Chapter 205 Major General Ximen

The beggar sat silently on the horse and followed a stranger like that. She didn't have a clear consciousness in her mind, but she knew that she was going to the barracks on this trip. What is the concept of the barracks? At this time, it is just a similar place name for her.

The reason why she did not resist is that she is close to the verge of death and is powerless; secondly, this stone-cold man should be righteous and right and right.

Isn't it good to lose all the memories and sorrows of a place and live a life that has nothing to do with wind, snow and moon?

Prince Zhao may think that she fled to Yanlan City. No matter what, he can't easily find out her whereabouts.

Along the way, the man had nothing to say to her and took care of her like a wounded and sick person. He is not curious about her gender or her origin, or has nothing to do with him. It seems that saving the dead and helping the wounded, helping the old and the young is his natural duty, and there is no need to ask or know much about it. Everyone in the Guzhu Dynasty is a citizen of this land, like brothers and sisters in his eyes.

In the boundless calm and silence, the beggar recuperated his body and mind and gradually became able to walk. With the poisonous and faint eyes, I can gradually see the surrounding scenery and people clearly.

Occasionally, when she rested at the station, she was like an abandoned kitten, squatting together, holding her face, and quietly looking at the silhouette of the silent man. It is straight, thick and simple, and the skin is rough after the wind and rain, and it is full of the taste of vicissitudes. I always feel that I have seen it somewhere.

She is calm and down-to-earth. Everything is no longer yours, so it doesn't matter whether you get it or lose it.

She, the man, and the kind-hearted soldiers by the river that day have been moving forward for about ten days. Originally, they could gallop day and night at a faster speed, but they secretly considered the endurance of a weak female stream and slowed down their journey.

The beggar has felt that he is too useless several times. In the past, if she had a small and bright image and a fierce nature, how could she be willing to be behind and drag people back? He has been driving the horse with a whip for a long time and is far ahead.

Soldiers are also quiet people. What kind of leader you have, what kind of subordinates you have.

The vines and plants and quilts that can be seen are getting fewer and shorter, and gradually the land and yellow sand are gradually seen.

The beggar was like a child who had never seen the world. He was very excited. On that day, his chest was surging, igniting a poem that had disappeared for a long time. He chanted with his mouth: "The scenery will be different in autumn, and Hengyang geese have gone without paying attention. The sound on all sides rises, and thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun is closed. A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, but Yanran is still out of nothing. Qiangguan was full of frost, and people couldn't get up. The general's white hair and his husband cried.

When I picked up my mind from the artistic conception, I found that the corners of the man's mouth moved. The soldier was already full of tears and cried, "The old general got up five times and loves to sing this word with Hu Ji!"

The beggar was surprised and said, "People who practice martial arts are often rough and heroic, don't know poetry and books, and have no ink on their chest. The old general you mentioned is actually a man with both literature and martial arts?

The soldier looked at the monster and said, "Who doesn't know the reputation of the old general and Major General Ximen? Which is not earth-shaking? Whether it is literary or martial arts on the battlefield, it has never been defeated by people!"

"General Ximen?" The beggar chewed the name in a daze and said to himself, "Who is he? Why do you seem to know each other before? Have I heard or seen it somewhere?

The soldier was anxious, his face turned blue, and he couldn't even say anything: "Are you... your head watering? You don't know... in front of you..."

Before he finished stattering, the man's eyes swept awe-inspiringly and motioned him not to say any more. The soldier stopped talking.

The beggar became more and more curious and asked, "How old is Major General Ximen?" Is it the old general's son or the son of a concubine? What does he look like? Is it like Li Kui and Hua monk Lu Zhishen? Iron fists are like vinegar bowls and pull down weeping willows? There is no marriage match. Which famous lady did you marry?

The soldiers were full of black lines and stunned. The man is still calm, uninterested and indifferent.

The beggar knows that there will be no result if you ask the soldiers. So he turned from the horse's back and his face was facing the man's face. Due to her good skills, she almost fell down when she did this move. Fortunately, the man pulled her lightly, so she barely sat down.

Looking at the horse's back as flat, the beggar and the man sat opposite each other. Between the two, it's just a punch away. The soldier sweated coldly and was stunned.

The beggar began to ask, "I seem to have forgotten something. Where have I heard the name of Major General Ximen?" Where are you going to take me to meet Major General Ximen? Is he easy to get along with? Will he take me in? I see that you are quite good-looking, and you are close friends with Major General Ximen?

The man is still calm.

The beggar's question was so dry that he couldn't get an answer. She was discouraged, tilted her head and pouted, and stopped talking. She was very wronged.

"Give her a few mouthfuls of water to drink." The man finally squeezed out a few words.

"I thought you had congenital aphasia!" The beggar shouted in surprise, "Can I help you heal?"

The soldier hesitated and said, "General Ximen, are you sure you want to give her water to drink?" Aren't you afraid that she will be endless and noisy all the way?

The beggar's eyes widened. Now she finally took care of herself and asked stupidly, "Are you Major General Ximen?"

Then, incredibly, he said to himself, "It turns out that Major General Ximen is a wooden stone man."

"You..." The soldier felt that she was unreasonable and said to Major General Ximen, "She is so open-mouthed and unscrupulous. I don't know if the brothers in the camp are used to it? I'm afraid that she is really dealt with according to military law. A meal a day is not enough to digest!"

The beggar was stunned: "Do you have to be beaten if you talk more?" After a long silence, he said, "I'm just new here and curious. When you are familiar with it, you will naturally not ask again. Only by asking everything clearly in advance can you follow the local customs, better integrate into the life of the barracks, and avoid the pain of skin and flesh. If you are not me, how can you know my strategy? But I don't want you to be so mean that you won't say anything.

The soldier was so angry that he didn't know how to stretch the meat on his face and squeezed it together.

Major General Ximen strangled his horse and jumped down. He threw out a bag of luggage and said to the soldier, "Ok."

The soldier took it quickly, took out a pair of scissors, and said to the beggar, "You also come down."

The beggar grabbed the horse's mane and said, "What are you going to do?" Killing halfway? Save people to the end, send Buddha to..."

Half of it, I felt that this was wrong, as if I had cursed myself. He quickly said, "General Ximen, you think I talk a lot. I won't say it. Why did you let him scare people with a pair of scissors? In the military law of our dynasty, is there anyone who talks too much to be cut off his tongue?

The soldier was petrified in an instant and said with difficulty, "Young General, let me say... There is something wrong with her head..."

The beggar said, "Aren't you going to cut my tongue? Or is there a more extreme...punishment?" She took a breath of cold air and couldn't speak smoothly.

The soldier was so speechless that he couldn't hold the scissors and pointed the tip at himself.

"Do you have to apologize if you can't complete the task, or if you plan to fail because you are recognized?" The beggar hurried to grab the scissors: "Don't be stupid!"

"What kind of logic is she... Is she a crooked detective?" The soldier turned to the major general for help.

"Give her the scissors." General Ximen said with no expression on his face.

The soldier handed the scissors to her in a panic. The beggar took it and asked, "Is this for me to cut myself or him?"

"Girl, don't be like a professional bandit, okay? How can there be so many fights and kills? After entering the barracks, our goal is to unite the foreign bandits. How can we often kill our insiders and damage our own troops? The soldier felt helpless and explained patiently, "Although autumn comes early here, the weather is still very hot. If you don't cut your hair, it's not only inconvenient to wear a military cap, but also very hot... The young general is for your own good.

"Ah?" The beggar suddenly realized: "Why didn't you say it earlier! He didn't say a word and you took out a pair of scissors. How can I know your sign language?

At this time, the mood was greatly relaxed. The beggar grabbed his hair and smiled, "These three thousand troubles have actually grown to the waist. Time flies. If you don't mention it, I forgot that I wanted to cut my hair... It's better to cut it bare..."

The beggar waved his scissors, and a strand of hair on the side of his ear was cut off against his scalp, revealing a white scalp. Major General Ximen coughed: "Just cut it to the shawl."

The beggar said, "Why?"

The soldier smiled and said, "You are a woman. It's not easy to have long hair. Maybe you will return to the Central Plains sometime. The young general is for you to be a woman in the future.

"Do you know that I am from the Central Plains?" The beggar even spit out his tongue and sighed in his eyebrows, "I didn't expect the young general to have such a considerate and humane side!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Major General Ximen didn't expect her to praise so much. He put down this sentence and went away. The strong and upright posture made the beggar couldn't help but imagine the scene of him pulling the bow and shooting the eagle.

With the persuasion and help of the soldiers, the beggar did not shaved into a nun's bald head. Tie the remaining shoulder-length hair into a small bun, put on a military cap and military uniform. The self-portrait in the water is really a heroic image of a charging soldier, but it's a pity that he is too beautiful and weak.

Maybe, in a few years, she will wash away her femininity and be reborn like the rough men here.