After the ceremonies were separated, Luo Zhaoyun sat alone in the tent. With the help of alcohol, he spread out the ink paper and inkstone, wrote a few poems to relieve the smell of alcohol in his heart.

"The tower of the hundred-foot west of the beacon city, sit alone in the sea breeze at dusk. The moon in Qiang Diguan Mountains is blowing, and there is no sorrow for the golden boudoir for thousands of miles."

Luo Zhaoyun paused, wrote twice, and then changed his poems and essays:

"The desert is covered with dust and sunset, and the red flag is half rolled out of the gate. The front army fought in Taohebei at night and has reported to capture Tuyuhun alive."

Then he continued to write: "The pipa dances and changes the sound of a new one, always the old love between the mountains and the mountains. I can't hear the sorrows of the side, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall."

Several poems in the frontier are all works by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty. They express their feelings directly, desolate and majestic, with the feeling of a cold moon shining on the iron clothes.

After practicing the word "微" and the alcohol was dissipated a lot. He walked out of the handsome tent, looked at the moonlight, and felt the night on the border.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear the sound of the annihilation, and the faint annihilation spread gently with the moonlight. A thin wisp had a power that penetrated the soul.

The tone of the twilight is already low and thick, with a little desolate feeling.

On this quiet autumn night, this faint wisp of twisting sound expresses the sad people's unique embrace, revealing a little longing and a little girlish feelings, as if this world is filled with this twisting sound.

Music has eight sounds, metal, stone, earth, leather, silk, bamboo, gu, and wood. Among these eight sounds, xiao monopolizes the earth sound, five sounds, six rules, hardness and softness will surely hit, and lightly lost; it was a major instrument as early as the Shang Dynasty, with its sounds simple, thick, low, vicissitudes, mysterious and sad.

However, it is rarely played by the Central Plains, but it has been inherited and developed among the Hu tribe.

Luo Zhaoyun walked into the source of the sound of the trunk. As expected, it was heard from Zi Yan's tent. The sound of the trunk was not strong, but it was so sad and pleasant, as if it was a faint sad tune. The choked sound seemed to have endless thoughts and endless tenderness, but also made the listener feel that desolate and helpless mood.

After a moment, the sound of the anger stopped, and a slight sound of sleep came from inside, and Suozhe fell asleep.

Zi Yan stopped blowing the silhouette and covered her brother with a quilt. When she turned around, there was a figure standing outside the account.

"Who is it?" She walked into the door of the handsome tent and asked in a tentative manner.

"I, Luo Cheng!" the figure outside the account replied softly.

"If you don't sleep, what should you do before running to our tent?" Zi Yan lowered her voice.

"Go out and talk." Luo Zhaoyun said.

Murong Ziyan hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether it was driven by curiosity or being moved by the news that he had not disturbed the public a few days ago, but she did not hate him as much as she did before.

"Yeah!" She actually agreed, and even she agreed for no reason.

Murong Ziyan was wearing a guard costume and lifted her tent to walk out. The moonlight outside was very clear, sprinkled on her white cheeks, bright and bright, like a lotus in clear water, and there was a charm of a secluded orchid in the valley.

"Let me have a walk." Luo Zhaoyun turned around and left, leaving Murong Ziyan who was stunned for a while.

"He asked me to leave, I'll leave, hum!" Murong Ziyan felt a little reluctant, but she was a little bit reluctant to know what to do, so she followed her slowly like she was uncontrollably.

The two walked through the camp, and a guard saluted and released him, and came to the tree-shaded area behind the camp.

The moonlight is soft and the night wind is cold. Two figures are one in front and one behind, similar to walking.

Murong Ziyan was curious, but she was not nervous. After a few days of contact, he found that Luo Zhaoyun was a decent person and would not deliberately trick her into doing dirty things, otherwise she would have done it in the camp.

Luo Zhaoyun stopped. The terrain was getting higher and higher. Standing here, you could cross the camp and see the outline of Fuqi City two miles away.

"What did you bring me here to do?"

"Look at the royal city of my hometown. Tomorrow, I plan to send someone to see you two take the lead and send them to Chang'an City for resettlement."

Murong Ziyan was stunned for a moment, her expression was dim, and she murmured: "Are you finally leaving here?"

Luo Zhaoyun said: "All armies will arrive in two days. Before they come, I will send you and him away so that there will be no mistakes. Please understand."

Murong Ziyan understood that he was worried that he and his younger brother would be exposed, which would cause him trouble.

After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth: "Okay, we are your captives and hostages anyway. You should follow the advice of your actions."

Luo Zhaoyun said: "You can't say that. You are my guests and partners, not prisoners. In fact, you should thank me. If I hadn't stopped you and waited for you to go to the Tiel Tribe and the Turkic Tribe, what would happen? If you went to form an alliance, it was nothing more than marriage, marrying the tribe chief, Khan, etc., and becoming a replacement object. Is this really fair to you?"

"You have learned Chinese classics since you were young and should understand the customs of the Turks and Tielhu tribes. What rights do women have? At least now, you are innocent, and no one will force your body and love rights. You are still yourself, not someone's dependent!"

After hearing this, Murong Ziyan wanted to refute it, but she didn't know where to refute it. She had to say that she had to go to Tiel and Turks to seek help before, and she was just trying it out. At worst, she could devote herself to the chief or son of a certain tribe, or marry Khan, and seek help.

However, those tribes feared the Sui Dynasty and may not be willing to send troops. In the end, they will not only lose their freedom and innocence, but also cannot save their tribe members.

Murong Ziyan snorted: "But without you, I don't have to ask them. The culprit is still you!"

Luo Zhaoyun defended himself: "I am a soldier and obey the orders of the court. This is my duty. Can I blame me? Without me, Luo Cheng, there are also Li Cheng, Zhang Cheng, Wang Cheng, and the Sui Dynasty have no shortage of military generals!"

After hearing this, Murong Ziyan seemed to think what he said made sense. This was a war between the two countries and it didn't seem to have much to do with someone's responsibility.

"Then when will you go back to Chang'an?"

Luo Zhaoyun sighed lightly: "Wait for the emperor's order, but I guess it's almost time. It takes less than a year to be transferred. Before returning to Luoyang to report, I will visit you by passing Chang'an."

"Do you love to come or not? No one misses you!" Murong Ziyan spat, saying that she was not interested.

Luo Zhaoyun’s smile, woman, what kind of thinking, isn’t this a place without silver? It’s right and wrong, and jealous, but it’s also quite cute. (To be continued.)
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