Han You left the main hall, thinking that it would be better to wait for Lao Ren to come back before continuing the chat. He didn't want to stay with Sikong Zhao anymore, and he felt uncomfortable with thirst.
After leaving the main hall, Young Master Han told Feng Bai to lead some soldiers to personally guard Sikong Zhao and prepare the bedroom. Except for sleeping and going to the toilet, he must follow him at all times.
This is the only thing Han You can do and the only thing he is willing to do.
After all, my father had treated his own father's injury, even if the injury was just a band-aid, and then he got a slap in the face, one size would be the same.
Compared to being in Beijing, Han You is more cautious now.
In Beijing, the justice he believed was only his ideal justice, which was very narrow and it was difficult to determine whether such justice was real justice.
The reason why he dares to do it freely is because there are too many people to check for him. There are Lao Ba, Beimen Yuyong, Zhou Zhenghuai, and Da Lao Huang. There are many, many people who can correct him in time when he makes mistakes. he.
Now I have come to Nanguan with three military talismans and a package of imperial edicts. It can be said that there are two streets in Lancheng at the border. I want to find out who is the father. His surname is Han. He can do whatever he wants. Lancheng was not allowed to have such a cool guy. The character exists, but his father's name is Han Bairen.
Now that he can do whatever he wants, Han You dare not do anything based on his preference. No matter what he does, Okamoto is trying to trick Durex, and he must be careful and careful.
After Han You left the Marshal's Mansion, a woman like Sikong Zhao was at the age when she had the most comprehensive skills. With her beauty, figure, and delicate look, she said, "What will you do if you meet me?" Young Master Han I feel like I'm an easy target.
If he were in the capital, Han You might have really fallen into the trap. He didn't envy mandarin ducks or immortals. He envied Mr. Hou every day. Mencius was already old, food, sex, and sex, not to mention he was a mortal.
Now in the Southland, the Sikong family's current identity is that of a big rebel who should be killed with a thousand cuts, and Han You doesn't want to really get involved with them.
As night fell, Han You walked with a few friends, thinking about the support camp.
Unknowingly, I returned to the city wall and climbed up the stairs.
The moonlight in Nanguan seems to be a little brighter than in Beijing, or because the loyal soul has passed away, the night sky is clearer. The stars shine on the road and are introduced into the darkness, silently telling one after another unknown tragedy.
Looking around, the wilderness outside the pass is dark.
After looking at it for a long time, I felt that there was a big fanged mouth in the darkness, and a group of naked savages wielding sticks would come out at any time to gnaw on the flesh and blood.
"Soldiers guarding the border."
Han You turned his head and looked at the archers who stayed at their posts, secretly admiring them.
Soldiers are admirable.
How can we not admire the soldiers who guard the borders for our country?
For the sake of the country and the people, he sweats like rain in the camp, charges in the battle formation, and stands on the wall with a bow. How can such a person not be admired by others? Anyone who does not admire such a person is a wolf-hearted person.
Standing on the wall, Han You always wanted to look back at the brightly lit camps.
If you don't look back, you can only look at the boundless darkness. This darkness will make people feel lonely, unspeakable loneliness.
Even if there are no enemies outside the customs, the border troops still have to endure sufferings that are unbearable for ordinary people, such as loneliness.
Yes, loneliness is like this for soldiers guarding the border. They reject loneliness, get used to it, embrace it, and enjoy it.
"That sentence is indeed true." Han You sneered: "When someone has a peaceful life, someone must carry the burden forward for them."
The years are quiet and good, so move forward with a heavy load. No, go forward with a heavy load, and the years are quiet and good. This is the correct sequence.
"The frontier troops work so hard, and those aristocratic families spend their days living and drinking, so that's all."
Wang Hai said bitterly: "Who would have thought that at least 70% of the aristocratic families and local powerful people in the South would defy the imperial court."
Broadly speaking, there is nothing wrong with Lao Ba. When he won the great treasure, he only brought a small number of troops to the capital to prevent the war from raging and causing chaos in the world. This alone is not better than many kings.
Lao Ba is an ideal emperor, an ambitious emperor, and a real emperor of flesh and blood. Even Wang Hai knows this.
"There is nothing unreasonable. Different statuses, different classes, different views, and different interests."
Han You is very tolerant.
Just like Liu Chan, countless people said that the tiger father gave birth to a dog son, but little did they know that such a king was the emperor that Yue Fei, Xin Qiji and others dreamed of.
People will naturally like an old man with ideals and ambitions. Let's look at how those aristocratic families and corrupt officials who have already felt threatened can like him.
Looking at the darkness and loneliness that he could not embrace, Han You asked faintly: "Is Zhao Xiong still in the city?"
"Here, Zhao Jiazu has left Lancheng, but Zhao Xiong is still here. I don't know what he wants to do."
“Watch, wait, decide.”
Only in front of Wang Hai and others, Han You would not hide his thoughts with a playful smile and cynicism.
"Call Zhao Xiong here. There are too many things to do. We should do them as soon as possible. I don't have the patience to waste time with him."
Wang Hai didn't even need to turn around to explain, the two soldiers ran away in a hurry.
Han You took out the yellow paper pamphlet in his arms, his brows filled with irritation and sorrow.
The brochure is full of to-do items, and the contents on it are getting more and more complicated every day.
Suddenly there was singing in the distance, like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.
A warrior on the verge of battle...
Desolate hey…
The knife is sharpened...
The ball is dead, the person I am thinking of...
Zhaodi, Zhaodi, mother-in-law...
Han You turned his head and couldn't tell which archer was singing the song.
Wang Hai smiled and said: "Everyone has this habit. When they are lonely at night, they howl randomly for entertainment."
"How many wives have to run away to sing this feeling."
After finishing speaking, Han You was also happy and howled at the top of his lungs.
"What makes you so obsessed with such presumption..."
There was silence on the top of the city, and all the archers on the wall looked at Han You.
Han You, who relied solely on emotion without any skills, turned his head and looked at Feng Bai dissatisfied: "If you can't sing, just shut up. What the hell are you singing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless cries of ghosts and wolves howled, what made you so obsessed with such wantonness...
Han You laughed loudly, and then started howling at the top of his lungs.
You are my lover, use your thick big lips to make me ecstasy endlessly in the middle of the night...
On the city wall, more and more people joined in the chorus and began to howl at the top of their lungs.
Han You roared loudly, laughed loudly, sang loudly, and cursed loudly.
At this moment, at least at this moment, Han You was integrated into the frontier army.
This is what soldiers do. They don't care what the world thinks of them, and they don't care whether they are dissolute or not, because they only need to do one thing, no, two things, live for war and die for peace. They only need to do these two things well. One thing is enough, other things are not important, and what the world thinks of it is not important either.
The chaotic singing is like wild ghosts crying in the grave. On the city wall, there is no longer a sense of loneliness.
The frontier soldiers are not lonely because they have a noble robe and the strongest faith in the world.
