Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 116 Life and Death Disk (2)
This is probably the first time she has folded clothes decently, Zhan Zhao smiled and pointed her at the side: "Flatten it first, fold the sleeves back, and follow the middle line..."

"It's not difficult." Duanmucui was very proud that he quickly folded one, "It's strange that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is a caring person, I can fold clothes."

"Marching and fighting is no problem, how difficult can it be to fold clothes..." Before I finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by a respectful voice from a small yamen servant: "Lord Zhan , the horse is ready."

Zhan Zhao paused for a moment before saying, "Understood."

Before I knew it, it was almost five o'clock.

The bundles were all packed, Juque lay across the table, Zhan Zhao put on his soap boots, and reached for the blue robe and belt that hung over the bed.Duanmucui was the first to take it over: "Zhan Zhao, let me do it."

"you?"

"It's the custom of our tribe." Duanmucui unfolded the blue robe, shaking in the air, "Zhan Zhao, stretch out your hand."

Zhan Zhao has never been served by others to get dressed, and Duanmucui has never been served by others, both of them are clumsy, and it is quite a struggle to dress.Zhan Zhao laughed: "The women in your tribe are really tired."

"It's not like wearing it every day." Duanmucui helped him smooth out the wrinkles on his shoulders, "Only...husband...when you travel far..."

She took Zhan Zhao's belt, put her hands around Zhan Zhao's waist: "Raise your hands."

Zhan Zhao raised his hand obediently.

"In the past, when I led troops to fight, most of the men under my command were men from the tribe. It was fine if I was outside, and I didn't bring my family when I marched outside. But if I left from the tribe, on the morning of the day when the army started, many women cried. They Dressing the husband and singing tribal songs in a low voice. At that time, I only thought that their mothers-in-law and mothers would be urged by the soldiers to beat the drums even if it was not time to raise the army. During the march, many women followed the team for a long time. Yuan... Alas, Zhan Zhao, at that time, I didn't understand their feelings..." She sighed, bowed her head to tie the buckle on her belt.

Zhan Zhao lowered his head and rubbed the top of her hair: "How do you sing that ballad?"

"what?"

"The song of your tribe, the song of parting."

Duanmucui blushed: "I don't remember."

"I must remember." Zhan Zhao insisted, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Sing it to me."

"I can't sing well."

"Lord Zhan!" There was another urging voice from the yamen servant outside the door, "It's five o'clock."

"understood."

Zhan Zhao sighed, looked down and saw Duanmucui's narrow smile, and stretched out his hand to scratch her nose: "When I come back, remember to sing it to me."

Zhan Zhao refused to let Duanmucui go out, but only told her to rest well.Duanmucui couldn't sleep, she pricked up her ears to listen to the voices outside gradually fading away, thinking of the way Zhan Zhao went out, the way he got on the horse, the way he rode away...

How did you sing that ballad?

At that time, she was very annoyed to hear such songs. She always felt that the woman's crying sound hurt the morale of the soldiers under her command. Every time she heard it, she couldn't get angry.

But those women didn't stop singing because of the general's anger or dislike. Every time they went out for battle, they put on armor belts for their husbands and sang in a low voice with tears in their eyes.

How did you sing that ballad?

She remembered slowly.

Boil the soup on the pot,

A gentleman has no return,

tasteless.

Close the window at night,

A gentleman has no return,

Be alone.

hoeing and plowing,
A gentleman has no return,

Wang Ye wept.

Willing to be the eye of a sword,

The sharp edge does not add to the gentleman's back,
Willing to be a rocking horse,
Thousands of miles away from the king.

Doing the math, Zhan Zhao has been gone for seven days.

Duanmu Cui lived in Kaifeng Mansion as requested by Zhan Zhao, and developed a new hobby, always picking the so-called exotic flowers and plants in Gongsun Ce's flower garden.

"What's so strange about this flower?" She turned the petals over and over to look at them, and almost tore them off, "Isn't it just a little bit of white in the red, hey, Mr. Gongsun, this is called a strange flower? "

"Master is right!" Xiao Qinghua looked at Duanmucui with admiration: "My master is more knowledgeable..."

"And this little yellow flower...it's everywhere in the wild..."

Gongsun Ce was so angry that he made a volume of "Shi Shuo Xin Yu" in his hand, and banged on the table: "The leaves in the wild are pointed, and this one is round, round!"

"It's almost the same, the round ones are more expensive? Hey, what kind of flower is this?" She curiously held up another white flower's receptacle, which looked like a camellia, with dense clusters of white petals The strange thing is that there is a faint green halo on each petal, plus a red strip.

Gongsun Ce was angry: "Scratch the beauty's face!"

"Scratch a beauty's face..." Duanmucui sighed, "It's fine if you scratch it with a red note, what's the matter with this green one, the beauty is so angry that her face turns green?"

Gongsun Ce didn't want to talk to her: What's the matter with this girl, except for the day when Zhan Escort left, she was very emotional about parting, the rest of the days she was in high spirits like a chicken blood.When looking at flowers, you can’t frown and recite two sad words or something, such as "I haven’t seen a gentleman, I’m worried", such as "Where is Acacia Mingyue Tower", why are you competing with my flowers? Well……

Gongsun Ce decided to enlighten her. He put down the "Shishuoxinyu" in his hand and changed the volume of "The Book of Songs·Guofeng".

"One day's absence is like three autumns; one day's absence is like three years old..."

Little Qinghua looked at Duanmucui mysteriously: "Mr. Gongsun is feeling spoiled."

Duanmucui couldn't help it, and burst out laughing, she didn't use enough strength in her hand, and actually pulled the flower holder off.Scratching a beauty's face is gorgeously upgraded to tearing off a beauty's neck.

Gongsun Ce's so-called "sexy mood" disappeared in an instant.

"You! You! You!" He was so angry that the arms supporting the table kept shaking, and he looked at the perpetrators in the flower garden through the window sash, his face turned blue and white.

Duanmucui smiled embarrassingly: "Mr. Gongsun, look... this flower is not strong at all... it will fall off if you pull it... I haven't used much force..."

You haven't put in much effort yet, what are you trying to do to turn the world upside down?

Seeing that Gongsun Ce's eyes were not friendly, and he faintly showed the demeanor of fighting monsters at night in Xuanping that day, Duanmu Cui suddenly felt bad: "Mr. Gongsun, I will pay, I will pay!"

"You pay!" Before Gongsun Ce burst into a roar, Duanmucui shrank his neck and slipped away swiftly.Xiao Qinghua Pidianpidian followed closely behind, and even fell when turning over the bricks surrounding the garden, and didn't know how many front teeth were reimbursed.

One person, one bowl, fled in despair.

When I went out, I happened to meet Zhang Long coming in, and Duanmucui hurriedly grabbed him: "Hey, Zhang Long, let me ask you, where is the flower market in Kaifeng?"

"Oh, at the back of Maxing Street, go straight along the main road, and turn a corner at the end."

Duanmucui responded, and was about to step out, when suddenly she turned her head, looked down at the ground, and said in a stern voice, "You, be honest, don't go out with me!"

Xiao Qinghua began to twirl the corner of her clothes silently, bit her lips, pointed her fingers, and might squat in a corner to draw circles later.

"Sister Duanmu, are you going to buy flowers?" Zhang Long looked at Duanmucui and then at Xiao Qinghua, "Why don't you wait, I'll go with you after I report the letter to you."

"What letter again?" Duanmucui was curious.

"Isn't it just that Xuanping has two days to go?" Zhang Long frowned, "It's been seven days in a row, and I don't know what's going on behind it. According to me, if you have anything to do, come here quickly, just hang on like this." What's the deal, huh!"

It's like crying wolf all day long, but the wolf doesn't show up for a day or two, leaving people in a state of panic—it's better to come here quickly so that people will understand it when they die.

Duanmucui's complexion was a bit wrong: "Then you should be busy, I will go by myself."

"Hey, sister Duanmu..." Zhang Long still wanted to call her, but seeing her walking in a hurry, he had no choice but to give up.

The Maxing Street in the daytime is far less lively than at night, Duanmucui couldn't help being irritable when he thought of Zhang Long's words just now.

For the past seven days, she has heard news about Xuan Ping every day.

"For two consecutive days, the night is like day, and there are two days in the sky..."

"For five consecutive days the night was like day, and there were two days in the sky..."

"It's been seven days in a row..."

Duanmucui bit her lower lip. Theoretically speaking, if there is no response, the vision should stop soon. Why are you still so stubborn every day?
While thinking about it, he walked around Maxing Street slowly, and the light fragrance of flowers lingered around him, and the more he walked in, the more fragrant he became, Duanmucui shook his head, shook his messy thoughts away, and walked quickly into the flower market go.

"Boss, where is there a shop that sells camellia?"

"Go further in, and there will be the third one."

Counting one, two, three, it really arrived.There is a large plaque on the lintel, with the words "tea garden" written on it.

In fact, Duanmucui really doesn't know anything about flowers. She pretended to know how to look at it, and she was already half dizzy.The short, fat boss with a smile on his face followed him step by step: "Girl, girl looks like an expert, what kind of flower do you want to pick?"

"That..." She cleared her throat, "Give me a pot... scratch the beauty's face."

The boss was taken aback.

When she said this, it was as easy as walking into any restaurant and yelling "bring me a plate of marinated peanuts".

"Catch, grab, scratch the beauty's face?" The boss thought he had heard it wrong.

"It's the kind of white petals with a green stripe and a red stripe on it."

"This flower..." The boss was dumbfounded, "I have heard of the small one, but I have never seen it before."

"What?" Duanmucui began to realize the seriousness of the matter, and began to stumble, "This, this, this flower, is it expensive?"

"It's so simple." The boss helped her to literacy, "Girl, this flower is the best among camellias. The little ones have always only heard the name and never seen the real thing. It's not a small lie, this In the whole of Kaifeng, it may not be possible to find one or two plants."

Just that broken flower?

Duanmucui murmured in her heart, is it really "exotic flowers and plants" that Mr. Gongsun is playing with?From her point of view, they are all ordinary. You may not be able to find one or two plants in Kaifeng, huh!

"Let's see, girl, do you want to buy something else?" The boss tried his best to make a deal.

As expected, Duanmucui is worthy of being a general, extremely capable of killing and making decisions, but seeing her eyes wandering around, she finally stopped on the most common white camellia on the ground: "That's it!"

That's it?The boss wants to cry but has no tears.

What kind of client is this? At first, he thought he was a fat sheep, but when he showed off his might, he was extraordinary the moment he opened his mouth.Later, I actually bought such a pot...

What kind of analogy to use, let’s put it this way, I followed up with a jewelry store and asked for Ocean Star, but the clerk came down in a circle and took a leaflet and ran away...

The boss didn't bother to pay attention to her, took two jingling copper coins, and almost moved the basin to her with his feet.

Duanmucui was in high spirits and didn't care at all: "Boss, is there any stone green?"

Duanmucui's right hand is stone green and his left hand is rouge, and he is blatantly forging in this tea garden.At that time, the "3.15 Association" had not yet been established, the supervision and reporting mechanism was not strong, and the anti-counterfeiting heroes were not in charge. All kinds of connivance and breeding soil made Duanmucui feel no pressure to go astray.She triumphantly wiped a little of the stone green with her fingernails, and carefully spread it evenly on the petals of the white camellia with her fingertips.The boss watched from the side until her eyeballs almost popped out of her sockets: She thought she could create a precious "scratched beauty face" by doing this?
Duanmucui did it seriously, she opened the rouge box, the sweet and greasy smell of rouge rose to her nose, she wiped the petals carefully, a narrow smirk could not help but appear on the corners of her lips: Of course, this cannot be hidden from Mr. Gongsun, I just hope Master thinks of her heart, don't put on that look of puffing your beard and staring...

Someone behind her suddenly called her: "Duanmu."

Duanmucui's body trembled, the voice...

This voice is familiar yet unfamiliar, it seems to come from an indescribably distant place, but it is clearly close to the elbow.

How long has she not heard this voice?

The hand holding the carmine stone green trembled uncontrollably, and many buried but never-fading memories are coming from all directions. The tide is as high as the tide, and it is like a bottomless whirlpool. She is the tiniest dust , Clinging tightly to the water foam, walking passively, at a loss what to do.

Duanmucui stood up slowly, her eyes gradually clouded with tears.She didn't look back, and there was still some disbelief in her extremely low voice.

"Big... brother?"

Duanmucui turned around.

Yang Jian was standing at the door, the soft sky light shone in from behind him, and fine dust floated in the halo.I don't know if it's because of the tears or the light of the sky, but Duanmucui's eyes were astringent, and she couldn't see Yang Jian's appearance clearly for a moment, only vaguely seeing his familiar figure - just such a silhouette, she couldn't stop crying .

I can't tell if I'm happy, excited, wronged, or sad.Yang Jian was no longer as simple as an ordinary relative to her.Her past years are inextricably linked to him, whether it is the bloody battlefield or the long and distant years of the fairy family.

He is Hanwei's teacher, but also a kind friend, a comrade in the battlefield, and a relative who can be relied on...

Duanmucui laughed with tears in his eyes: "Brother."

The short and fat boss looked at Duanmucui and then at the door: Is this girl hysterical?Why are you crying and laughing into the air?The next moment, his eyelids were heavy, and he yawned: it's time to close the door.

So he went to the door in a daze, and the sister-in-law Shen, who was selling flower seeds, yelled at him across the street: "Hey, you old stingy, why did you close the door so early today?"

As if he didn't hear anything, he closed the door, dropped the latch, closed his eyes, and in the mist, he kicked deep and shallow, finally touched the bed, and fell headlong into a dreamland of sleep.

Duanmucui didn't notice what happened around her at all, her eyes stayed on Yang Jian.

His appearance has hardly changed at all, he is still so energetic and handsome.Silver hair crown, black cloak, the whole body exudes an inviolable and awe-inspiring aura.

He is a god, a warrior, and his pride.

Yang Jian took a step towards Duanmucui: "Duanmu."

For some reason, Duanmucui felt ashamed and subconsciously took a step back.

She looked down at herself.

She was wearing an ordinary emerald green cloth shirt, and the hem of the skirt was stained with mud, presumably from Mr. Gongsun's flower garden.I was careless when I tied my hair in the morning. I just tossed and tossed it, and the bun was a little loose. A few strands of hair brushed my face, and there were three scratch marks on my cheeks, which were shallow, but they were unsightly.

She didn't know that there was still a bit of stone green on her chin.

She was so embarrassed, Yang Jian was like a mirror, reflecting her at a loss.

Yang Jian came forward, his eyes stopped on her face, and he reached out to touch the scratches on her face.

"Why are you in such a mess?"

His voice was very gentle, and his fingertips slowly stroked over the scratches, the place where they brushed was crispy and itchy, and then miraculously condensed into suet-like tenderness and whiteness.

"Okay?" Duanmucui blinked, both excited and apprehensive.

Yang Jian smiled: "Okay."

He stretched out his hand and flicked lightly in the air, sparkling in the air, and a mirror appeared out of thin air.Duanmucui looked at her face in the mirror, as if she couldn't believe it, and stretched out her hand to verify it again, then she smiled, and smiled at Yang Jian in the mirror: "Thank you, brother."

Suddenly, my heart moved: I also have an injury on my back, can I let my elder brother do the same?Just as he was about to speak, Yang Jian suddenly said, "Duanmu, I am in Xuanping, and I have summoned you with visions several times, why have you never responded?"

Duanmucui was taken aback, looked at Yang Jian's eyes in the mirror, and quickly avoided: "I... I don't know about the vision."

Yang Jian smiled lightly: "Duanmu, sit down and talk."

sit down?

It was only then that Duanmucui realized that there had been a small table on the ground. On the table was a plate containing Yao fruit, a long-necked jade pot with a thin mouth, and two jade cups.

Duanmucui bit her lip and sat down, Yang Jian sat opposite, lightly lifted her sleeves, and poured her a glass of wine.Amber jade liquid with a strong aroma.

"We brothers and sisters, it's been a long time since we sat and drank and chatted like this."

Duanmu Cui hummed, reached out to pick up the wine glass, hesitated for a while, drank it down, and then wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "What are you talking about?"

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing: "Drink like this? A cow chews peonies."

"What are you talking about?" Duanmucui couldn't hold back.

Yang Jian took a deep look at her, put the wine on his lips, and put it back on the case.

(End of this chapter)