the [-]th month, he took the coils given by Mo Lingfeng and the pottery xun given by Cheng Ting, prepared dry food and water, along with a long knife, bow and arrows, rode a good horse out of the city, and followed him along the Shuo River. The path that my father and brother once walked.

He walked away with a full load, but seemed to have nothing. He turned to look at the city gate, shouted "madman" in a low voice, and then walked into the vast snow.

At the same time, a group of merchants with weathered faces returned to the city from Jinlu. Huang Yiren was caught in the mixed group. He was wrapped in a camel fur and wore a fur hat. Most of his face was huddled in the camel fur skirt, leaving only the exposed area. A pair of capable eyes are outside.

During this trip, he escaped the pursuit of the Mo family. Although the journey was dangerous, he was able to eat and drink enough, and he had medicine for his injuries, and his spirit recovered very quickly.

After entering the city, Liu Boyu went to see Mo Qianlan with a scroll of portraits. Huang Yiren refused to enter the Liu family and left the rhinoceros horns and other items smuggled back by the Liu family on his horse. He quietly left the team while going to the latrine.

He changed into unobtrusive coarse linen clothes, hunched over, sat in the foot shop, drank a bowl of crude tea, and ate a large bowl of mutton noodle soup.

While eating, he inquired about tomorrow's peace talks.

The news said by the King of Wei was true. Mo Qianlan had indeed hooked up with the Jinlu and used the wealth of ten states to exchange for peace for his family.

After the two dynasties discuss the oath in detail tomorrow, Mo Qianlan will personally hand over the secret to King Jin's son.

He wants to blend into the peace talks team and wait for the opportunity.

After hearing that Hou Fuzhong and Li Qing were accompanying him, he put down his soup bowl, took out a handful of copper coins to pay, and headed to the Hou Mansion.

At noon on October [-], Mo Qianlan discussed the details of the peace talks with the officials of Kuanzhou. Mo Lingfeng returned to Baozhai to arrange the peace talks manpower.

At Mao hour on October [-]th, when the sky was just getting brighter, King Wei, Mo Qianlan, Hou Fuzhong, and Li Qing, surrounded by guards and entourage, headed for the fortress. Huang Yiren was among them, changed his appearance, and bowed his head in silence.

A group of people left the city and headed from the racecourse to the fort. King Wei had been in prison for a long time. Today, when he went out, although he was still shouting and cheering, he felt as if he was about to be executed. His face was pale, his eyes were black and blue, his soul was floating against the sky, and he was riding on a horse with two legs. Stiff and unable to straighten.

He looked at the scene outside the city uneasily.

The withered grass on the horse farm lay in the ice and snow, forming rings and sheets, with clumps of horse dung mixed in between. The cold wind whistled back and forth without any hindrance. Except for the soldiers, only a few people came out to pick up horse dung. A deserted scene.

The Shuo River is frozen, the quicksand is still, the fortress is high, and the suspension bridge has not yet been lowered. Across the ice, you can see the towering city walls and forest-like black flags. The flags stretch in the wind and make a roaring sound. The word "Mo" is clear on it. visible.

Countless dynasties that remained standing were crushed by thousands of armies.

Du Tou, who was waiting at the racecourse, blew his horn, and the iron chains in the fort clattered. Fine snow drifted down and fell on the ice. The suspension bridge slowly fell with a "crunching" sound, and finally hit the ground with a "bang". Going up to the river bank, the river wind was as cold as a knife and struck people who were coming.

A few bits of ice shards flew into King Wei's eyes. King Wei quickly lowered his head and blinked hard. The ice had turned into water, blurring his vision.

As he stretched out his hand to wipe it, the sound of horse hooves filled his ears.

The war horses ran across the solid ground, stepped onto the wooden bridge, snorted, exhaled white air, and made excited and vigorous gasps. The armor, flags, and swords and guns roared in the north wind, and the ice surface cracked with fine lines, and the sound Thin and sharp, it came like a gust of wind and rain.

King Wei was frightened, thinking that he would be swallowed up immediately, so he hurriedly opened his eyes and looked up.

In front of the suspension bridge, Mo Lingfeng was wearing armor, a hooded hat on his head, a long knife on his waist, and a red cloak. He was leading the soldiers who were also wearing armor, looking majestic.

However, in his eyes, they were just jackals, tigers and leopards, coming out in full force.