"You should know what happened next. Prince Jing was defeated, and I was convicted of treason and sentenced to death in prison." Mr. Ban's voice kept saying: "At that time, I felt more at ease. At my age, no matter what I was doing,
What, in the final analysis, there are two words that cannot be avoided: waiting to die. I can't help but be busy outside, but I am really free in prison... Hey, I felt pretty good during those days in prison, and my meals tasted sweeter than before.
Already."
"Unexpectedly, Xiao Gu rescued me again." As people get older, they will inevitably nag. Mr. Ban temporarily turned the topic to Gu Zhaojun: "He is also quite interesting. I thought
He is a profiteer and is ruthless in doing things. But deep down, he cannot let go of his sense of loyalty and always wants to repay his kindness. It is because of this that he cannot change his temper and makes him take things astray. He must help the Fu family.
He ran all the way and lost a lot of his family fortune in his hands; but it was also because of this that he was defeated but not dead. There were many people following him and many people willing to help him."
"I helped him before, and then he took a risk to save me. He did it to have a clear conscience, but did I use him to have a clear conscience? Did he think he was helping me? If it hadn't been for him, I would have died long ago in the South.
Li. No matter how much the imperial court hates me, the most it can do is crush my bones into ashes and bury me casually. They can't just throw my body to another country, right?"
The old man in his nineties has seen through the favor and disgrace in the world, and has long ago not cared about life and death. He only wishes for the last bit to leave his bones in his homeland.
"Gu Zhaojun rescued me from the prison... This matter is a bit annoying. I originally wanted to die in Nanli, but he was so kind. It would be unreasonable for me not to appreciate it. After thinking about it, I don't care. My friends
After one scene, I just followed his arrangement and treated him as a comfort, which was considered worthy of him."
People came to rescue him, but Mr. Ban still thought it was his boss's grievance. If such words were heard in Gu Zhaojun's ears, I don't know what it would be like, but the old man is not being pretentious. What else can he be pretentious about at his age?
What? What he said to Xie Zizhao was just his true thoughts in his heart.
"Gu Zhaojun said that he wanted to send me to Dayan for retirement," Lord Ban shook his head and smiled: "I can't be buried in Nanli, but I will never go to Yan and Tubo.
You have been busy dealing with them all your life to protect Nanli, and when you are about to die, you go to Yan to take care of yourself? This is too big a joke, it won't work." During the Mid-Autumn Rebellion, the class master did not know that Yan was behind this incident.
country to participate, otherwise he would not support King Jing.
"Later, Gu Zhaojun and Song Yang discussed a compromise and wanted to send me to the Uighurs. This is okay. I have a good impression of the Uighurs. I heard that dying in the desert will feel very warm."
, Mr. Ban sighed slowly: "I'll be like this for the rest of my life. There's nothing I can't let go of. But if I have a chance to do something again, I will still do it."
The old man went to talk about Song Yang again: "Shanxi Man has a very good relationship with Chang Chunhou. With him sandwiched between the barbarians and Han people, the barbarians feel more at ease. The Great Uighur Khan and Song Yang are sworn brothers. As long as Song Yang is still there,
When Tubo wants to harm Nanli, it must first think about the Uighurs behind them; Song Yang has a personal enmity with Dayan, and he is the leader of the Dayan rebels. Not only you Xiemen lackeys, I heard that Tan Guide owes him
God is so kind, it is Nan Li's blessing to have such a person who is holding Dayan back all the time."
After a long discussion, Master Ban finally changed the subject and returned to the topic: "Yesterday you asked me why I kowtow to plead for Song Yang, and just now you asked me why I care about Chang Chunhou. The reason couldn't be simpler.
With Song Yang here, the country of Nanli will be safer and the people of Nanli will be happier."
Mr. Ban finally explained everything he wanted to say clearly. He only cared about Song Yang because Song Yang was useful to Nanli... For this reason, he even kowtowed to the barbarian King Sha to beg for mercy despite his age.
Everyone has their own "obsession", Gu Zhaojun is very particular about repaying kindness, Luo Guanwei is the most important teacher, Porcelain Doll must take revenge, Yan Ding only cares about his son, and Master Ban's obsession is "Nan Li"
', everyone insists on completely different things, but the 'persistence' is generally the same.
Porcelain doll thought she understood, and nodded slowly: "You hate Song Yang, but you still hope for his safety for Nan Li."
Unexpectedly, Mr. Ben shook his head again and said with a smile: "The second half of the sentence is on point, but the first half is irrelevant. He is not my life-long enemy, but he played against me by chance when I was about to die.
, it doesn’t matter whether you win or lose, let alone any hatred, besides, isn’t Nanli University doing very well now?”
Xie Zizhuo also smiled: "I have always looked down on you before...I'm not looking down on you, but I didn't expect to look down on you like this."
Mr. Ben didn't care much about the nondescript compliments. He didn't sleep well last night and talked too much just now. He was a little weak at the moment and was too lazy to speak. He half-lyed and half-leaned on the cart and began to take a nap.
The porcelain doll, whose body was not much stronger than that of the old man, was not tired at all. She was extremely excited and had no intention of resting. She didn't even want to be bored in the cart. She jumped off the cart and walked with the team, listening to the sand people.
The song is blowing in the autumn wind of the wilderness, and the delicate face is full of smiles. I just hope that time will pass faster and faster, and the sun will set in the west and it will get dark.
After walking for a while, it gradually reached noon. Something seemed to have happened, and the team stopped there. Soon news came from the front, and the faces of the sand people showed a sad look. Soon, a low tone sounded from everyone's mouth, counting
The voices of thousands of people gathered together and resounded throughout the world. Mr. Ban was also woken up and got out of the car with a look of impatientness. After asking the sand people around him, he found out that everyone was singing an elegy, and the Samp priest returned suddenly from a serious illness.
Beside the gods.
Mr. Ben sneered and said nothing. After the singing ended, he climbed back into the car and continued to sleep.
After the sacrifices were buried in front of them, the team set off again. However, before taking two steps, another sand citizen discovered something and pointed to the northwest. Everyone followed his finger and looked far away. The porcelain doll also stood on tiptoes and followed everyone's efforts.
Looking around.
There was nothing in the distance to the northwest, and the porcelain doll couldn't find anything even with sore eyes. The only strange thing was that the sky in the northwest looked a little hazy, not as clear and blue as the sky above everyone.
However, the Sand people felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Soon the King of Sand's order spread throughout the clan, and the brigade stopped advancing again. All the young and strong members of the clan took out their weapons and formed a team under the command of the elders to prepare to meet the enemy. There was also a group of tough white men.
Yin got on his horse, divided into several small groups and galloped northwest to investigate the situation.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Those who could not fight among the sand people did not need to be taken care of by their fellow citizens. The old took the young, the weak supported the sick, and spontaneously retreated and gathered together. Mr. Ban was awakened again and got out of the car.
When he found Xie Zizuo, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter? Are you going to fight?"
Xie Zizhuo didn't know what happened, but he just pointed to the northwest with his hand: "The sand people noticed something strange in the sky, but I couldn't see anything."
"The flying sand and dust may be caused by the rapid march of the army." The sky in the northwest was dim and yellow. Mr. Ban could see the reason at a glance. His knowledge was far beyond Xie Zizuo's.
Sure enough, after a while, the dust in the distance became more and more obvious, and at the same time there was a low rumble. Mr. Ban's eyebrows jumped slightly: "The sound of horse hooves, are they cavalry, dogs, soldiers, and wolves?" After saying this, he frowned again.
He lowered his eyebrows and asked, "Why did the wolf soldiers come from the northwest?"
This is the northern wilderness of the grassland, similar to the Shiwan Wilderness south of Nanli. There should not be large groups of wolf soldiers stationed. If it is dog soldiers and cavalry, they should pursue them from the east or south.
No one could answer Mr. Ban's question, and everyone was in preparation. The Sand King also put on simple leather armor and led his team to prepare for battle. The Baiyin warriors had their swords out of their sheaths and looked grim. Some young people who could not hold back their composure could not help but bow their bows.
He stood up and got ready to charge, even though the enemy was still far from his sight.
The sound of hoofbeats got closer and closer, gradually turning into loud thunder, mixed with the sky-high dust and rumbling echoes. However, the porcelain doll had questions again, pointed to the Baiyin warriors arrayed in front, and asked Master Ban softly: "Why are you missing?"
Are they offering sacrifices and casting spells to summon black sand storms to meet the enemy?"
The sand people can summon black sand storms. This magic is unrivaled in the world. There is no opponent in the wilderness, so why be so nervous.
Lord Ban was not polite at all. He gave Xie Zizhao a sideways glance and responded coldly: "I'm not a barbarian priest. Don't ask me..." Before he could finish speaking, a group of knights suddenly came into view.
The Tanma who went out came back.
It was obvious that Tan Ma had discovered something. There was no panic or nervousness on his face. On the contrary, they all looked happy. Although the sand people were united, they had no military qualities at all. After Tan Ma returned to the team, he did not go to the Sand King to report the situation. Everyone just looked like that.
Roaring loudly, he informed the entire clan of the situation discussed earlier.
Then there was only a cheer of "boom", and all the sand people showed ecstatic expressions on their faces, and in an instant they became a mess. The porcelain doll blinked and turned to look at Master Ban: "What's the situation?"
Mr. Ben's Shamin language was loose and he replied: "It's too serious if you didn't hear it. I only heard the word "sheep"."
The porcelain doll had something in mind, and she would turn to 'that person' as soon as she got close to him. She was slightly surprised when she heard this: "What Yang? Is it Song Yang?"
Master Ban laughed angrily at her: "There is no Song Dynasty, there are only sheep!" At this time, Xie Zizhao also felt that his question was ridiculous, and couldn't help laughing, as if the porcelain doll that had been peaceful for thousands of years was too abnormal recently.
Now, with the words "He came, left, and came back again", she also cried, laughed, and was inadvertently lively and alive.
Soon Mr. Ban asked others about the situation. Of course, what was running in the distance was not an enemy, but a large group of yellow sheep.
The yellow sheep on the grassland have migratory habits. They not only avoid the cold and seek warmth, but also move around in pursuit of water and grass. Most of them usually live in scattered places, but every autumn, various small groups will gradually join the team from all directions, and finally converge into a tide, with a few and a few.
There were more than a thousand, tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of people, running all the way from the north to the south. The movement was no less than that of a large army passing through the border. It is no wonder that the sand people thought they had encountered a strong enemy at first.
The yellow sheep has delicious meat, a dull temper, and no special abilities. The key to survival is one word: run. This kind of beast can and loves to run, and its favorite thing to do is also one word: super. In places with abundant water and grass, you can often see a few of them.
A yellow sheep lost its temper for no reason and rushed past the horses... But they ran really fast. There has long been a saying on the grassland that "the sheep are running around, and the horses are sweating".
Yellow sheep often migrate, but because they have to avoid the cold and chase fat water plants, their routes often change and are elusive. Meeting them head-on is certainly good luck, especially for the sand people who regard eating meat as a luxury. I heard that
How could we not be overjoyed at this great news? Following the King of Sand's order, the whole clan immediately got busy. The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled still stayed away from each other. At the same time, the vehicles were towed to make way for the yellow sheep. Those beasts were not very smart.
, if you really want to rush into the car formation, you can't save anything at that time. No matter how greedy the sand people are, they can't abandon their possessions just because of a few meals of meat. The young and strong people have their own division of labor, making various preparations for catching sheep, and are busy
It was so lively and joyful that Xie Zizhuo was also affected by it. Watching from the side, his eyes were full of excitement, as if he wished he could catch sheep together later.
Lord Ban looked on from the side: "What, if Song Yang is not dead, don't you hate the sand people anymore and no longer want to bury them all together?"
"Qishang Pasha still died in their hands, and there were other people who were very kind to me when we were enfeoffed. This revenge still needs to be avenged, but it doesn't have to be as serious as the whole family being buried with it. Only the first offender will be asked. From now on
We owe each other nothing." The porcelain doll was still smiling, but her tone of voice was surprisingly calm.
As he spoke, the ground began to roar and tremble, and a large group of yellow sheep came into view and swarmed towards them. The scene was spectacular. It was really like a torrent. No one could roughly count their number, but judging from their size, they were definitely more than a few thousand.
head.
…
The good luck of the sand people today can no longer be described as a 'good harvest', it is simply a windfall given by God.
From just after noon to nearly dusk, it took almost an afternoon for a large group of yellow sheep to cross the border. During this time, the sand people used all kinds of methods. The adults shouted and shouted, and the children screamed and jumped. When the yellow sheep were gone, they were gone.
After the harvest was cleared and the harvest was counted, everyone was so happy that they couldn't even stand.
After the hunting was over, the whole clan, old and young, all looked at the Sand King, their eyes full of longing. The Sand King laughed and waved his big hand, and gave an order in a wild voice: Stop the team and eat meat. You can eat as much as you can today.
We will continue to eat the rest tomorrow, don’t keep it or raise it, we will count it when we finish it, and we will eat up all the sheep caught today before we set off!
After the order was passed, cheers erupted, and how many meals of yellow mutton were eaten? This is a life only a god can live.
It's not that the sand king can't live, the main reason is that this kind of wild yellow sheep cannot be kept in captivity. Ordinary wooden fences can't stop them from scurrying lightly, so they can only be trapped in ropes, but in that case, the yellow sheep will not be able to live in captivity.
They struggled desperately to eat and drink, but they couldn't live for three or five days. They couldn't go on the road with them, and throwing them away made the sand people even more reluctant to tear out their hearts and flesh. Let's just eat them now.
Everyone in Baiyin was full of joy. At this time, most of the young and strong people had little energy, so they were only responsible for killing, skinning, and cleaning the sheep. The old and weak members of the clan were responsible for all other tasks, and they could only hide in the car during those trips.
, the girls who were not allowed to come out easily also covered their veils and ran out to help, camped around the area, washed pots and lit fires, and the vast wasteland was full of joy and excitement.
Mr. Ban noticed one detail. From the time when he was preparing to catch sheep until now, most of the sand people were busy, even the sand kings were involved. However, some individuals stood by and watched from beginning to end. Without exception, they were all tough young men.
Just by looking at their bodies, you can tell that they are all healthy members of the clan. Although their faces are also filled with joy, their eyes are always quiet.
These people were in small groups, mixed in with the busy people of the same clan, and it was hard to tell how many there were. The sand people have always been united and modest, and there was no concept of "idleness" in their hearts. Mr. Ban was captured by the sand people.
In a while, I have never seen a strong young man standing by and watching other tribesmen working.
Mr. Ban seemed to have thought of something, and turned to ask the porcelain doll beside him: "Why did Song Yang find you tonight?"
Unexpectedly, the porcelain doll was stunned when he heard this, and murmured: "Yes, how did he find me."
She was in a state of excitement when she first saw Song Yang last night, and she woke up with the old man to cause trouble. In her desperation, she told him to come back tonight, but she didn't decide what signs or codes to use. You must know that the sand people are on the move, and everyone's residence changes every day.
Change... The porcelain doll was just happy today and didn't think about it at all.
Just when the porcelain doll was thinking about how to guide Song Yang tonight, Mr. Ban suddenly said: "It's better not to decide." Then he explained clearly to Xie Zizuo the anomalies he had discovered.
The porcelain doll pondered for a moment and then came to an understanding: "These people...the king of sand arranged them down to recharge their batteries and prepare to capture Song Yang at night?"
Throughout the whole day, Xie Zizhuo was stunned by the great news that 'he is still alive', and his mind was still not in order. Now he calmed down and his mind became clear again, and he continued: "I didn't see you tonight.
People, let’s continue tomorrow night… King Sha asked the team to pause, maybe he also wanted to solve this problem before going on the road.”
Song Yang is a warning sign of divine punishment, which is directly related to whether the word "Bai Yin" can continue to exist in the world. It is self-evident that King Sha attaches great importance to Song Yang, and the most permanent way is to get rid of this person.
Samp was already dead during the day, and if Song Yang was killed at night, the remaining insiders would be the core of Baiyin, so they would naturally not leak the secret, and the matter of the 'resurrection of the dead' would be truly concealed.
"Shamin looks quite honest, and it turns out he knows how to kill people and silence them. Let's not talk about them for now. Let's think about how to inform Song Yang at night so that he doesn't come to take risks..." Before he finished speaking, the old man shook his head.
, tell Song Yang not to come? It’s easy to say six words, but it’s not easy to do it really.
Sure enough, the porcelain doll shrugged her shoulders: "There is no way." After saying that, she thought quietly for a while, and then added: "It doesn't matter."
Master Ban asked: "It doesn't matter? Have you thought of any good ideas?"
"There's nothing we can do, but..." Porcelain Doll answered matter-of-factly: "If you want to harm Song Yang, just them? It's far from it. So it doesn't matter, I'm not worried."
This kind of words can't be dealt with by Mr. Ban. The old man said in a cold tone: "What are you talking about?"
The porcelain doll smiled. She didn't know where she got the confidence, but she just felt that there was nothing to worry about. Song Yang was so magical that he could come back to life even after death. How could he be hurt by the barbarian's arrangements?