Back in the small courtyard of the thatched house, Xiao Zizi fell asleep on the desk.
Wandering all the way, Ye Zi was not in a very high mood. He became cheerful when he returned to the familiar and warm thatched house. He ran into the house and tried to lift the drool-filled little Ye Zi to the bed. He gently wiped his face and lay down in front of the bed to watch quietly. Sister sleeps.
A certain Bai also squatted down and looked at Xiao Zizi.
"gentlemen."
"Um?"
"From now on... let's never go down the mountain again, okay? I'll do the washing and firewood~"
Hearing this, Bai Yujun reached out and touched Ye Zi's withered yellow hair. Ye Zi narrowed his eyes and let out a comfortable hum, like a little stray cat. Children who have experienced too many bad things can easily develop a shunned mentality.
"When you are born in this world, you cannot help yourself. There are many things that you cannot avoid. Not to mention people, even monsters cannot be free and unrestrained."
Ye Zi is depressed.
Touch the little head again, the fur feels very comfortable to the touch.
"Yi Zi, you have to be strong. You still have to take care of your sister. Just get used to the good and evil in the world."
Bai Yujun started to cook dinner. Washing the dishes and washing pots were left to Ye Zi to do the cooking, but cooking was Bai's job. You couldn't expect a seven-year-old girl to make delicious food.
Go to the lotus pond at the foot of the mountain and dig out fresh and tender lotus roots. Make sure there is no lotus essence before digging.
Wash the lotus root, peel off the skin and cut it from one end. Take out the soaked glutinous rice and stuff it into the lotus root bit by bit with chopsticks. This is a slow and delicate job. When Ye Zi saw Hui Hui, he ran to help. He rolled up his sleeves and Hui Hui imitated Bai Yujun's stuffing of glutinous rice. Finished Finally, use thin wooden skewers to secure the cut lotus roots.
A lot of lotus roots stuffed with glutinous rice were quickly prepared.
That’s right, I’m going to make sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice and lotus root, which is glutinous and sweet. It has a strong fragrance of osmanthus and is soft and sweet. Don’t stop a foodie from pursuing delicious food. In a busy life, you should take a break to enjoy a moment of happiness.
When I dig out the sweet-scented osmanthus, red dates and brown sugar, I can only find these seasonings. Although they are not the best, they are not far behind.
Ye Zi has completely become a little follower at this moment, Pi Dian Pi Dian helps to light the fire and add firewood, his face is black from the smoke, his big eyes are staring at the steaming casserole, and the unique fragrance of osmanthus completely captures the snack food.
The casserole is in the shed next to the thatched house. The sky is getting dark, and the charcoal fire on the stove is crackling and burning...
Remove from the pot, cut into slices and serve on a plate.
There is no need to wake up the little leaf, just put the sweet-scented osmanthus, glutinous rice and lotus root in front of the little nose and instantly get up with energy, and the big and little kids sit around the wooden table to eat the delicious food.
The Yan Kingdom's army went south overnight, conquering one city after another.
Hundreds of years of war have long made the people forget that they once belonged to the same empire. Although they have the same clothes, the same language, and even the same surnames and books, they are still instinctively hostile to people outside the kingdom. These princes, kings and warlords have made great achievements through their persistence in differentiation. Great results were achieved, and the legacy left by the Tang Empire was dismantled.
The Yan army was unstoppable. Many places offered symbolic resistance and then surrendered. They took over territories and rearranged officials, which also involved the division of interests. The progress was not very fast.
I heard that King Wu no longer held court meetings because no one in the civil and military officials attended.
Many dignitaries have made it clear that they are abandoning the royal family and preparing to board the new ship. Several famous ministers and generals have died and scattered. It is said that there is still one veteran general guarding the city wall.
From far away, Bai Yujun seemed to be able to hear King Wu in the palace scolding everyone except himself.
After drinking to soothe their sorrows and wait for the end, the troops that were squeezed out finally surrendered and scattered. Apart from the city guards, there were no more troops. Even if they wanted to recruit them, they could not recruit them. Without the cooperation of the nobles, nothing could be done.
The wind and rain are swaying, but the hillside thatched cottage is quiet and comfortable...
…
Early autumn.
The autumn wind and autumn rain are cool, and the army is pressing down on the city.
Bai Yujun led Ye Zi to sit on the city gate tower to witness the final battle. He used a simple magic array to hide his figure. The overgrown roof of the city gate tower allowed him to see the overall situation clearly, and the autumn breeze was cool.
The Chimang people did not send troops to help again, and they would not come even if the reward was large.
The garrison on the wall was sparse and demoralized. I am afraid that at this moment, they were hoping that the big men would surrender as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary deaths.
The Yan army was blocking the outside of the city in mighty force, with densely packed flags waving. Qiao Jin was wearing armor and holding a silver spear astride the horse, but her face was tangled. She looked at the familiar city and didn't know what to do. Just as she was wondering, the city gate suddenly opened...
The heavy city gate rumbled and suddenly stopped when it was halfway open.
Bai Yujun was curious, so she grabbed the fallen leaves and stood aside to see what was going on, when she heard the noise in the city gate.
"Old General Xiong, you have also seen that the king has gone against the grain and caused the disaster of destroying the country. We are all citizens of the Tang Dynasty. Do you want these city guards to be buried with you for the sake of the king?"
"Traitors! You traitors! The Chao Gang surrendered without a fight! What will Nan Wu do to you? You are treacherous people!"
The old voice yelled, angry that the nobles in the city dared to open the city gate to meet the enemy.
It's a pity that it's useless. Nobles never care about being called names.
"It's just following God's will. General Xiong should think more about his family and his soldiers. Why waste his life when things have come to this? Look, even if the city gate is wide open, the Yan army did not take the opportunity to attack the city. This is a righteous man."
There were many eloquent nobles in the city gate. The gray-haired General Xiong was the general of the city guard. The nobles were quarreling with the old general.
The defenders were silent. The situation was irreversible. No one wanted to die in vain.
To put it bluntly, all their deaths today were in vain. Their families will not receive pensions and may even be traced in the future. The characteristic of this era is that there is no sense of belonging, including the soldiers of Yan. The common people only know that the emperor and the nobles have the final say. , unless there is an irreconcilable foreign invasion, it doesn't matter who becomes the king.
"Close the city gate! I am the general!"
The soldiers and young men near the city gate lowered their heads and neither closed nor opened the city gate.
"You... you..."
General Xiong was completely desperate and understood that there was really nothing he could do to save the day.
The nobles continued to sneer and taunt, and their voices buzzed and echoed in the city gate, making the old general uncomfortable. No one wanted to defend the city with him, and everything was over...
Silently turned around and walked out of the city gate without saying a word.
He looked up at the dark, drizzly sky and then at the dense army on the opposite side.
"it's over……"
He raised his hand to wipe away the rain or tears from his face.
"kill!"
Pulling out the sword, he shouted hoarsely and rushed towards the Yan army...
He was too old and staggered. He hadn't run very far when he suddenly fell down and fell into the mud. He finally got up and wiped his face. He didn't care about his helmet falling off and continued to charge while yelling.
His body was covered in mud and water, his white hair was scattered, and all eyes were staring blankly at the lonely old man seeking death.
"kill!"
The road was muddy, and I got stuck in the mud before I ran very far. When I struggled to crawl out of the mud, I was missing one of my boots. My sword was no longer sharp in the mud. I continued to rush out of breath, and ran into a dense crowd of spears...
The nobles were stunned and didn't understand how crazy he was.
The soldiers all over the city were sad and ashamed. No one thought that General Xiong would do this.
"No! Stop!"
Qiao Jin yelled and gave the order but it was too late. The soldiers in front of the army raised their spears reflexively. In an instant, three or four spears pierced the veteran's body. This time the veteran fell and could not get up.
There was dead silence...
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