Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Fantasy -> Married to an old enemy

Chapter Twenty Nine

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    On the 21st night of November in the winter of the 14th year of Hongchang, the Tatars attacked the city twice, but were unsuccessful. The two sides had been in a stalemate for nine hours.

    In the middle of the night, the Tatars launched their third siege. The heavy city gates were crumbling under the impact of heavy pestles, and sawdust flew. Shuozhou soldiers resisted the city gates with their flesh and blood.  On the top, in less than half an hour, more than half of the soldiers died in the battle, and the bones were piled up under the city wall, and blood stains meandered from the city gate to the street entrance.

    The Han army suffered heavy casualties, and it was almost overwhelmed to look at the city gate. Li Guangying, the general of Shuozhou, rode his horse covered in blood, and recruited soldiers on the spot, saying: "I am a great Ming country, how can I allow the barbarian cavalry to trample on it! You hot-blooded men!"  Those who wish to defend the country to the death, please fight with me!"

    There was a lot of shouting along the road, and middle-aged men bid farewell to their wives and daughters one after another, and joined the anti-enemy camp with hoes and sickles.  At the beginning, there were only a dozen people, and gradually it became dozens, hundreds of people The crowd, who fear death as their own, went to the battlefield one after another, and even immature teenagers and white-haired old men could be seen in the crowd.

    Wei Jinghong and Wu Mianxue joined the battle to defend the city first, and then Fu Li, who had not recovered from his injuries and had just receded from a high fever.  At that moment, Jiang Yan opened her mouth, words of persuasion came to her lips, and finally turned into a smile: "Young Master Fu, you all have to come back safely."

    Fu Li sat on the horseback, dressed in night like ink, and nodded slightly to her: "Okay."

    Jiang Yan, Ji Xuan, and Cheng Wen were mediocre, and were ordered by Cai Qianhu to stay in the government office to take care of the elderly and weak.  At this time, the lights were dim and the breath was freezing. Jiang Yan stood alone under the eaves, looking at the ashes flying in the sky, and listening to the roaring and killing shouts in the distance, her heart clenched and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

    Just now I heard from the people in the government office that Mr. Lu had already arrived at the post station in the city safely. Jiang Yan thought that he would not be able to go to the battlefield to help, and it would be useless to rush, so he simply packed up his appearance and went to visit.

    The post station is not far away, and after turning a corner, you will arrive at the place where Lu Lao lives temporarily.  Jiang Yan knocked on the door, explaining her purpose, and two disciples of the Lu family led her in by lighting the lamps. She walked through the vestibule where more than ten boxes of classics and historical books were piled up, and turned to the reception hall.

    The hall was brightly lit, as bright as day, and there were five or six dust-covered scholars standing in front of the steps. They should be local Confucian scholars in Shuozhou, and they came here to see Mr. Lu.  Inside the room stood four 30-year-old direct disciples of the Lu family, who were holding a lamp to illuminate a pile of bamboo slips and ancient books covered in gray and black mud. Among the ancient books, there was a half-kneeling man wearing a crane  A thin old man with a cloak.

    "Cultural relics are extremely fragile when they are unearthed, and they can be broken at the touch of a touch. The group of people who were born in Datong Mansion are so rude. How many bamboo slips have been dug up with a hoe, and this war has happened" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, but  Full of energy, he said slowly, "If the ancestors know that their hard work will be ruined by the later generations, I am afraid that they will be disturbed."

    The disciple who held the lamp ordered Jiang Yan to wait in front of the steps.  The Confucian scholars reported themselves one by one, Lu Yunsheng did not even lift his head, but still concentrated on sorting out the ancient books, brushed off the dust on the remnants of the scrolls with an extremely pious attitude, carefully put them into the tray held by his disciples, and muttered  "This piece belongs to the six arts strategy", "This piece is damp and the handwriting is blurred, please repair it carefully" From the beginning to the end, I didn't look at the group of Confucian scholars.

    The world's great Confucianism really has an extraordinary aura.  The Confucian scholars were left out in the cold, and they all stood aside with their heads bowed, respectful, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

    Soon it was Jiang Yan's turn. She walked forward slowly, folded her sleeves towards Mr. Lu who was squatting to clean up the ancient books, bowed to the end, and said sincerely: "Jiang Yan from Yanzhou, I have met Mr. Lu."

    She didn't expect to get a response at first, but Mr. Lu paused after hearing her name, and it took a long time to turn around slowly, squinting his eyes and looking at Jiang Yan, as if confirming something.

    Except for his long beard and graying, Elder Lu is no different from eight years ago. He still has a fairy-like appearance, and his deep-set eyes are very hale and hearty.

    "Are you Jiang Yan?" As if he thought the light was too dark, Mr. Lu took the lantern handed by his disciple, walked two steps towards Jiang Yan, and took a careful look at Jiang Yan's face.  The memory and the reality coincided, he was in a daze for a moment, and then said with a complicated expression, "The war is in chaos, why are you here? Who told you to come?"

    "By the order of my parents, I'm here to thank you for your recommendation." After finishing speaking, Jiang Yan knelt down and kowtowed, touching her forehead to the ground, and saluted, "Of course, even if there is no order from her parents, Jiang Yan can do it according to her feelings and reason."  I should come this time, thank you dearly.¡±

    Lu Yunsheng looked at Jiang Yan with a very complicated expression, unable to tell whether it was joy or anger.  After a long time, his gray beard trembled, and he waved his hands away to drive away a group of Confucian disciples. When there were no more idlers in the room, he asked in a deep voice, "Your mother How has it been these years?"

    Jiang Yan looked up, surprise flashing across his face.  But she quickly regained her composure, suppressed the doubts in her heart and replied: "Mr.??Take some bookishness and be a gentle lady.  Dad is getting old, I don't want to make him sad, so I have been trying my best to pretend that I was very successful, who knows"

    Unexpectedly, in the event of a great war, even surviving is a problem, so how can I pretend to be weak and abduct Xiao Langjun.

    "I think your appearance is more dazzling now." Wei Jinghong's voice was slurred by the jolting of the horse, and he smiled, "Thank you for your kindness. Don't worry, your marriage is on me!  "

    At that time, thick smoke billowed in the north of Shuozhou City, and the fire took advantage of the wind to burn the Tatar tents and food.  The Han army's sneak attack succeeded, and the Tatars were in chaos.

    Maozheng, Fu Li, who was soaked in blood, ran up the city wall, discarded the curled long sword, picked up the bow and arrow on the spot and pulled it like a full moon, and shot an arrow through the neck of a Tatar general.  At the hour of Chen, the Tatars withdrew and retreated to the outer city.

    On November 22nd of the 14th year of Hongchang, the general of the Shuozhou town sent troops to help, chased and killed the Tatars, and recovered the lost land.

    On November 23rd of the fourteenth year of Hongchang, the Tatars retreated outside the pass, and the five-day war finally subsided.  That night, Fu Li personally dug out Ji Ping's body from the mouth of the collapsed tunnel at the ruins and transported it to Shuozhou.

    On November 25th of the fourteenth year of Hongchang, Cai Qi escorted six Confucian scholars and returned their corpses to Tianfu.

    On the day of returning to Yingtian Mansion, the first heavy snowfall of the year fell in the imperial capital. Six Confucian scholars, all covered in plain onyx, walked into the city with their coffins step by step through the snow.

    On the fourth day of December in the fourteenth year of Hongchang, Ji Ping¡¯s Confucian uniform was displayed in the Guozi Academy. Incense was set for him with the highest etiquette, and the funeral bell rang three times.  With white hemp, to see off Ji Ping who died in martyrdom.

    Jiang Yan was dressed in white and stood at the end of the line, and there was an empty space beside her, which belonged to that cold and noble boy from the Fu family.

    It has been two days since I responded to Tianfu, but Fu Li never appeared in Guozixue again.

    ¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù

    Everyone guessed it, I am not happy~¨q(¨s^¨t)¨r

    Today is Valentine's Day, I wish you all a happy holiday ~ There will be sugar tomorrow!  Hey~ (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report