Small note: I read it myself after five chapters, it was too rough and the rhythm was chaotic, so I will rework and adjust it chapter by chapter. Thank you for your tolerance.

In the desert of Saibei, the two armies have been fighting fiercely for several months, and good news of the Yong army camp has been reported frequently.

Approaching the battle area, a handsome flag was wedged on the thick sandy soil, and the flag cloth was marked with the word majestic and ink - Huo, this boundary, the wind whistles all the year round, the flag cloth is stretched against the wind, and there are strands. Indescribable spirit.

At this moment, just after noon, the sun is the most vicious, and the wind is clamoring loudly, but far away, the human voice actually overshadows the wind, and it is also mixed with the slamming of iron tools. Dayong's soldiers fought against the Turks to fight Zhenglie, and Dayong's soldiers knew better. This battle seemed to be won.

As the saying goes, you know a woman by smelling the fragrance of fat and powder, Lancao Danxin is the daughter of the boudoir, the scent of camellia belongs to a girl in the field, and the one who smells scorching is the little prostitute in the hall. Armor distinguishes rank.

In the middle of the group of soldiers, a large black horse with iron palms nailed deep and shallow footprints. The man on the horse has a resolute face. Even if his brows are furrowed, he feels arrogant and angry rather than evil. .

He was wearing a dark gold armor, and the heart guard on his chest was refracted, making him look bright. When the swords were drawn, a navy blue scarf was raised on his arm, shaking like a head coach.

The man who was fighting at the front was young, wearing silver-gray armor, and because of the blood splattered on his face, he concealed three points of handsomeness.

His arms were also wrapped in scarves, which were bright red, and looked really good in a smear of yellow sand, which made the cold light of the armor feel warm. "Pfft", the sound of the sword being shoved into the stomach, with the wetness of spurting blood, and the stickiness from the rotting of the lungs, pulled it out, and let the wind blow and put it on the sand, the blade thickened by half.

The fierce battle was in full swing, and this sword made everyone around him breathless. It turned out that the Turkic general was completely smashed. The thief was captured first, and the king was captured first. The leader lost his life, and the soldiers automatically panicked for seven points, but there was even more brutality. The Turkic general was cut off by a sword.

There is a rumor in Saibei that the young general of the Huo family in the Yong Dynasty loved to cut off heads, and in big and small battles, he would take the opponent's head in every battle and make a show of it. No, the fresh and warm head is like a blood ball, and he is hung on the saddle, as simple as hanging a jade pendant.

The wind on this plug has not been broken, but the yellow sand has become smaller and cannot be blown away, and the blood and mud have become like puddles. The general was dead, and the remnants of the army saw that the general trend was exhausted.

Victory, the coach raised his arms: "——The prisoners return to the camp!"

Order, no matter if you are injured, tired or dead, you should let go of your throat and let go of the remaining murderous aura, but unexpectedly, the deputy commander wrapped in the red scarf is not, pursing his lips, not saying a word, not saying anything. The horse belly ran to chase and kill the remnants.

"Huo Linfeng!" The coach shouted, but did not call back, "Stop!" He shouted again, but only a figure was seen, and the figure was so far away that only a shadow was left.

Horses hoofs treading blood, Huo Linfeng chased for seven or eight miles, carrying a sword, and the heads of the people on the saddle were bumped, which was a bit of a vivid illusion. As far as the eyes can see, the team of defeated soldiers is far away, there are thirty-four in total.

"Yu" Huo Linfeng stopped thirty paces away, presumably running hot, he took off his helmet, sweating finely, high ponytail, and he saw light all at once. He wiped his face, and the blood on his temples was smudged, smoky.

A group of remnants stepped on the dead end, raised their swords over their heads, and their hearts sank: "Come on! Kill!" The eyes showed, but they were saying, "I am ready to die."

Huo Linfeng took a look at the dead man, slid lightly, and pointed his horse's head on the toe of his boot. He knew that the later he went back, the more handsome the master would be, and he had to hurry up.

So he exaggerated to the extreme, and his shot was a unique move. The golden light and Mars raised the yellow sand in the sky, and he manipulated the momentum of a thousand jins. Except for the wind that came and went, and the sound, they all told him to kill him.

The Liao Liao desert was gusting wind blowing, one second the living people screamed and gasping for breath, the next second the dead people covered their bodies in yellow sand, turned around and kicked their horses, and even the bones were swallowed up.

Taking the reins back to the camp, he could not avoid the mess as he passed through the battlefield. Huo Linfeng stopped and hummed a tune. After each battle, he would hum this song no matter whether he wins or loses, to comfort the bones and souls of the soldiers who sacrificed.

After the song was over, he galloped back to the camp, the camp tent was far away, and Akira saw the head coach standing in front of him. A group of soldiers waited outside the gate of the camp, grabbed his legs and dragged him down, "Hey!"

"This subordinate is willing to take the punishment." He first admitted his mistake and asked for a lighter sentence, and then put a patch on it, "This subordinate will never do it again."

The coach Huo Jinghai, Huo Linfeng's brother, is as calm as a reef in the sea, just unattainable: "As a deputy commander, you don't understand the truth that poor bandits should not chase after them?" , according to the military law, the staff will be punished for sixty."

At this point, Huo Linfeng had to obediently accept the stick. If he was to be re-elected, he would definitely chase the poor. When he was literate, he read military books, and he entered the battlefield at the beginning of the thirteenth year. Today, he has more lives in his hands than the food he eats. If he dares to chase, he dares to recognize it.

The restraint was slightly loosened, the armor was stripped, and the clothes were taken off. Ten sticks show red marks, thirty sticks are swollen like hills, and sixty sticks are completed.

Huo Linfeng didn't snort in pain, but he was also resentful, and gave Huo Jinghai a sneaking glance.

This fierce battle lasted for half a year, intermittently, and the casualties were uncountable. With this victory, he immediately reported to the Emperor Dayong that the chaos at the border had been settled.

It's about waiting, don't rush. Huo Linfeng used to pretend to be a barking tiger to fight in the battlefield, but now that he is at peace, he immediately becomes a lazy playboy, and has been pampered in the tent for three days.

The wound was scabbed, and he was finally willing to wear clothes, a dark blue and almost black uniform, tied with a right rib, narrow sleeves, rolling textured edges, and a dark crown. He rectified properly, and he can be "the Yushu Linfeng".

Leaving the tent and looking for Huo Jinghai, "Big Brother," the scolded and beaten man lost his temper. He called out affectionately, and happily mounted his horse, "Go back to the city!"

The two brothers galloped outside the city, and the people in the city embraced and greeted each other. Huo Linfeng was tired of socializing: "Brother, I'll go first." He turned his back on his brother, pulled the reins, and went away.

The north of the north is vast, the city is lined up in rows, and the long street can't be seen at a glance. "Applause!" On Kuanjie, Huo Linfeng dismounted, the third-order blue-grey brick and stone, engraved with Dan Ying, the guard on duty clasped his fist at him, he complied, and stepped into the wide gate.

On the door hangs an ebony plaque - Dingbei Houfu.

In the small room inside the door, the old steward of the doorman probed: "Huh! The young master is not injured, the old servant has to go!"

Huo Linfeng's strides were fast, and he passed by. He heard the sound and turned his head, like a flirtatious child who complained: "The scabbard of the sixty army staff has been scabbed, and the eldest brother personally supervises the beating."

He didn't hear what happened next, he walked through the front yard and asked Jing'er by the porch to suck it up. A tree as tall as a magnolia, just breaking its bud, was full of vitality, and its tip brushed the arch. After asking Yulan to punch the eye, he entered the hall, went straight out of the small door on the side, and lifted the heavy curtain on the door and swayed for a while.

Sweeping the floor, watering, the little servant girl saw him, stopped her work, and shouted "young master" eagerly. When the person was far away, he rubbed his heart and said, "I'm old, my eyes are full!"

The Hou Mansion was deep, and the main hall was more concealed than the eldest lady in the high door. As he stepped on another threshold, Huo Linfeng's eyes were quicker than his footsteps, and he entered the hall first. "Father," the door was open, and there was no sound, and he could hear him from all corners when he came out, "Father, I'm back." Seeing someone, he shouted respectfully again.

In the hall, the thick dark tapestry turned into the sound of boots, the copper stove was covered with four toads, and smoke wafted from the pores, and the toad on the lining looked like it was about to become an immortal. On the main seat, a nanmu box contains a few pieces of good wax, a piece of stag's neck skin, and a sword maker.

One person sits in a round chair by the table, and two or three parts of the shelf are brought out, and the remaining seven or eight parts are full of majesty.

The dark robe was dark, and the waist was wrapped around the edge of indigo. On the side of the thigh, the hanging jade was hanging down, and a strand of red knots was a little messy. The clothes are meticulous, and the person is not easy. There is a beard on the jaw, the eyebrows and the bridge of the nose are raised, and two deep eyes are embedded. The hair is black and shiny.

This man was in his forties, and he was Huo Linfeng's father, Huo Zhao, the Marquis of Dingbei.

Huo Zhao wiped the sword without raising his eyes. He didn't look at the child's weight, nor did he look at the injury. "I heard," his eyes were cold like a sword, and his voice was as deep as a bell, "You violated the military order again?"

Huo Linfeng sat down first, leaning on his body: "I have been punished." After answering the question, he lifted the small lid box, and the bean cakes, steamed pears, and candied flower slices were all lined up. "Big brother is too conservative, it's true that the poor pirates should not chase, but the strength of the enemy and us is clear, it's called chasing after victory."

No matter who will come, Huo Jinghai returned late, and before entering the door, he called "father" first, saluted, and sat down to report the military situation.

Huo Linfeng chewed his flower slices, sweet to his throat, took a big mouthful of salty tea, and glanced up at Xiaomen with a round face. With beads hanging on her earlobes, her face seems to be rounder, she is the maid Meizi of Madam.

It's called him! He put down the cup, slipped away, and walked out of the small door to the back: "Plum, eat less!" Ridiculously the little girl, he passed the hanging flower gate, the hanging lotus post was wrapped in a bell, he jumped up and clapped the bell. The bell rang.

Meizi covered her mouth and smiled: "Mrs. just hang it up for you, others don't call it touch."

Huo Linfeng said indifferently, "I'm twenty-three, still hang the bell for me to play with?"

Meizi smiled: "Where is it, Madam is thinking about it, thinking about hanging a bell so you can see it, you will definitely jump up and pat," she raised her finger and looked towards the inner courtyard, "Madam heard it and knew it was you returning home."

The bell was still spinning, and Huo Linfeng's heart became hot when it turned, and he flew into the inner courtyard, and the servants outside the Buddhist hall hurriedly invited him into the house. In front of the Buddha, he was about to be scolded loudly, and he shouted "mother" in a low voice.

Huomen Bai Shi, a first-class beauty when she was young, but she is like a jade hairpin in her hair, and she has worn out all her treasures. She turned around, changed her calm mother-in-law attitude, saw her son, and hurriedly got up from the futon.

On the altar, Huo Linfeng said nonchalantly: "Mother, I have won a great victory, what bodhisattva do I worship?"

Bai Shi covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief: "It's not to challenge your eldest brother, or to collide with the Bodhisattva." She covered it, moved it a little, and held Huo Linfeng's cheeks, "I don't have enough food, how can I lose weight?"

Huo Linfeng said, "You can't ride a horse if you eat too much, you can kill the enemy neatly when you are hungry."

I feel distressed for mother, and before the meal time, don't care about it, and ask people to prepare a luxurious banquet. Huo Linfeng accompanied Bai Shi, laughing and cursing didn't matter. When Bai Shi looked at the wound, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet and quickly slipped away.

He slept in a single courtyard, and he hadn't returned for several months. He wanted to make a surprise to see if people were messing around. "Master!" With a steep voice, he followed and looked, it was his personal servant Du Zheng.

Du Zheng was short and thin, and he was only one size. Huo Linfeng was two years younger than him, so he had saved his life. "Master! Master!" He shouted three times in a row and ran away, but laughed silly, "Master, hehe."

That stupidity made Huo Linfeng dizzy, he turned around and went back to his room, released his sword, and laid down on the couch without restraint. Du Zheng knelt on the edge of the couch and beat his legs, his muscles were iron bones, he didn't feel anything, and Du Zheng's rough hands turned red first.

"Master, is this battle enjoyable?" Du Zheng asked.

Huo Linfeng replied: "It's not fun to talk about protecting the people and involving human life." With a serious look, something settled in his eyes. Remove the stubborn, do not betray with father and brother, do not act like a spoiled child with mother, such a tone of voice, is General Huo who is wearing a red scarf.

"It's peaceful," he looked at the scene outside the window. "Without him, this will be fine."

Later in the day, one of the maids picked a tall one, squeezed an incense stick, and lit a string of lights while dragging her dress. The little servant can't do it rough, and often the porch is not finished, and the incense will die first.

Point to the four-corner pavilion in the garden, the gauze lamp is bright, and the tea is cooked with boiling water, and then I pour a cup for the master before leaving. Huo Linfeng caught a glimpse of Onion Finger Dan Kou and turned a page of the book: "I don't need to come here." He ordered lazily, overtly and secretly, thinking that others disturbed his tranquility.

The maid's name is Baoyue, and she said softly and softly, "Mrs. is more than a slave-maid patrol, so I swept away the young master Yaxing, young master, don't blame me."

Just go silently, how can you still catch up with the previous relationship? Huo Linfeng waved his hand: "Don't worry about it in the future, just be busy with you."

Holding the moon and lifting her skirt, she walked away, waving her waist, and her slender appearance showed that she was a favored girl. "Master," Du Zheng came out, served tea, and moved the gauze lamp closer, "Hehe." There was a rare flash of light on the honest face.

Huo Linfeng was slightly disgusted: "Why are you smiling all day?"

Du Zheng said: "Good things are coming, of course I'll laugh." He couldn't wait to be an auspicious official who announced the good news, so he boldly leaned in, "I heard from Meizi, Madam has long since asked Baoyue to do the rough work, and the jade head is rewarded. I plan to take over the room for the young master!"

It's not unusual to have one or two girls you like before getting married. Pat, Huo Linfeng closed the book, and opened Du Zheng's pestle by stretching his waist, so boring, what kind of happy event is it to accept a girl in the room? After much deliberation, it would be more convenient to light the lights.

Huo Linfeng went back to his room. After the battle, he felt uneasy because of his true air, so he simply blew the candle all the way. Du Zheng followed behind, his eyelids wrinkled: "Young master, why are you blowing..." He seemed to understand, his eyelids tightened, "You don't like to hold the moon! How about the green hairpin? I see Wan Sheng too. Not bad..."

Bang, the carved door shook, and Huo Linfeng played with his temper. Du Zheng didn't dare to speak any more, he got a futon next to the door, sat cross-legged, put up his sleeves, and An Ansheng kept vigil at night.

He secretly thought, Master, why don't you like plums, plums, he likes them...

Huo Linfeng didn't know the little servant's heart, he rolled on the bed, the silk pillow was slippery, and he was quite uncomfortable. The barracks were simple and crude, with hard-plank beds and burlap quilts, and the pillow cores were filled with grain husks.

Two of them stayed in the desert for three months, lighting a few bonfires at night, and the soldiers snuggled and rested. can't lie down, I'll be buried by the wind and sand in the middle of the night, so just sit in pairs with a shield on one side, but it's cold and bitter.

Huo Linfeng remembered these, and he sat down for a long time, with the brocade quilt wrapped around it, and the tent was lifted, and there was no light in the sky. He thought, it's time to accept his own company? At this moment, lean on his arms, listen to him, give him a pillow to run around?

His mind and heart were numb, without a specific outline or a vivid face. Only sure, holding the moon is not good, Bi hairpin is not good, and Wansheng is not good either, Meizi, that round-faced girl, eating mouth is enough, what kind of man do you want... He wants to have someone who he is willing to tell.

He didn't know what that person looked like, whether he was at the end of the world or at the corner of the world. After listening to him, he was so sleepy that he squinted his eyes, and he still comforted him with "Little Marquis".

An Lesheng was troubled, he put down the tent, touched the wound through his underwear, and returned to the army when the scab fell.

Huo Linfeng took care of him carefully, aside from discussing matters with Huo Zhao and Huo Jinghai, he was idle. First, he coveted the magnolia tree, cut a branch, and transplanted his garden. Going out the door, on the way to Goulan, met Xiu Mu's soldier, he was the host, and asked the actor to play the war song and drink for a while.

The servant in charge changed shifts: "It smells so bad, who doesn't care." Far away, he smelled the smell, and when he was approached, he was so frightened that he was so frightened, "Young master, why are you, I asked people to cook sour. Soup!"

Huo Linfeng said: "I'm not drunk, so I don't need to sober up." The three altars, but the pupils were bright, like two deep springs. Going to the wing in the inner courtyard, Mrs. Bai listened to him and waved like a child. He pulled the stool and sat down: "Mother, I have a little wine."

Bai Shi clutched the silk handkerchief, told him to smoke it, and waved again: "Hold the moon, cook a bowl of sour soup for the young master."

Huo Linfeng didn't refuse, he clasped his fingers together, his thumb stroked his index finger, the sour soup was cooked, and his skin was hot. He stirred, took a sip, and raised his eyes as if he was a big driver.

"Sour soup, it's not sour when you sip it." He looked at Baoyue, and stood next to Baoyue, the lotus root flour skirt matched with a piece of noodles, making him feel dizzy when he picked it up.

He only took a sip and got up: "Your bowl of sour soup is not sour enough, it's tasteless, you don't have to cook it in the future, just light the lamp." After that, he looked at Shi Bai's regretful eyes, "Mother, I'm healed. Back to the barracks for training tomorrow morning."

Huo Linfeng acted neatly, let out the words, and packed his luggage when he returned. There are only some clothes and socks on the left, and the bundles are packed, and the half-window is open, letting in some moonlight. He leaned over to the back of the closed fan and used the light to wipe the Cassia sword, his first-class treasure.

With the sound of footsteps, Du Zheng came to watch the night again. After a while, there was a lighter one, and I didn't know who it was. "...Don't dare to be angry, how dare she be angry?" Meizi muttered, accompanied by Du Zheng, "Bi Hairpin and the others are laughing at her. It's strange that they don't even have a chance to make sour soup, so it's better to hold the moon."

Du Zheng said: "Young master said it's not sour, Baoyue should bring a plate of vinegar!"

The two giggled, covered their mouths, and enjoyed the flowers under the window.After Huo Linfeng finished wiping, he looked over his head and said, "Is there anyone who makes fun of me? If not, I'll take a break."

Du Zheng raised his face in horror, Mei Zi's round face was flushed, and he and the servant were making irresponsible remarks next to each other, and asked the master to catch him and stab the sky... Huo Linfeng's heart was a little bad, and he felt that these two people looked likeLike being caught.But it cannot be said that if it is said, the plum will be thrown into the lake within an hour.

"No words?" he asked, waving his hands, "It's over, I'm tired."