Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

There was a faint thunder sound from a distant place, and the haze covered the sky.

The vicinity of the Guzhen stronghold is very desolate, but in the past few months, there has been "jingling" on the north slope every day. Countless civilians and soldiers are building a castle, and the dust and smoke on the hillside is not lively.

Guo Shao watched for a while at the entrance of the barracks, feeling restless today for some reason. When he looked up at the sky, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was extremely hot without sunlight. Luo Yanhuan at the side said slowly: "It's going to rain, it's hot and hot before it rains, and you're sweating non-stop."

As soon as the words fell, the sky and the earth flashed with lightning, Guo Shao raised his heart, and sure enough, after waiting for a while, there was a loud "cracker boom". The thunderstorm didn't wake him up, but an inexplicable panic struck him, as if something was going to happen.

Dark clouds moved in the sky, and the wind picked up. After a while, the bean-sized raindrops fell obliquely, and the soldiers on the top of the mountain scattered to find places to hide from the rain. Countless people walked on the mountain. Compared with the invisible momentum between heaven and earth, they looked like ants.

The wind and rain were precarious, and the water mist splashed on the ground was mixed with dust that was not soaked, surging layer by layer in the wind.

"Huh, huh..." The pouring rain roared and slanted down in the wind as if angry, like urging drums. The air was soon filled with layers of rain curtains, and the noise of the rain and the wind was pervasive and noisy.

Guo Shao felt a little dazed, as if there were thousands of troops shouting amidst the noise and the hazy and gloomy scene. No, it's not the thousands of troops that can be seen, but the countless souls who died in war after war, weeping and mourning in the wilderness and among the mountains and rivers.

He took a long breath and thought about it: After the Hu Jie army succeeded in Qingniling, they fought for Qingniling for the reinforcements of the Shu army; It is unlikely that the Shu army will chase after Qingniling, and Guzhen should be a safer rear.

If so, where does the panic come from?

Guo Shao turned around and left the camp gate, and walked straight out of the rain towards the direction of the Zhongjun Xingyuan. The general behind shouted: "Guo Dushi." He ignored it, let the rain soak the armor and the clothes inside, and walked pretending to be calm.

After walking for a while, we walked into a complex of buildings with blue tiles and earth walls that served as the camp of the Chinese army. I saw Jingniang and Qingxu watching the rain under the eaves, Qingxu reached out to the edge of the eaves, and then played with the rainwater left from the tiles, she looked bored. Seeing Guo Shao coming straight out of the rain, he and Jing Niang looked at him curiously.

Guo Shao walked under the eaves, and there was a puddle of water where he stood. He looked at Qingxu and said: "I have already sent someone to Mount Emei to look for your master. It has been a month or two. The people from the Shu army have come twice to transport money and redeem people. Why hasn't Chen Tuan come yet?" Finally he couldn't help but add, "Your master should care about your life and death, right?"

Qingxu looked at him innocently: "My master is either sleeping or traveling around studying. The people you send may not be able to find him."

Guo Shao asked again: "How can I find him?"

Qingxu said: "There is a Taoist temple in Mount Emei, and Master often stays there. If you want me to go, I will wait for him in Mount Emei. Master can always find me in the past. When I saw Master, I told him that you and Yuzhen saved my life and asked him to come to you."

Guo Shao didn't answer, he thought I'll let you go, if Chen Tuan doesn't come, where can I find someone?

Qingxu asked again: "Why are you looking for my master?"

Guo Shao persuaded, "Shu and China are still at war, and the road to Shu is very dangerous. You are safe with Jingniang now."

Qingxu said: "You can send me to Mount Hua. When Master comes back from Mount Emei, he will go to Mount Hua and he will come to find me."

Guo Shao ignored it, turned around and went in to change clothes. Xin Dao Anyway, Chen Tuan's disciple is in my hand, at least I have a hole card; if I don't have anything in my hand, it doesn't even matter if I ask him in the future, how can I meet someone?

He took a cloth robe and put it on, thinking that there would be no battle in this rainy day, so he didn't even wear the armor, and asked the guards to hang it on a wooden stand to dry. He took out a letter from the parcel, and read it again, having nothing to do in the rainy weather.

A letter written by Xiang Xun after returning to Beijing. It was mentioned that the imperial court had launched a full-scale war against the Southern Tang Kingdom. Guo Shao was stationed in Guzhen this time, so he was not able to participate in the battle of Huainan immediately, but now he has no expectations for military merits... If it were changed to before the attack on Shu, he must be very anxious to make meritorious service. But since thinking about Empress Fu last time, I have no more thoughts. Later, even the Shu army sent the ransom goods, but he was not interested in asking Zuo You and other generals to share them.

I was just thinking about it before, but in the past few days, for some reason, I have been in a trance and inexplicably anxious. It always feels like something is wrong.

Guo Shao turned his head and saw the inkstone thrown in the corner, so he called the guards on duty at the door, and shouted: "The inkstone over there, go fill it with water and adjust the ink, I want to write a letter."

"Here." The soldier replied.

The inkstone was used and not washed last time, and it was already stained with dried ink, so it was made into ink by adding some water. After Guo Shao set up the pen and paper, he thought about writing a letter to Xiang Xun, planning to mention the queen in the letter and ask about the queen's recent situation.

He still writes like that, with sentence breaks. This is not because he is worried that others will not be able to read and write sentences. Instead of writing in classical Chinese, he uses colloquial Chinese. He also doesn't use punctuation, and when he pauses in writing, he just hits a dot of ink, anyway, people who read the letter should be able to read it.

After a while, Jing Niang came to see her. She came forward to greet her, but Guo Shao didn't lift his head, and pointed to the left with a brush. He just remembered that there was a round stool there. Seeing that he was concentrating on writing, Jing Niang couldn't help being curious, she glanced at it calmly, and after just one glance, she found that there were many ink dots on it, and her expression was suddenly stunned.

Guo Shao noticed her gaze and didn't take it seriously. Anyway, he is a military commander, and he can read and write pretty well. He thought to himself: In fact, I have read books and learned more knowledge than scholars in this era, but I didn't concentrate on studying ancient prose.

Jingniang said: "Qingxu has nothing to do here all day long, and wants to go to Mount Hua, I think we should send her to Mount Hua, Fu Yaozi also often goes to Mount Hua..."

"Never let Qingxu go." Guo Shao blurted out without any hesitation.

Immediately, Jingniang lost her voice, and he came back to his senses: Jingniang didn't know what he was thinking, so saying that would definitely make her feel very strange.

But after waiting for a while, she didn't hear Jingniang asking why she couldn't let her go. Guo Shao couldn't help but looked up at her, thinking that if she didn't ask, he would save the explanation, because it was difficult to explain. But he was worried: Qingxu is a woman, Jingniang is the most convenient person who can take care of Qingxu all the time; moreover, Qingxu also trusts Jingniang, as long as Jingniang can hold her steady, it will save a lot of trouble.

Guo Shao couldn't help asking: "Why don't you ask me to keep Qingxu?"

Jing Niang's voice lost the casualness just now, and her tone was very cold: "You want to do this, of course you have your reasons, I just need to obey."

Guo Shaodao: "You are not a general in the army, only soldiers take obeying orders as their duty."

Jing Niang didn't answer.

Guo Shao looked up at her face, frowned and said, "You won't release her privately just to repay Qingxu's kindness?"

Jing Niang said: "You don't trust me?"

Of course, trust can be divided into severity and degree. Guo Shao now trusts that Jingniang is not in any danger to him, but there are some things he doesn’t say to anyone, and he can’t explain clearly... Jingniang doesn’t understand the importance of Qingxu, so what if he lets go?

Guo Shao sighed, feeling a little annoyed, and said: "Anyway, you must not let Qingxu go! From now on, you and Qingxu must let me know if you and Qingxu want to leave the camp of the Chinese Army; I will order the generals on duty to watch over them."

Jing Niang said coldly: "You don't need the guards to watch, I can obey your wishes better than them. As long as you give orders, I will obey them."

Guo Shao heard something strange, raised his head and looked Jingniang carefully again. She is tall and tall, and there is really no woman's tweaking in her posture and behavior. After she stopped being a Taoist priest, she even lost her mysterious appearance, and her temperament was like a soldier. At first glance, the facial features don't look feminine, but they are serious and determined, with the brightest eyes; Guo Shao has an illusion that there is some extreme emotion in her eyes.

He was taken aback for a moment, feeling in a daze that he was facing a professional strong woman. Jing Niang actually looked directly into his eyes. In this day and age, it is quite rude for a woman to do this... Guo Shao couldn't help thinking: Could it be that she had a psychological problem after seeing the female Taoist priests and the group of nuns being slaughtered?

At this time, Jing Niang said coldly: "You don't believe me because you don't know what kind of person I am."

Guo Shao frowned and said, "Is your father a general?"

Jing Niang said: "No. My late father was in the Southern Han Dynasty before, and he was just a retainer. I also worked for my late father."

Guo Shao murmured, "Father? Has he passed away?"

"Yes. A few years ago, my late father's lord offended a powerful relative, and the other party sent dozens of assassins to besiege the mansion. My late father fought hard to protect him and died in battle."

Guo Shao showed respect for the deceased and praised his loyalty and bravery. Jing Niang said blankly: "You can ask me to do anything, let alone just take care of Qingxu." Jing Niang suddenly became quite weird. As she said, after knowing her for so long, Guo Shao felt that he really didn't really understand her.

"Anything?" Guo Shao gently put the brush on the inkstone, and looked at Jingniang from the beginning to the end, pondering, as if it was difficult to understand her words and deeds today.

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