The soldiers went back to rest in twos and threes. Liu Ruyan shook off the tiny petals on her clothes and called to her friends: "Let's go, it's time for us to go back."
Dong Qingxian drank the last few sips of osmanthus nectar and walked with everyone to the camp.
Bai Zhi straightened the wrinkles on her clothes and was about to return to the camp when she found Shen Yanchu still sitting there.
"It's late at night, why doesn't Brother Shen leave?"
"You can go back, I will sit down for a while before leaving."
"Okay-" Bai Zhi nodded.
The bonfire crackled, and a few sparks popped out from time to time. Shen Yanchu looked at it in silence...
Just now, Liu Ruyan suddenly asked him: "What do you think this flower looks like?"
"Like snow."
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, like wine."
At that time, he saw her seven emotions, mottled and rich, mixed with sorrow and joy, mixed with love and hate. He had never seen such emotions on other people's faces, and it was not surprising that his heart, which had been silent for a long time, would be filled with grief.
Heartstrings resonate.
His handsome eyes glanced at the branches, where clusters of silver osmanthus were blooming, just like the frost and snow in his memory.
With a tap of his toes, he landed gracefully in the tree, broke off a bunch of sweet-scented osmanthus branches, put them into the handkerchief and put them away...
In the next few days, Xie Feng re-formulated a battle plan based on the Battle of Hezhou, and specially released the news that the Song army would go eastward along the He River and directly attack Prince Xing's Mansion.
Its purpose was to leak out the "fake military information" so as to mobilize the Southern Han army to go westward, and then they would take advantage of it to seize Shaozhou.
Now that he was sure that there was a masterpiece from the Southern Han Dynasty in the army, he wanted to use the other party's hands to counterattack and succeed.
In order to ensure nothing was missed, Xie Feng dispatched several more detective horses to secretly pay attention to the movements of the Southern Han Army.
In the past few days, the Song army remained stationary.
Liu Ruyan, as a soldier and scout, has not received any missions recently.
Dong Qingxian and her hit it off immediately and ran to wander in the mountains.
It only took six hours between sunrise and sunset, but the two of them climbed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain and back to the foot of the mountain, poking honeycombs, digging out bird eggs, picking chestnuts, fishing in the water, and fishing for shrimps.
As the sun sets in the west, colorful clouds spread out for thousands of miles, and everyone carries a basket full of mountain goods down the mountain.
Dong Qingxian was in a particularly smooth mood today. He broke off a bamboo leaf and held it gently between his lips. The music was melodious and cheerful, accompanied by the cries of tired birds returning to their nests.
Liu Ruyan glanced sideways at him, this kid is really easy to satisfy.
Returning to the tent where they were temporarily staying, Liu Ruyan opened the curtain and walked in. She saw Shen Yanchu with his back to her, hastily putting something away.
Today is the amnesia version of the devil online. In order to prevent memory gaps, he carries a manual with him and records some important things in it.
Ye Xun called this booklet - memorandum.
Not knowing what he was busy with recently, Liu Ruyan suppressed her curiosity, pretended not to care, took down the bamboo basket, and packed up the mountain goods inside.
She and Dong Qingxian divided the stolen goods. She took away a basket of wild fruits, while Dong Qingxian poured the honey into a jar and filled it.
The two of them gained a lot, smiling like a fox that got the chicken. Shen Yanchu's face gradually turned cold as he watched, and suddenly asked her: "Are you going up the mountain tomorrow?"
Liu Ruyan subconsciously replied: "I'm not going."
"That's just right." He seemed relieved, "Teach me how to drink water tomorrow."
Fu Shui?
The arrogant demon Fu Shui?
Liu Ruyan glanced at the booklet in his hand. Maybe the devil 1.0 couldn't bear to beg her, so he wrote it on paper and asked this version 2.0 to come forward?
But it is possible...
"Okay, come with me to the waterside tomorrow morning. Remember to put on your tung oil shoes."
On the appointed day, Shen Yanchu came to the riverside early in the morning to wait for her.
"Are you ready to go into the water?" he asked the person walking across from him.
Liu Ruyan looked at the sun on the horizon, "Wait a little longer, wait until the sun is brighter and the river is not so cold before going into the water."
"Okay, as you say." He replied softly.
Liu Ruyan couldn't help but frown. He had never been polite to anyone before, and it made her a little uncomfortable for a while.
She turned her face away and continued: "Before you go into the water, I will teach you a few swimming techniques, but the most important thing is to overcome the fear in your heart."
She shared some experiences one after another, and demonstrated the water swimming movements herself, and finally let him swim in the water until he reached a shallow beach.
Liu Ruyan followed closely behind him, "Try to squat down and see if you can dive to the bottom of the river."
The water surface was only waist high, so Shen Yanchu held his breath and plunged into the water.
The water of the river is crystal clear, with dark green water plants curling up and small silver fish swimming among them.
After half a stick of incense, he emerged from the water, but shook his head and said: "I don't feel afraid of water. It seems that I have to go to deep water and try again."
"Okay, you swim over with me." After Liu Ruyan finished speaking, she made a beautiful leap and swam out quickly.
Shen Yanchu then got into the water, and he tried to paddle his limbs. His movements were unfamiliar at first and then became more and more proficient. The two of them swam to the middle of the water one after the other.
The water is getting deeper and deeper, and the bottom of the river bed is getting darker and darker.
Shen Yanchu suddenly paused there, as if he had been frozen, his whole body floating in the empty water, and various scenes flashed before his eyes.
Like a faded picture scroll.
It was like a nightmare coming back to him in the middle of the night, a terrible nightmare that tortured him and trapped him over and over again.
Red window, white silk, peacock embroidered shoes.
A thin and long shadow hangs quietly on the beam, spinning gently, like a swaying flower bone.
"Hua Guduo" was twisted to the extreme by Bai Ling, and his head fell to the ground. He rolled back and forth several times, and rolled all the way to his feet, revealing his face hidden by black hair.
The face smiled at him.
"Swallow, Yan, fly up to the sky, the daughter of the sky spreads a white felt, and there are thousands of coins on the felt."
"Sheep, sheep, eat weeds. If they don't eat weeds, they are far away from my road. But they are not far away."
"Taernao——"
After singing the nursery rhyme, the head suddenly exploded, splattering blood all over him.
Shen Yanchu raised his hand tremblingly and saw that his fingertips were stained with blood. No matter how he wiped it, he couldn't wipe it clean.
His eyes were filled with blood, and the color was crimson and bright, like the vermilion paint they had just painted on the Dali Palace;
Like a birthday banquet, the guests have glasses of wine rippling endlessly;
More like the lights that night!
The Dali Imperial Palace is magnificent.
Shen Yanchu, who was only seven years old, looked at his father sitting in the main hall and said loudly: "My son believes that the best way to resist the surrounding countries and to rely on the Central Plains is to drink poison to quench thirst. For example, in the old days, Nanzhao surrendered to the Tang Dynasty and unified the country. Although they gained temporary benefits by conquering the tribes of Liuzhao, the alliance later collapsed and the war with the Tang Dynasty continued, so that the national strength was depleted, and there was even a situation where men under the age of fifteen were recruited as soldiers and women farmed for the men."
"A country that has declined like this cannot escape the fate of annihilation. More than 800 members of the Nanzhao royal family were massacred by the Tang people, and their blood flowed everywhere!"
"My son mourns his misfortune, and privately believes that the way to govern a country is to strengthen the country first. Only then can the country be peaceful and the people can be stable. Only when the country is strong can it defend itself against foreign enemies!"
The boy stood proudly, his brows even more high-spirited: "I should take history as a lesson and the Nanzhao Kingdom as a lesson, and don't make the same mistakes again. The boy believes that rejuvenating the country internally and maintaining stability externally, therefore, we cannot rely on what Prime Minister Gao said.
Relying on Zhongyuan to resist Tibet, once the alliance collapses, we, Dali, will inevitably be attacked from both sides. A strong country and strong troops are the foundation."