King Hesheri's originally tight face gradually showed a gratified smile. He nodded slightly, and a hint of surprise and excitement flashed in his eyes.
"Oh? That's true? That's great!"
Shi Dami nodded heavily and said firmly.
"It's true, Your Majesty! With such a high morale army, why worry about not winning this battle?"
The joy in Hesheli's heart is intertwined with his longing for a future war.
He knew very well that morale was one of the key factors in the victory of the war. Now that the soldiers have such fighting spirit, it undoubtedly adds some chance of winning to the upcoming war.
Although there are still many difficulties ahead, at this moment, he is full of confidence in this war with the Han Kingdom.
"Okay! Since that's the case, you two must continue to motivate the soldiers and keep this morale going. At the same time, you must also make preparations before the war and not slacken at all. I will fully support you in the rear and look forward to your triumphant return!"
King Hesheri's voice echoed in the hall, full of majesty and power.
"Abide by your order, Your Majesty! We will live up to your Majesty's expectations!" Shi Dami and Armas responded in unison, and their voices resounded throughout the reception hall.
Shi Dami stepped forward and bowed and asked, "Your Majesty, since the morale of the soldiers is so high, how can we ask when will we send troops to attack the Han Dynasty? Our army has prepared troops and is waiting for your order to go to the battlefield."
Armas nodded immediately and agreed.
"Your Majesty, I am just about to ask for instructions on this matter. The soldiers' hearts have already flown to the battlefield. At this time, they will definitely be as sharp as a tiger going down the mountain. They cannot be regarded as sharp."
Hesheli pondered for a moment, and his eyes swept over the military map hanging in the hall, which marked the mountains, rivers, terrain and passes of the Han Kingdom.
He paced with his hands behind his back, stopped for a moment, and spoke with a firm look.
"Two generals, I know that the soldiers are anxious, but although the fighter planes appear, they still need to be polished. I want to train troops for another four or five days. At that time, our army's skills are more refined and cooperation is more tacit, so that we can be foolproof."
Sardim and Armas looked at each other. Although they were anxious, they also understood the king's profound meaning and responded in unison: "Your Majesty is wise, I will obey the order."
Hesheli nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal.
"The two generals are here to retreat. I will hurry up the training of troops, food, weapons and other logistics affairs in the past few days. I will make arrangements and make sure to give up the troops to go to the expedition without any worries."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The two saluted again, then turned around and retreated from the hall with powerful steps.
The sun shines on their departing backs, reflecting the heroism and determination that is about to rush to the battlefield.
In the hall, Hesheli sat back on the throne, staring deep in his eyes, silently planning every move of this battle in his heart, a storm that swept the two countries was already brewing.
The strong wind roared in the extremely cold land, and the world was vast, as if all the vitality was swallowed by the cold cold.
Xi Yu rode his horse and walked forward with difficulty.
Finally found a valley with leeing back, Xi Yu turned over and got off the horse, and hid in with the reins.
His hands and feet were already numb from the cold. It took a lot of effort to take out the herbs drawn by Song Shuwen from his cuff. The paper was a little wrinkled due to the bumps and coldness along the way. The picture showed a herb with slender leaves and a blue flower on the top.
Xi Yu tightened his cloak tightly and looked firmly at the ice field outside the valley.
He knew in his heart that this journey of seeking medicine was like looking for a needle in a haystack. No one could be sure that there were herbs. Even if there were, it was unknown whether they could be successfully harvested in this harsh environment.
Carefully fold the herbal pictures and put them back on the cuffs, Xi Yu patted the horse's back and said softly: "Old guy, let's look for it again."
The strong wind rushed around this extremely cold place, and the cotton coat on Xi Yu's body was like a layer of thin paper, which could not resist the biting chill.
He hugged his arms tightly, his teeth trembled uncontrollably, and his body shivered uncontrollably.
In this cold and cold gap, a thought quietly climbed into his heart, and he couldn't help but murmur: "Is it really worth it for a little girl?"
The hardships along the way, catalyzed by the severe cold, caused ripples in his heart.
"What the hell am I doing? This ice field is so dangerous. If I can't find herbs, wouldn't it be a waste of life?" Xi Yu's eyes were a little confused, and his steps slowed down unconsciously.
The wind blew harder, and the sand and gravel whipped on the face, causing pain.
However, after a moment of hesitation, his eyes ignited again and he patted his head hard: "Since you come, you will be at ease! How could I, Xi Yu, be the one who retreated in the last days?"
Even for this little hope, he could not give up.
Xi Yu straightened his back and faced the cold wind, and continued to walk forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Every step on this frozen soil is accompanied by a firm determination, exploring the depths of the unknown, allowing the cold to erode, but the warmth in my heart is gathering little by little - the warmth born to protect others.
On the top of Kunlun Mountain, clouds and mist are shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland isolated from the world.
Luo Xiaoyu stood with her hands behind her back, looked at the continuous snow peaks in the distance, and sighed heavily.
Beside him, Xiaohong stood quietly, bathing in the cold mountain breeze together.
"Xiaohong, I don't know what the Prime Minister is doing now." Luo Xiaoyu clenched his fists, with a little annoyance in his tone: "Now I am pampered in this Kunlun Mountain, and I am just willing to repay my kindness, but I have accomplished nothing. I always think about it, I feel ashamed."
The mountain wind blew his clothes, making a sound, just like his uneasy heart at this moment.
Xiaohong shook her head gently, looked at Luo Xiaoyu with a soft look, and whispered: "Brother Xiaoyu, you and I really can't repay you and I for yourselves. But don't blame yourself too much."
At noon, the sun shines on Kunlun Mountain, and the Taoist temple is peaceful.
Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong walked towards the dining hall. As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw that there were already many Taoist priests sitting inside.
Qingfeng and Mingyue are practicing in seclusion, so the matters down the mountain are taken care of by a Taoist priest named Guanglingzi.
After Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong entered the dining hall, they sat down quietly.
Soon, Taoist Master Guanglingzi also came. After he took his seat, everyone started to eat.
There were simple meals on the table, and everyone ate silently. Luo Xiaoyu ate the food in the bowl quietly, and the same was true for Xiaohong. The slight sound of the bowls and chopsticks occasionally touched throughout the dining hall, and everyone was enjoying the meal in such a peaceful atmosphere.
In the dining hall, the sun shines through the carved window lattices, sprinkling light and shadow.
The Taoist priests, Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong sat around the quaint long tables, eating quietly, with only the slightest touch of the bowls and chopsticks.
Suddenly, a Taoist priest swallowed the lunch and looked confused. He asked Taoist priest Guanglingzi softly: "Senior brother, why are there too many foods today?"
This sudden question caused a rippling ripples in the quiet atmosphere, and everyone's eyes turned to this side.
Taoist Master Guanglingzi paused his chopsticks in his hand, looked up at everyone, and his eyes finally fell on Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong. His smile seemed gentle on his face, but there was a hint of undetectable coldness in his eyes.
"We practitioners have always just a simple meal and fill our stomachs. But now that guests are visiting, they have to take it into consideration. Thinking that young people have a lot of appetite, they naturally need to prepare more."
Although the words mentioned "consideration", there was a hint of blaming the blame.
For a moment, the eyes of many Taoist priests were shot at Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong like spotlights.
Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong ate this meal in the dining hall as if they were pins and needles.
The gazes from the Taoist priests around them were like heavy stones, which made them breathless.
After finally finishing the meal, the two of them returned to their residence as if they were running away.
As soon as he entered the yard, Luo Xiaoyu pulled Xiaohong straight to his room and threw it to the door with a "bang". His face was angry, his cheeks bulged, and he paced back and forth in the room, and the wooden boards under his feet were squeaking.
Xiaohong stood aside, lowered her head, and twisted her fingers restlessly on the corner of her clothes. She stuttered: "Brother Xiaoyu, it's all my fault for causing trouble for everyone."
When Luo Xiaoyu heard this, she immediately stopped, walked to Xiaohong, held her shoulder with both hands, and said anxiously: "Xiaohong, how can you blame you? It's that Guanglingzi. Isn't it just that we think we eat too much and causing trouble!"
Xiaohong's eyes were red and her voice was choked.
"But we do eat and live here, which puts a burden on the Taoist priests..."
Luo Xiaoyu raised her head, her face full of dissatisfaction.
"Xiaohong, what do you mean by this?" Luo Xiaoyu stopped suddenly and looked at Xiaohong and said, "Although we are here, Qingfeng and Mingyue, the two Taoist priests, also nodded in agreement. At that time, the Prime Minister insisted on paying the food and accommodation fee, but it was a love affair for others to confiscate it. Why is it because we are eating and living for free now? It's annoying to us?"
The more he spoke, the higher his voice, his eyes widened, full of resentment.
Xiaohong stood aside, twisted her fingers and whispered.
"Brother Xiaoyu, although I can't remember too many things, I know that I have to follow other people's rules in other people's places. We just pretend that we didn't hear about this today..."
Her voice became smaller and smaller, with some helplessness and grievance in her eyes.
"I didn't hear it? They said that, why did they pretend that they didn't hear it?" Luo Xiaoyu stomped her feet, rushed to the table, and sat down heavily.
Xiaohong walked over gently, sat down next to Luo Xiaoyu, and held his hand and whispered.
"Brother Xiaoyu, don't be angry. Let's just treat it as the Prime Minister and endure it. Maybe one day the Prime Minister comes back and everything will be fine."
Luo Xiaoyu raised her head and looked at Xiaohong. The anger in her eyes gradually turned into firmness.
"Okay, Xiaohong, I'll listen to you. For the sake of the Prime Minister, I can swallow the anger at this moment. But don't go too far. If I dare to make things difficult for you, I will never give up!"
Xiaohong felt that he was feeling a little slow and said softly: "Brother Xiaoyu, since that's the case, then I'll go back to the room."
Luo Xiaoyu looked at Xiaohong, and although she was full of reluctance, she nodded.
"Okay, go back and have a break early, and call me if you have something to do."
Xiaohong nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the room slowly, and gently brought the door.
Through the quiet courtyard, the moonlight shines on the stone road, reflecting her lonely figure.
She knew in her heart that everyone had difficulties at this moment, and it was better to have less than more things.
Soon, Xiaohong returned to her room. The room was a little dim. She didn't light the light and walked straight to the bed and sat down.
The wind rustled outside the window, and her thoughts drifted away. She couldn't help but worry about the whereabouts of the prime minister, and thought about how to act more carefully on this mountain in the future to avoid recurrence of turmoil.
On this Kunlun Mountain, life is getting more and more difficult, and I hope the storm will subside as soon as possible.
Xiaohong sat by the bed, facing the window and was in silence. Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence.
She got up and opened the door, and saw that it was a little Taoist boy with a little restrained face.
The little Taoist boy bowed slightly and said softly, "I want to tell you something. The Taoist priests on the mountain have been very busy recently, and their daily practice is full of work. So I wonder, if you have time, can you help you to go to the mountain to make vegetarian food and carry water and wash vegetables. In this way, the Taoist priests can also spare time to concentrate on their practice, which is good for everyone."
Xiaohong's heart skipped a beat. She understood that there was probably no room for rejection behind this seemingly negotiated tone.
On this mountain, after all, I am living under someone else's roof.
She bit her lower lip gently, hesitated for a moment and nodded and responded: "I understand, little Taoist boy, I will tell Brother Xiaoyu."
The little Taoist boy Zhanyan smiled and bowed again: "That's my hard work, sister, you have to worry if you have time." After that, he turned around and ran away briskly.
Xiaohong gently closed the door, leaned her back against it, and looked up at the dark roof.
She knew that from now on, life in Kunlun Mountain would be even more relaxed. Not only should we be cautious, but we should also share more work.
But if this is not the case, what can it be?
Xiaohong hurried to Luo Xiaoyu's door and raised his hand to knock. Luo Xiaoyu opened the door and saw Xiaohong looking anxious, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiaohong relayed the little Taoist boy's words to him. After hearing this, Luo Xiaoyu's face suddenly became gloomy and said hatefully: "Hmph, they really know how to get some needles. Just in the dining hall, they gave us a look. Now they have come up with a way to prevent us from eating white rice and send us to do these rough work." His fists were clenched, his joints turned white, and he was obviously extremely angry.
Seeing this, Xiaohong hurriedly pulled his sleeve and whispered: "Brother Xiaoyu, don't be angry. We are here, so we should do some work. If we pay more, we will feel at ease when we eat in the future. Just treat it to repay the Prime Minister and to continue to stay safe here."
Luo Xiaoyu's breasts fluctuated violently, and she paced back and forth a few steps in the room. After a while, she stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was still full of reluctance, she nodded helplessly: "Okay, Xiaohong, I'll listen to you. I'm just working, so we're not afraid! But if they dare to make things difficult on purpose, I will never forgive them."
Xiaohong nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in her eyes.
"I know, Brother Xiaoyu. Let's do the work first, and then talk about the others later."
Luo Xiaoyu stared at Xiaohong, her eyes full of movement, and she sincerely praised her.
"Xiaohong, you are really kind." After saying that, he couldn't help but grab Xiaohong's hand with a burning look, "It's actually not hard at all here. As long as I can work with you, I feel very at ease and full of happiness."
Xiaohong didn't expect him to be so straightforward, and her cheeks suddenly turned red, like ripe purple eggplant, hot and hot.
She lowered her eyes in panic, her heart was like a deer bumping around. She hurriedly pulled her hands back, and stuttered: "Brother Xiaoyu, you... don't talk nonsense."
His hands were tangled with the corners of his clothes uneasy, and his body turned slightly, trying to hide his shyness.
Luo Xiaoyu then came to her senses, realized her loss of composure, scratched her head, and smiled embarrassedly, "I...I am just the truth, I can't help it."
Xiaohong turned around and returned to the house as if she had escaped, with her pace fast.
The morning light is first dewed, and the soft light shines on the winding mountain paths of Kunlun Mountain.
Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong got up early and prepared to start the day's work.
Luo Xiaoyu walked to the well in the yard, skillfully tied the bucket, turned her head to look at Xiaohong, her eyes full of pain: "Xiaohong, go pick some vegetables. The job of carrying water is too heavy, I can do it."
As he said that, with his hands pressed, he steadily carried the shoulder pole and walked down the mountain with two buckets. Although his steps were a little difficult, he was firm.
Xiaohong nodded slightly, responded to "Okay", and walked towards the vegetable garden.
In the vegetable garden, all kinds of vegetables were tender and tender. She squatted down and carefully selected the mature vegetable leaves with a gentle technique, for fear of hurting them.
After a while, Luo Xiaoyu carried two buckets of water up the mountain, her forehead covered with sweat, and her cheeks flushed red.
After pouring the water into the water tank, he kept chopping the firewood. The axe raised high and fell heavily. With a "click", the firewood cracked in response, and his clothes had already been soaked in sweat.
After Xiaohong finished picking the vegetables, she was busy washing vegetables, washing rice, and preparing to cook.
Although the two were busy, they cooperated with each other. During the period, they occasionally looked at each other and smiled slightly, as if there was a power without words flowing between each other's hearts.
After a busy morning, the meal was finally ready.
The two of them walked towards the kitchen hall with food. On the way, Xiaohong whispered: "Brother Xiaoyu, thank you for your hard work today."
Luo Xiaoyu grinned: "It's not hard work, as long as you are with you, you will be happy to do anything."
On this day, the sun is warm and the breeze blows the plants and trees of Kunlun Mountain.
Luo Xiaoyu was chopping firewood with sweat on her head. The axe in her hand rose and fell, and the firewood cracked with a "crack" sound.
Xiaohong was concentrating on washing vegetables not far away, and the water droplets wet her sleeves.
Not far away, several Taoist priests who were originally responsible for these miscellaneous tasks happened to pass by. Seeing their busy figures, they exchanged tacit glances with each other and quietly flashed into an empty room next to them.
As soon as he entered the house, one of the Taoist priests couldn't help but cover his mouth and laughed: "It's so easy today. With these two free labor, we can save a lot of effort and concentrate on practicing in the future."
"That's right," the other Taoist priest echoed, with a full face full of pride, "I was afraid that they would eat and live for free at the time, but now it's very useful, so I'll wait to enjoy the fruits of it."
Everyone said everything, and they were filled with joy and calculations, as if they had seen the leisurely days ahead.
He didn't notice at all. Not far outside the window, Luo Xiaoyu raised his eyes while chopping wood, and just caught a glimpse of their shaking figures. He paused the axe in his hand, and his eyes instantly became cold.
Chapter completed!