In the desert, Dingbei army camp.

A small carriage ran over the yellow sand, swayed into the Yingkou, and then drove away. Du Zheng lifted the curtain of the car, looked around, and said in a panic, "Why are there so many injuries?"

There was a lot of hustle and bustle on the face, the military doctor was busy, and he couldn't get away from the wounded soldiers. Then he looked at the wounded soldiers, those sitting on the loess, those lying down, and those who were cuddling each other, filling the open space. Full to the brim.

Du Zheng jumped out of the car, walked a few steps, and groaned faintly at his feet. It was a lean soldier. The wound spread from the shoulder to the waist. It was cut with a broad knife and bandaged, but don't know if he could survive.

A soldier ran past holding the herbal medicine and stopped: "Big brother, is it from the Hou residence?"

Du Zheng returned to his senses: "Yes, yes, where is our general?"

Xiao Bing said: "The general led his troops to the Blue Lake, where he was stationed, and he has not returned to the main camp recently."

Du Zheng nodded. He didn't dare to delay the other party. He had to wait around, so he rolled up his sleeves and went to work together. About five or six wounded soldiers were dealt with, and suddenly, the battalion guards blew their horns and raised their flags.

In the distance, an iron cavalry stepped on the sand, a black-maned fierce horse in the water. The one at the head wore silver-gray armor bearing the sunlight, waving a ponytail, and a red scarf wrapped around his right arm.

Someone shouted: "—The general is back to the camp! The general is back to the camp!"

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and when they were outside the camp, 15 people dismounted in unison, each armored and long sword, stained with blood, walked into the army camp like fifteen rakshasas.

Huo Linfeng looked around without saying a word, and directly brought the other fourteen people into the tent.

The military affairs were particularly important. Du Zheng didn't dare to follow up to serve him. He continued to take care of the wounded. "Be patient, the arrow is sharp," he reminded, trying to divert the attention of the wounded, "Our general is really extraordinary, seeing this scene is actually untouched."

The wounded soldier said weakly: "What is this, compared to Blue Lake, this is Asgard."

Du Zheng exclaimed: "Xiangong?! Don't joke with me!"

The wounded endured the pain: "I didn't lie to you, the battle around the Blue Lake has been fierce for many days, and a puddle of water has been dyed red." It is 'invincible, or dead in battle'."

Du Zheng was terrified: "So this is a victory?"

The other party was about to respond when Du Zheng raised his head and saw the fourteen elite cavalry coming out of the general's tent. Not caring any more, he called the coachman and moved the contents of the carriage into the tent one by one.

Huo Linfeng's armor has been taken off, and he does not wear brocade when marching, and his uniform with arrow sleeves is sewn from coarse cloth. He sat on the edge of the couch, with his legs bent, staring at the two who were carrying things.

There are six food boxes, three bags, lacquer boxes, wooden boxes, and four small boxes in total. Huo Linfeng watched intently, and said coldly, "Bring these things, and send a betrothal gift."

This sentence is thorny, but it is also vivid, making Du Zheng feel relieved. He observed for a long time, this young master from returning to the camp to sitting there, like a pillar of ice, is in a state after a great sorrow.

Du Zheng replied cautiously, "Master Hou said that the battle still has to be fought, so Madam ordered to send more."

Huo Linfeng didn't make a decision, he sat with a cold face, put one hand on the small table on the couch, his short fingernails clasped the corner of the table, and forcibly ripped off a piece of wood. With a click, his icicle pillar cracked, and with a sigh of relief, his tense body completely relaxed.

Seeing this, Du Zheng walked around behind Huo Linfeng, pinched his shoulders and beat his back, keeping silent for fear of saying the wrong thing. After a long while, his rough hands were red with iron bones, and he stopped. He went to the food box and took out a packet of golden skin cakes.

I can't eat this cake on weekdays, and Huo Linfeng was a little absent-minded: "Yesterday was Mid-Autumn Festival, no wonder the moon is so round."

Du Zheng said: "The war is tense, and the people in the city have no intention of celebrating the festival. Everyone goes to incense and pray for blessings."

Huo Linfeng picked up a piece and took a bite: "It's so sweet, it's from bean paste."

Du Zheng stared at the hand. The joints were distinct and the scars were particularly clear. The blood on the fingers had dried up. The strange thing was that there was a lot of sand on the nails and between the fingers. He asked, "Master, your hand..."

Huo Linfeng said: "Lead 30 elite cavalry of the Huo family to attack, even with me, there are still 15 people left."

That night, the Kipchak tribe raided, and since the start of the war, the opponents were strong and strong, and almost never fell behind. In order to disperse the opponent's forces, the battle line was prolonged, and Huo Linfeng killed all the way to Blue Lake. In the most recent battle, he led thirty Huo family's personal soldiers, and he did not sleep for three days. In fact, he was defeated and returned to the camp.

Before coming back, Huo Linfeng lowered his eyes and stared at the sand in his hands: "I buried the brothers who died in battle by the Blue Lake, the pit I dug with my own hands."

Du Zheng comforted: "Master, don't be sad."

Huo Linfeng chewed on the golden skin cake: "These thirty people are all lonely and widowed without parents and no mother. I chose them." He always said that Huo Zhao was "kind and does not lead soldiers", but now it was his turn, "When we go , no one wants to come back alive."

The barbarians are strong, and if there is no more happy victory, the morale will be sluggish, so this battle must be won recently, and if all die, it will stimulate the anger of the whole army.

Thirty tops, half of the casualties, if they don't win, continue to fight, even if there are only ten, five, one...

Du Zheng is a domestic servant after all, and he has little knowledge of the cruelty of the battlefield. Hearing these words, his eyes were red, and he squatted down. He wiped Huo Linfeng's hands: "Master, you have to take care of yourself."

Huo Linfeng knew that on the battlefield, his only thought was to "kill", the sword had no eyes, and the heart was broken. But when the situation is weak, there is no need to regret it, and dying in battle can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

It's just that his parents are still alive, and he has an older brother, so he can't be considered unconnected. Even if the family is gone, there is still a person he can't let go of the Misty Rain Jiangnan.

He suddenly laughed: "When I left Xiganling, I went to say goodbye to Rong Luoyun and said a few words in a hurry."

As soon as Rong Luoyun was mentioned, he guessed that the young master would be in a better mood. Du Zheng quickly replied, "Master, what did you say?"

Huo Linfeng swallowed his last sip: "I said something sour."

He said - "Between heaven and earth, I have only loved you." There is a word "passed" in it. It is not that he has not loved since then, but that he should prepare for the worst, that is, to die in this battle, he will I only love Rong Luoyun in my life.

If so, he has no regrets.

Huo Linfeng whispered, "The moon was full last night, what was Rong Luoyun doing?"

Du Zheng said: "I don't know what the second palace lord does, but the second palace lord must miss the young master very much."

Huo Linfeng smiled lightly. He fought bloody battle last night and couldn't think of missing that person, so he had to make up for it today. The war is temporarily suspended, and he should also sleep and nourish his spirit for the future.

"You don't have to wait for the bath," he ordered. "Take the food and share it, so that the soldiers can all taste the sweetness."

Leaving himself alone in the tent, Huo Linfeng lay on his back on the couch, reached into his arms, and found out the ginkgo gray handkerchief. He carried it every day, reluctant to wipe the sweat and blood, and occasionally took a look at it, just for peace of mind.

It's almost half of autumn, and the yellow leaves of the ginkgo trees are falling badly.

In the past, Rong Luoyun would always collect the scattered yellow leaves, thread them, and hang them under the eaves as a curtain of autumn leaves. But tonight, can't, stay in Chang'an City, and then go to Saibei.

In the early morning of the dew, Rong Luoyun finished grooming, and looked at the secret letter by the table, Lu Zhun changed Zhang Weiren's dressing, turned his head three times in one step, made a move, and glanced at Rong Luoyun.

He was so distracted that he inevitably lost the importance, which made Zhang Weiren groan. Rong Luoyun didn't raise his head, but he knew very well, "Third, what's the matter with you?"

Lu Zhun asked back: "Second brother, do you really want to go to Saibei alone?" He was worried, there was a war going on there, and what should I do if I was caught up by the Nine Manglings on the way?

Rong Luoyun said: "It is about the life of Huo Linfeng, and even the life and death of the soldiers of the Dingbei Army and the people of Saibei. I will also go to the mountains of swords and seas of fire."

Lu Zhun said anxiously: "Then you can give it to the third prince, and let the third prince send someone!"

Rong Luoyun was silent for a while, then replied lightly, "I can't trust him."

He stared at the secret letter intently, and the third one was right, what should do if encounter Tuanhun Jiumang or something on the way?

In that case, no one has the evidence that Chen Ruoyin colluded with Azate.

Zhang Weiren also took this into consideration and asked: "Second Palace Lord, you must find a person you fully trust and inform you of the secret letter to prevent you from being unprepared."

Rong Luoyun nodded: "Yes, I will transcribe a copy in case something unexpected happens along the way."

After the wound was bandaged, Zhang Weiren changed his clothes and tied his sword, and walked to the window to peep secretly. It was still early, and the Xiaowei patrolling on the street was obviously sent by Chen Ruoyin to track them down.

After closing the window tightly, Zhang Weiren said: "The checkpoint to the north must also be fortified. Lord of the Second Palace, I will head north first. If someone follows them and ambushed, they can be led away, and you will be safer."

Rong Luoyun wrote for a while: "I know that your martial arts are extraordinary, but the sword injury is not light, it is too risky."

Zhang Weiren said with a smile: "What's the fear of taking risks, the big deal is death."

Rong Luoyun couldn't help stunned. Although he was never afraid of death, he was still shocked by the other party's free and easy.

On second thought, Zhang Weiren's martial arts are extraordinary. Before being recruited by Huo Linfeng, he should have made a name for himself in the arena. Suddenly, he recalled last night's situation, Zhang Weiren's figure had a sense of familiarity, like Huo Linfeng, it was the strength of "soldier"...

And that energy had been hidden until last night.

Rong Luoyun said softly, "You're not just a spy, right?"

Zhang Weiren leaned against the window: "Second Palace Lord is joking, then what am I?"

Rong Luoyun said, "If you guessed correctly, you are from the Duke of Dingbei."

Zhang Weiren said slowly: "From the day when I was used by the little Marquis, I was his person." After a while, he said more accurately, "Actually, it should be called, dead man."

The last stroke ended on the paper, Rong Luoyun said no more, and packed the two secret letters.

Zhang Weiren left first, Lu Zhun checked out, and swayed out of the city in a carriage. Rong Luoyun wandered through the crowd on the long street, and after half a column of incense, he arrived at an old alley near a mansion.

In a courtyard in the mansion, the white jade fence is surrounded by patches of nasturtium lotus, milky yellow, and sprinkled with some autumn light, it is extraordinarily gorgeous. Beside the railing, there are two small stools, and there is a game of chess on the table.

Shen Wendao sat on the side, held the white piece, and then held the black piece after losing the chess, and so on.

The butler brought the tea and asked with a smile, "Master, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, why are you still playing chess with yourself?"

Every Mid-Autumn Festival, Shen Wendao has to play chess to solve the problem. In all, he has persisted for seventeen years. He said, "Zhou'er is far away in Hanzhou. I'm bored, and I can't think of any other fun."

After saying that, Shen Dao emphasized: "The old man is not playing against himself, but that friend is not here, I will take his place for a while."

The housekeeper understood and did not dare to sigh: "Master, why are you bothering?"

Shen Wen Dao laughed: "Next year, the Mid-Autumn Festival will not be replaced." He said, with a few chess pieces in his palm, "Next year, I will only play chess games, one game a year, and when I see him in a hundred years old, let him Untie them one by one."

The housekeeper said, "Master is talking nonsense. You are in good health. You are up early."

After another son, Shen Wen stopped and turned his face to look at the clusters of nasturtium lotus.

Aiko was an official in a foreign country, and day after day, this Taifu's mansion was very cold and quiet. Looking at these flowers at the moment, it seems to be more lively, with some freshness.

After a long time, Shen Wenxiao retracted his gaze, and while picking up the mess, he said, "Where did the old man leave me to find it?

A gust of autumn wind suddenly came, and he said with disgust, "Help me back to the study."

Walking out of this courtyard, Shen Wenwen entered the study room before the wind picked up. The room was quite messy, with brushes and ink laid out, and old books were scattered everywhere. After reading a remnant of a book last night, Shen Wen sat down in his chair and searched for the unfinished theory on the table.

"Where did the rice paper come from?" He gently opened it.

A white jade paperweight is pressing a letter, has anyone come? Shen Wen asked to pick it up and glanced at the other objects in the room. took out the letters inside, and there were two, one in Turkic script and one with only a few sentences.

After Shen Wenwen finished reading, he put away the letter, got up and walked quickly into the corridor, and when he looked up, there was a person standing on the eaves of the side hall, covering his face, only showing a pair of eyes.

"Who are you?" Shen asked to keep a low profile, "Why entrust it to me?"

But the man replied, "The old friend has gone, so don't feel sorry for him anymore."

For a while, like a dream, there were tiles above the eaves, and the figure was hard to find. Shen Wen was stunned for a long time, who was that person, and why did he comfort him with such a word?

Beside the official road outside the city, the brocade carriage stopped, Lu Zhun's head drooped and he took a nap while holding the reins. Suddenly, a person came to the car and patted his shoulder lightly.

He opened his eyes: "Second brother, is it done?"

Wearing a bamboo hat, Rong Luoyun nodded and asked, "Is the horse ready?"

Lu Zhun pointed to the small restaurant on the opposite side of the road: "It's ready, and there is some dry food." He leaned closer, "I put money in Xiaowei to ask, two guards from the Prime Minister's Mansion have left the city."

Rong Luoyun wrote it down, explained it clearly, raised his hand and squeezed Lu Zhun's face. "Go back to Xiganling, don't rob the road and cause trouble on the way." He urged, "Go back and tell Master and Big Brother the situation, don't add fuel to it."

Lu Zhun pursed his lips: "Second brother, I'm worried about you."

Rong Luoyun smiled and said: "Nothing, Bafang Tour is the number one in the world, can't you still run if you can't beat it?" He didn't want to kill any more, he took out the bamboo basket and kicked the horse's butt hard, "Let's go!"

The carriage jolted away and gradually became smaller toward the south.

Rong Luoyun rode on the road, towards the north, the long river in the desert, and he galloped to the place where the flesh and blood were killed, and the place where the loved ones died.

Accompanied by the fierce north wind, Rong Luoyun Xiaoxiao left.