Yu Jun

Men kept pouring out from the houses on both sides, all of them looked panic-stricken.

The moonlight fell to the ground, the ice exploded, and the entire Kuanzhou suddenly turned into a wasteland. People and houses became fragments under the fire, and they would be razed to the ground at any time.

The movement of landslides and ground cracks lasted for a quarter of an hour, and Kuanzhou was silent again, leaving only the restless crowd looking at each other.

On Shishi Street, they were reluctant to wait for oil to be boiled, but the lights outside Shishi Street were brightly lit. During this change, one family after another went to the street to inquire about the news. The news was like a tide, and finally reached Shishi Street.

It's war!

A group of Qiang acquaintances who had surrendered to the city for a long time walked across the frozen glaciers, sneaked into the fortress, joined hands with the Jinlu, and attacked the fortress. .

This gunpowder got its name because it sounded like thunder, the flames soared into the sky, and the heat wave could blow out half an acre of land, destroying people and horses.

The border has been quiet for too long, and everyone in Kuanzhou City thinks that this is a peaceful and prosperous age, completely forgetting that there is an enemy country outside the fortress.

Suddenly hearing about the war, everyone stared and did not speak. After a while, there was an uproar of people's voices, which made this night, which should have been quiet, noisy and frightening.

Wu Jin's heart rose to her throat, and she froze for a long time, then suddenly stretched out her left hand, pushed aside the crowd, and ran towards the south gate.

Before reaching the south city gate, he saw a group of horses riding out of the city, whipping their whips in a hurry, splitting the crowd like a sea, and heading towards Jeju.

The voice of whispering continued, coming from the mouths of those who knew and those who did not know.

"It's from the residence of the envoy Mo Jiedu."

"It should be to pick up the soldiers on loan to Jeju."

"Is this the end of the war?"

Hearing the "buzzing" sound around her, Wu Jin suddenly thought of a line of poetry: "It's like a fire pomegranate mountain collapsing into blue clouds."

Just this sentence, before the Dragon Boat Festival this year, he helped Zhao Shiheng carry out the sunflower fan in the Mo Mansion, and gave it to the magistrate Wang Yunsheng.

This poem should be in today's world!

How could Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng have predicted that there would be a war early, and reminded Wang Zhizhou to prepare early, unless the war or the provocation here was provoked by them!
Why open borders lightly?
All the doubts in his mind were suddenly linked together, and he vaguely guessed the inhuman behavior involved.

Mo Qianlan exchanged a hundred elite soldiers for his own, so he left the soldiers in Heshan County under the pretext of suppressing bandits and searching for autumn food, and took the opportunity of the war to send the hundred elite soldiers into the chaotic fort go.

As for how Mo Qianlan would completely conceal the identities of these 100 people, he still couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Thoughts flashed one after another, and Wu Jin became a clay sculpture numbly. He didn't walk towards Shishi Street numbly until the crowd around him dispersed.

He walked into the house all the way as if his soul had come out of his body, and saw that Wu's father and mother had already lit the oil lamps, waiting for him to come back.

"Boss," Wu's mother was still in a daze when she saw that he was out of her mind and everyone came to her, "Boss! What's wrong?"

Wu Jin shuddered suddenly and came back to her senses.

He informed the battle in a few words, and Wu's father and mother were also taken aback. They were slightly relieved when they learned that they were in the fortress and did not enter the city.

Wu's mother saw that Wu Jin's expression was not right, and just wanted to go to have a look, but Wu Jin had already returned to her room.

He turned around and closed the door tightly, with his back against the door, his whole body slid down, and sat on the cold ground, his face paled in astonishment, his heart felt indescribably painful and heavy.

He thought that the court battle was just intrigue and turbulence, but he was wrong.

Big mistakes.

Looking up, he thought to himself: "It's too vicious."

In the early morning of the next day, the streets were full of people. The people in Kuanzhou City almost came out in full force. The households of the Qiang people were interrogated like never before. Everyone had fear on their faces. Wu Jin came out with the sealed small porcelain jar. Open the door and go to Mo Mansion.

He knocked on the corner door, walked from the back garden to Jiusixuan as usual, sat in the flower hall, placed the small porcelain vat on the table, and asked Qi Chang to invite Zhao Shiheng to come.

Cheng Ting followed closely and also arrived at Jiusixuan. When he saw Wu Jin, he was overjoyed: "Wu Jin!"

The artillery fire last night didn't frighten him. He is a not-so-smart dude who doesn't know how to deal with family affairs, let alone state affairs.

The reason why he came was because Cheng Taishan was upset when he heard about the war, and when he saw him rolling around on the bed coquettishly at Mrs. Cheng's place, he was so angry that he didn't even eat breakfast, so he wanted to beat him up with a slap.

Cheng Ting saw the menacing smoke coming from the seven orifices of Mount Cheng Tai, and immediately fled outside, all the way to Jiusixuan, intending to take refuge and have breakfast here.

Facing Wu Jin, he took off the thin silk scarf on his head, revealing his steaming head: "Why are you here? Aren't your hands still feeling better? Thanks to you, I'm also on vacation. "

He is an embellishment of Jiu Sixuan, Mo Lingfeng is full of swollen face, can't go to school, Wu Jin can't go to school with a broken arm, Zhao Shiheng didn't plan to teach him alone.

"No." Wu Jin reluctantly replied.

Cheng Ting reached out and touched his forehead: "It's not hot, why are you so listless, did you get scared last night?"

He sat down and yelled at the servants to carry breakfast in the kitchen: "What's so scary about that?"

He was born and raised in peacetime. He was ignorant and empty-headed. He didn't know the cruelty and horror of war.

After all, he saw that Wu Jin's complexion was still very bad, as if he had lost his mind, and he couldn't help but be very surprised - Wu Jin has always been very calm, and never showed too much sadness when he came back with his arms folded, what happened today?
He put away the noise, looked at the rough little porcelain jar on the table, thought for a while, got up and went out to find Mo Lingfeng.

Wu Jin shuddered after he left.

Jiusixuan's winter is different from the cold wind in other places.

The wind rises from the ground, born from the giant shadow cast by the ancient trees, and descends from the old and old roof, intertwined and mixed, passing through the brackets, brushing the colored paintings, getting into the door of the pavilion, and sticking to Wu Jin's body.

Wu Jin was completely chilled from the inside out.

At this time, he still wanted to get an excuse from Zhao Shiheng, so that he could continue to hang out in Jiu Sixuan who would never see the light of day.

There is a brazier next to the table, and the big yellow dog is lying on the side of the brazier, contented and free of worries. He sits stiffly for a long time before putting his hands on top of the brazier to warm it up slowly.

At this time, Zhao Shiheng came.

Wu Jin got up and bowed: "Sir."

Zhao Shiheng waved his hand, sat on the other side, and motioned for him to sit down, Qi Chang came in with tea, the aroma and heat of the tea separated the two of them.

Wu Jin drank half a cup of tea, separated the two lips, teeth, and tongue that were stuck together, and then opened her mouth: "Sir, it's like a fire pomegranate mountain collapsing into blue clouds. Is that fire from last night?"

Zhao Shiheng knew that Wu Jin would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect him to come so soon. He put down his teacup without hiding anything: "Yes, you are very smart."

Wu Jin opened the corners of her mouth and smiled, the smile was uglier than crying.

"Students still have doubts. Even if those one hundred elite soldiers entered the battlefield in the chaos, their physical appearance on the military register is completely wrong. How can they hide it?"