Royal Road

The convoy just drove into Taihang Pass, Liang Feng didn't even get out of the car, so he just spoke. The tone was not like asking, but like reproaching.

However, Yi Yan seemed to have not heard it, and said in a deep voice: "After Shuori, the general will join forces with General Linghu to attack the city, and the Huns fled. The chase killed more than 3,000 more, and the soldiers were scattered. Qi County has been returned to me. In the hands of the army."

This is a real victory. Not only did they seize Qixian County, they also completely drove out the besieged Huns from Jinyang. The army fled, fearing it would be difficult to gather. If the Huns wanted to attack, they would have to work hard. Originally, Liang Feng was afraid that Yi Yan would be hot-headed, so he left the war and ran. Now it looks like it's coming to show your merits.

However, there is absolutely no reason for him to blame for such performance.

After a pause, Liang Feng said, "Bo Yuan has worked hard in this battle."

Dao's hard work seems too light, but Yi Yan's head is lowered: "The main bus is too tired, and the general has already prepared the room. Please get off the bus and take a rest."

Taihangxing cannot be bypassed from Luoyang to Bingzhou. And when passing through the narrow mountain road of Taihangxing, when you arrive at Taihangguan, you will often go to the west mountain. For the security of the pass, most people have to leave the pass to rest at the mountain station. However, Liang Feng is more than ordinary people, but the real master of Taihang Pass. He is here, not to mention that it is the army village on the side, even the few rooms in the Guan can be vacated.

When Qiaomei heard this, she couldn't help but smiled, and hurriedly set up the bamboo curtain of the carriage. The host has been on the road for two days, so if you have a room, you should have a good rest.

Liang Feng looked at the tall bamboo curtain, sighed inwardly, and stepped out of the carriage. However, after stepping on the ground, I don't know if the motion sickness has not completely disappeared, and my knees swayed, almost unable to stand firmly.

A hand stretched out obliquely, supporting him. Yi Yan didn't know when he came to his side, just like in the past, supporting his arm with his hand.

The summer shirt is thin and the palms are hot. Just a touch, a clear feeling rushed up. It seems that even the thick calluses of the fingertips are printed in the bone marrow.

Liang Feng only felt that the cold hairs on his back were standing up, but he moved his arms quietly on his face: "Lead the way."

With an empty hand, Yi Yan's eyes could not help but dim. Suppressing the loss, he took a step forward: "The room is here, the lord will come with me."

Such a small pass, there is really not much room. However, Yiyan's selection was not bad. In the place near the secluded well in front of the pass, a vacant room was secluded. It should have been cleaned long ago. It was spotlessly clean, paved and couched, and there was even a table. It is several times better than the street camp.

Under the command of Qingmei, the accompanying servant quickly set up the incense burner and other daily necessities. Because of motion sickness, Liang Feng has not eaten much during his trip, and now he has no appetite. Jiang Da followed, looked around the room, and praised: "It's great here, it's time for injections. Let the lord do a wash first."

The rough conditions in the field are not conducive to the acupuncture. In the past two days, he is looking forward to rushing back to Bingzhou.

Before Liang Feng spoke, Yi Yan said: "The hot water is ready. I'll let someone get it."

The wooden bucket filled with hot water was quickly delivered. Qingmei's hand was extremely neat, and he took the copper basin and waited for Liang Feng to clean his face and feet. At this moment, it's hard to speak up. Liang Feng looked down, Ren Xiaomai waited on him to wash. When the white feet were put in the basin, Yi Yan suddenly said, "I heard that the lord was promoted to the post of governor."

Liang Feng's toes swayed, and there was a slight wave of water: "Well, the emperor also promoted me to be a county lord and exempted me from taxation for three years. But General Anbei will have other candidates."

The simple single sentence made Yi Yan's heart start. He could see that the person in front of him was thinner again, and his complexion was very pale. The trip to Luoyang may be more than just a burdensome journey. Just by looking at the appointment of General Anbei, you can know the defensive heart of the East Sea King. In this line, the lord is afraid that he will suffer no less.

And he was not at the lord's side.

"In the end, I will only listen to the lord's orders." Yi Yan lowered his blue eyes and whispered.

This is a word of allegiance, but Liang Feng can hear the deep affection hidden in the words. My head aches again, this is Yi Yan, how can I untie the knot?

Lifting his foot, Liang Feng Ren Qingmei wiped off the water marks and lay sideways on the couch: "State affairs, let's go back and talk about it."

Jiang Da also took a step forward: "The lord's words are very serious. After two days of trekking, we should take a good rest. Governor Yi, come and help..."

This time before Jiang Da finished speaking, Liang Feng stopped the conversation: "No, it's just a pin for wormwood. Just have a green plum."

Jiang Da raised his eyebrows. The lord was afraid of itching, and someone had to help hold his hand when he was acupuncture. It’s nothing more than going out to serve Qingmei. Now Yiyan is here. He can press more firmly and is familiar with diagnosis and treatment. Why not?

However, the lord has ordered it down, and he does not need to force it to change. Shaking his head, he took out the needle bag in his arms and prepared for the needle. Qiaomei is also used to serving these days, her cheeks are reddish, and she presses the host's slightly thin legs with her hands. Those catkins are delicate and tender, and their strength is not small. It just feels completely different.

Liang Feng closed his eyes, as if to isolate those lingering things in his memory. Yi Yan stood by, clenching his fists tightly. He knew that after that, things would become very different from the past. But when I really faced it, there was still heartache. Even so, he would not give up. There is always something that can prevent the lord from actually driving him away.

Acupuncture of moxa is a routine practice, Jiang Da is fast on his hand, and the injection is completed in a short time. After a sigh of relief, he exhorted: "Lord, take another medicine and go to bed as soon as possible. It will take two days to get back to Lucheng. Don't be too exhausted."

A health doctor followed and couldn't escape even if he wanted to. Liang Feng nodded: "You guys should rest earlier, too. Order to go down. There is no need to rotate today."

He can sleep in the bullock cart, but the following people are responsible for vigilance. After finally returning to my own land, I naturally want everyone to sleep well.

Jiang Da felt warm and got up and quit. Yi Yan did not follow to exit, but leaned back two steps and stood in front of the door: "I'm vigil for the lord."

"Bo Yuan!" Liang Feng frowned, "You just regained Qixian County, so you should have a good rest. What night to watch?!"

Yi Yan did not make concessions: "I am the lord's personal guard, and I am the lord's vigil."

This was the first time that Liang Feng met Yi Xie that year, and what he said has now been moved out as-is. Liang Feng almost laughed out of anger, "Why don't you become a captain and become a **** again?"

Yi Yan closed his mouth, of course he couldn't just be a guard. Can you be taken seriously by guarding the lord's side like a shadow? will not. The best choice is to eliminate thieves and bandits for him, repel strong enemies, and protect the Shangdang and even the entire territory of Bingzhou. What the lord needs is always a general, not a guard.

Pressing on his chest with his right hand, Yi Yan delivered a military salute unique to Liang Mansion, and retired silently. Looking at that figure, Liang Feng sighed lightly. Is it a bit too late? But the things lingering in the body have been struggling endlessly, like lingering ghosts. It is inevitable that he will be a little impatient and anxious. Just quit.

Turning his head to look at the dazed little maid, Liang Feng lowered his volume: "You don't have to watch the night today, take a good rest."

Qingmei came back to her senses immediately and whispered: "The servants are not tired..."

Being able to bring herself when traveling, instead of Bihe, has already made her ecstatic. She can survive this exhaustion.

However, the person on the couch waved his hand, beckoning her not to say anything. Seeing that the beautiful eyebrows of the landlord frowned in one place, Qingmei couldn't help but feel a little heartache, and quickly lit the soothing fragrance. The overflow of curling cigarettes made this small room also appear a bit quiet.

Seeing the lord closing her eyes to rest her mind, Qing Mei retired carefully, ready to go to the kitchen to fetch medicine and prepare some light meals. However, as soon as she left the house, she was shocked. I saw a tall man sitting tall by the door, guarding the door like a King Kong. It was Lieutenant Yi who had just quit.

What Qingmei wanted to say, but Yi Yan made a silent gesture. This person is not as gentle as the host, and every move reveals something that makes people fearful. However, Qiaomei had seen him take care of the lord, not to mention the presence of such a person, which made people feel a lot safer. Nodding obediently, she quietly left.

Half leaning against the door, Yi Yan's eyes droop slightly. When he first entered Liang's Mansion, he kept vigil for the Lord every day. No matter how exhausted during the day training, as long as you stay outside the Lord's door at night, you feel that you have the strength to do it, and it seems that there is only one loyalty that you can't do for it. Today, however, he is not so innocent. Wanting too much, it has long been beyond the bounds of the master and servant. And this step can never be taken back.

Just like the self-proclaimed changed.

But regret is useless. All he can do is to hold on to the straw more firmly, so as not to be crushed. After all, the lord still needs him.

A slight footstep came from under the corridor, and Yi Yan suddenly raised his head, his icy eyes shot towards him. Qingmei's scared hand trembled with the tray, and her fierce blue eyes had dropped, as if the stare just now ceased to exist. After sighing in a low voice, Qingmei tiptoed around the Jie Ren youth and entered the house.

The door was closed again, and Yi Yan quietly closed his eyes.

After drinking the medicine and using some congee and rice, Liang Feng lay back on the couch. The symptoms of motion sickness gradually subsided, and another feeling of inconvenience came up again. Make him toss and turn, hard to sleep. He had tasted this when he was in Luoyang. But I didn't expect it to be just one side, and it evoked the tingling sensation in the back. It embarrassed him more than an addiction!

After the withdrawal, how can Liang Feng succumb to this problem? Gritting his teeth away from the mess in his mind, he tried hard to put himself into a deep sleep. However, unconsciously, one hand kept rubbing the place just touched, seeming to want to wipe the rough touch from the arm completely.

So from the beginning of the night, when the moonlight filled the ground, he fell asleep. Just when everything in the room returned to tranquility, the door creaked softly and was pushed open a gap.

A figure walked into the room under the moonlight. Without armor, his steps are very light, as light as a ghost, and he has not awakened the two masters and servants who had fallen asleep. Bypassing the sleeping little girl, the man came to Liang Feng's couch and knelt down. The dim moonlight made the sleeping face on the bed a little uneasy.

Looking very deeply and quietly for a long while, the man gently raised his hand and stroked the opposite cheek. The caress, lighter than a feather, slid down the cheekbone, and stopped on the soft lips. It's just such a touch, and I remember the feelings of the soul. As if being disturbed by the touch, the person on the couch moved and moved up like a little beast.

In the quiet room, the panting voice suddenly became louder. But soon, it calmed down again. The hand was nostalgic for a while on the other's cheek, and then he retracted it.

Without any other actions, the dark shadow seemed to grow on the side of the couch, not moving for a long time.

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