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Yellow sand fills the sky.

Lu Chengfeng let go of his development and pulled his feathers, forced himself to take two steps and kneeled on the ground, his whole body was on the verge of falling.

"Chengfeng—" Jiang Yunnan's call came from the slope, and they quickly found her.

Lu Chengfeng was supported on the horse, and the smoke was billowing in the distance, and the war was raging in the sky. She was on the horse alone, and saw the boundless bleakness under the night, and the soldiers around her were all looking at her.

It was late at night when Lu Chengfeng arrived at the temporary tent, and Cheng Yao came forward with a solemn expression: "Chengfeng——"

Lu Chengfeng didn't say a word, he opened the curtain and went in. The tent was full of wounded soldiers. Zhuo San was lying on the temporary wooden bed with many scars on his body. The wounded soldiers around were taken care of, and he was the only one who waited.

Lu Chengfeng squatted down beside him.

Seeing her, Zhuo San heaved a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Master."

He stretched out his hand slightly, and Lu Chengfeng held it and said, "I'm sorry—"

"Master—" he interrupted what Lu Chengfeng was about to say: "I am the one who will follow. More than half of the two thousand Qingqi were killed or injured. This is already the best result, but—"

As Zhuo San was talking, a mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out, Lu Chengfeng's eyes turned red, and his voice was choked up, "Zhuo San—"

In order to prevent the Qiang Hu soldiers from being injured too badly, the sword and spear pierced his stomach and intestines, and there is no cure for him. It is a miracle that he can hold his breath until now.

Zhuo San forcibly swallowed a mouth full of blood, and actually smiled, but his eyes gradually faded, and he said slowly in the blood: "So... I made my wish... Regardless of my fame... Regardless, my mother Quan... You know, I will also be... I am relieved that I was not in vain... Zhuo Si... Ye... struggling to support... these years..."

Lu Chengfeng couldn't bear it: "Zhuo San, you haven't said goodbye to Xiaoxiao—"

Speaking of Liu Xiaoxiao, a flash of light flashed in Zhuo San's eyes, but it quickly dimmed, and his blood faded, holding his last breath: "Master—Zhuo San never begged you...Xiao Xiao...she is still young, She is going to... Nanling... I beg the master to take care of her..."

Tears welled up in Lu Chengfeng's eyes, he clenched him tightly and remained still, his throat was blocked and he couldn't speak.

Zhuo San stared at her in a daze, but his hand that was holding Lu Chengfeng was gradually losing strength, showing a gratified smile, and closed his eyes.

When Zhuo Siye came to this world, he should have died in the natural disaster and man-made disaster that year. The past 20 years was an extra fate, and he has fulfilled his long-cherished wish and has no regrets.

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The night wind is bleak, and the cold wind passes through.

In the 24th year of Mingxing, in the winter of November [-]th, the border war that lasted for more than two months ended in a disastrous defeat by the Yanhu army. middle.

Five days later, the first snow fell in Subei, and the four ministers of Qiang and Hu greeted Emperor Qiang and Hu at the border. Since the envoys from Yanjing were still on the way, the two sides agreed to talk in the camp of Subei ten days later. Ten days have passed, and the agreement has three most important items: [-]. Qianghu withdraws from the Yanxi Mountains, with the Que'er River [-] miles north of the mountains as the boundary, and the garrison force at the border with Subei shall not exceed [-]. Qianghu needs to pay tribute to Yasukuni each year with [-] cattle and sheep, and [-] taels of gold.[-]. In order to show the sincerity of Qianghu, Qianghu needs to send a son of the royal family to live in Yanjing.

In the war between the two sides, Subei suffered heavy losses, and it was necessary to rebuild the defense line on the new border. In the blink of an eye, it was mid-December, the military wall had been reinforced, and the soldiers in the new camp had also been distributed on various borders.

On the morning of the [-]th, when Lu Chengfeng left the border, Dong Jiu rode his horse two steps behind her. The snowflakes were falling and the cold wind was blowing. Cheng Yao and Du Rufeng caught up after walking a short distance.

Lu Chengfeng stopped his horse, and when the two came to him, she said, "What's going on?"

Cheng Yao said: "The border is settled, and Anan can handle it by himself. I'll go home and have a rest. It won't be Chinese New Year soon."

So the four of them walked together, and the fast horse finally arrived at Pingyong City after six days. As soon as they entered the city, Cheng Yao slipped away, and Du Rufeng also ran along. When the two passed by Shengfang, it was already dark and the shop was closed.

The snowflakes fell on the ground and turned into water, and the two of them were also wet, and they arrived in the plum garden in a short while.

The guards at the gate saw someone, Lu Chengfeng entered, bright lanterns hung on the corridor, the guards who followed said: "Young master guesses that the master will return in a few days, so I specially ordered the lights to be lit after night."

Lu Chengfeng stepped through the garden gate, saw the light in the house not far away, waved his hands, and the two retreated knowingly.

Lu Chengfeng stood in the wind and snow for a while without thinking about anything, and suddenly it seemed as if he had found something.

She stepped forward, the door was open, and stepped into the house, where there was a bucket of hot water, but she didn't look at Xie Jiuxiao.

What is this for?
Lu Chengfeng didn't care, closed the door, went to the side to test the temperature of the water, and then began to take off his clothes.Lu Chengfeng had been running all the way and it was cold winter, his body felt cold, he dived into the water, and then slowly leaned aside.

Lu Chengfeng took a bath, took a dry towel to wipe, and was flipping through his clothes when the door creaked open. Lu Chengfeng flipped through it several times but couldn't find himself, so he randomly pulled out a brand new coat cover from the bottom He said, "I'm back."

As she spoke, she turned out of the screen, her eyes blurred, and she was suddenly picked up by someone in the air. Xie Jiuxiao was surprised and delighted, and her eyes lit up: "When did you come back? Is it cold? Are you hungry? I'll let the kitchen make some food." Come."

Satisfied by being hugged, Lu Chengfeng smiled softly: "I just came back, it's not cold after taking a shower, and I'm not hungry."

Xie Jiuxiao said again: "Are you injured? Where is the injury? Is it serious? Does it still hurt? Show me."

He pretended to let Lu Chengfeng come down to have a look, but Lu Chengfeng refused: "It doesn't hurt, just a small injury, it's all healed."

Xie Jiuxiao knew that these were comforting words, but seeing her face was bright and her lips were red, she thought it was all right, and said: "When you wrote the letter, you said that it would take a few days. You must be tired after traveling all the way."

Lu Chengfeng didn't speak.

Xie Jiuxiao called someone to carry the water out, carried him inside, and sat on the side of the bed.

He felt that Lu Chengfeng was in a bad mood, thought for a while, and said, "It's snowing."

Lu Chengfeng lay on his shoulder: "Well, it's snowing."

Xie Jiuxiao was silent for a moment, then said slowly and forcefully: "I will not leave you."

Lu Chengfeng got up a little bit, and Xie Jiuxiao kissed him right away, with hot lips and teeth, Lu Chengfeng closed his eyes, thinking nothing, and was slowly pulled into his arms by him.

Xie Jiuxiao whispered next to her ear: "Four full months... four months..."

Xie Jiuxiao's longing for months of separation turned into intense lust. He moved along the warm earlobe to let her feel himself, wanting her to be like him.

Lu Chengfeng was placed on the bed, and the silk-like robe was taken off in twos and threes, only then did he realize that she was not covered by an inch.

Lu Chengfeng looked at Xie Jiuxiao, and slowly stretched out his hand to caress this face. Xie Jiuxiao leaned closer and let her touch it. Lu Chengfeng stared at it for a long time, tears fell unexpectedly, and called out: "Xie Cen—"

"I'm here." He answered her, his tears were kissed clean: "I'm here, I won't leave."

Xie Jiuxiao was extremely gentle, and he called her name over and over again, his voice contained a psychedelic drug: Chengfeng, Lu Chengfeng.

Lu Chengfeng was so hot that he heard the wind again and again.

I don't know when it was, the snow was rustling outside, and the garden was quiet. Xie Jiuxiao woke up at dawn, looked down at the faint sunlight, Lu Chengfeng was sleeping soundly, maybe it was because of the heat, The arms were pressed out, revealing large marks.

Xie Jiuxiao pulled up the quilt, hugged the person and fell asleep again.