Zheng Xiu smiled slightly.
This smile is intriguing.
In the eyes of others, there is a sense of "acquiescence".
It is possible to investigate the "Hundred Ghost March" incident, even though few people in the Disaster Prevention Bureau know about it.
Huo Huo and Shen Shizong didn't understand. How could there be such a coincidence in the world? The Red King had already arranged people on their way to the north.
But if only one person is arranged, what’s the use?
Zheng Xiu stared at the ancient map and made a haha to get rid of the matter.
But in his mind, he was thinking about the conditions for the appearance of the "Hundred Ghost March".
The full moon, heavy snow, Zheng's military flag, that mountain, the battle twenty years ago...
"General Huo, do you know the route my father took to march north more than twenty years ago?"
"Hey! How could I not know about this?"
Huo Huo sneered.
Zheng Xiu's breath was stagnant: "General Huo, please tell the truth."
Huo Huo was stunned when he heard this, frowned, and wondered: "What's the use of knowing this?"
Zheng Xiu's eyes flashed: "Perhaps, when my father's memorial day is held next year, I will be lucky enough to be able to pay homage along my father's old marching route to pay tribute to my father's spirit in heaven."
When Shen Shizong heard this, his eyes welled up with tears. He couldn't hold back any longer. He turned his head to one side and wiped his tears secretly: "If General Zheng knows better, he will have no regrets!"
Huo Huo and Shen Shizong were Zheng Haoran's fans. Zheng Xiu mentioned this, and the atmosphere was heightened. Huo Huo pointed to the map in a deep voice: "Back then, General Zheng started from Haoran Pass in the south, and passed through Linshi Corridor, turn west..."
He actually knew Zheng Haoran's marching route very well and told him every location on the map.
Zheng Xiu kept it in his heart.
This matter is just an interlude in tonight's discussion.
Huo Huo then asked everyone that the terrain of the canyon was very dangerous. If he entered hastily, he would be ambushed and would be wrapped up, flattened and rubbed back and forth like dumpling stuffing. It was very dangerous.
However, when Zheng Xiu asked "who" would be ambushed, Huo Huo was worried and did not answer.
"Then it's up to General Huo Huo to decide."
After some discussion, everyone expressed their opinions, and Zheng Xiu finally kicked the ball back to Huo Huo.
Several people left, Qing Shisan and Pei Gaoya looked at Zheng Xiu.
The orange cat silently took out a small pink quilt from Qing Shisan's package and raised it to signal, as if to say: I'm going to sleep, hurry up.
Such a humane action shocked the monk to touch his head and call him a monster.
Pei Gaoya also called out to my wife.
Only Qing Shisan was not surprised by this.
Qing Shisan took off the cigarette rod from his waist, looked into Zheng Xiu's eyes, pointed in one direction across the tent, silently made a gesture of wiping his neck, and squinted his eyes, as if asking for Zheng Xiu's opinion.
Everyone in the tent understood Qing Shisan's actions.
Qing Shisan refers to the tent where the barbarians huddle together.
Pei Gaoya slapped his head, dissatisfied that Qing Shisan had wrapped up a tent in one breath, and pointed in another direction, which was Princess Yue Linglong's tent. He asked cautiously: "Ahem, the ancients said to prepare for a rainy day, I will go to the other side?"
"Sin."
The monk couldn't bear it, clasped his hands together and didn't look at it.
Zheng Xiu was silent for a moment and shook his head: "There's no rush."
The energy that Pei Gaoya had just mentioned suddenly slumped again.
Since he had to work and his wife was not around, he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration that he was full of energy but had nowhere to use it.
After Monk, Qing Shisan and Pei Gaoya left respectively.
The orange cat happily pressed the pink quilt under its body and rolled around. Then it rolled into the corner of the tent wrapped in quilt like a spring roll and fell asleep warmly.
Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu, wearing thick quilts, fell asleep close to each other, hugging each other gently.
It was dark in the tent, and the two of them breathed one after another.
After a while, Feng Bei found a comfortable position and curled up into Zheng Xiu's arms. His nose twitched and he smelled the familiar scent of Zheng Xiu with satisfaction. He asked in a low voice: "Are you doubting the so-called Hundred Ghost March?" Is it the remnant soul of Zheng Jiajun from more than 20 years ago?"
"You..." Zheng Xiu, who was restless, opened his mouth to say a word, but found it difficult to blame Feng Bei for "eavesdropping". He smiled helplessly, nodded, and gently scratched the back of Feng Bei's neck with the stubble on his chin. With delicate skin, he said in a whisper-like tone: "I would rather believe that it exists than believe that it does not exist. No matter what the truth of this matter is, since I know that the march of hundreds of ghosts is related to the word 'Zheng', I will never sit back and watch. Ignore it. I don’t believe that the incident is such a coincidence. There is no other possibility except what you said.”
Feng Bei's neck was scratched by Zheng Xiuxin's stubble, itching here and there. After twisting slightly in Zheng Xiu's arms, Feng Bei patted Zheng Xiu's cheek and said in a trembling voice, feigning anger: "Don't make trouble~"
Zheng Xiu didn't dare to move anymore.
Feng Bei turned around and the two of them faced each other under the quilt.
In the darkness, Feng Bei's eyes were shining and blinking like stars in the sky.
"What would you do if your father were still alive?"
"There is no resurrection from the dead."
"What if?"
Zheng Xiu smiled and thought seriously for a few seconds after hearing this, then nodded and said, "I will tell him the story of what happened these days."
"I will tell him that I met you and the monk."
"I will tell him that I am now successful and have become a prince. I am inferior to one person and superior to tens of thousands of people."
"I will tell him that even if his son did not choose to join the army back then, he would still be able to make the Zheng family's name resounding throughout the world today."
"I will tell him that the whole world now regards him as a hero, whose name will last forever."
Zheng Xiu paused, and as he spoke, he slowly put his cheek against Feng Bei's face, feeling the familiar warmth, and whispered softly:
"I will tell him that I entered a painting with you."
"The world in the painting is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. It seems real and illusory. In it, I made friends with martial arts heroes and heroes from two hundred years ago."
"I will tell him that Xie Yunliu is so heroic, Chu Chengfeng is determined to conquer the world, Xiao Buping likes married women, Bai Xiaosheng turned out to be a fat man, and the person who assassinated the faint emperor Wei Jing two hundred years ago was a facial paralysis; I will brag to him that I I once went back two hundred years ago, and together with the martial arts heroes, I blocked tens of thousands of Western Region coalition forces and defended the territory of Daqian."
"I will tell him that I lived in seclusion with you in the Richan Valley for ten years, living a life without any competition from the world."
"I will tell him that you have even thought of our child's name."
"I will tell him that I raised a cat in the painting, and when I came back, the cat was abnormal."
The sleeping orange cat suddenly raised its head: Meow?
Feng Bei smiled.
At the end, Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and buried himself in his wife's arms.
Feng Bei hugged him tightly.
"I will tell him personally that now his child is living the life he hoped for."
…
A night of silence.
Youdao means thinking every day and dreaming every night.
He had a dream.
He dreamed of his father, his face was blurred, he smiled like a fool, and his mother was gentle and graceful beside him.
He dreamed that Zheng's house was decorated with lanterns and colorful ribbons, and the red satin looked like fire.
He dreamed that Er Niang laughed to tears.
He dreamed that he was holding a slim bride, and her laughter was like bells under the red lid.
The two were getting married, and the bridal chamber was decorated with flowers and candles. He eagerly lifted off the bride's red hijab.
Under the red hijab is the moon's exquisite face.
"grass!"
Zheng Xiu was frightened and woke up early in the morning, with a leg pressed against him.
He turned around and saw that it was Feng Bei. After confirming it repeatedly, Zheng Xiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sure enough, dreams and reality are opposite."
As it happens, it's the complete opposite.
In the early morning, as daylight dawned, more than two hundred people packed up their tents and pots and pans and set off on the road again.
Yue Linglong, who had been the bride in her dream all night, didn't know it yet. She watched Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei walking out of the tent without hesitation, with calm expressions and slight waves in her heart.
No one regarded her as the bride of the Red King.
Even herself.
This is just a deal.
She is just trying to act like her father wants her to be and fulfill her father's wish, that's all.
Yue Linglong sighed in her heart. She thought that the Red King would let her go today. Unexpectedly, before going on the road, Zheng Xiu still pointed at his horse in front of the barbarians and ordered: "Come up."
Yue Linglong "obediently" tightened her cloak, hiding her skin in the shadows, and rode a horse with the Red King on the rugged road.
After passing Haoran Pass, we entered the wilderness.
There are no roads in the wilderness, or in other words, wherever you can walk, there are roads.
Huo Huo rode his horse and walked side by side with the Red King, neither hurried nor slow.
From time to time, he would point to a scene and say with emotion that when they passed by during the war, that mountain was also covered with snow.
Or when passing by a ravine, Huo Huo said that back then they had no water to drink, so they dug out ice cubes from the ravine, melted them in a pot, and cooked some dried meat to eat.
Like now.
In addition to dried meat, you can occasionally hunt some creatures in the snowfield.
From time to time, a ferret can be shot. The meat is firm and numb, and it is fragrant. It can be called a snack on top of the snow.
If you are lucky and encounter a group of wolves, the whole army will attack and you can control them for a few days.
If he is unlucky and cannot be touched by tigers and wolves, Pei Gaoya will dig while walking. From time to time, he can dig out a few large hibernating snakes, about the thickness of four fingers. He can cook several pots of soup and sprinkle some pepper, which is considered a big meat.
A few days later, on the marching route, as shown on the map, a dry riverbed lay across the road in front of the two hundred people.
The river bed is nearly three feet deep, with a thin layer of ice forming on it. The ice is covered with deep and shallow layers of snow, reflecting the colorful light and shadow in the sunlight.
"I can't get off this horse!"
Whether it was Huo Huo, Shen Shizong, or the people brought by Zheng Xiu, they were all mediocre. They could jump down from a height of three feet with their eyes closed.
But their horses were worrisome. The riverbed ran east-west and meandered for hundreds of miles. There was still nearly two months of journey to Mount Bagnamo. If they relied solely on their feet, they would have to go to the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. If there is heavy snowfall or famine in the snowfield, there will not be enough people to bury them.
Huo Huo dismounted first and jumped down, making a thud on the river bed.
Boom, boom, boom!
As soon as he went down, Huo Huo raised his feet and chopped them randomly.
"It's bottomed out! It's strong enough!"
Huo Huo's voice returned.
"How do you usually live?"
Zheng Xiu asked Yue Linglong in his arms with a smile.
Yue Linglong answered truthfully: "Every year from January to March, the source of this river is frozen and blocked, without exception. If you want to cross the river, firstly before winter completely sets in, and secondly after spring comes when the water level rises and the boat is tied up. And cross. Or... abandon the horse and walk."
Zheng Xiu was thoughtful.
Soon Huo Huo climbed nimbly on the edge of the river bed, climbing up easily after just a few breaths.
"This is not easy to handle! We can't stay here for several months."
"Let me do it."
Zheng Xiu turned over and dismounted. There was a crisp sound of bones moving under his long sleeves. He flicked his robe and a strange-looking paintbrush appeared in Zheng Xiu's hand.
Huo Huo and Shen Shizong looked puzzled when they saw Zheng Xiu taking out a strange thing that looked like a pen but not a pen.
Zheng Xiu bit his finger, used the blood as ink, and leaned over to draw a delicate bridge at his feet.
Huo Huo's eyes widened when he saw it. Zheng Xiu even took the time to paint green mountains and flowing water on the small bridge as a decoration, which was very delicate.
"My lord, are you...?"
Shen Shizong's hands were very healthy. He wanted to reach out and touch the small bridge on the ground in confusion. Zheng Xiu smiled slightly, turned his pen, and in front of the two hundred soldiers, a bloody stream of light flowed down like a long river. Zheng Xiu's brush strokes were lifted from the ground and extended towards the river bed.
In the blink of an eye, Zheng Xiu finished writing and a beautiful red bridge appeared in front of everyone, stretching diagonally towards the river bed.
Huo Huo, Shen Shizong, as well as the two hundred soldiers, barbarians, and Grandpa Samba all looked shocked.
Yue Linglong's eyes lit up slightly, and under the shadow, she opened her mouth slightly, feeling equally inexplicable in her heart.
Qing Shisan and Pei Gaoya laughed and hummed a little tune. They had already guessed that the master had many ways to show off, and that would not be a big deal.
The monk praised: "My elder brother's painting skills are still as good as before."
He was subconsciously referring to those years in the scroll. As soon as he finished speaking, the monk clapped and laughed happily like a child: "It's so beautiful! Brother's painting is so beautiful!"
"sharp!"
After being startled for a moment, Huo Huo finally saw the legendary Red King performing magical arts with his own eyes. Taking a deep breath, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
The rest of the soldiers were speechless for a moment. In many people's minds, "wealth" was the magic of the Red King. Being rich and powerful was enough, what else was needed?
I never expected that the Red King had such a hand.
"What a wonderful skill!"
Shen Shizong walked onto the bridge carefully, feeling the strength of the bridge. He touched here and there. He even squatted down and picked at the green mountains and flowing water on the bridge piers, admiring it endlessly.
"Are you a 'painter'?"
When Zheng Xiu remounted his horse and everyone crossed the bridge in an orderly manner and stepped into the river bed, Yue Linglong couldn't help but ask.
"Um?"
Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows, his face turned cold, and his tone was calm and authoritative.
"It's Yue Linglong who's being abrupt."
Yue Linglong said that and shut up.
About half an hour later, the group of people followed the previous formation and walked slowly on the river bed.
The riverbed was covered with ice and the road surface was extremely slippery, unlike ordinary frozen soil. Daqian's horseshoes were walking on the ice, and several horses almost fell. Huo Huo ordered everyone to hold the horses to prevent them from being injured and affecting the rest of the journey.
There were scattered piles of snow on the river bed.
The old envoy Semba, who was walking tremblingly along the bumpy road with the barbarians, didn't pay attention at first. But after walking for a while, Samba frowned and looked around, as if he remembered something.
"Princess! Princess! Princess!"
Samba stepped on the ice and walked toward Yue Linglong and Zheng Xiu, shouting something.
At this moment, the snow around everyone squirmed and silently formed "human shapes".
call out!
The soft white snow turned into a deadly machete in an instant, slashing at the necks of Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, Shen Shizong, Huo Huo, Qing Shisan and others.
(End of chapter)
