Drunken Exquisiteness

The sky in Mobei is empty and desolate. When night falls, the clouds are faint and the stars are sparse, and the distant blue and black background is mixed with shades of gray. The long wind crosses the border with sand and dust, and a roll hits the camp tent, making a sound.

In a pursuit battle a few days ago, the Celestial army wiped out nearly 20,000 troops of the Western Turk King Xiuxie by the Wuhu River, captured the King Xiuxie and 38 officers and officers alive, and sent 4,700 enemies to the barracks tonight. The atmosphere in the atmosphere was extremely high. Fires were lit everywhere, drinking and eating meat, and the soldiers laughed and drank to celebrate this delightful victory.

The death that will come at an unknown time on the daytime battlefield turns into a grand and bright bonfire in every camp after nightfall. Some people sang, some laughed, some yelled, some cried, and the soldiers who had returned from the **** killing vent their hearts out through the moment of celebration. At this time, the Chinese army has never ordered restraints. After a short break, the army will go all-out to pursue the Western Turkic King Lan, who has hurriedly retreated to Yanran Mountain. At that time, it will still be a **** battle.

A larger camp in the Chinese army is not far away from the lively campfire, but all the crying and laughing here seem to be silent, there is a kind of incompatible loneliness under the bright light, as if only a few sparse stars in the sky fall in it. , Very quiet.

Although there were fires and people in the next few camps, they converged a lot compared to the surroundings. They were neatly placed behind the main tent, and patrolling soldiers passed in and out from time to time. They kept their vigilance in a relaxed atmosphere.

Ye Tianling was alone in the main tent, with a bright light, cast on the map of Mobei in front of him, and the outline of his face was deep, like a knife.

"His Royal Highness!" The guard commander of the Ling Prince's Mansion led Wei Changzheng into the house to beg to see him. The dusty servants seemed to have just rushed back from somewhere.

Ye Tianling raised his head from the map: "How?"

Wei Changzheng handed over a bag of things and said: "The subordinates have almost taken people to search the entire Pingdi Mountain, only to find these things scattered everywhere. I have also inquired about several families in the mountains, and they all said they knew the girl before. , But it's been a long time."

Ye Tianling reached out and turned over what he had presented. It was exactly the few medical books he had read that day. A slight wrinkle was printed between his brows: "You will mobilize personnel from Shenjiying to continue searching, and head south along Yunu River. Hengling, going north to East Turks, she will never disappear for no reason, regardless of life or death."

"Yes!" Wei Changzheng exited.

Ye Tianling turned around and continued to look at the map, then raised his head to think, the darkness in his eyes was as pure as night, and the light and shadow were quietly wiped out. After a long time, his gaze fell on the medical books, and he raised his hand to fetch the books. There were faint traces of the light color of the lamp in the bamboo house, and the Yiren was reading the scroll quietly with his hand. If it were not for the injury involved in the action, the pain would still be extremely real, almost making people think that it was a dream, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Many parts of the books have been blurred due to water soaking. He turned a few pages, Fuyi sat in front of the case, looked at it quietly for a while, picked up a pen to write a few places, and read it slowly.

The tent was suddenly opened, and he walked in eleven strides, with the scent of charcoal fire and barbecue heat on his body, and immediately mixed the silence in the tent with the excitement outside: "Fourth brother! Are you not going to look outside? Tang Chu that The boy and I are compared with arrows, and soon even the Army loses!"

Ye Tianling smiled slightly: "Which time did he beat you than Arrow? He doesn't even have a long memory."

Eleven sat down before the case: "I saw the Long March return just now, is there any news?"

Ye Tianling shook his head: "I only found a few books."

Anxiety appeared on Eleven's bright face: "It's been so many days, I'm afraid it's too bad, I don't want to hurt her after all."

Ye Tianling's eyes fell to the front, and after a while, Fang said: "If you can't find it for a day, you can look for it. It's bad or lucky that you can only tell when you see it."

The night in Yige City is different from Mobei. The wind is warm and the people are quiet. The lush flowers and plants are fragrant and fragrant. From time to time, the faint light of flying insects flickers. Yingying flashes through the night and falls gently into the distance, flashing again, but again Little by little came closer.

Moon Shadow went up Dongshan quietly, like a pair of quiet eyes, shining quiet and indifferent silver light in the darkening night.

Qing Chen stood in front of the window and looked up. There was still some decoction in the room. Concubine Jin just came to see her taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and sent someone to bring in the blood and Qi. These days, she treated Qing Chen like a sister, and she personally took care of everything, thoughtful and thoughtful for her, getting along like this, becoming familiar with each other day by day, Qing Chen also slowly learned a lot of things from her mouth.

Under the imperial clan, the Celestial dynasty also had a prominent position, such as Feng, Su, Jin, Wei, and Yin. They were divided into dynasties and government. Coupled with the marriage with the royal family, the country has become a natural climate since its founding, forming a complicated and intricate clan power.

Concubine Jin, named Hui, was born in one of the noble families. Although he was only Ye Tianzhan's side concubine, Ye Tianzhan had not established a concubine for many years. Therefore, all the people in the palace regarded her as the "king concubine". She is in charge.

Jin Hui has a soft temperament, gentle and virtuous. In the same night, the grace and elegance of the sky are complemented by the gentleness of the sky. It is like a wisteria nestling in the Lanzhi yushu, and the trees are beautiful and pleasing to the eye, making the entire Cham Palace always reveal a kind of soothing leisure, smiling and suave. Soaked with plants and trees, it is as undefeated in spring, grace and elegance.

Qing Chen has never seen Tian Zhan again since she returned from Gyeonggi Division that day. She didn't know that the Tianwu Zuifang case caused an uproar in the sky, and even the court situation caused quite a stir. shock.

Tianwu Zuifang has been operating in Yige City for many years. It was originally the most prestigious song and dance house. Later, the family guards implicated in it were extremely powerful. The clan leader Wei Zongping had been in the court for many years, and his female guard was like a prince. , The status and status are extraordinary, and this time Tianwu Zuifang’s association with the Nagato Gang is closely related to its eldest son Wei Qian.

The mother of King Zhan was the eldest daughter of the Yin family, a noble concubine, and was loved by the emperor. The two families of Wei and Yin had always been in conflict. After Gyeonggi Wei blocked the Tianwu Zuifang, he ransacked the Nagato Gang and raised the heavens for a while, and finally alarmed the Emperor of Heaven. It was a disaster for the ministers of the DPRK and China to form a party with the gang. The Emperor of Heaven had long been hesitating about foreign relations. He was even more annoyed when he heard of this. However, because of the state-owned warfare, he temporarily stopped pressing.

A few days later, there was a good news from Mobei. King Xiuxian of the Western Turks was captured, and King Gulan was defeated and retreated to the north of Yanran Mountain. He shot and protected the Khan and sent envoys to ask for peace.

At this point, the army of the celestial dynasty was completely victorious, and without any worries, the Emperor of Heaven immediately decreeed that Guo Qi’s official ministerial post should be removed, and the case of Tianwu Zuifang should be handed over to the Ministry of Criminal Affairs and Dali Temple for joint affairs, and King Zhan was ordered to preside over the trial. Now the three provinces, six ministries, and nine divisions are conducting martial law investigations at all levels, and the momentum is shocking.

Qing Chen is the key witness in this case, so she has always been placed in the Palace of Zhan. She has always had inexplicable knots about Ye Tianzhan. Today, she took the opportunity to say goodbye to Jin Hui.

Jin Hui didn't mention the Tianwu Zuifang case after hearing this, and only smiled and asked: "Where are you going?"

Where are you going? Qing Chen asked herself silently, but had nothing to answer for a while.

But Jin Hui smiled and said, "It's rare for you and me to fall in this way. Since you are alone and have nowhere to go, why don't you live here? No matter what happens, at least you have to adjust your body first before saying goodbye. Don't mention it again."

Qing Chen smiled bitterly at the bright moon in the sky, sighed, turned and walked slowly aimlessly along the long corridor. After walking a short distance, I gradually smelled the fragrance, and when the corridor turned around, my eyes suddenly opened up, and the endless lake water unfolded in front of my eyes. Weeping willows are on the shore, green leaves are in the sky, the lotus in the lake accompanied by the thin willow **** is far away in the darkening night, from a distance, the moonlight is floating like a veil, like a quiet and charming dream.

The Nine-curved Corridor in the water is intricately twisted and connected with the Ningcui Pavilion in the center of the lake. Every few steps in front of the corridor are hanging green gauze lights, and the colors of the lights melt into the dark waves of the clear water, faint and gentle on the shore.

Qing Chen walked into the lake alone. Quiet and silent in the middle of the night, the summer breeze is rushing through the branches and leaves, and the green lotus posture may be budding, or there may be a face in the wind, Lingbo is by the water, and it is charming.

She took a few steps down the steps of Ningcuiting amidst the fragrance of branches and leaves. She sat at the waterfront and stared at the moon shadow in a daze. She stretched out her hand. The moon shadow swayed at her fingertips, accompanied by ripples that shattered into golden flakes. Ran to the center of the lake.

The water and light shook, and the mood seemed to fluctuate with the dark waves, and there was nowhere to focus on it. Only after losing did I realize that the word "home" is so important to people. Without a home, a person is like a drifting duckweed, with no place and no place to rely on, where to go, and how to face it?

Suddenly, a yoyo flute sounded in the quiet night.

Qing Chen raised his head in surprise, and saw a person standing on the white stone arch bridge connecting with Ningcui Pavilion not far away.

The white clothes, the long bridge, and the jade flute are ten miles of green lotus in front of them, and the sky is full of moon and flowers. His eyes are rippling with clear waves, and they are as gentle as water.

The clear flute sound floated and tactfully from his lips, sometimes melodious and whispering, sometimes clear and leisurely, sometimes out of joy, sometimes infinite tenderness. The clear light of water and moon seems to be intertwined into a soft silk net, flowing on this Xianyu Lake, the stars are silver like jade, and the lotus leaves between the flowers seem to be inlaid with a layer of pearly light.

Qing Chen seemed to be bewitched, stood silently in the middle of the lake, staring motionlessly at the figure on the bridge.

Under the full moon on the horizon, the shimmering light cast her a sad and sad silence. She seemed to stand in a dream, looking at the shadow of Qianchen and herself in this life.

There was silence everywhere, only the beautiful and beautiful flute sound of Ye Tian rose and fell, drifting with the wind, the flute sound entangled in the bottom of my heart, and went around the inextricable threads of love and hatred. Qing Chen silently traced his eyes, his smile, and his tenderness. Who was he many years ago? Who is he after many years? His face is light and sad, and the sharp blades in the heart are intertwined, slipping slowly with tears, falling to pieces in the lake, arousing bitter streaks.

Who says that love is deeply unrepentant, who says that life and death depend on each other, who says that this life is together, who says that the sea is dry and the stone is broken?

It turned out that the colorful flowers bloomed all over, like this, they were all ruined.

If it is predestined, why should he deceive her? If you are not destined, why do you still meet him here?

The sound of the flute was curled up and quiet, and Ye Tianzhan's gaze trapped her quiet eyes, focusing deeply through the night.

Standing opposite each other, staring from a distance, the gauze lamp from far and near gently illuminates a pair of graceful silhouettes, which overlap and disappear with a light wave.

Ye Tianzhan walked slowly across the corridor with a smile, and walked in front of her. The moon shadow was clear and slanted between the two. He leaned down in the dim place, gently raised his hand to caress her cheek, and wiped away the cold tears with warmth. .

"Do you know that you are more beautiful than this moonlight?"

When holding hands, when whispering, how many memories are like a huge boulder hitting head-on, Qing Chen stepped back abruptly to hold on to the railing, and the pain in his eyes was startled. When Ye Tianzhan was slightly stunned, she turned back and rushed out of Ningcuiting, not wanting to stay for a moment.