A thousand mountains of wind and snow

One side is engraved with exquisite patterns, green bamboo, lily of the valley, stage... Wen Jiang's fingertips tremblingly caressed each trace, so he was actually busy with this these days?Ask Cheng Lan also want this top-grade fluorite?

Suddenly opened the curtain and looked back, the boy was still there, waving at him from a distance, as if he said something, "I..."

What am I?It was too far away, and was so quickly annihilated by the smile, he couldn't see clearly.

Seeing the boy in black gradually disappearing from sight, Wen Jiang just looked back. He thought he knew himself well and could pretend to be like when he lost his memory, but he didn't expect that he had guessed it a long time ago, or that his He knows every bit of the changes, whether it's Yuran or Wen Jiang, it's just a play of two fools deceiving themselves and others, a dream with nothing to worry about.

It's a pity that the good dream must wake up eventually, and it's not yet the time to be free from worries, and we will see each other eventually.

Seeing the carriage gradually disappearing from sight, Zhao Shu just led the horse back as if he had just woken up from a dream. Master Jiu appeared out of nowhere, "Actually, I have always wondered why you trust Changyu so much? Could it be that As the saying goes, love makes people lose their minds?"

Zhao Shu smiled, he would rather lose his mind once and follow him without hesitation, "Master Jiu, you, a monk, why are you so interested in these love affairs? Could it be that our Master Jiu has seen through Buddhism and is going back to the world of mortals? In this way, when the time comes, the chief executive is scheduled to bring a cart full of good wine to congratulate him!"

"You stinky boy! Nonsense! Believe it or not, I'm going to report you in front of Benefactor right now!"

"Master Jiu, we've known each other for so long anyway, why do you treat me like a stinky child by taking every bite of a benefactor?"

"The benefactor is kind and generous, and he brought so many medicinal materials, you... there is only one person in your head."

Zhao Shu didn't refute, "Because I know what kind of person he is, and his eyes can't lie. If he came here with a heart of revenge, would I still be safe and sound? Besides, who said Those who come out of hell are Shura, and stars can rise from hell."

"Your star!"

"Yes! My star!" Zhao Shu laughed.

Master Jiu only thinks that this poor child is hopeless, love is a glass of wine, whoever drinks it is the one who gets drunk!

"At the beginning, I don't know who was thinking of a separation and two widths. He walked his Qingyun Road, and you were covered with snow in your northern Xinjiang. If you are like this, you might as well just let him go."

Zhao Shu looked up at the direction where he was going, and said with a smile, "I wish for a long time, not in the morning and evening."

From farewell to each other, each has his own way, even if he is concerned, he only hangs in his heart.

In spring, the east wind is thawing, the sun is beautiful and peaceful, in summer, the wind is blowing, and the sun is long, and in autumn, the water and sky are one color, and the wind and moon are clear.

In the end, he also became a person who can still get drunk on the battlefield with the roar of war horses in his ears, and every bit of his heartfelt lovesickness will be sent to the place of lovesickness until the snow falls in spring.

"Brother Wen Wen! Brother Wen Wen!" The little girl ran in holding a big snow-white fox.

Herring followed in with an apologetic expression, "I told you Mr. Wen is busy!"

Wen Jiang, however, waved his hand to signal that there was nothing to do and asked his followers to retreat, squatting halfway in front of Yi'er, and said with a smile, "Why are you so happy?"

Yi'er's beautiful almond eyes sparkled, "Just now when I went out to buy candy, I heard people say General Zhao Shu, brother Wen Wen! Zhao Shu! Zhao Changyu! It's my uncle, right!"

"Well, I haven't come here yet to tell you that Changyu has made contributions in northern Xinjiang."

Yi'er hugged the chubby big fox and jumped up and down happily, "Yi'er said that Yi'er's uncle is the most powerful person! Does that mean that Yi'er will see his uncle soon?"

Wen Jiang reached out and gently touched the top of the little girl's head, "Well, soon."

Herring outside the door felt a little sad unconsciously when she saw such a scene. At first, the young master left a letter asking them to take good care of Yier on her behalf, and then left. Later, I heard that the young master gave up his title for Changning Houfu. Ren Ping An was driven to the bitter and cold northern Xinjiang alone.

This means that the little lady disappeared somehow, and the whole Taoyuan was frantically looking for her, but she accidentally ran to the mountains chasing the kite, and wanted to go back but couldn't find the way. Walking around in the mountains, he ran into Wen Jiang somehow.

At first, Herring was quite afraid of Wen Jiang. Even if the eldest son only said that he was talented but had no power, it was a last resort. After all, the destruction of the Hou Mansion was attributed to him, and the destruction of the Jiang family was inseparable from the eldest son. , I thought he would be unfavorable to Yi'er.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jiang actually treated Yi'er as his own. Yi'er had brought some roots of disease out of the sea of ​​fire in the past, and it was Wen Jiang's careful care that made it safe.

The child chose to stay in Ningdu with brother Wenwen and wait for his uncle to come home, and Herring could only accompany him, but he didn't want to hear that Zhao had returned after three years in a row. The name Shu, I thought it was an indescribable contempt, but I didn't expect that it was a prestigious young talent in my ears.

Northern Xinjiang

With a beautiful turn of the young man's wrist, he avoided the fatal blow with ease. Cheng Lan laughed loudly and dropped his sword. Already!"

"Who says it's not, Changyu can fight you, Boss Cheng, and you still let me be a living target for Changyu!" He Qian complained, rubbing his shoulders.

"If you don't move, you will almost be half buried in the ground. Do you expect Chang Yu to cut the vegetables growing on your head?"

He Qian stared at the sky speechlessly, Cheng Lan owed a lot more than him, why did everyone always say that he owed him?

"General He's sword is not old, it's still a tree."

"Changyu can talk more than you guys!" He Qian was very happy when Zhao Shu said this, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch his head, but was very sad to find that Zhao Shu was already a group of people. It's the tallest one, what does this kid eat?Is it a Chinese cabbage?Grow taller in the sun?

Cheng Lan looked at Zhao Shu with a smile, "Tell me, does Changyu want something weird again?"

"Chang Yu wants to go to Lin Customs."

Cheng Lan pinched his brows helplessly, "Everyone likes ease, why are you rushing to find a job?"

Zhao Shu smiled and said nothing, Cheng Lan waved his hand, "That's all, you child, you can do everything well, go ahead, be careful in everything."

Zhao Shu's stay in the Northern Xinjiang military camp is a bit like that of Zhao Changxing back then. While galloping on the battlefield to defend the border and secure the people, he also helped Cheng Lan to make up for the loopholes in the Northern Xinjiang military camp and pull out the moths in private. His plan.

He Qian pursed his lips, tsk, which unlucky guy is going to be unlucky again, their parent, Yu Na, is a dumpling stuffed with black sesame seeds, and he is helping to get rid of many moths with a smile, and now he is the only general in charge of the luggage backup ah!

Rin Customs is originally a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it is a big city close to Beiman. Even if you look out from the top of the tower, you can vaguely see the city not far away, although it is easy to defend and difficult to attack. But it is a place that is difficult to communicate with the outside world. Every time you send supplies, you have to go through a test of a high mountain. There are bandits in this mountain. When people reach the point of no return, they even dare to rob the court. Some are truly dangerous.

It's near the festive season, and there are many things sent from above to be delivered. This backup has always been held in Zhao Shu's hands. to blame.

This fame and falsehood are nothing more than a snap of the fingers. Once something unexpected happens to Yunyan, fame will become a life-threatening shackle, and Zhao Shu knows this truth very well.

A group of people was heading to Nalin Customs with supplies, when suddenly a man in Northern Xinjiang military uniform ran up to him, "Little General Zhao, it was snowing heavily at Lin Customs a few days ago, and it was said that the heavy snow fell ahead The stone blocks the way, and I'm afraid I can't walk this way."

Zhao Shu raised his eyes and looked at the sun hanging high in the sky. There was more than one road to Rin Customs, but if he changed to another road, it might be night when he arrived at Rin Customs. The risk, now that it has reached half of the position, there is absolutely no reason to just go back like this.

Zhao Shu instructed to change the road. The road was quite soft after the snow melted, and the horseshoes clattered through the mud. As dusk gradually rose, a dark blue halo shrouded the mountains and forests, and the dead trees looked gloomy in the daytime. Terrible.

"Xiao...Xiao General Zhao, we have been walking here for an hour." The soldier pointed to a strange rock beside him, "This stone was here an hour ago, did some ghost hit the wall? "

Often at the intersection, if there is a deviation in cognition and it is difficult to coexist, it will evolve into a strange story.

There were whispers of all kinds of ghosts in his ears. Zhao Shu looked at it from the corner of his eyes, and everyone except him seemed to have some fear on their faces.

That's right, strange talk is prevalent in this northern border. The northern barbarian saint once played a scene on the battlefield, drawing fire and retreating. strength.

Zhao Shu jumped down immediately, reached out his hand to touch the strange rock, and said, "In that case, let's spend the night here first, and then go on until dawn."

At first, everyone thought that this little General Zhao, who was not afraid of tigers when he was a newborn calf, would definitely not let go easily. After all, when everyone was shocked by the monstrous fire, this man directly injured the northern barbarian saint with an arrow. How can she be afraid of her technique now?

Probably because the things transported this time are too important, even 1 of them should not be overly cautious.

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