Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

The setting sun was like blood, and after fighting for most of the day, the Mongolian army finally couldn't hold back the fearless and brave reinforcements. After the leading general was cut down with a knife, the dragons fled without a leader.

Guo Jing never thought that he would be able to defend Xiangyang City. The disparity between the enemy and ourselves made it an extremely difficult task. The certainty on the surface was not to inspire the morale of the army. He was already ready to die for the country.

The hope of victory was so slim that when his wife, Huang Rong, hugged him with tears and laughter, he was still in a dream for a while, unable to react.

"Defend... hold...?" He stammered and asked, his eyes widened like a general who sticks to a lonely city, but he had a bit of a naive aura when he was a fledgling, which made Huang Rong's heart soft and teary He said softly, "Hold it!"

The Mongolian army that has besieged Xiangyang City for so many years just...retired...?

Guo Jing scrambled to the edge of the city wall and looked down, just in time to watch the general who brought reinforcements draw out the long knife stuck on the corpse, the blood dripped down on the ground, staining the hem of his azure robe red .

Seemingly aware of Guo Jing's eyes, the man turned his eyes sideways with a half-smile, the end of his eyes seemed to be stained with blood, with a bright scarlet color, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and passed him by.

Guo Jing was stunned, then he remembered that he should open the city gate to let the reinforcements in, but he saw a tall man wearing a bamboo hat saying something beside the general, the general waved his hand, and the reinforcements lined up in a row, all the horses were silent Dust away.

"Husband..." Guo Jing suddenly came back to his senses, and seeing Huang Rong's haggard face beside him, he said firmly, "The siege of Xiangyang has been lifted, you and I will take Fu'er and the others and go back to seclusion!"

For ten years in Xiangyang, the wife by his side accompanied him through thick and thin, and bore children for him. When he was young, his flowery face was gradually haggarded by wind and frost, and his brows and eyes were full of exhaustion, but he never refuted his opinion, and he was always gentle and firm. Stand beside "Brother Jing" and be his strongest support, now...

Guo Jing was in a trance, listening to someone outside the city shouting "Kublai Khan is dead!", and slowly smiled.

"it is good."

He heard himself say it.

Since then, I have returned to the field to remove my armor, and I will eat and drink tea for the rest of my life, and I will never ask about the world.

The sound of thousands of horses galloping in the distance gradually subsided, and the horses and soldiers turned into dust and annihilated on the ground. Only the two leaders were still riding forward. Jing Jiyan rode very fast, and only the whistling wind burst into his ears. After blowing, the wind was still a bit chilly in the early spring weather, and it rushed to the face in waves, freezing the boiling blood on the battlefield again.

Diarmuid followed closely behind Kyogokuhiko, and Kyogokuhiko's mood had gradually calmed down, so he naturally couldn't feel what Kyogokuhiko was feeling right now. When it was sad, he just read it out. Feeling relieved, he should be happy, and he can clearly see a bit of sadness and loneliness. Such a complicated and elusive mood is an unsolvable problem for Celtic warriors who have always been straightforward and unkind.

Fortunately, Kyogokuhiko didn't need his careful persuasion. As the emperor, Kyogokuhiko's self-regulation ability has always been perfect, and he quickly recovered his usual calmness.

He chose the road by himself, and he never gave himself room for regret.

As soon as he reined in and slowed down, he turned his head and saw Diarmuid with a worried expression on his face. He was not wearing a bamboo hat that could cover his face in a place where no one was around, and his cheeks were still flushed with the blush that had not faded after strenuous exercise. The sweat on his forehead had already been blown dry by the wind, and his golden eyes were full of worry, glowing like amber.

Although it looked really stupid, this kind of sincere worry was very beneficial to Kyogoku Hiko, and he stopped slowly and waited for Diarmuid to keep pace with him, pulling the other side's skirt and kissing to prove that he was in a good mood now.

After the magic power circulation in his body was restored to balance, he stored a large amount of magic power at an unimaginable speed. It seemed that he was also frightened by the depletion of the deadly magic power this time. Several semi-closed magic power nodes were automatically formed in his body. Store excess magic from daily absorption for emergencies.

Diarmuid struggled to get out of the kiss, and held the rein tightly so as not to fall. Even though he knew that they would not be seen on the sparsely populated mountain path, he still couldn't help but look around , with a guilty conscience.

"Don't you ask me what I said to Huang Rong?" Jing Jiyan asked, licking the corners of his lips.

"What did you say?" Diarmuid blinked and asked subconsciously following his words.

"The birds are gone." Jing Jiyan said with a smile, it is indeed a good thing that Guo Jing has defended Xiangyang, but a general, a general who came from the rivers and lakes, is destined to be no match for those old foxes in the court.

A smart person knows that when he retreats, he will retreat. Besides, what Guo Jing wanted was never a high official or a generous salary.The rescue was saved, and Kyogokuhiko didn't mind pushing it again.

Diarmuid paused, and then asked: "Where are we going next?" This country was completely unfamiliar to him, not to mention the scene of the raging war, which made him even more cautious.

Jing Jiyan squinted his eyes and looked at the sky for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Let's go to the south of the Yangtze River."

In the south of the Yangtze River, the fireworks grow in March and the warblers fly, and the good news of Xiangyang City seems to spread all over the world, adding a bit of joy and vitality to the dynasty that was already in its twilight. Counting down to win the throne, there is no such a climate in which Mongolia can't afford to go south like this in more than ten years.

The painted boats on the Qinhuai River were newly decorated, and the bustard greeted the guests who hadn’t come to the door for a long time with a smile on her face, even the new faces who were not very familiar, for the sake of the golden locket thrown at random, she was also very attentive.

Strictly speaking, it is not convenient for Diarmuid to appear in this kind of place. The exotic faces always attract all kinds of eyes—most of them are not with good intentions, and the love mole is in this time and space with huge aesthetic differences. It also lost its power, not to mention that in order to isolate prying eyes, Diarmuid wears a green gauze hat that can cover his chest most of the time when he is outside.

Green gauze bamboo hat, dark bunt, and a short weapon wrapped in cloth on his back, this attire made him look like a sneaky person in the Jianghu. Kyogokuhiko walked a few steps and realized that Diarmuid hadn't followed. When he turned around, he was blocked by the short bustard who had just reached his chest. Even if he couldn't see his current expression, he could imagine that he must be in some embarrassment Poor phase of color.

"He was brought by me." A purse embroidered with a double lotus was thrown into the hands of the madam. The experienced madam touched the material, weighed it again, and moved away with a smile on her face, "Guest officer, please come inside."

The second-floor painting boat in Diaolianghuadong is now full of singing and dancing, the dancers on the stage are dancing the new dance music, and the servants are smiling coquettishly and snuggling into the arms of the guests.

It's hard for you to imagine, but half a month ago, the place was still suffering from the fear of the coming war, depression and desolation, and panic all day long.

Diarmuid seemed a little uncomfortable with such an environment, and Kyogokuhiko didn't force him, and just smiled and sent him away to leave the servant girl in the room. The small box is elegant and clean, and it is placed between the ground floor and the second floor. The outer layer is surrounded by a bamboo fence, and as soon as you stretch out your head, you can see the moving figure of the dancer below. If you don't want to see it, there is also a gauze curtain to cover it.

"Why, haven't you seen this before?" Kyogokuhiko took off the bamboo hat on Diarmuid's head and put it aside, and fiddled with his hair that had grown longer these days, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Diarmuid can be regarded as the most jerky character he has ever seen when it comes to matters between men and women. He is not a child in the mythology, but for some reason, he behaves like a child. It just makes him have bad intentions to tease .

"Women are not allowed to attend Celtic feasts." Diarmuid sighed and looked away from the audience. He should thank the guests for having a minimum of shame , It's just talking about Meng Lang, didn't something unsightly happen on the spot.

"Oh?" Jing Jiyan raised his eyebrows. He had only read the Celtic myths and legends, but he didn't know that Celtic still had such customs.

Diarmuid sighed again, facing Kyogokuhiko's strange eyes as if he was looking at some saint, he didn't know whether he should continue to explain to him that although there were no maids at the feast, there would be young servants who were about to enter the adult stage. .

In fact, the Celtics have always regarded feasting as a sign of true adulthood for young people.

The boy toasts and dedicates himself to the hero he admires, transforming from an immature boy into a mature man.

And Diarmuid, as the chief of the Fiona Knights, had handed him countless wine glasses, but unfortunately, those teenagers with admiration in their eyes were politely rejected by the knights.

Therefore, he was once ridiculed by his comrades for being shy and shy.

Diarmuid's memories and small entanglements were quickly interrupted by the applause from below. At some point on the stage, a veiled and slim woman stood dancing on a small drum that was less than an inch away. , The sound of the piano sounded bursts from the side of the stage, and the unattractive young man in green shirt sat behind the screen, flicking his fingertips from the strings, the sound of the piano was like water.

But at the age of fifteen or sixteen, his piano skills are already perfect.

Kyogokuhiko stopped tapping his fingers on the table, with a smile on his face.

He had nothing to do and ran to the painting boat on the Qinhuai River. It wasn't that he was full and had nothing to do. He came here to find someone.

It is clearly recorded in the history books that after more than ten years, the general who went south from Mongolia again led troops to guard the gate of the country, took the emperor to make the princes power over the court, and finally added a yellow robe to his body.

As the night darkened, the boy hurried away after playing a few tunes. He was thin and thin, holding the piano with his head buried in the alley, and turned into the low house at the deepest part of the alley.

The lamp was like a bean, and the young man turned on the light wearily, and read a half of the book. If his mother was still alive, he would probably scold him again for practicing the new score instead of doing this useless work. The only wealth Qin Huai's mother left to him is probably his amazing piano skills.No matter how much he reads poetry and books, he will never have the chance to become famous in one fell swoop, but he just refuses to accept his fate. He can hear a lot of news that ordinary people can't hear when he is on a boat. One day there will be chaos, and a dynasty that is rotten from the root cannot be saved by one or two victories.

Troubled times produce a hero, who cares about his origin, whether he serves the emperor or follows the chaotic party, it is better than spending his whole life in this fireworks and willow alley.

Undoubtedly, he can also make a name in history.

After turning over dozens of pages in the book, the young man finally fell into a deep sleep exhausted. When he woke up again, he was wearing a sky-blue crane cloak, two ingots of gold pressed a book of war, and the cloud patterns were written like dragons and snakes. "Qianlong in the Yuan" four characters.

Thousands of years later, there is a record in the history books: The emperor once said: "When I was young, I dreamed of meeting an immortal. I saw that my clothes were very thin. I took off my outer robe and put them on. I also saw that the walls of my house were bare and gave me two pieces of gold. Asked the immortal for his life, he said: 'Qian The dragon is in the deep', so I gave me a volume of military books. I am very grateful!"

Kyogokuhiko was lying on the big ship bound for Japan, sleepy and dizzy from a hangover, hiding his achievements and fame.

He didn't know that in the following thousands of years, the crane cloak he gave away on a whim would change hands several times, adding countless legends that seem to be true and false. As a contract item for the summoning of heroic spirits.