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"His surname is Qi, he is the young master of a big family in Jindi, that lavish, that majestic." The one-armed old woman slowly recalled the past, "I have never seen such a beautiful man."

Lu Zhui filled her a cup of tea.

"At that time, I was twenty-five, and he was only 18 years old. He took the caravan to cross the Niufeng Desert, but got lost and broke into the Hu bandit's den without confusion." The one-armed old woman haha He laughed, "Tell me, where is such a stupid person?"

Lu asked: "Senior was also in the Hu Gang at the time?"

"I am not only in the Hu bandit gang, but also the big boss there." The one-armed old woman said, "The rest of the people want to kill him, but I don't agree. I offer him delicious and delicious food, and promised to send it after the sandy season. He returned to Yumen. He was so happy that he followed me all day long and called my sister to take me to the Changgancheng to the south for a good drink."

Looking at the Huaguang in her eyes, Lu Zhui also followed with a soft smile. Although the rich young master of Da Chu and the female bandit leader in the desert sounded quite legendary, it is a pity that the story does not seem to have a good ending.

Sure enough, the one-armed old woman said, her expression gradually dimmed. After the sandstorm season, she escorted her lover and caravan to Yumenguan as promised, watching the horse team gradually disappear at the end of the yellow sand, waiting for the peach blossoms in the coming year, he will come to pick him up.

"The other people laughed at me, and I don't care. They waited for him with their stomachs up every day, waiting, waiting, waiting for five years." The one-armed old woman said, "Five years have passed, and I just thought about it. He lied to me. I just wanted to coax me to take him home. When he went home, he would ignore me."

"Didn't the predecessor go to him?" Lu asked. "Perhaps he has been here before, but he is lost again?"

"Jin is so big, just tell me, where am I going to find?" The one-armed old woman laughed strangely and laughed at herself. "He never said it in detail. He just doesn't want me to find him."

Lu Zhui tried again: "Where is that ballad?"

"I have been in the desert since I was born. I have never seen peach blossoms and apricot blossoms. He made up this song and sang it to me every day, every day." The one-armed old woman said, "Since he left, I Walking from south to north in Da Chu, I never met a man with a better voice than him."

Lu Zhui filled her teacup again.

"No one is desperate..." The one-armed old woman looked at her head blankly, "Tell me, would he be looking for me but failed to cross the desert?"

Lu Zhui said: "It's possible."

"Stupid, stupid." The one-armed old woman chuckled. "I've been so stupid. I get lost all the time. Why do I get lost all the time?" She was hoarse, and as she talked, her laughter became crying and sobbing. Yan, the whole person fell to the ground, looking thin and shriveled, as if all the brilliance and soul had been drained.

Lu Zhui sighed inwardly, didn't persuade him much, only said, "I'll take that sheepskin and give it to senior."

The one-armed old woman ignored him, just kept humming in her mouth, peach blossom red, apricot blossom white, Lang rode a bamboo horse, and walked around the bed.

Later, Lu Zhui brought the parchment paper over, wrapped it in silk, and at the same time did not forget the sincere and guilty exhortation, saying that he hadn't noticed before and was soaked in camel urine. The seniors only left a thought. Just think about it, don't...don't look at things and think about people, just stick them on your face.

Ah Liu also stood behind Lu Chai with his hands down, and followed him with a dry smile.

The one-armed old woman put away the parchment and didn’t say anything. She trembled and went back to the bedroom with her head covered and fell asleep. After sleeping for three days and three nights, she woke up and then resumed her usual noise, clamoring for meat and wine, see When he arrived at Lu Zhui, he still looked disgusted, only asking when Xiao Lan would come back.

Lu Chai sat at the stone table, eating a snack and said, "I don't know, I guess it will be another month or two."

The one-armed old woman nibbling on melon seeds with incomplete teeth, muttering complaints in her mouth, very annoying.

Lu Chai propped his head with one hand, eating and drinking, calm and relaxed.

In the depths of the desert, Xiao Lan was handing the water sac to a soldier, and said, "Why didn't you go to eat?"

"Xiao Shaoxia." The soldier hurriedly stood up, "a little dizzy, no appetite." His voice was hoarse and his complexion was red, and he looked like he was caught in the wind. Xiao Lan handed over a bottle of medicine and said, "Get a good night's sleep."

"Thank you Xiao Shaoxia." The other party hurriedly explained after receiving the hand, "It's just a small problem, it won't go wrong."

"If you are sick, just rest well. You don't have to work hard." Xiao Lan patted him on the shoulder, "Go back to sleep."

The soldier agreed and turned back to the tent. Xiao Lan climbed onto the sand dune alone, and said to Lu Wuming, "I'm afraid there will be a wind tonight, seniors should rest earlier."

"What did you just say?" Lu Wuming asked.

"Oh, it's nothing." Xiao Lan said, "He was caught in the cold, so I don't have to watch the night, and I sent him back to rest early."

Lu Wuming said casually: "He is the young man whom She Mang asked you to take more care of before leaving?"

"Yes, his name is Qi Ling. He was originally the son of a wealthy man in Shanxi, but he didn't want his son to inherit his father's inheritance. Instead, he was determined to join the army and defend the border since he was a child." Xiao Lan said, "He is very opinionated, She Xianfeng liked him very much. ."

Lu Wuming nodded, and then exhorted: "Be careful when you act in a few days." Otherwise, my stupid son will get angry again, and his head hurts when he thinks about it.

The darkness soon swept across the entire desert, it was pitch black with no fingers. At this moment, most people have gone to sleep, but in the coach camp of Xilan Kingdom, there are still candles beating.

Hu Dahan sat on the carpet and said to Yelvxing: "Already on the way to come, about five days later, he will be able to bring him to see the king."

Yeluxing nodded and said, "Uncle hard."

"My lord," Hu Dahan took the opportunity to see that he was in a good mood, "The previous things will pass, so don't worry about it."

Yelvxing smiled and said, "I thought my uncle would persuade me to take this portrait down again."

Hu Dahan followed his gaze, glanced at the portrait of Lu Chai in the tent, and laughed along with him: "Since the king likes it, let's hang it forever." Otherwise, just say this time and time again. Huo couldn't come out of his defeat, fearing that someone else would suffer-the presence of this portrait would at least make him look calmer.

Xiao Lan’s name has become an unknown sign in Xilan’s army. Everyone knows that as long as you meet him on the battlefield, there will never be good things to happen, bloodshed, failure, sacrifice-even The king couldn't escape this curse-like law. He was taken away by the Red Dragon Flying Sand in the first confrontation, and when he met again, he destroyed the ghost town of Stonehenge, which was built with a lot of money, and even lost the life of the national teacher. Go in. As for this time, although the golden unicorn was regained, he injured his arm again. Of course, some people said that the injury was not caused by Xiao Lan, but by Lu Mingyu, whom Wang Shang was thinking about. But what's the difference? Instead of saving face, it made the whole thing sound worse. Not to mention the gunpowder in that Yue'erwan, the soldiers and Youyouquan guide who were blown up, and the red Rakshasa who failed the assassination but cursed with a stinky face. No matter which one, you think of these many things. Suffocated.

As a result, the Xilan State Military Camp was shrouded in a cloud of gloom, and in this lifelessness, only Hu Dahan was still busy every day and didn't know what he was doing.

Yelvxing said: "Uncle go back and rest."

"Yes." Hu Dahan stood up. "The king also rested earlier."

Yelvxing nodded slightly, and personally sent him out of the big tent, but he did not sleep, but continued to sit behind the case, looking at the picture of the military plane in front and the portrait of Lu Chai on the other side. The white clothes are elegant, handsome and elegant—— He still had admiration and admiration in his eyes, just as shocked as he was when he first saw him, but apart from these, after two years of battle and sandstorms, he grew more unwilling and angry. He has suffered too many losses in Xiao Lan's hands, and his heart is like a dead tree covered with sharp blades. The deep desire for killing and shame is rooted in his blood-he doesn't just want to take it away. Lu Chai even wanted to take away his beloved in front of Xiao Lan.

The morning light drenched every gravel, every wisp of wind. Lu Wuming asked, "I haven't slept all night?"

Xiao Lan smiled and said, "Naturally not, but seeing that my senior had a bad appetite yesterday, I got up early and made some porridge."

Lu Wuming: "..."

Xiao Lan handed the bowl over: "Mingyu also likes to eat it very much."

Lu Wuming took a sip and found an ordinary bowl of white porridge. It was tasteless, not thick, and lacklustre, so he couldn't help but feel sad. That little boy was more or less a person who had opened a large restaurant in Wangcheng. I was so deceived by this bowl of gruel that could count the grains of rice.

Xiao Lan consciously said: "The skill is not good, so I will practice more later."

Lu Wuming finished a few sips and said, "Let's go, let's go."

Xiao Lan agreed and greeted the others to turn over the yellow sand and bury the traces of the camp.

Since the purpose of everyone's trip was not to fight a war, but to pretend to be a ghost, they were extremely careful all the way. At this twilight, a man suddenly rushed out of the yellow sand that did not disperse on his horse. His expression was extremely anxious. He ran forward like a fly covering his head. Behind him were dozens of riders. The Xilan soldiers on the horses chased him, shouting loudly, as if they were making him stop, but the man in front was not willing to listen. Instead of stopping, he kicked the horse's belly hard, urging him to stop. Run faster. The person who headed Xilan Kingdom saw in his eyes, a trace of irritation flashed through his eyes, his right hand simply drew three arrow feathers from the quiver behind him, and the full moon shot out with a curved bow.

The sharp arrow spear cut the air, and the gentle wind along the way chopped the yellow sand into two pieces. Seeing that the cold light was about to sink into the man's back, suddenly an iron whip came in the air. arrow.

Qi Ling slipped to Xiao Lan's side, then secretly relieved.

The little Xilan cavalry hurriedly tightened the reins, and finally realized that it was a trap at all. They looked at the murderous figure standing on the horse not far in front, and behind him, ghostly from the sand one after another. Chu Jun, who appeared in the dust, gradually sweated his palms.

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Lu Xiaochai: Dad! father! The porridge is delicious!