Chapter 472: Snowy Night, Old Friend, Tenderness (Please subscribe for the third update)
"Military advisor, Yanmen military report!"
The curtain of the tent was lifted, and Wang Xirang walked in covered with snow.
In the tent, the charcoal fire was burning brightly. The raging flames illuminated the entire tent a fiery red.
The curtain of the tent was opened, and the cold wind blew in with flying snow.
The flames in the brazier swayed violently, and sparks flew up from the burning charcoal. They were scattered outside the brazier like little stars.
At this time, it was late at night outside.
The night wind was like a violent beast, raging across the land. The dry woods gave off a blood-curdling wail.
The sky was completely dark, and heavy snowflakes were falling.
Even though there was a charcoal fire in the tent, it was still very cold.
Lu Heng and Agui sat by the brazier, stretched out their hands, and approached the red charcoal fire in the brazier, enjoying the rare comfort.
Three days ago, the army set off from Taiyuan, non-stop day and night. Now, it is less than a hundred miles away from Yanmen Pass.
In addition, heavy snow fell again tonight, making the road ahead confusing and blocked. In the evening, Lu Heng took a look at the front of the snow-capped mountains in front of him, and simply ordered the extremely tired soldiers to rest where they were. To rest temporarily.
The night is coming to an end, and the soldiers outside are sleeping soundly with their heads in their scabbards.
Lu Heng's eyelids twitched when he saw Wang Xirang walking in with a solemn look on his face.
He stood up, took the sealed military report in one hand, and asked Wang Xirang: "What does it say?"
Wang Xirang opened his mouth, but lowered his head. After shaking it, a look of pain flashed in his eyes.
When Lu Heng saw this, his heart suddenly sank.
No longer hesitating, he unfolded the military report and took a look at it under the blazing firelight.
With just one glance, Lu Heng's whole body suddenly trembled.
"Commander, you..." Wang Xirang saw Lu Heng's face turning pale and his eyes flickering, and his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stepped forward to ask with concern. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple
Lu Heng took a deep breath, raised his head, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "I'm fine!"
However, the hand that was holding the military report and shaking rapidly showed how much pain he felt in his heart at this time.
With his eyes closed, his heart surged like a stormy sea.
The scene of joking and chatting with Wang Wu in the past came to mind again.
That year, that month, that day, the tit-for-tat confrontation with An Peng in Qixia Temple, the scene of life and death protection, is still vivid in my mind.
However, we haven’t seen each other for two years.
But it's just a piece of paper that separates the yin and yang.
Why!
Lu Heng raised his head and closed his eyes. Thinking of Wang Beard's hearty laughter, he felt extremely painful.
"Military advisor, we..."
Wang Xirang secretly raised his sleeves and wiped his wet eyes. He said with a choked voice.
After hearing this, Lu Heng lowered his head, clenched the military report in his hand into a ball, then took a deep breath, his eyes full of coldness. He gave way to Wang Xi: "Go, the army will set off early tomorrow morning. At ten o'clock in the evening
, we must rush to Yanmen Pass!"
Wang Xirang nodded heavily, raised his hands in salute, and replied in a deep voice: "Yes!"
"Go!" Lu Heng waved his hand, turned around, and gave way to Wang Xi calmly.
Behind him, Wang Xirang took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, turned around, lifted up the door curtain, and walked into the whistling cold wind.
After Wang Xirang left, Lu Heng, who couldn't hide his sadness, couldn't help but feel sad. He slowly sat down and opened the military newspaper that was clenched into a ball in his hand again. His eyes were long and his mind was wandering. He didn't know.
Unconsciously, hot tears were shed.
Beside him, Agui saw the large characters in the military newspaper through the blazing firelight.
Yanbei Army reported: Wang Wu was killed in battle!
Aguijin clenched his fists, his whole body trembling, and his face looked extremely ferocious. There was murderous intent in his eyes.
The sound of heavy breathing is like the roar of an ancient ferocious beast, making people feel creepy and frightened.
However, when he saw the young master covering his eyes with hot tears rolling down his face, Agui felt a pain in his heart. He stepped forward and said in a hoarse voice: "Young Master, there is no resurrection after death! You..."
Lu Heng lowered his head and remained silent. He covered his eyes with his right hand and shook his head slightly.
"You go and rest first, I'll be alone for a while!"
Lu Heng raised his hand, waved it and said, the sadness in his tone made Agui feel extremely sad.
Agui looked at the lonely figure of the young master and opened his mouth, with a look on his face but he stopped talking.
After thinking about it, Agui nodded slightly, raised his hands and saluted: "Yes!"
After raising his head and taking a steady look at the young master, Agui hesitated, turned around and walked out of the tent.
The moment he was about to leave the tent, there was a cry behind him that the young master tried his best to suppress.
In an instant, Agui's heart was as sharp as a knife. He raised his head and looked at the vast night sky and the falling snow. Tears streamed down his face.
The flying snow fell in great numbers and fell silently.
In the quiet night, only the rustling sound was made when the snow fell.
Agui stood at the door and struggled several times, wanting to turn around and go back to persuade the young master.
However, after hesitating several times, Agui still held back.
After lifting up his sleeves and wiping the tears from his face, Agui turned his head and glanced at the lit tent not far away, clenched his fists, took big steps, stepped on the snow, and headed towards that
The tent walked over.
There, Ouyang Mochou, who was accompanying the army, seemed to have not yet fallen asleep.
There was silence in the tent.
In the brazier, on the burning charcoal, the red flames swayed in the blowing wind.
Occasionally, scattered sparks flew up, but they were quickly extinguished and disappeared into the sky.
Sitting in front of the fire pot, Lu Heng lowered his head and recalled the scene when Wang Wu once risked his life to save him. He could not hide the sadness in his heart, and his tears fell like rain.
The hoarse cry echoed lowly in the tent, making it painful to hear.
After a while, the tent curtain was lifted.
A tired-looking Ouyang Mochou, wearing a noble and elegant goose-yellow robe like a fairy, stood at the door, looking at the man sitting beside the brazier, crying softly.
Seeing this Man Dazhou man crying with great bitterness, Ouyang Mochou felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. After biting his lip, he slowly walked in.
She walked gently to the brazier, stretched out her hand, and took down the steaming teapot hanging on the charcoal fire. Then she gently poured a cup of tea.
Holding it in both hands, she lightly opened her lips, blew on it, and slowly walked to Lu Heng's side and sat down gracefully.
He handed the tea cup to Lu Heng, with eyes as gentle as water as he looked at the man with tears streaming down his face. He said softly: "People cannot be resurrected after death. You, you are so sad, I'm afraid your subordinates who know better will also feel sorry for you."
You are anxious!"
Lu Heng lowered his head, covered his eyes, and choked, "He saved my life!"
Ouyang Mochou sighed softly, looking at the dancing flames in the brazier with long eyes, stretched out her white jade hand, held the fire stick, picked the flame, threw the wooden stick into the brazier, and clapped her little hands.
Turning around, with a smile in his eyes, he said to Lu Heng: "Then you should avenge him!"
Lu Heng was silent for a moment, then released his hand covering his eyes. He looked firmly at the dancing flames in the brazier. After staring at it for a while, he nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Definitely!"
Beside him, Ouyang Ruolan heard this and looked at Lu Heng with her beautiful eyes for a moment. Then she turned her head and looked at the faint blue flame in the brazier. She smiled sweetly.
The two of them just sat together quietly, not saying anything or doing anything. They just looked at the flames gradually extinguishing in the brazier.
The atmosphere is extremely peaceful.
The night passed unknowingly, and when the sky outside gradually became brighter, Ouyang Mochou, who had been sitting with Lu Heng all night, raised her little hand and patted her red lips, yawned sleepily, and turned her head.
, looked at Lu Heng with a smile and asked, "Is everything okay? I'm going to go back to sleep!"
Seeing Lu Heng smile slightly and nod, Ouyang Mochou held her knees and stood up slowly.
At that moment, Ouyang Mochou, who was over thirty years old, had a graceful and graceful figure under his goose-yellow Taoist robe.
"gone!"
Ouyang Mochou waved her hand and glanced at Lu Heng with a smile, who was still sitting beside the brazier. Then she turned around lightly, like a willow waved by the wind, and walked towards the outside of the tent with light steps.
Just when she was about to reach the door, she heard Lu Heng's hoarse voice calling him from behind: "Wait!"
"Do you have anything else?" Ouyang Mochou stopped, turned around, and looked at Lu Heng with a smile. She asked softly with a smile in her beautiful eyes.
Lu Heng lowered his head, took a deep breath, then raised his head and looked at the door, where Ouyang Mochou looked like a fairy. After smiling, he stood up suddenly, holding his knees. He straightened out his wrinkled clothes.
After putting on his long gown, he strode over.
Lu Heng's steps stopped when he walked directly in front of Ouyang Mochou.
But before Ouyang Mochou could react, Lu Heng smiled, stretched out his arms, hugged the woman's delicate body, and directly pulled the panicked Ouyang Mochou into his arms.
He hugged the woman's delicate body tightly with his arms, rested his chin on Ouyang Mochou's shoulder, and deeply smelled the fragrance of the woman's hair.
At this moment, Lu Heng surprisingly didn't have any evil thoughts in his heart. He just wanted to hold her tightly and feel the only warmth on this battlefield from her body.
After taking a deep breath of the woman's faint fragrance, Lu Heng raised his head and looked at Ouyang Mochou with clear eyes. His voice trembled and he said sincerely: "Thank you!"
After hearing Lu Heng's sincere words of thanks, Ouyang Mochou, who was being held by him, slowly loosened his clenched fists. He reached out and patted Lu Heng's back gently, smiled sweetly, shook his head and said:
"You're welcome!"
The cold wind blew through with snowflakes, and a corner of the tent was blown up.
Faintly visible, a man and a woman hug each other tightly. In this cold winter, they give each other warmth in their hearts.