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It is not a difficult task for Lu Zhui to write a tear-jerking persuasion. Not to mention that he is already brilliant at first, even if he only relies on the fur he has learned from Wen Liunian over the years, it is enough to hit the rivers and lakes. Invincible. Xiao Lan pressed the rice paper for him, then rolled up his sleeves and rubbed the ink carefully, not squinting seriously, it was quite regular.

Lu Chai held the wolf's hair in his hand, and said to his heart that everyone else is slender, hands and red sleeves add fragrance, why has he become such a tall and mighty person, not only not fragrant, but also blocking the light.

"What are you laughing at?" Xiao Lan asked.

"I didn't laugh." Lu Chai propped his head with one hand, knocking his hands on the table. "Let's talk about the fighting situation in the desert, and what is the life of the people in the border."

Xiao Lan nodded and told him about the battle. In the year of the war with Xilan Kingdom, although the two sides were in a stalemate for most of the time, there was no earth-shattering battle, but it is precisely because of the Chu army's pressure that the people's life can be a little more stable, at least there is no need to worry all day. , I am afraid that there will be bandits coming to slaughter the village.

"Tu Village?" Lu Chai frowned, "So Yelvxing is so vicious?"

"Yelüxing is indeed not a good thing, but Tucun was not instructed by him, but was too lazy to restrain the army." Xiao Lan said, "As long as he wins, in order to win, he can do whatever it takes, regardless of the process."

"That's also a jerk." Lu Chai shook his head. "While holding an iron knight without restraint, it is tantamount to raising hungry wolves freely. If he doesn't know that hungry wolves can hurt people, who will believe it."

Xiao Lan smiled: "You are right, he is indeed a bastard."

At this time, the sky had gradually dimmed, and the red candle on the table flickered, shining a bright light. A cup of tea and white mist lingered, Xiao Lan accompany him, watching his expression focused on writing, his profile was soft, his eyelashes were quite long, and after being coated with a layer of light, it turned into a fluffy golden color, with his lips pressed slightly, like In meditation, it seems to be in a daze.

Thinking of Lu Chai's pale and haggard appearance when he left a year ago, Xiao Lan's heart was filled with sorrow, but the light in his eyes became more gentle. He wanted to hold him in his arms, no matter what, nothing, nothing. Protected for a lifetime, until both of them couldn't walk, their hair was gray.

"Look at it, all right?" Lu Zhui dried the ink on the paper.

"Huh?" Xiao Lan returned to his senses.

"It's a bit sloppy." Lu Chau sat next to him, "If you don't understand, I will read it to you."

Xiao Lan smiled and said, "Is it true that I am an old man who can only fight, and I can't understand the words?"

"My word..." Lu Chai cleared his throat and urged, "Look, I only wrote half of it. If you think it works, I will continue to write like that."

Xiao Lan scanned it again, but laughed out loudly: "So straightforward?"

Lu Zhui said: "What you just said, the Han Chinese in Xilan's army are mostly farmers and herders on the border. Naturally, they should be more straightforward. If they write a beautiful and beautiful article, they will not understand it."

Xiao Lan nodded and returned the paper to him: "Not bad."

"But you can recognize all my words, it's pretty good." Lu followed him with a glance.

Xiao Lan smiled and said, "Should I write two lines for you?"

"You write? What are you going to write?" Lu Zhui was puzzled, but he passed the pen obediently.

Xiao Lan wrote a two-line poem on the paper, the two lines he had seen in the bedroom of Lu Chai in the Prime Minister's Mansion in Wangcheng.

It is suitable for smoke, rain, and wind.

Lu Zhui was taken aback: "Your characters are quite similar to mine."

Xiao Lan returned the pen to him: "80% similar, but you still want to write better."

"Thanks for the award." Lu Chai was rare and humble, "Brother Xiao's handwriting is not bad, these two poems are better."

"It's getting late, do you want to go out to eat?" Xiao Lan said, "It's nice to have a pub in this city."

"Alright." Lu Zhui moved his wrists, "Then I treat guests as if they were paying for the room."

"Okay." Xiao Lan smiled and walked out of the courtyard with him. Perhaps because of the rain, there are not too many small vendors on the street, which is a bit empty compared to the past. The two walked through the street for a long time before they found a tavern on the corner of the street. Said it is a pub, in fact it sells noodles, rice, and fresh white fish. It is fat and tender. It is steamed with only some green onion and ginger, and you can eat it with soy sauce.

Lu Zhui asked again: "Are there fish in the lake in the desert?"

"Yes." Xiao Lan picked out the fish bones carefully. "It's fat and big, but the way of eating in war is not as meticulous as this Jiangnan. They are all grilled by scraping the scales and grilling them with salt. It is a good dish with salt."

Lu Chai thought about it carefully, what a magnificent and wonderful scene of a lonely oasis in the vast yellow sand.

Xiao Lan put the fish in front of him, and continued to talk about the things in the desert, the long winds that roared all the year round, and the sand and dust that filled the sky. As he spoke, a mist appeared in front of him, and he was in a trance like returning to his childhood, returning to the gloomy grave, when the people in front of him were like now, entangled himself to listen to outside stories. .

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Zhui was a little surprised.

"Nothing." Xiao Lan raised his head and drank a glass of wine, swallowing the soreness of his throat and the heat of his eyes.

"Is it reminded of things on the battlefield?" Lu Zhui filled his empty cup for him and asked cautiously.

"Yeah." Xiao Lan sighed, "I really want to finish the battle soon."

"Yes." Lu Zhui comforted, "Yelüxing is cruel and cannot win the hearts of the people, so naturally it cannot become a climate."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Thank you."

Lu Zhui gave him another bowl of soup, warm, with oil stars and green onion floating, just enough to dispel the coldness of the late autumn rainy night.

Although this pub is small, the wine is not bad. After the meal, Lu Chai returned to the small courtyard with two points of drunkenness. After washing, he lay on the soft and thick bed and felt extremely comfortable. He only listened to the rustling outside, not knowing whether it was rain or a dream. But whether it is rain or a dream, it is equally beautiful. Autumn wind and night rain can have a good sleep, and the daughter will not change.

Xiao Lan gently closed the window for him, leaning against the wall and laughing.

that's nice.

In the next few days, Lu Chai got used to living in the house, and his guard against Xiao Lan was gradually lifted. He was able to have such a good taste and was willing to abandon his stability and leisure, and join the army to defend the country. When and where, you should be respected instead of being treated carefully as...traffickers.

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Lan came in with a pack of snacks.

"Nothing." Lu Zhui pondered his words and said sincerely: "Brother Xiao, you are such a good person."

Xiao Lan handed him the dim sum: "The good guy just passed by the Zhang's shop. He bought you some food by the way and gave it a try."

"This..." Lu Chai took apart the rope and looked at the three or four small snacks in it, which he liked very much on weekdays, but there were only twenty or thirty kinds of snacks in that Zhang's shop. Isn't it so bad?

"Don't want to eat?" Xiao Lan asked, "These are all selected according to my taste. If you don't like it, I will buy it again."

"No no," Lu Chai said quickly, "I like it."

"Huh?" The corner of Xiao Lan's mouth raised, "I didn't hear clearly."

Lu Zhui said, "I like it."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Just like it."

Served with tea for dessert, the entrance is crispy and sweet. Xiao Lan put a footstool for him again, so he could lean more comfortably.

Lu Chai was basking in the sun, feeling refreshed. Every little problem and every little hobby was taken care of, and he was full of emotion.

At first sight, Brother Xiao.

Good people are good people.

Lu Zhui only took five days to write the eloquent persuasion book. For the remaining five days, he would naturally follow Xiao Daxia to eat and drink, do nothing, and listen to the Northwest story.

The grass on the riverside was lush, Xiao Lan picked up a piece of gravel and threw it into it, regretfully saying, "There are no fireflies."

"Summer is over, naturally it's gone." Lu Chai sat in the pavilion, "but there are stars." After he said, "but you may not look down on the stars in Jiangnan."

"Who said that." Xiao Lan looked at the stars in his eyes, "It's pretty."

"I have amnesia." Lu Chai leaned on the pillar and looked at the starry sky and sighed, "I don't know who I have met or what happened in the past years. I always feel that my life has been wasted for many years."

Xiao Lan took off his robe and wrapped it around him.

Lu Chai turned to look at him.

"If you can't remember it, you can't remember it." Xiao Lan smiled, "It's also very good now, carefree, there won't be troubles, just do whatever you want."

"I don't know what I want to do or how I will take the road in the future." Lu Chase said slowly, "After a year of wounding, my bones are crisp, and my mind is dizzy. Apart from eating and sleeping, it seems There is no third thing to do."

"Want to go to the northwest?" Xiao Lan asked.

Lu Chai was taken aback, feeling that he hadn't heard clearly: "What did you say?"

"If you have nothing to do, just follow me to the northwest." Xiao Lan said, "Go and see the continuous desert, the pearl-like oasis, and the lonely smoke in the desert you like, and the majestic desolation of Yumen Pass."

Lu Chai hesitated: "I..."

"Don't want to go?" Xiao Lan tightened the collar of his clothes for him to avoid blowing air.

Lu Chai shook his head: "I never thought about it before."

"Then it's not too late to start thinking about it now," Xiao Lan said. "Follow the thousands of soldiers from Da Chu to drive out the Hu bandit. This kind of opportunity will only happen in a lifetime."

Lu Zhui's heart began to itchy, Xiao Lan's words seemed like a seed, quietly taking root in his blood.

He didn't know why he was so easily moved, and he even doubted whether he had always buried this wish deeply in his heart, and when Xiao Lan came, he could remove the fragile shell with just a needle. It was crushed into powder, and the surging thoughts in it poured out, drowning the whole person in an instant.

Bow your bow and shoot the sun, ride your horse and fly into the sand. Lu Zhui's eyes lit up, and he looked at Xiao Lan with a bit of joy, as if he had seen another world.

"Compare it?" Xiao Lan suggested, "How about trying your skills."

"Competition?" Lu Chai said, "but I didn't bring the Qingfeng sword."

"Then you can use your bare hands." Xiao Lan said, "There are only a hundred moves to see who can win."

"Okay." Lu Chase smiled, "then a hundred tricks."

As soon as the voice fell, he had already attacked Xiao Lan's chest, and the two of them jumped out of the pavilion, stepping on the grass with their feet, and falling firmly on the treetops. Although Lu Zhui has been recovering from illness at home, his martial arts has not been abandoned. Even if he does not have a weapon he is used to, he can use only a dead branch to make Lu Family's swordsmanship 70% to 80%. Xiao Lan leaned away from him with a palm, grasped the oncoming wrist and pushed it forward, pushing the person three steps away.

Lu Zhui attacked again, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart. He seemed to have guessed how Xiao Lan's next move would be. The ghost and the gods gave up the previous style of play and instead slapped him on the right shoulder.

Unexpectedly that he would suddenly change his routine, Xiao Lan was slightly startled. Seeing that there was a swampy wetland underneath the two of them, he did not escape, but took the initiative to take his palm and grabbed Lu Chai's waist. , Leading people to fall outside the pavilion.

"Hey!" Lu Zhui was taken aback instead, "Why don't you hide."

"Can't hide." Xiao Lan replied.

Lu Zhuiyouyou: "A liar."

Xiao Lan smiled and lifted her chin toward the swamp: "If I hide, you should be all in mud now."

Lu chased back and asked, "What about mud?"

"You'll get angry when you're covered in mud." Xiao Lan said slowly, of course, "Then I will be beaten harder 80% of the time."

Lu Chai curled his lips: "I'll be angry when I'm angry, so what would I do if I hit you." Everyone is unfamiliar.

"You won't hit me when you're angry? You said that?" Xiao Lan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly hugged him in a thunderous manner and jumped up, pretending to let go over the swamp.

"Hello!" Lu Chai was defenseless, and instinctively wrapped his neck.

Xiao Lan smiled and hugged him tightly, and with a force in the air, the two of them landed steadily in a dry place.

Lu Zhui: "..."

Xiao Lan stepped back two steps: "What you said, don't be angry."

Lu Zhui's eyes were sharp.

Xiao Lan turned around and ran.

"You stop for me!" Lu Zhui chased after him wildly, murderously.

The two of them ran all the way into the city gate and crossed the long street, laughing and laughing, being drawn out by the moonlight in a long shadow, you pushed and I hurried, overlapping into a pair.

This night, Lu Zhui was wrapped in a thick quilt. He thought carefully about Xiao Lan's words, and then thought about how he would tell his family if he really wanted to go to the northwest. I fell asleep with this full of things in my heart, even in my dreams, there were continuous and magnificent yellow sands, with the sound of desolate horns, and the armor of the iron cavalry that could not be seen at a glance. The one with the reins and whip was...Xiao Lan.

With a hot breath hitting his ears, Lu Chai moved a little uncomfortably, feeling that there was still a war, and it was not a trip to the mountains and water. It seemed improper for two people to ride a horse together and affectionately. But before he could think about it clearly, the familiar numbness and scorching heat rose again, lit up thin flames in the blood, and the thousands of horses beside him disappeared instantly. , Leaving only the high and low hills, and the endless lust.

The face that had been blurred for a year finally became clear, Lu Zhui's eyelashes trembled, and his arms held him very tightly, as if he had finally found a long-lost treasure. Hold it firmly in the palm of your hand and hide it deeply in your heart. .

Love is like a tide, drawing people into the top of the wave and thrown into the sea, bringing almost trembling suffocation. Lu Chai was awakened in sweat, and suddenly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. It took him a long time to relax.

This dream is not unfamiliar, but the face in the dream appears for the first time. After realizing this, Lu Chai couldn't help but shivered, as if thousands of donkeys were rushing past, shouting loudly, making people anxious and collapsed and dumbfounded, and even a little bit cried without tears, and his hair was smoking. .

How could you dream of him? Lu Gongzi was puzzled, slammed his head into the quilt, but still felt it was thunderous. I just didn't know it for ten days, I couldn't wait to be upset in my dreams with others, tell me where to put my face, and also seemed quite...hungry.

He got up from the bed with a grunt, and poured a big pot of herbal tea by the table to calm the hot heart. By the way, I kept meditating, it was just an accident, I was confused, I just dreamed it casually, and it was not true.

Ice-cold tea can alleviate the dryness, but not anxiety. Lu Zhui was sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt. He opened his eyes for a long time in exhaustion, and he was quite sad. Then Xiao Lan didn't have such an overwhelming life, why didn't he dream of anyone, but dreamed of him. My mind was noisy, but my thoughts drifted back to the dream state that I couldn't see directly, and it was kind of... endless aftertaste.

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In the early morning of the next day, Lao Li was puzzled: "My son, why did you suddenly practice the sword this morning?"

Lu Chai was flying like a butterfly, and his white clothing was like snow. He dazzled the eyes with the breeze sword in his hand. The thin blade reflected the rising sun, so that others couldn't open their eyes.

With the last move, he closed the sword and scabbed it back. Xiao Lan clapped and clapped.

Lu Zhui: "..."

"So diligent, it seems that you really intend to go to the northwest with me?" Xiao Lan stepped forward, handed him the kerchief in his hand, and said softly, "Wiping the sweat."

Lu Zhui said, "I'm not going anymore."

Xiao Lan frowned: "Why?"

"Because..." Lu Chai thought for a while, "My father won't agree."

Xiao Lan laughed: "You didn't say anything, how can you tell that your father won't agree."

"Believe it or not." Lu Zhui patted his handkerchief on his chest, turned and strolled outside.

"Just for this reason?" Xiao Lan caught up with him a few steps.

"Yes." Lu Chai nodded.

"That's okay. In the future, we will go to see your father together. If he agrees, you will go with me. You are not allowed to cheat." Xiao Lan said, "How?"

Without thinking about it, Lu Chai agreed. I secretly said that my father was able to promise to see a ghost, and he was so wounded that he was not allowed to leave the house. Even this Fei Liucheng was approved for a long time, not to mention the Northwest, you can go and talk, you can't kill you.

In Yangzhi City, Lu Wuming was packing up his baggage, putting in the Dacloak and the cotton felt. After all, his son was going to the northwest. There was a big temperature difference in the wind and sand, so he needed to prepare more.

Lu Chai sneezed on the noodle stall for no reason.

"Have a cold?" Xiao Lan stretched out his hand.

"Hey!" Lu Zhui drew back and warned, "You stay away from me!"

Xiao Lan is funny: "Why?"

Lu Zhui thought for a while, then replied, "Because you have rough hands."

Xiao Lan glanced at the palm of her hand, practicing martial arts all the year round, and there was indeed a thin layer of cocoon.

And in last night's dream, there were also such slightly rough hands that lit fire everywhere on his body, unspeakable.

Lu Chai's hair fell on his back and put down his chopsticks with a "pop".

Xiao Lan was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

"Stop eating." Young Master Mingyu stood up and ran away.

Xiao Lan didn't know what to do, and hurriedly left her silver to chase him.

The small stall owner looked at him and laughed. It's good if you chase me.

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