This mountain is mine

Chapter 222 The Blood Moon Appears
Shuo Qi spreads to the golden watchman, and the cold shines on the iron clothes.

At the border between Song Dynasty and Tuzhou in Qinzhou, Mid-autumn already has a sense of bleakness. The silver moon on the sky seems to be covered with a layer of tulle, exuding a sense of coldness.

A gust of wind blew by, and the curtains of the scattered military tents rattled, one after another, and bursts of cheers and cheers from not far away also drowned out the rustling autumn wind.

A brazier was set up between the military tents, the fire was swaying, and the air was full of the aroma of wine and meat. The Battle of Qinzhou was over. Tubo Tsampu came to surrender, and the Xixia army was in chaos. They were too busy to take care of themselves. They had already withdrawn their troops and were nervous for more than two months. China's borders are peaceful, and it's time to celebrate.

Celebrations in the army are nothing more than a few more pots of wine, a few more pieces of meat, and some fighting to add to the fun. A group of men can yell and roar all night.

Except for the soldiers on duty who were walking back and forth, almost everyone else went to the open space in front to celebrate.Just almost, there are always exceptions...

Suddenly, a corner of the large tent curtain in the middle was lifted, and a handsome young man leaned out from inside, raised the cloak in his hand to the patrolling soldiers, and explained: "General Song wants it."

The soldier at the head winked at him and smiled ambiguously. His face remained unchanged, he just grabbed his palms and walked towards the side of the big tent.

After walking less than ten steps, he heard a muffled voice coming from the left. He recognized the voice, a drunk general and two half-drunk soldiers.

The young man listened carefully, and he could vaguely hear that these three people were talking about the coming happy days.

For the Song Dynasty, which has not won a battle for a long time, the victory of Qinzhou is indeed good news. Both the general and the soldiers below are beneficial. Being able to go home alive is great news.

The young man's whole body was hidden in the shadow of the big tent, he stood still, his black jade-like eyes were gloomy, he didn't know his mood, and he could vaguely see his mood at this time only from his usurped hand. , It should definitely not be the joy of winning the battle.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, the young man was facing the three people, his breathing stopped suddenly, his expression was only covered by a shadow, and no one noticed the three drunkards.

One of the slightly sober soldiers burped at him: "Master Ji, it's you, General Song was still looking for you just now!"

The boy let out a "huh" and raised the cloak in his hand: "I went to find a cloak for the general."

Another soldier let out an "Aiyo" and hurriedly said: "Young Master Ji, help me. General Song will leave it to you and Ma Wu. There are three urgencies. I can't hold it anymore. I can't."

While speaking, he had already let go of his hands, clutching his stomach, and crookedly disappeared into the dark place.

General Song was almost hanging on the soldier named Ma Wu, he staggered a few steps, the young man's delicate eyebrows were slightly condensed, he still stepped forward to give him a hand, and supported General Song on the other side.

Ma Wu muttered a few words, and the two of them helped General Song who was already drunk to his tent.

When this burly general was placed on the couch, he was already sweating profusely and smelled of alcohol, the young man frowned in disgust, that Ma Wu had already left the tent.

As he walked, he said, "General Song will leave it to Young Master Ji to take care of him, and I'll have another drink with Lao Gao... Young Master Ji is still the general's favorite, even if he hasn't been on the battlefield for a day, but the future is certain Don't worry, we can still live happily every day..."

Ma Wu and the others have gone far away, but the sour words in these ridicules can still be heard. If the young man would have blushed when he heard these words before, but now he is already a little numb. He just pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. After taking a few deep breaths, he recovered, stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on the green shirt, and went outside.

Just as he opened the curtain, General Song said clearly and lowly behind him: "Ji Xuan, come and help me change my clothes."

The young man trembled slightly, anger flashed across his face, he lowered the curtain, turned around slowly, and calmed down, "Yes."

Walking to the side of the couch, he glanced at the incense burner on one side, "General, do you want to light a soothing incense so that you can have a good sleep?"

General Song shook his head and looked at him with bright eyes: "I don't want it today, the battle is over..."

The young man only felt that this gaze made him feel a chill in his heart, resisted the urge to run out, sat on the bed, stretched out his hand to untie General Song's armor, hung it aside, and said calmly: "I'll rub it for the general. Rub your head to hangover."

General Song glanced at him, his cloudy eyes were full of meaning, "Yes."

The smell of alcohol in his mouth made the young man's eyes sink slightly, "The general turned over."

General Song obeyed and lay down on the bed, and the young man stretched out his hand to gently massage General Song's head.

General Song sighed comfortably, his head was already a little swayed by Jiu Jin, and he obviously wanted to do something, but for some reason, his head suddenly became heavier and heavier, and eventually he couldn't beat the drowsiness, and fell into a deep sleep.

Only then did the young man let out a long breath, straightened up, looked at the back of the head of the man on the bed, and thought, one day, he will pay with blood.

After walking outside the tent, he touched his arms, and those things were still there.

Looking up at the moonlight above his head, the boy left without hesitation, but went to the stable. The guard on duty looked at him and asked, "Have you got the things?"

The young man nodded, "I got it." It took a lot of trouble to get this thing. Although Song Huai had some nasty thoughts about him, he didn't trust him, a refugee recruit who had only been in the army for more than 20 days.

Naturally, the confidential documents would not be easily accessible to him.

However, he finally succeeded.

"Got to go?"

"Got to go."

"Let's go then."

After receiving the horse sent by the other party, the two quietly left the barracks one after the other.

When the tent was completely invisible, and the lights in the tent seemed to be farther than the stars, he relaxed and felt the night wind and the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival, as if he had come to life again.

This month's experience stripped him of his innocence and innocence, and his dignity and faith have long been trampled under his feet, and he no longer sees the dignity of the fourth son of the Yang family.

Isn't this a rebirth?

After a long time, Yang Hao looked back and asked lightly, "What are you going to do next?"

The person beside him replied: "Going to Bianjing, you will naturally know how to do it."

So Yang Hao stopped asking, clamped the horse's belly hard, raised the whip, and made a "pop" sound, breaking the tranquility of the night, and the two rode away in the night.

……

August [-]th was spent peacefully.

On the evening of August [-]th, Bi Kuo brought Liu Yan, Qiao Heng and other students back to Liushutun.Seeing Bi Kuo's worried face, and his distraction when discussing the yarn car with Liu, Qiao and others several times, Yu Miaomiao also felt a little uneasy. The blood moon, which is obviously a total lunar eclipse, has become a knife hanging in his heart.

Zhao Man will cover up some nasty things about Yang Hao's arrangement. He only briefly said a few words to Miaomiao, but did not go into details. To survive the disaster of the blood moon, there is still a back hand.

All that can be done is done, the only thing left is to wait.

On the seventeenth day, Yu Miaomiao woke up suddenly from a dream. She reached out her hand to touch it. There was nothing beside her. She sat up and saw a tall and straight figure standing by the window.

"Shichiro?"

Zhao Man turned around when he heard the words, his face was blurred by the moonlight, he calmly said to Yu Miaomiao: "Miaomiao, the blood moon has appeared, do you still want to see it?

(End of this chapter)