It will be tomorrow, and the streets and alleys of Beiyangcheng are all white.
Li Lin urged the horse to move forward, watched the soldiers call the gate open, went out of the city, walked for three or five miles, saw the small shop where he stayed before entering the city, and ordered the soldiers to pick up their luggage, Li Lin stationed The horse waited at the door.
"Ou Ou Ou"
The rooster cried from a distance.
The moonlight was like water, over the Banqiao and the small river in the distance, and fell on Li Lin, not far from the shop on the thatch-covered signboard.
The small shop lights up, the wooden door squeaks, and someone goes out, packing up the luggage carriage, and early travelers are ready to go on the road.
In twos and threes, there were more people, leaving the shop, missing Li Lin's side, and stepping on the board bridge, disappearing into the moonlight in the distance with the creak of the wooden bridge.
"Erdan, let's go home after we finish this trip. Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight in our village was so bright."
"I really want my son and his mother. I don't know if the money I brought home from the trustee is enough. When I ate mooncakes last year, my father's illness was much better."
"I heard that Beizheng's generation was in trouble, God bless us, let us deliver this trip safely, and I will give you three more sticks of incense when we go back."
The two guests on the packhorses talked to each other about how they missed home.
Missing away, Li Lin also fell into contemplation. He joined the Xuan Mansion at the age of eighteen. It has been three years now. Although there are always family letters in the middle, he has never returned home for three years.
Parents and mothers should be in good health. Is the eldest sister's life at her husband's house still satisfactory? The younger sister should be married, right? The cousin will also call her elder brother, right?
The Li family has only one male in his own generation. If he can't become famous, his father will be torn to pieces by those family members who have had hatred.
Mother, when I become famous, Dad will allow me to go home.
Li Lin thought in his heart, couldn't help but touch the small bag toward his waist, which contained a carving knife. It was a gift from his mother. Whenever he missed his hometown, he would always show it out.
The tentacle felt empty.
Li Lin was startled, his back felt cold, and I lost my knife!
I searched hard in my mind. The last time I saw the carving knife, in the general's mansion, before the general declared martial law, he asked himself if he wanted to see the knife, did he put the knife away at that time?
"Lieutenant, you can go."
The soldiers had already packed their salutes and were ready to set off.
Li Lin decided to go back to the general. This is a sustenance of missing his relatives, and he shouldn't blame him if he wants to come to the general.
"You two urge the horse to go slow. I will go back to meet the general and I will catch up with you."
Without waiting for the two to answer, they turned their heads and returned to Beiyang.
Li Qing hadn't slept yet, and when he knew that Li Lin was returning, his brows wrinkled. The Dongtang Daying incident cannot be delayed. Li Lin is not a person who can't tell the priorities. He must have something important when he comes back.
"Lost the knife?"
Li Qing's brows were frowned, and the gaze that looked at Li Lin was full of unkindness. Because of this, your kid is going to delay the military affairs.
Moonlight passed through the tree trunks, and cast a mottled shadow on the ground, falling on Li Lin in front of him, causing the fire in Li Qing's heart to dissipate in an instant.
"It's definitely not an ordinary carving knife that will let you Li Lin Pixing Daiyue rush back. When I looked in the study, I didn't find anything special about that knife."
"He Wu, go and accompany Lieutenant Li in the study to see if you can find the carving knife."
Li Lin bowed to Li Qing: "General Mingjian, the final general has not returned home for three years. The carving knife was a parting gift from his mother."
Li Qing nodded, instructed the two of them to go away, and turned back to sleep.
He Wu led Li Lin into the study, lit the palace lantern, yawned, and said impatiently.
"Master Li, take a look, if you have your knife."
The slap-length knife was lying quietly on the discussion table. Li Lin walked over in two steps and picked up the knife.
Great, I found it!
"what?"
Li Lin looked at the lettering on the table, lost in thought.
Jishengmaodian month, visit Banqiaoshuang!
It was exactly the same as the scene I saw outside the Maodian just now, making myself seem to be back to where I was just now.
In the morning, we will start to conquer the duo, and the guest will travel to the hometown of sorrow!
The tears suddenly moistened his eyes, and Li Lin suddenly had an urge to cry. Just now, hearing the two packhorses lamenting that they were far away from home and missing their relatives, Li Lin was full of sadness.
Now, these four lines of poems are unfolding in front of them one by one.
Mistletoe Falling Mountain Road, Zhihua Mingyi Wall
Because of the dream of Du Lingmeng, the mallard geese are full of return to the pond
After silently memorizing these two sentences, Li Lin lowered his head slightly to prevent He Wu from seeing the tears in his eyes, lowering his hoarse voice.
"How can I catch my head and help? Lin has found the carving knife, so he is leaving now."
There was a hint of joy on He Wu's face, which was great, and he could go back to catch up.
Li Lin went out of the county lieutenant's mansion and read it silently again, and then he urged the horse to move forward. Such poems are the real poems. What are the depressive voices of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
Only my Han Chinese man can write such touching words and sentences.
Out of the city, passing Banqiao again, the hoarfrost has already covered Banqiao, and the footprints and horseshoe marks are sparse, quite conspicuous in the hoarfrost.
At the foot of Eagle Mountain, next to the post, two soldiers were pacing restlessly. On the wall of the post full of yellow sand, a few white flowers bloomed brightly.
On the mountain path, the oak leaf tree was blown by the mountain wind, and the mistleaf tree fell, hitting the mountain people who were going up the mountain to beg for life.
Li Lin finally couldn't help the sadness in his heart, tears flowed down his face, and his clothes were wet in an instant.
This is the real poem everyone!
Every sentence is about the scenery, and every sentence is about the love, and all the feelings of longing that I have been in prison for three years, and that there is nowhere to vent, are all exuded.
"Lieutenant, are you okay?"
The personal soldier Li Shanzi asked cautiously. He was the personal soldier Li Lin brought out from home, and he couldn't help worrying about Li Lin's condition.
Li Lin wiped the tears from his face.
"Good poem!"
"I'm fine, let's go. When I come back, we must ask the general to find out who wrote this poem."
Three horses galloped and disappeared on the avenue leading to Xuan's Mansion.
…
In the Xuncheng camp, Su Lu's head was about to explode.
"I'm gonna bet, don't care about it."
"It's useless for you to manage. If you lose, you lose."
"It's just right that the mother-in-law is gone, and the wife is like clothes.
"I'm not as good as a pig dog, do you want to take care of the pig dog?"
Zhao San is like a stone, no matter how fat Su Ping Zhao beats and scolds, he doesn't mean to repent at all. Zhao San's wife doesn't cry anymore, but she doesn't speak, just bowed her head and sat there, motionless like a wooden person.
"Second brother, what do you say, what shall we do?"
Li Kun spoke.
Fatty Zhao and Su Ping also raised their heads. Now everyone's wealth follows the second brother, and the second brother has the final say about Zhao San's affairs.
Su Lu squeezed his forehead and looked at Zhao San on the ground, his voice couldn't help but a little irritable.
"If you feel sorry for us, just tell the story. You don't have to abuse yourself or your daughter-in-law. These things will disappear if you don't abuse yourself."
Zhao San and his wife raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at Su Lu. The two of them looked pale, looking at everything on the ground, there was almost no trace of blood on their faces.
Su Lu got up and pointed at Fatty Zhao and Su Ping next to him.
"They just got off the battlefield, and the blood on their bodies is not dry, and it is not you two who made the mistake. Just tell them, why bother yourself."
"Second brother, I'm sorry, sorry everyone."
Zhao Sanfu burst into tears, and after many days of depression, following Su Lu's words, all disappeared. He was suffering and sad these days, but he didn't know that the second brother already knew.
After crying for a while, Zhao San wiped tears, his voice hoarse.
"Fifteen days ago, I met Xiaohua from my family in Chengdong Road Renxiang. She dragged me into the alley and told me that our village was destroyed by the Tule people because of the third table of the second aunt of her maiden brother and daughter-in-law. My brother had an enemy with Li Dakan in our village, so he instigated the Thule people to destroy our village."
"Jiang Changfu?"
Li Kun said that he was of the same race as Li Dakan. Knowing that Li Dakan had an enemy who was a general, he immediately thought of this name.
Su Lu frowned, as if he had seen this name.