Chapter 48 Nine, flute sound

Jun Wuyi woke up to the sound of flutes. The lone moon hangs high, and everything is quiet at the bottom of the cliff, only the sound of the flute is in the remote mountains, like the night that permeates thousands of mountains and rivers, permeating the light and vast sorrow. On the big rock beside him, the back of Ashina Yongyi merged with the night, making it difficult to tell whether his black clothes were cut into a corner of the night sky, or the night melted on his robe. "Your Highness." Ashina Yongyi turned his head and saw that Jun Wuyi sat up, his clothes and hair lifted by the night wind.From this position, you can see the warmth of the bonfire not far away, and familiar figures roasting things by the fire.

"Has the fever gone?" Ashina Yongyi's blue eyes were full of real concern: "You have been in a coma for two days and two nights with a high fever." Jun Wuyi shook his head, his smiling eyes were the best answer. "What is Your Highness missing, is it your hometown?" Jun Wuyi looked up at the moon on the top of the mountain. "No, I'm just missing a woman." The corners of Ashina Yongyi's lips curved slightly. Jun Wuwu looked sideways at him. Ashina Yongyi stroked the flute in his hand.This is a snow-white jade flute, which is incompatible with his rigid temperament, like a pool of spring water flowing between steel knives.

He suddenly asked: "Do you have a favorite woman?" Jun Wuyi was slightly taken aback, and smiled wryly: "Yes." "A woman's mind is much more complicated than a battlefield of blazing flames." Ashina Yongyi also smiled: "I once told her that a woman can be smart, but not too smart, a woman can be stupid, and she can even pretend to be stupid-love Her man will spoil her stupidity." Jun Wuyi listened quietly. "But I'm still not sure whether I have mastered her heart." Ashina Yongyi looked at his hands, as if weighing their power to turn clouds and rain—in love, there is no king.

The bonfire was burning, and Su Changshan turned the roasted rabbit over. With an expression of "I despise you", Jiuzhou looked at him sympathetically: "It's burnt." Su Changshan's self-esteem was hit again.Sparks flickered, only to hear a gentle voice say from the side: "It's very fragrant." Jun Wuyi smiled and bent down, the brilliance of his face dimmed the moonlight. "Stay away from the fire." Su Changshan dropped the rabbit and pushed him to the side. Jun Wuyi's physical strength had not yet recovered, so it was easy to push.

"Don't get close to the place where there is smoke, high burn lungs, easy to cause cough." Su Changshan half pushed and half supported him and walked a few steps, and didn't stop until he was sure that he was far away from the bonfire and smoke. Jun Wuyi's cheeks, which have just subsided from a high fever, are as warm and pure as melting snow, and the smile melts on the lake of people's hearts little by little. "What's so funny." Su Changshan said flatly. "..." Jun Wuyi looked at him with a deeper smile. "Smile happily, will the injury heal quickly?" Su Changshan turned around speechlessly.

Jun Wuyi took his arm. Actually, he didn't have much strength, but he held him firmly: "If something happened to you, I won't be able to laugh - you are smarter than me, you should know my gains and losses." He looked at the bonfire, even though Su Changshan was always chic, he might be ashamed of it, otherwise he wouldn't have thrown away the roasted rabbits—Su Tong, who can't cook, cherishes his own cooking the most "masterpiece". "I also have my own thoughts." Jun Wuyi's eyes were gentle: "Fang Ting doesn't like to hold a sword, and you don't like to get up early—but I just want to see you all safe."

Su Changshan turned his head away to prevent him from seeing his expression at the moment. The gray cloth was ridiculously torn because of being torn off, and the straight back revealed a bit of rebellion that only belonged to a boy of this age. No one has seen Su Lang like this. "Why don't I write a letter to the south of the Yangtze River and tell Mr. Su about it." Jun Wuyi mused with a smile: "Su Tong was lazy and made mistakes, and he was quite regretful. He decided to get up when he heard the chicken every day. Mr. Su for ten years I don't know how to be happy if I get paid for the merit of enlightenment in one day."

"It's better to just bury me." Su Changshan glanced at him, and pointed to the open space beside him: "Sit down, the rabbit is almost ready." Jun Wuxin smiled and sat down.What a free and easy person Su Lang is, he can afford to put it down, that's Su Changshan's demeanor. Sure enough, Kyushu came over with fragrant rabbits strung on wooden sticks, and handed the biggest one to Jun Wuyi. Seeing Jun Wuyi was a little embarrassed, he remembered that his hand was seriously injured. "...You take it, Su Tangyuan." She also blew on her palm so hot that even a little bit of ice in her handsome phoenix eyes was blown away, revealing a lively frankness.

Jun Wuyi raised his eyes in surprise: "... Tangyuan?" "Is there any problem?" There was a trace of doubt in Jiuzhou's eyebrows, pointing at Su Changshan: "Don't you Sui people call him that?" Su Changshan sat with his back facing her, and only missed a note "I don't want to see you" on his back. A rush of horseshoes trampled through the moonlight at the bottom of the cliff, and dozens of silver figures approached from far away, stunned and stunned, and the domineering momentum lifted the silence of the mountains and rivers. Fourteen silver shadows rode off their horses and held their guns to salute, the silver armor shone coldly: "Your Highness."

"Three days and two nights," Ashina Yongyi looked at them with a half-smile, "wait for dawn." Kyushu rushed over quickly, the moon reached the climax, and there were still five hours before dawn. The distant mountains were steep, and the Turkic cavalry was at least five hours faster than Zuo Yiwei's elite soldiers.Their men and war horses can travel unimpeded among the barren mountains and dead roads. Fourteen Silver Shadow Cavalry threw a long spear, and Kyushu raised his hand to catch it. "Your gun and battle armor." The voice was as cold as a rock: "I brought them to be buried with you. I didn't expect your life to be so great."

"San Xia, you still speak so badly." Another voice laughed, "Who is the most anxious when you are on your way?" Jiuzhou glared at them, his phoenix eyes couldn't hide his emotion. The fourteen silver shadow riders sat around the bonfire on the spot, one of them looked in the direction of Su Changshan, hesitated for a moment, looked twice, and finally walked over quickly. "You're fine—" the woman's voice was clear and crisp.Su Changshan raised his eyelids to confirm that he was talking to him. The tall girl is covered in silver armor, her aura is as pure as an exquisite silver spear, she lifted off her mask, revealing a crescent moon face in the lake. "I'm glad to see you're all right, my name is Wuhu." Before Su Changshan could answer, she had already put on her mask and walked quickly back to the campfire.When she turned around, she didn't cover her red ears. "..." Su Changshan looked at Jun Wuyi, seeing that the other party was smiling very heartily, black lines all over his head. "The Fourteen Silver Shadow Cavalry moves very quickly." Su Changshan wrapped the wooden stick on which the rabbit was worn with leaves layer by layer, and after making sure that it was not hot at all, he handed it to Jun Wuyi: "Pay attention to your hands." "The gap between the elite soldiers of the Sui Dynasty and the Turks is not a matter of one or two years." Jun Wuyi shook his head: "This is not a bad thing - the people cultivate their lives and rest, and the imperial court uses the power of the whole country for the people's livelihood, and the military equipment will be compared. Seeing weakness. I stopped increasing troops and chasing wages, and no one in the court publicly opposed it, but I may not be completely convinced in my heart." "The higher your prestige, the more invisible enemies you will have." Su Changshan said indifferently: "If you act like this, officials who are touched by their vital interests will never be calm; and any kind of political opinion in the court, after a hundred generations, will never be calm." It’s had mixed reviews.” "Am I still seeking fame after a hundred generations?" Jun Wuyi's smile is like snow on a mountain, clear and far away: "This life is given to the world of the Sui Dynasty, and I can only do my best for dozens of years. The people have one more day of peace, and I can do it." A little bit, just a little bit. As for the things behind me - there is no achievement behind me, only countless blood, I just hope that it will never be mentioned in the annals of history. Perhaps, it can promise me peace in the next life." Su Changshan looked into the distance, and his eyes were filled with the morning mist before the sun had risen. The dawn breaks, and there is a white gap between the distant mountains and the sky. "Your people are coming soon." Su Changshan asked flatly. There was only a sound of people and horses, and the arrival of Sui soldiers stirred up a wave of dust. When the people approached, Jun Wuyi and Su Changshan were startled for a moment, and the word "Yuwen" appeared on the banner.