Luo Long's letter was very simple, and he only said: Luoyang is about to be lost, and you should go to Xuchang. However, this statement made Liu Nong sit alone in the room for a whole day.

When the sun rises and the moon sets, Liu Zhonglang stares at the corner of the wall and presses his knees.

The corner of the wall is erected with a wooden man, and the cow horns are buckled on it, and the helmet is more powerful than the fire. On the side of the wooden man is a vertical plan with a built-in pottery jar, and the whole body is white and flawless.

Liu Nong took out a piece of snow gauze from his arms and slowly tied it to the mouth of the can, with a firm and gentle expression.

As soon as a gust of wind came, the snow gauze and the vermilion helmet tassels were lifted, and the trembling slight trembled.

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In the early morning, the sky is about to dawn, and the fog sun is like a newly married woman, blushing half of her face and timidly gazes. The early-fried oriole flapping its wings, wandering on the branches, singing endlessly. A soft ray of sunlight passes through the leaves, leaks into Xiao Heiya's face, and is cut into two halves by her eyelashes.

Xiao Hei blinked his eyes and woke up from the dream. He looked at the coarse cloth tent on the top. He had not come back to his senses for a long time. His eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was still savoring the dream. Shaoqing rubbed his eyes, his eyes lit up, but his cheeks turned red. He felt that the back of his neck was so hot that he couldn't help but hold his face, close his eyes, and shake his head, as if he wanted to shake the absurd and shameless dream, but he threw his hair into a waterfall.

"Squeak!", "Squeak..."

Two little Yiwei were fighting for nuts on the dressing table. If it were the past, Xiao Heiya would have had a little fun with them, but now she felt unbearable. She frowned and stretched out her white little hand, "pop", "pop", "pop", and "pop", and slapped the dressing table. Xiao Yiwei, who was called "Guo Junli", grabbed "Liu Zhonglang" in her palm, pinched it twice, and pinched it out "pop" the nuts in Liu Zhonglang's cheeks. Then, Xiao Heiya tilted her head, bent her fingers and bounced the nuts on the cloth quilt to "Guo Junli".

"Guo Jun official" stared at his eyes the size of a madou and wandered around under the bed with his big fluffy tail. However, he suddenly felt happy from the sky. He immediately held the nuts and screamed, and rushed out of the room.

"Squeak, squeak..."

"Liu Zhonglang" was extremely aggrieved. He curled up and held his big tail on his stomach, covering his pointed face, turning his small eyes, and screamed timidly, as if he was fighting silently.

"Hmph, don't be quibbling!"

Xiao Heiya's thin eyebrows stood up, nodded the head of "Liu Zhonglang", and pointed the little guy into a ball, waved his hand suddenly, and fanned it off the wooden couch. Then, he wanted to turn over and sit up. Suddenly, his brow frowned, "ah", and his body was wet, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and when he saw it, his eyes suddenly shone, and he screamed: "Ah, ah! Blood..."

"Woo... Heiya is going to die..."

"Woo, woo..."

Xiao Heiya was crying, trembling, slowly climbing into the corner of the couch, bent her knees in front of her arms, hugged her shoulders with her back hand, and shrank into a small ball, closing her eyes tightly, just like a injured little white rabbit, she was very scared, but she murmured in her mouth: Blood, so much blood... Xiao Heiya, Xue Wan'er, is going to die, Guo Dianchenxi, Liu Zhonglangxi, Tu Xi Tu Xi, what can I do, oh...

"Squeak, squeak!" "Liu Zhonglang" rushed up the wooden couch, approached carefully along the wrinkled cloth quilt, jumped to her knees, and shouted softly. "Guo Junjian Li" also returned, jumped in through the gap in the window edge, jumped onto the bed, stretched out his two front paws, and stroked her start.

"Woooo..." Looking at the two little things, Xiao Heiya burst into tears and cried even louder, so sad.

"Hei Ya, Hei Ya!"

Xue Gong's wife came from the corridor, holding a wooden plate in her hand, and a hot pottery bowl was placed inside. The fragrance of porridge filled the courtyard. After a closer look, there were two dishes of side dishes inside. The green one was bracken and the white one was asparagus. When she turned around the corner of the corridor, she heard Xiao Heiya's crying and rushed into the room in a few seconds.

"Heiya..." Xue Gong's wife put the wooden pan on the short table, ran towards her daughter, hugged it in her arms, wiped the tears from her daughter's face, and asked, "Heiya, why are my son crying?"

When my mother came, Xiao Heiya felt relieved. She sniffed, raised her little face, trembling with her tears, and said sadly: "Mother, Mother, Heiya, I'm going to die..." As she said that, she saw that her mother was confused and she felt even more sad. She burst into tears with a loud "wow", she opened a corner of the cloth quilt while crying, closed her eyes, pointed at the blood, and cried, "There is so much blood, it's still better than Uncle Chen Wu in the past... Wow, Heiya should not die, Heiya is afraid, Mother, Mother..."

"Ah, uh..."

After a while, Xue Gong's wife blinked her eyes and came to her senses. She hugged Xiao Heiya tightly. She lifted her face up, wiped away the tears, and lit Xiao Heiya's nose, and smiled softly: "Don't be sad, don't be afraid. Until now, my son has grown up, no longer Xiao Heiya, but Xue Wan'er." After saying that, she walked to the bed cabinet next to the couch, bent over and poked out a stack of delicate clothes from inside, shook gently, stroked the soft corner, and smiled: "Wan'er, come on, wear a shirt."

"Mother, will Hei Ya die?"

"Don't be nonsense, my son, don't be afraid, come."

"oh……"

Xiao Heiya wiped her tears, pouted, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Her mother told her that she could wear this beautiful shirt and comb all kinds of beautiful hair buns when she grew up. She had been coveting this for a long time and often secretly caressed her beautiful skirt when no one was around.

After a while, Xiao Heiya turned into Xue Wan'er and knelt in front of the window in a pretty daze. The sunlight kissed her face and brushed the pink and white strapless skirt. Xue Wan'er pulled the strapless scarf hanging on her legs, lowered her head, quietly took a look at the tender chest of snow and smiled softly.

Xuan immediately, her mother combed her hair bun for her, and her hair that had been growing for thirteen years was spiraled behind her head. Half bangs floated on her forehead, and two strands were bent and swollen, hanging to her shoulders, and fondled her pretty face. Then, she took out the hairpin given by Qiao Yousi, and gave her a fine hairpin on the end of her bun. The crimson pearl tassel plum blossom hairpin is more beautiful than the flowers.

My mother hugged her shoulders, kissed her forehead, scraped her crispy little nose, and smiled, "My son, so beautiful."

She is quite beautiful, with a red and plain face, and is more beautiful than before... Xue Wan'er stared at the person in the mirror, smiled sweetly, then looked up at her bright eyes and asked timidly: "Mom, is Hei Ya Ruoqiao's little lady?"

"Um……"

Xue Gong's wife was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently: "Miss Qiao is a beautiful lady, and my son is a gentle and beautiful jade first, and it is not bad for her mother." As she said that, she glanced at the wooden couch and thought to herself: Wan'er's sunflower is coming, her body is deficient and needs to be replenished. Well, early spring has begun, and now the county has been separated, with each ridge, and there are more than ten chickens in the family. You should choose a young egg to simmer. A few days ago, Li'er still hunted a wild deer, so it is better to have it together... (chick eggs, first eggs)

"Woo, woo..."

Just at this moment, the sound of desolate and majestic horns sounded, hovering in the sky, instantly shattering the quiet here. Xue Wan'er's beautiful eyebrows trembled, she stood up, pulled the hem of her skirt and ran out of the yard.

Xue Gong's wife was shocked and chased her to the steps, and waved to her, "Wan'er, today, don't be able to move without any intention, be careful!"

"Mom, Hei Ya will go back."

Xue Wan'er held her skirt and rushed to the stable quickly and pulled out the little red horse. However, the little red horse had grown taller. She flipped several times before she flipped onto the horse's back, pulled over a willow branch, and with a "pop", she pulled the horse's thighs and galloped away.

The little red horse walked out of the alley. When the pedestrians passed by, they all avoided the side and pointed. Sister Xue Rui leaned against the door and laughed sweetly, "Hei Ya, where are you going?"

Xue Wan'er leaned on the horse's back, her whole body was swaying, but she said without looking back: "Hei Ya is going to leave the city!"

"The beautiful little girl will eventually grow up!" Xue Rui wiped her forehead and smiled slightly in front of the morning and sun.

The trumpet sounded and the war came. Xue Wan'er felt her chest beating. Whenever the war came, she would run out of the city, watch Liu Zhonglang lead the army out, and carefully argue his eyebrows. When Uncle Chen Wu died, her eyebrows were dark. She was extremely scared, extremely scared...

"Woo, woo..."

"Drive, drive!"

The delicate voice urged the agile Yanqi horse, and the pink and white butterflies chased the sound of trumpets and flew out of the city. When they reached the giant monument, they stopped the horse's stance, but they saw the endless iron armor, layered up to the peaks, and the sound of uniform traveling was like a shocking wave, which made people breathless. At the end of the arrow, there were white horsemen with black armor and cherry red helmets, which were shocking.

"call……"

Xue Wan'er patted her chest, let out a breath, her eyebrows frown slightly, but she plucked her courage, and rushed down the peak with a clamp of horse's belly. She wanted to see Liu Zhonglang. The little red horse was like an arrow leaving the string, passing through the shadow of the tree, turning the grass floes, like waves rolling back, and passing a gust of lightning. The little red horse was slanted to the front of the team, and pulled the horse on the hillside, and stepped up with a slight force, pedaled up, and looked at it with her eyebrows.

The white cavalry slowly walked in the middle, with a bunch of red cloaks beside each. It was Madam Xun and Sister Kong Zhen, Brother Qu Ping, who was full of eyebrows and eyes, was carrying two sword spears. He was majestic and square-faced and wide-eyed brother of Beigong, and there were Uncle Du Wu, Brother Xu Yi, Bo, and the leader of the army were also there. The brother also followed with his bow. In addition to Liu Yin, the Chief of Liu Jun was in charge of Yuyang and guarding Shangcai. All the generals followed.

Liu Zhonglang came out in full swing and carried: Eagle Yangwei, 5,000 elite cavalry of a hundred flowers, 800 tigers, 500 supravaged soldiers, 800 silence guards, 700 sound guards, and 200 thunder fence guards, totaling eight thousand, of which 5,000 were elite. Only Yanfeng guards and Shufeng guards, as well as 800 light cavalry and Qingzhuo camp guards the city.

The cavalry is the most stature. There are 3,000 white cavalry inside, 200 heavy cavalry, and the remaining 1,800 are light cavalry, wearing leather armor, carrying cavalry bows, tying round shields, holding long swords, and erecting long spears. Now, Shangcai and Yuyang have more than 60,000 civilians, and under the war situation, they can barely support thousands of troops. (There are still merchants who are repairing the cavalry, and all refugees are running safely, so don’t say much! And iron tools, don’t say much!)

"Liu Zhonglang...Huh!"

When he looked straight, the sea of ​​iron armor was shining with cold light like Yu Tao. Xue Wan'er narrowed her eyes and blocked it with her hands, but she suddenly ran into Liu Zhonglang's slanted gaze. She looked at each other and Liu Nong smiled slightly.

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The vast river rolled endlessly, Han Qian stood proudly at the tip of the flying stones by the river, his eyes rolled and waved, and his expression was stronger than iron. Behind him was ten thousand iron troops, and there were a thousand boats ferrying by the river.

As the wind slowly became stronger, the waves roared, and the general who looked like an iron tower slowly looked back, raised half of his thick eyebrows, raised his spear diagonally, and said coldly: "Cross the river and enter Xingyang!"

"promise!"

Everyone responded thunderously.

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"Hock it, hoof it..."

The horses were like dragons, the iron forests were like mountains, and the sound of hooves was like thunder, which shocked the heaven and earth and the universe and shivered. The stone tiger and the peach leopard were riding side by side, and 20,000 troops were leaking out from the river in Hanoi and heading straight to Xingyang.

The leopard's face was covered with scars, as if it was covered with centipedes. It was done by Shi Le in the past. He twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a grim smile: "Shanyu Yuanfu, there are only more than 10,000 guards in Xingyang, and the iron cavalry passed by, and it will be a powder! At that time, attack Li Ju's reinforcements halfway, Luoyang, and you can get it!"

"Don't be careless!"

Shi Hu shook his eyebrows and eyes, looked forward with his eyes empty, and said buzzingly: "Han Qian stationed his army in Chen State, and will definitely be strong with you and me in Xingyang. This man is brave and resourceful and should not be coveted!"

Taobao raised his spear and said ruthlessly: "Hehe, we are not Liu, Liu Yao, Liu Yao is a soft and incompetent person, how can we compete with us?" After a pause, thinking that he was defeated by Han Qian in the past, the centipede jumped around on his face, but he sneered: "Han Qian is afraid that he will not come. There will be no hero in the world, so he will give the name of the prince! If he dares to come, he will definitely teach him to come but never return!"

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Chapter completed!