Yu Jun

Cheng Ting refused to leave - there was no one in the fortress, and Wu Jin was alone here, which was really pitiful.

He knew that he was not smart enough to break this fatal situation, so he followed Wu Jin, eating and drinking without saying a word. Seeing Wu Jin compose a good recipe, take the medicine and take it, he was sweating profusely for him. Didn't speak.

The two of them stayed in the middle tent and slept together, full of thoughts. He slept until the end of Yinshi, when he suddenly woke up, sat up suddenly and saw that Wu Jin had already gotten up.

The ugly wind gradually subsided, and there was a little light outside the cubicle. He pulled on his shoes, put on his short shirt and went out. He saw that Wu Jin had just finished shaving the green layer on his chin and was wiping his face with a handkerchief. His face had improved greatly, except for his cheeks. Thin and sunken.

"Li Yitie should accept you as his apprentice." He walked over, took the handkerchief from Wu Jin's hand, washed his face with hot water in the basin, then chewed the toothwood, and ran to the official room to urinate.

When he came back and sat at the Sifang table, Wu Jin had already made tea, put it in front of him, and asked, "How is the price of food in the city?"

Cheng Ting held the tea cup and took a sip: "It's no big deal. Hou Fuzhong has suppressed it, the salt has increased by 20%, and the tea has doubled tenfold. It's not a big deal."

As early as the death of the late emperor, the salt tea market had been closed, and salt tea came in from Jeju Pier. After Jeju was besieged, tea prices skyrocketed because there was not much storage.

But having no tea to drink is really not a life-threatening matter.

A large bowl of meat porridge and steamed cakes were brought to the rear camp, and the two sat across from each other to eat together. After eating, Wu Jin held a large scroll and climbed to the top of the city.

The sky was jade-colored, the sun had not yet come out, and the wind was chilly. Cheng Ting sneezed loudly in the wind, pulled up his sleeves and wiped his nose, and helped Wu Jin put the big scroll on the top of the city.

A large soap-colored banner was placed high above the city, and the flag was fluttering. Looking in the direction of the fluttering flag, one could see flying dust, gravel mixed with white bones, rolling on the ground, falling into ravines, and stirring up even more dust.

The wind howled, the bones struck each other, and the green grass fell. All the sounds were intertwined together, like music.

Cheng Ting tried his best to look far away, until the sky and the earth merged into a line, but there was no trace of Jin Lu.

"It seems that Jin Lu was also frightened by the attack and retreated to the end." Cheng Ting was relieved.

Wu Jin shook his head: "Although Jinlu's national strength is weak and he cannot attack the city for the time being, there are still a few strong soldiers stationed a hundred miles away. There are often scouts out to spy. Once they find no one in the stronghold, they will be dispatched immediately."

He stretched out a hand and touched the cold edge of the wall: "There is no smoke from the kitchen today. We can't even withstand a hundred gold prisoners."

Cheng Ting's heart beat like a drum immediately, and he shivered as if he was cold. A layer of sweat broke out on his body. He looked at the wind rolling into balls on the ground, took a deep breath, and exhaled from his mouth.

"How long do we have to guard?"

Wu Jin knew that Mo Lingfeng would attack Wangzhou on the sixth day of the lunar month and capture the undefended Wangzhou with a surprise force. Today was already the fourth day of the lunar month, and the outcome would be determined the day after tomorrow.

The message will be delivered on the ninth day of the lunar month at the latest.

If there is no message from Jeju on the ninth day of the lunar month, there will be no need to keep it - if they can stick to that day.

He replied: "Just keep it until the ninth day of the lunar month."

"That won't be a few days." Cheng Ting smiled dryly at Wu Jin, and felt a little relieved when he saw that Wu Jin looked calm.

The sky gradually brightened, the wind gradually calmed down, and a red sun emerged from the ground, illuminating the ground with golden light, unobstructed.

Cheng Ting thought to himself: "God is not good at it."

If it had been rainy and humid as in the past few days, and it was difficult for Jinlu to get out of the yellow sand, the strange situation in Gaoping Village might have been hidden for a longer time.

He also thought that because Jinluo had no information, he must not know that Mo Lingfeng had left Kuanzhou, let alone send out scouts today.

The two of them stood at the top of the city for a long time. At noon, Cheng Ting saw that Wu Jin was not in good spirits, so he took him to drink medicine and rest, while he stood by the banner with the soldiers for another half a day. As he wished, nothing happened for a day.

He felt relieved, and his body also lost shape. He walked down the three stone steps in one step and went straight to the middle tent.

Just as dinner was about to begin in the house, the soldiers brought a vat of rotten mutton, a bowl of dried radishes, and a pot of steamed buns with dried vegetables, and placed them on the table - the rear camp looked at Cheng Ting's size, estimated his belly size, and let the pot of steamed buns rise. tip.

The bowls and plates were not rich, but the portions were large. Cheng Ting went to wash his hands, took the bowls and chopsticks from Wu Jin and put them on the table. He picked up a bun and took a big bite. He looked up at Xiao Bing and asked, "Do you have any wine?"

The soldier looked at Wu Jin and saw Wu Jin nodding, saying "yes" and trotting out. After a while, he brought in a jar of rice wine and two large bowls.

Cheng Ting finished the buns in his hand, poured a bowl and put it in front of Wu Jin. Wu Jin waved his hand: "I won't drink."

So the wine bowl did not fall to the ground, but turned around and returned to Cheng Ting: "Forgot, you have a cold, I will drink less to avoid any trouble."

He stood up and scooped a bowl of mutton soup for Wu Jin: "Eat more. I'll take a nap after eating. I'll watch tonight while you sleep."

Wu Jin picked up the chopsticks and held the mutton: "Okay."

He was full after eating this big bowl of mutton, and forced himself to eat another steamed bun with dried vegetables.

Cheng Ting had a good appetite, so he ate and drank. He finished the remaining mutton soup and stuffed four dried vegetable buns into his stomach. He drank the rice wine in the wine bowl with the last gulp, wiped his mouth, stood up and walked to the compartment. : "I'll take a break."

After he had eaten, he slept uncomfortably. He curled up and buried his head in his arms. He snored continuously and in a daze, and heard the sound of a xun in his ears.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, sat up hugging the quilt, and stretched out his hands to wipe away the sweat from his sleep. His head was still like a paste and could not move.

Who is playing the xun?

Is the Leaf back?

No, could it be Wu Jin?

He lowered his legs and inserted his bare feet into his shoes. He woke up and realized something was wrong - Wu Jin didn't know how to play the xun!

He quickly bent down and lifted up the heels, pulled off the soap-colored short shirt from the clothes rail and put it on. While tying the belt, he strode out: "Wu Jin?"

As the night fell, it seemed to be the beginning of Xu hour. Wu Jin had already left the middle tent and was heading towards the city. When he heard the sound of rapid footsteps, he stopped and looked back: "Are you awake?"

Cheng Ting rushed to Wu Jin's side in one breath, panting, and the sound of xun in his ears became clearer and clearer. It came from outside the village: "Jinlu?"

Wu Jin continued to walk up until he reached the main tower. He looked around and saw no trace of the enemy. He listened carefully and found that except for the sound of the xun, there was no other movement.

The sound of the xun kept whimpering, as if echoing the sound of the wind.

His heart moved and he thought of the Qiang man named Zeer.

"It should be Zeer," he told Cheng Ting. "The Qiang people believe in the gods of heaven and earth, and the sound of the xun does not have too many tunes."

Cheng Ting unclenched his clenched fists and wiped the sweat on his clothes with both hands: "Listening to the wind and blowing the xun has no melody. It's just like ghosts crying and wolves howling. It's better not to blow."

Wu Jin shook his head: "I would like her to blow more."

The two of them listened and patrolled along the city wall. A bright moon hung high in the sky, shining with clear light. It shone down on the wild dogs that dug up the soil and dragged out the bones. Not far away, a white-shouldered eagle stood on the crenellation, with white feathers on its shoulders. , head and tail are dark brown, and the tail feathers are decorated with purple light under the moonlight. It lowers its head and picks its feathers with its gray beak. It does not panic when people move around.

The sound of the xun stopped, and Cheng Ting walked closer to look at the eagle. The eagle suddenly spread its wings, extended its two steel claws, screamed sharply, soared into the sky, and flew away through the wind.

Wu Jin stopped abruptly, his eyes burning like a torch, and he shot towards the outside of the tower.