Nightfall

In the spring of the thirteenth year of the Tang Dynasty's revelation, it rained in Weicheng.

This military border town located at the northwestern end of the vast territory of the empire, in order to prevent the invasion of the barbarians on the grassland, the four-way earthen wall was extremely thick, and it looked like a solid earthen enclosure.

When dry, the floating soil on the earthen wall will be scattered around by the wind knife in the northwest, and then fall on the humble barracks and fall on the soldiers. The whole world will become a yellowish brown, and people will sleep and shake at night. A sandstorm will tremble from time to time.

Is in a spring drought. The rain came just in time. It was warmly welcomed by the soldiers. From last night to this time, the raindrops washed away the dust on the roof, as if people's eyes had also been washed a lot brighter.

At least Ma Shixiang's eyes were bright at this time.

As the highest military chief of Weicheng, he was very humble at this time. Although he was a little dissatisfied with the yellow mud footprints on the precious blankets, he succeeded in disguising that dissatisfaction into a trace of consternation.

A respectful salute to the old man in a dirty robe next to the short side, he whispered to ask: "Dear boss, I don't know if the nobleman in the tent has any other needs. If the nobleman insists on leaving tomorrow , Then I can set aside a 100-person **** to accompany me at any time.

The old man smiled gently, pointed at the figures in the account, and shook his head to show that he had no opinion. At this moment, an indifferent and proud woman's voice came from the tent: "No need, do your own job."

Early this morning, after the other party's team rushed into Weicheng in the rain, Ma Shixiang did not take long to guess the identity of the nobleman in the team, so he did not have any opinions on the other party's pride and indifference.

The people in the tent were silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "From Weicheng to Ducheng, the road in the area of ​​Minshan is difficult. It seems that this rain will take some time, maybe some mountain roads will be washed away ... You are in the army Call me a guide. "

Ma Shixiang was startled, and remembered a certain abominable guy. After a moment of silence, he bowed his head and responded: "There are ready-made candidates."

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Several school captains looked at each other with different expressions on their faces, regretted, reluctant, fortunate, and shocked, but it was obvious that none of them thought that Ma Shixiang would actually choose that person as a guide for the noble.

"General, are you really ready to let him go?" Said a school captain in surprise.

Weicheng is small, and the total number of officers and soldiers is not more than 300 people. The barracks away from the prosperous land are sometimes more like a bandit den. The so-called generals are only the lowest ranks. However, Ma Shixiang's army is extremely strict, or this Weicheng bandit leader likes to be called a general, so even in daily conversations, the subordinates dare not forget to add the word general to their heads.

Ma Shixiang wiped the rainwater on his face, looked at the yellow-brown water around the barracks, and sighed with emotion: "You can't always keep him in this place where the bird does not shit. The receipt of the recommendation letter has been down for almost half a year. Great prospects are waiting for the kid. Anyway, he is going to the capital for the first test of the academy, and it happens to be along the way with the noble team, even if the noble person is sent.

"I don't see that noble person appreciates ..." The captain replied angrily.

The barracks door behind everyone was pushed open, and a handsome maid came out, looking at Ma Shixiang and the school captains coldly, "Take me to see the guide."

In the end is the noble person's maidservant, facing the court side, the general will not conceal his faint arrogance.

Prime Minister's porter, noble maidservant, and prince Qingke, this is a very troublesome character in the officialdom. Ma Shixiang was really reluctant to deal with this kind of person. He casually said two gossips, then waved a school captain and instructed him to take the noble maidservant to find someone.

After the rain, Weicheng looked particularly fresh after the light rain, and three or two branches of willow blossomed by the road, but the scenery was good, but the city was too small, and she didn't walk a few steps. The captain led the maidservant. Destination, it was a simple and lively barracks.

Listening to the noisy sounds of the door, drinking and cursing, the maidservant frowned slightly, thinking that in the light of day, some people dare to drink in the barracks? The curtain was blown by the wind, and the sound inside was suddenly clear. It was really a punch, but it was not a serious wine fist-listening to the content of the order, a trace of shame and red anger flashed on the face of the maidservant's beautiful, secretly clenched his sleeve. In the fist.

"Let's make a lewd punch! Who lewd you lewd! Who lewd me I lewd! Who lewd he lewd! ......"

The sloppy order sounds back and forth and is noisy, but after a long time, he has not been able to distinguish the winners and losers. Then saw a teenager across the square table.

The teenager was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was wearing a standard cotton shirt that was common in the military. The front of the cotton shirt was covered with oil. The black hair did not know whether it was naturally generated or because it had not been washed for a few years. It was also a bit greasy, but the face that was born was very clean, so that the eyebrows were very clear, and the few freckles on the cheeks were also very clear.

"Who is lustful, you are lustful!"

Contrary to the content of dirty punches, this young man's expression was particularly focused and serious, not only did not have the slightest obscene taste, but also showed a bit of holy and noble meaning between his eyebrows, his right hand kept drawing scissors stones in front of him Cloth, punching like a wind, and a knife with a killing intention, as if to see the winning or losing of this punch is more important than his life.

Several green-headed flies with strong vitality that survived the harsh environment of the Northwest were constantly trying to land on the front of the young cotton-dyed cotton shirt, but they were always driven away by his fist.

"I won!"

Seemed to be so long that the boxing punch that squeezed out all the air in the lungs of the two players at the table was finally over. The black-haired boy waved his right arm violently to declare his victory. He smiled happily, and a lovely dimple appeared on his left cheek.

The young boy ’s opponent refused to accept the defeat. He insisted that he finally changed his fist when he shouted who was lustful, so he suddenly fell into a fierce quarrel in the room, and the soldiers watching each other had a tendency to stand, and no one could persuade anyone. At this time, I did not know it was a roar: "According to the old rules, listen to Sang Sang!"

Everyone turned their eyes to the corner of the room, where an eleven or twelve-year-old girl was moving the bucket. She was short and thin, with a dark complexion and normal eyebrows. The maid's suit, which was unknown to her master, was obviously a bit too much. Loose, dragging the hem on the ground, carrying a bucket that may be heavier than yourself, obviously very laborious.

The little maid named Sang Sang put down the bucket and turned around. The soldiers looked at her nervously, just like the high-rollers in the casino waiting for the dealer to open the final size, and it was obvious that this scene was no longer the case. It appears for the first time.

The little maid frowned and looked at the teenager, and then looked at the soldier who was still indignant across the table, and said seriously: "In the twenty-third round, you cut, you punched, but you said he was Lustful, so you lost already at that time. "

A loud laughter sounded in the room, and the crowd spread out. The soldier gave money scoldingly. The teenager took the money with a smile, and rubbed his hands on the oil stains on his chest, then patted the other person's shoulders. Express my sincere comfort.

"Want to open some, the whole Weicheng ... No, this whole world, who can win me rather than lack?"

'S maid's complexion was unsightly, so the captain who had been standing by and secretly observing her complexion was also difficult to look at. He grabbed the curtain with his hand and took a deep breath. He was about to cough twice, but he was stopped by the harsh eyes of his maidservant.

Prevented the captain from disturbing the other party. The maidservant followed the teenager and the maid away from the barracks and observed it silently all the way. The captain did not know what she wanted to do, and had to attribute it to the cautious and weird habits that the nobles approached the characters.

Along the way, the teenager named Ning Que did not show any special places, bought some food, and greeted the fat aunt in the street pub, looking very leisurely, the only thing that made the maid feel weird and made her look more and more The more ugly: the thin maid dragged the bucket behind him, but the teenager didn't mean any help.

The empire is a state with a strict class, but the simple folk style, even in the gloomy and shady places like Changan in the capital, even the most indifferent noble, cannot think of an eleven-two-year-old thin girl who is so strenuous and unmoved.

"Allow soldiers in the army to raise a maid?" The Qingxiu maid forcefully suppressed her anger and asked the captain beside him.

The captain scratched his head and replied: "In recent years, there was a drought in Hebei Road, and countless refugees flocked to the south and the border county. There were dead people everywhere on the roadside. I heard that Sang Sang was out of the dead body at that time. Ning Que is also an orphan, and since then the two have been dependent on each other. "

"Later he signed up to join the army, the only condition is to bring this little girl into Weicheng." He glanced at his maid and explained carefully: "Everyone knows that this kind of thing is not allowed in the army, but their situation is a little special. There is no way to push a little girl into a dead end, so everyone should be ... not seen. "

Hearing this explanation, the maidservant's face was a little more beautiful, but when she saw Ning Que carrying half a roasted chicken, she saw the little maid behind him, dragging the bucket a few meters away, and holding back the black Cheeks were thin, and his mood was getting worse again, coldly said: "Where is the relationship, he clearly wants the girl's life."

Weicheng is really small, UU reading www. When uukanshu.com was not too large, the four people before and after went to a certain southward house outside. There was a small stone ping on the outside, and there was a simple fence around the ping.

The little maid moved the bucket half her height to the tank, and then stood on the bench beside the tank. She tried her best to pour the water into the tank. Then, she started to wash rice and wash vegetables. Taking advantage of the steamed rice, I took another rag and started to wipe the doors and windows of the tables and chairs. In a short time, there was mist rising, covering her thin body.

Although it rained last night, the rain was not big enough. The loess accumulated on the doors and windows was not washed away, but turned into an ugly muddy trace. These muddy traces were quickly cleared under the rag of the little maid. The yard was suddenly clean and bright.

Obviously she is doing these daily chores, she is very skilled and fast. She is still a child ’s little black maid who is as busy as an ant, running around like a servant, tired and sweaty, her face flushed and looks funny , And some sympathy ...

The guy named Ning Que obviously lacks these two emotions. He lies quietly or arguably on a bamboo recliner. He keeps reading some old books in his left hand and keeps reading, while his right hand holds a hard branch. On the muddy ground, he kept moving, and occasionally, when he was contemplative, he threw the branch of his hand freely, and his palm extended upward into the air. After a while, there was a pot of temperature to put the good hot tea on his palm.

The soldiers in Weicheng have long been accustomed to the pictures of daily life in this small courtyard, so it is not surprising that the eyes of the noble maidservant standing outside the fence are gradually cold, especially when I see the little maid busy with cooking and cleaning In the middle, I dare not forget to observe the requirements of the young army soldiers, and when I was ready to make tea and pour water to beat my legs, the frost on her face became heavier, as if it would congeal.