Chapter 39 Song and Dancers

Shen Fan's white clothes Shengxue, his dark hair was tied into a knot by a blue silk hair, his slender and straight eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyebrows were very beautiful. But the fog-like sadness between the eyebrows makes this perfect face more pitiful... Compared with this group of carnival warriors in the tent, he is quiet and calm like the gods of a different space. He couldn't hear the laughter of the warriors, and the dead silence in his mind always made him more concentrate on thinking - perhaps the biggest gain after deafness.

He looked at the old king, who sat there like a bear-like body like a hill. The king's head was lowered, and his white and entangled hair fell down, covering his face, but the vicissitudes of anxiety was still transmitted through the rich fragrance of the big tent. Shen Fanshuang picked up his silver wine glass, walked to the king, and sat down side by side with him. In fact, he sat down cross-legged like the king, but his size reached the king's shoulder.

The king's head was still lowered and did not lift it, but pushed the messy hair covering his face to the back of his head, revealing a desert-like side face - he knew that Shen Fan and both understood other people's words by observing the shape of their mouth. He whispered, "Two sons? Why don't you have a party with them? My son Suzil and Ke like you very much!"

Shen Fanshuang smiled silently, and the expression on his face was extremely touching, just like the dusty woman in the brothel in the city. He said, "Here, both of them are guests, and the king is the master. What's wrong with the host? How can the guest pretend not to know?

The king's eyes were slightly surprised. He turned his head and looked at him, and his dry lips also smiled, but this smile made his scuffed lips burst again, oozing a little blood. The king added and said, "There is nothing unpleasant. There are some things that can only be understood after you stand in that position. When the two sons become the lord of a country or become the emperor of Mengyang, you will naturally understand. It seems dazzling to be in a high position, but how much pressure is there, and that's what spectators can understand?"

Shen Fanshuang still has a noble smile, as if it were the warmest wind in summer. He said, "The king might as well tell Fan Shuang. Fan Shuang thinks he has read thousands of books and understands many things. Maybe it's not sure if it can solve the king's problems..."

"Oh?" The king smiled, reached out to hold the glass on the table, and took a big sip. Well, let's talk about it. Maybe the things in the world are as you southerners say, 'the authorities are fascinated, and the bystanders are clear'."

He finally raised his head and looked at the Chi Nasi warriors who were still singing and dancing wildly with his dark face. His eyes were confused and melancholy: "Do the two sons think that I, the warriors, are stupid and brainless. At this time, I can still laugh wildly and sing and dance? Eating lambs in a big mouthful? It's like ignoring the fall of the sky?"

Shen Fan was stunned and didn't expect it to be such a question. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer it!

The king continued without waiting for his answer, "There are not many times when these flesh and blood can laugh!" Now they are all under the city. They have followed me away from the far north for two months. How many people have died along the way? How many warriors are out of the corpse? How many warriors are dead? Countless! It's almost October. It will take another month to rush back to the far north grassland from the city. It will have to be back in mid-November at the latest. Otherwise, with the white wind, the vast grassland will be white. The strong wind can blow away a cow, and the whole army will be buried by snow. The old women and children who stayed on the grassland will starve to death if they can't catch the food. There has never been a white-haired wind that froze hundreds of thousands of people. I'm afraid that such a wind will be hit by the kings of my generation. At that time, the people will be killed, and our expedition to Mengyang this time is meaningless! The samurai's blood flowed in vain!"

The king's face showed bitterness, "They also know what they will face in the future. Waiting for them may be the enemy's bow and crossbow sword, it may be the battlefield of tragic death, it may be the storm and snow on the way back, or the severe pain of their loved ones when they return to their hometown... Smile, how many of them are sincere? Which of them did not leave the grassland with full concern and splash their blood on the land of Mengyang? Just to get enough food, enough gold, and dream of surviving the cold winter of more than five months in the far north, that's all!"

Shen Fanshuang was silent for a long time, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned together. He thought that Chi Na Siren were uncivilized barbarians and a group of barbarians who crossed swords without saying a word, but he never thought that they were just living and emotional people...

In the hearts of Mengyang people, Chi Na Siren is a demon, a devil who kills without blinking an eye. In the eyes of Chinasi people, Mengyang people are greedy and profiteers who blindly extract gold... The suspicion between the two sides is too deep. The hatred accumulated over hundreds of years can not be made clear by one or two people, nor can it be easily calmed in one or two wars. It is destined to bury the whole generation of Mengyang and Chi Nasi's warriors in the yellow sand to make people realize something. Like Zhuo Ligetu a hundred years ago. Chi Nasi, who relied on more than 40,000 vigorous horses to kill all the way from the north, slaughtered the city, pits and burned them... Nearly one million Mengyang people died tragically, which scared the emperor of Anyang at that time and signed a submission agreement with Chi Nasi. The two ethnic groups only lived relatively peaceful life for decades. But in peace, how many Mengyang people gritted their teeth to revenge and wash away the shame? How many red people want to break through the barrier of Mengyang and let the invincible Mengyang nobles worship under the horseshoe of the wolf clan again?

Generation after generation, endless wolf smoke.

As a Mengyang person, Shen Fan didn't know which side to support? He hoped that Mengyang would be defeated. To be precise, Mengyang of Wanyan's defeat, but when he thought of the fierce battle of the Chi Nasi warriors, he couldn't help sweating for Mengyang... He took a deep breath, and the drunken fragrance of wine penetrated into his abdomen and oozed out of the smallest pores of his body. His whole body seemed to have been soaked in wine.

The king whispered, "I don't understand you Mengyang people. You Mengyang has excellent weapons, countless money, and even the wealth coins of a vassal state. Why aren't you satisfied? Your Mengyang Shenluo Emperor is a good emperor. Why did you princes want to take his son's throne after his death? You have been doing well. Why aren't you satisfied?

Shen Fanshuang also took a sip of wine and said, "Maybe Mengyang is because his life is too rich and there is nothing to worry about. People have so many thoughts to seek the throne, and their ambitions are terrible!" It's a problem for Chi Na Siren to eat and fill his stomach. Naturally, he doesn't have so much energy to take over the world!"

The king didn't say anything, but smiled and watched his warriors dance and sing around the fire and the dancers in light veils. He looked quietly, but the smile on his face was desertish bitter. He suddenly sang loudly: "

The sword points to the crack of Qingshan Mountain,

Horse drinking Yanjiang River is exhausted.

Mingyang with millions of elite soldiers,

The war is not stained with the blood of life.

It turned out to be a war song. The king's bold singing and the samurai's singing and dancing blended. The warriors coincidentally looked at the king, and then danced with the king's rhythm. The muscular body danced around the fire. The lambs roasted on the fire had become seductive golden yellow, and the scene seemed to be sacrificing. Worshiping the gods in heaven is like the rebirth of ancient totems, re-exposing the lofty corners of the head...

"The sword points to the green mountains and mountains are about to crack, and the horse drinks the Yanjiang River is about to be exhausted. Millions of elite soldiers go to Mengyang, and the fighting is not stained with the blood of life..." Shen Fanshuang also sang, and his clear voice was like the echo of the king. This time, he was really infected by the momentum of this group of warriors. Chi Nasi was not as cruel as he thought... They all just wanted to live on the battlefield under the gods. Isn't Mengyang people?

The songs and dances in the tent became more and more grand, and the warriors outside the tent also sang and beat. They freely pulled off the armor that bound them, picked up the whole jar of Baiyue and poured down their throats, and the wine flowed down their chins into their chests regardless. The whole Chinasi army seemed to be crazy... Some warriors took off their helmets and happily shook their braids on their heads; some held * danced wild knives on the grassland; some stood quietly, staring at the northern sky, muttering...

, the white wolf flag on the birch pole at the top of the tent was hunting and fluttering in the wind. The spiritual totem of Chi Nasi showed the unyielding belief of Chi Nasi in a running posture. The white wolf's deep eyes silently stared at the revehesi warriors under him. The wolf's hooves were like stepping on the clouds and chasing the wind, running in the blue sky...

The king smiled, reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "These children are still the same. If there is wine, they will dance, and if there is lamb meat, they will sing happily. Even if they are in a foreign country, they don't care. They know what is waiting for them, but what else can they do besides singing?"

Shen Fanshuang was speechless. In fact, he didn't know what to say at this time! He also often followed his father's army on expeditions, but Shen Guo's fiery horse always felt something less and less courageous than the warriors of Chi Nasi? Less bravery? Or, without the simplest feelings in your heart? He didn't know that he felt that no army could stop this group of happy warriors at this time, although they came from the poor far north, although they only came to plunder gold and food, although they took knives and armor from their ancestors from generation to generation, rusty... But such a group of people have started chaos. The wolf smoke splashed the yellow sand of the battlefield into a beach of country with blood...

The king finally turned his head and looked at Shen Fanshuang. His eyes were as fierce as a wolf, and he could even see the trace of capillaries around his eyes. His deep voice was like a beating bronze skin war drum: "Two sons, please give Shen a major letter. We will start to attack the city the day after tomorrow, that is, October 2. We can't wait any longer. We must return to the far north as soon as possible. If he wants what he wants, get ready as soon as possible. There is another sentence, although it doesn't sound good, but I hope the two sons don't care about it and add it to the letter, that is, I hope that the Lord of Shen will not regard my naked warrior as a ghost and take the benefits of the fisherman by himself... I will leave a power that can destroy a vassal state and don't try to deceive us, otherwise, Shen will come from the mainland version. Disappear on the picture!"

The king stared at Shen Fanshuang with a gloomy and terrible face. Although Shen Fanhan could not hear the coldness in the king's tone. But the meaning of those eyes will never go wrong. He remembered the words when the king tore up the written covenant and only clapped his own high-five: "My warrior's life is not a piece of thin paper!" This king regards his samurai's life as more valuable than anything else. Which emperor can do this?

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, if my father does not abide by the covenant and intends to swallow the benefits alone, I will give up my identity as the son of the State of Shen and follow the king to the far north to be a wizard of Chi Naisi. Even if the king destroys the State of Shen, I will not stop him at all..."

Although Shen Fan can accurately calculate the trajectory of the future, it can be said that a promise is like this. An inadvertent promise is a doomed spiritual photo!