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Chapter 346 A Hujia song

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    "The banners of the Han family are all over the Yin Mountains, and they don't send horses to return them."

    If I wish to serve my country with such a long life, there is no need to be born in Gaoque Pass.

    In October, the outside of the Great Wall was already full of raging wind and sand, and the cold wind that drove straight in blew away the last trace of heat. Although it was not as bitter and cold as "Hutian, snow will fall in August", it was already the beginning of winter.

    Last night, the north wind blew all night, and the temperature dropped sharply. When everyone went out of their tents the next morning, they found that the remaining grass roots in the wasteland were covered with white frost.

    It was still late June when the Sui army came. The weather was extremely hot and everyone was wearing only their single clothes. No one expected that the battle would take so long.  But now that several months have passed and the war has just ended, many soldiers who are intolerant of the severe cold are hugging the captured cattle and sheepskin clothing and leaning against the fire to keep warm.

    The war has progressed to this extent, and it is time for the army to return to the court.

    Regarding matters after the war, Huang Mingyuan was not an important figure to begin with, so he resigned from his position as commander and returned to his headquarters.  Ou Yan was responsible for military affairs, but he took care of them without any omissions.  Huang Mingyuan also wanted to train Ou Yan, so he let Ou Yan do what he did and stopped intervening in military affairs.

    Therefore, when the army was victorious and everyone was fighting for success, Huang Mingyuan was extremely leisurely.

    Climbing the championship Houshan again is completely different from the quick glance before the battle.  This mountain in Saibei, which was originally named after Huo Qubing, is destined to be written with Huang Mingyuan's glory.

    Champion Houshan is not a famous mountain or river, but its shape is not weaker than the Central Plains Mountains.  Compared with the dangerous and beautiful scenery of the Central Plains Mountains, Champion Houshan is more of a vicissitudes of life that has been eroded by wind and sand.

    Whether the mountains are steep or flat, they are filled with loess, boulders, and very sparse vegetation.

    Standing on the shore of Hwangmi'e River and looking southward, Champion Houshan's appearance seems ordinary.  But only when you stand on the top of the mountain in Champion, overlooking the endless sand and grassland, and looking at the endless sky and clouds, can you feel the majesty and majesty of the grassland.

    There are not many valleys and gorges here, and there are not many cultural monuments. In fact, what we have is only a stubbornness after the vicissitudes of life.  Climbing to the top of the mountain, you suddenly feel that the sky is high and the sea is vast. Under the dome, the sky is high and the sea is vast.  Looking far into the distance: the meandering Mi'e River is like a ribbon, drifting away; Mi'e Lake is like an emerald, looming; and on both sides of the Mi'e River, the unclear color of withered yellow grass is so charming.

    Huang Mingyuan asked his guards to stay behind and stood alone on the top of the mountain for a long time.  Seeing that the sky was getting late, the stars in the distance were swaying a little, looking unusually quiet in the half-dark sky.  The dim glow is reflected on the Mi'e River. The reflection is sparse and sparkling, intertwined with the sky, water, mountains and wind and sand, which is even more reassuring.

    Since he left for the expedition that day, Huang Mingyuan has had various worries on his mind, one after another. He had been very impetuous for a long time. At this time, seeing the feng shui and fire in this place, he finally calmed down.

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    Huang Mingyuan took out an exquisite jade bamboo flute from his arms and started to play it gently.  The sound of the Hujia sound was long and continuous, low and sad. The sound dispersed in all directions with the wind, and was carried far and wide by the wind.

    In his previous life, Huang Mingyuan liked Hujia very much, and he even devoted himself to learning how to play it in this life.  When the tune was first formed, Huang Mingyuan stood on the bank of the Yangtze River and played a tune, which made Yang Zhao and Yang Qing'er burst into tears.  And this Hujia was also given by Yang Qing'er when Huang Mingyuan became an official at the age of thirteen.  The sound of Hujia is still there, but the beauty of the past is nowhere to be found.

    Don¡¯t you hear the saddest sound of Hujia?  A man with a purple beard and green eyes blows.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The song is still playing, and I am worried about killing the people who are garrisoning the Great Wall.

    In the cold autumn and August of Lingwu Dao, the north wind blows off the vast sea of ??grass.

    The moon is setting in the north of Helan Mountain, and the barbarian people are blowing bamboo pipes to the moon.

    ??The clouds from Yinshan Mountain looking at Langshan Mountain have blown away so many heartbroken people.

    There are so many sorrowful dreams every night in the border town. Who likes to hear the moon-shaped hats?

    As he blew, the tears in Huang Mingyuan's eyes flowed out, drop by drop, falling into the windy sand.

    After so many years, it seems that he has long forgotten the mountains and clouds in his hometown, as well as his relatives in his previous life. Huang Mingyuan thought that he had given up missing the past.  Here are brothers who share life and death, confidants who cherish each other, and the prosperity of the most powerful era, and there was nothing worth remembering in the past.

    It¡¯s the 180-square-meter house, the work that goes from young to old day after day, or the bizarre society.  Huang Mingyuan didn't know either, but now, he seemed to be homesick.

    "The geese are marching to the south to send out side sounds, and the geese are returning to the north to get the Chinese sound. The geese are flying high and are hard to find, and the hearts are broken and the thoughts are startling"

    Huang Mingyuan turned his head??, saw Lu Zhen standing behind him and looking at him.

    Huang Mingyuan sniffed, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pretended to be nonchalant, turned his head and continued to blow his beard.  Lu Zhen didn't point it out, she just stood behind Huang Mingyuan and silently looked at Huang Mingyuan's back.  After a long time, the song was finished, leaving only the lingering sound still echoing between heaven and earth. Huang Mingyuan closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the notes in the air and giving himself some sustenance.

    Lu Zhen looked at this man like never before.  He is not only an invincible general, but also has a scholarly temperament unique to Huang Mingyuan.

    "Because the sky has eyes, why do you let me wander alone? Because the earth has a spirit, why should I be in the south and north of the sea? If I don't live up to the sky, how can the sky match me? If I don't live up to the gods, why should the gods kill me?  "

    Lu Zhen didn¡¯t know what Huang Mingyuan¡¯s stories were, but he could tell that Huang Mingyuan was homesick. It was the loneliness in his heart that made him long for the warmth of home, but he couldn¡¯t go back to his home.

    ???????????????????????????????? That small bridge and flowing water, that setting sun, that sunrise with flowers over the river, and that beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, have nothing to do with me anymore.  Lu Zhen from Wu County is dead, and now there is only one homeless Lu Zhen left in the world.

    Night has fallen, and the sky is like a huge curtain covering people's heads, blocking the rotation of the sun and moon.  The shadows of that night fell on Huang Mingyuan and Lu Zhen, as calm as water.

    Huang Mingyuan seemed to have cleared away the resentment in his chest, walked to Lu Zhen, took off his cloak and put it on Lu Zhen's body.

    Lu Zhen¡¯s petite body was wrapped in Huang Mingyuan¡¯s cloak, with only her palm-sized face exposed. She followed Huang Mingyuan down the mountain with some joy.

    Approaching the foot of the mountain, the two of them unexpectedly met Pei Ju.

    On this occasion, Huang Mingyuan met his father-in-law with a woman, but he did not feel the slightest embarrassment, but gave a generous salute to Pei Ju.  Lu Zhen then bowed and followed Huang Qing and others to one side.

    "The good-looking son-in-law is in a good mood, and he is very happy playing Hujia on the mountain."

    Huang Mingyuan smiled disapprovingly and said, "I'm afraid my father-in-law may have misunderstood. How many people are happy with those who can play Hujia?"

    The two chatted for a while, walked and chatted before returning to the top of the mountain.  And Lu Zhen looked at Huang Mingyuan's figure at the foot of the mountain, gradually disappearing into the night.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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