Chapter 75： Poor and indefinite riverside bone (1/2)

In the middle of the night, the battle flag screamed in the cold wind, and the seemingly thin military accounts were stationed together, as if they could be overturned by the wind.

In the military account of the South Yan State, a mellow and melodious flute sounded from the account, as if telling the secret hidden deep in the Baizhang ice, then the ice surface suddenly appeared cracked in the cobweb, and the flute sounded. .

Luhe Qing eyebrows took the jade flute on the lips and held it in his hand to look carefully, carefully and lovingly

The curtain of the military account was picked up, and the middle-aged man in a jersey was walking in with a hand, and the face was full of sorrows. His face was similar to that of Luohe, but his face was a weather-stricken gully, and his eyes were watching. The vicissitudes of life in the world.

Luhe Qing quickly covered the flute with his sleeves and stood up and respectfully said: ”Uncle.”

Xue Yan looked at Luohe Qing, Shen Sheng said: ”The recent wars have been successful, you have worked hard, rest early, recharge your batteries.”

Luohe Qing answered: ”Uncle Xie.”

Xue Yan reached out and patted the shoulders of Luhe Qing. His eyes fell on the jade flute in his hands. Xue Yan’s mouth squatted and his eyes became more and more severe: “He Qing, think about your father and mother, think about the people of Nanyan’s people, Mo Forget the country

The river was clear and coveted, and the hand holding the flute gradually tightened: ”Yuhe clear.”

Xue Yan looked at Luo Heqing, and he had three-pointed love and seven points of sternness in his eyes.

Like all parents, even if the child has already stood up and has become a family, he has solved one thing alone, but in their eyes, the child is ultimately a child.

Luhe Qing is also true for Xue Yan.

Xue Yan remembered that when Hehe was a child, the other princes of Nanyan State were still shaking their heads and carrying the ancient words to rob the father and mother. Only he took the military book and asked himself: ”Uncle, the world's four-point pattern will eventually usher in turmoil. Can the South Yan State have a military confrontation?”

At that time, the eyes of the teenager were stars, nine miles, and the dawn of the vast sky.

Xue Yan saw the extraordinary of Luhe Qing very early. He knew that Nanyan State would certainly have a different glory in the hands of the Weihe River, but he never imagined that Nanyan State would experience almost destroying the country. A disaster.

The southern expedition of the northern country almost destroyed the entire royal family of the surname, and the country was also divided by the Dongwu country, which was robbed by the fire. Xue Yan experienced thousands of difficulties and finally saved the river from the northern country.

The former teenagers have faded all the greens and simplicity in the tribulation. The deep and deep shackles are clearly the anger of hatred. That is what Xue Yan wants to see from the river, which is enough to shake the world.

But the anger seems to be mixed with other emotions, like a clear spring in the long yellow sand, like a narrow canoe in the sea, like the faint hope in the desperate world, but it can only arouse the deeper despair of the heart.

The silk emotion has been hidden very well by Luhe Qing, so Xue Yan could not understand it.

Xue Yan looked at the jade flute in the hands of Luohe Qing. When he asked, he rolled back and forth in the throat of his throat. After all, he did not ask for an exit. He turned his head and turned away to leave the military account. Suddenly, soldiers came to report outside the door.

”Report!! General Xue, the emperor, and the North side found a sneak attack by the North Army!”

”What?” Xue Yan frowned, ”Now? How many people?”