In the next few days, there were several small battles. Zell huddled in the bean feed room, watching the bean feed being replaced with noodles, and then rice. The back camp was steaming with heat all day long, and a big pot arrived from early morning. There is no shortage of food for late frying and frying.
Zell ate, drank, and slept all day long, and his injuries quickly improved.
His broken leg had been injured for a hundred days, but it was still recovering.
The summer wind was scorching until the autumn air was crisp, but Zell's leg never touched the ground. On an evening in late July, he was walking in the back camp on one leg, holding a wooden stick.
The dry autumn wind blew his braided hair, and the sky was filled with fiery red light. When it fell to the ground, it illuminated everything in crimson. His originally dark face turned into the color of wheat during the two months of confinement. , the clothes are short brown ones often worn by soldiers in the rear camp, and the sleeves are rolled up, exposing the wrists.
In the past two months, he had obviously lost weight - no one was mistreating him for food or drink, but it was difficult for him to move, and his strength also dissipated with long-term use.
He leaned against the wall, holding a wooden stick with one hand and holding the wall with the other. He jumped to a deserted place and tried to stretch his right leg to the ground.
The board had been removed from his right leg and it landed straight on the ground. He was secretly glad that the bones were well connected and he would not become a lame, and then he tried to take a step forward.
Before he really exerted any force, he was holding on with both hands, sharing most of the body's weight. However, it was only a slight pressure, and a heart-piercing pain immediately swept through his legs.
There was a loud "bang", and he fell to the ground, and the wooden stick fell two or three steps away.
He looked at his legs in disbelief, and was sweating profusely with shock - he was a Qiang man who was good at riding, hunting, and running. If this leg became useless, he would be doomed.
After two months of imprisonment, his crazy, cold, and ruthless anger towards Mo Lingfeng could no longer be suppressed at this moment.
He clenched his fists, used all his strength, and slammed his fists on the solid ground.
The ground made a dull sound, and he hit it three or four times in a row. He didn't withdraw his hand until the knuckles of his fingers were red and his anger was a little vented.
The anger gradually dissipated, and he realized that he was too anxious. It would not take overnight for the leg to return to its original state.
After a moment, he crawled expressionlessly, picked up the wooden stick, stood up with support, curled up his right leg, took a long breath, and tried to put his right leg on the ground again.
In less than half a step, he tilted his body and fell down again without any surprise.
He got up, fell down, got up again, and fell down again. He fell to the point of disgrace, and the pain in his right leg was unbearable, so he stopped letting his right leg fall to the ground.
Wiping his sweat, he bounced on one leg and jumped back into the narrow and cramped room - he tried to escape, but could never get out of the back camp.
Before the man entered, the soldier who didn't eat fish hurried over and helped him: "Where have you been? I can't find you anywhere, the general is looking for you!"
Zell frowned: "At this time?"
The soldier said, "It's up to you when the general wants to see you."
He said while clamping Zell's arm.
"I'll change some clothes." Zell looked down at the dusty man.
"It would be the same with you," the soldier urged hurriedly, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't keep the general waiting."
He jumped forward with Zell between his arms. Zell was holding the wooden stick in his right hand and the soldier in his left hand. He also jumped very fast with one leg. He was confused and wondered what Mo Lingfeng wanted to do.
Mo Lefeng had not seen him since he took him to see the coffin two months ago.
Two months of imprisonment were enough to wear away his will. He felt at a loss about his past, and he didn't even know why he was fighting for Jinlu.
Mo Lingfeng wanted to see him, and he also wanted to see Mo Lingfeng.
He couldn't stay in this miserable place for a moment!
When he and Xiao Bing arrived outside Mo Lingfeng's house, two groups of women's soldiers were already lined up outside, holding their bridles attentively. Mo Lingfeng came out of the door, while tying a scarlet cloak, he casually glanced at Zell. He turned around and told Yin Nan: "Send him to mount his horse."
After saying that, she stepped on the stirrups and got on the horse.
The setting sun reflected each other's fluttering scarlet cloak and golden necklace, and the light swayed on her face. Zell looked at it for a moment, then looked away.
Just when he was about to ask where he was going, Yin Nan had already strode over, grabbing his lapel with one hand and his arm with the other, carrying him onto the horse like he was carrying food, and at the same time he got on the horse, without hesitation. He sat down behind him.
The accompanying women's army also mounted their horses one after another. Mo Lingfeng raised his whip, whipped the horse's belly, and ran out first.
As he rode his horse and whipped his whip, Zell saw the fortress opening the city gate and lowering the suspension bridge. The group of people galloped across the Shuo River and entered the horse farm that was starting to turn yellow.
The rays of light dimmed layer by layer, the red sky turned into blue light, the wind was no longer hot, but had a chill of early autumn. The cavalry entered the city, and then rushed to Mo Mansion without stopping at all.
Zell had been to Kuanzhou with his father and brother many years ago, and he vaguely remembered that the city of Kuanzhou was bustling with people and bustling with people. Now, with a quick glance, he could see that the streets were no longer as bustling as before. When he took a closer look, the horses were already there. He quickly arrived outside the gate of Mo Mansion.
Mo Lingfeng dismounted his horse and ran up the stone steps with long strides.
When the doorman heard the sound of horse hooves, he had already opened the door and bowed and saluted: "The girl is back."
"Yeah." Mo Lingfeng threw the riding crop to the door and walked in without looking back.
Others quickly dismounted.
The Detachment of Women was familiar with the road, and one person rushed forward, took the riding whip from the door, turned around and took the horses of Mo Lingfeng and Yin Nan, and went to tie the horses with the others at the middle gate.
Yin Nan held Zell in one hand and was about to follow Mo Lingfeng, but was dragged down by him and had to walk slowly. He glared at Zell angrily.
Zell didn't notice Yin Nan's eyes at all, and looked at the situation inside the gate in surprise.
He guessed that Mo Lingfeng was going home when he left the fort, but he didn't guess that Mo Lingfeng's home looked like this.
The door creaked shut behind him. In front of him was a flat and wide bluestone floor. The floor tiles emitted a soft light under the dim sky. Servants stood quietly on both sides, like clay sculptures, waiting for them to pass.
He held Yin Nan tightly with one hand, and while he was jumping, listening to the crisp sound of the bluestone tiles, he suddenly felt that he was dusty and out of place.
As they walked over, the servant standing quietly in the corridor moved quietly, lowered the lantern, lit the candle inside, and then raised the lantern.
Lanterns lit up one after another, dispelling the darkness, and Zell followed Yin Nan onto the corridor.
There was a window with water chestnut flowers on the corridor wall. Zell turned his head and looked out of the window. With the lights on, he could see flowers, grass, mountain ponds, and big trees outside the window. Even though the color was withered and yellow, there was still a continuous view. There were a few mountain babblers. From time to time, I fly past behind the leaky window, enjoying myself.
He looked away from the leaky window and looked at the lights that were like stars, burning from the corridor to the main corridor, spreading to places he didn't know.
With so many candles, how much money will be burned in one night?
(End of chapter)
