Chapter 126 The First Snow Falls
Amid the tense breathing of the crowd, the curtain of the tent was finally lifted.
Jun Lin and Gong Qing walked out one after another.
The cold wind blew up their bangs, and the bumps on their foreheads under the torches were red and swollen like small lanterns, which were particularly eye-catching.
Jing country soldiers: "..."
It seems that Your Majesty is still being bullied!
Vietnamese soldiers: "..."
Sir, you would rather die than surrender, you are a role model for our generation!
The two marshals are back, everyone is excited!
The war is imminent.
But Emperor Jing turned his horse around, and the ministers also turned their horses around and withdrew their troops without saying a word.
Everyone: “???”
Yue general Li Nian hurriedly reined in his horse and came to the side of the minister: "Sir, are you not going to attack?"
Gongqing gathered his fox fur coat behind him to block out the winter chill. "This is the territory of the Jing Kingdom. Besides, we don't have all the troops here. If we attack directly when the Emperor Jing is on guard, we will suffer heavy losses. We can't act rashly now."
Hearing this, Li Nian calmed down and said, "Sir, you are absolutely right."
There is no need to incur casualties and send soldiers to their deaths.
Here, General Zou Tao of Jing State also rode beside Jun Lin. He suppressed his irritable desire to show off his skills on the battlefield right now and whispered, "Your Majesty, are we not going to attack?"
Jun Lin tightened the reins and stood up straight like a pine tree. "If we don't attack, the nobles dare to come, which means he has a backup plan. Besides, our army has been rushing from the palace to here day and night for three consecutive days, and our energy is already insufficient. Let the whole army rest well tonight and then deal with the battle later."
Zou Tao's face turned pale: "It's because I'm impatient."
The cold wind blew, and white snowflakes fell from the heavy clouds.
The snow at night was like pear blossoms swaying from a tree, falling on the withered grass and covering people.
Jun Lin was startled and stretched out a hand to catch the tiny snowflakes.
It quickly melts in the warm palm of your hand.
This is the first snow of this year, the first snow that Guigu and Master did not wait for.
She suddenly turned her horse around, snow fell on her long eyelashes, and Jun Lin stared at the person opposite in a daze.
The minister who was supposed to go forward had changed direction at some point. He looked at the backs of the Jingguo army and waited for her to turn back.
Then she turned back.
She discovered the nobles waiting behind her.
The man curled his lips and rode to the front, and the Vietnamese soldiers automatically lined up on both sides to make way.
The same thing happened in Jing State. Jun Lin rode forward, and the two people who were about to separate met again.
Gong Qing's gaze fell on her face, and his tone was as gentle as the falling snow: "The only thing missing is the master."
There were two people gathered in Guigu during this first snowfall, the only one missing was the man with silver hair and blue eyes.
The first snow that Wen Suili and Jun Lin did not like was now noticed by the ministers.
Jun Lin opened his lips and spoke, with white steam rising from the air: "I had originally planned to watch it with him this year, but the first snow came too late."
Gong Qing suddenly felt something was wrong: "Have you been back recently?"
Jun Lin nodded calmly.
The man lowered his long eyelashes to hide the dark light in his eyes, and put his index finger on his lips: "This is not good..."
"What's wrong?"
Gong Qing selectively ignored her questions, stroking the Buddhist beads on his wrist with his thumb, and his clear voice seemed a little distorted in the snow: "I have been waiting for you."
Jun Lin waited in silence for his next words.
His body was very cold, and the fox fur coat he was wearing did not keep him warm at all.
"Wait until you wake up."
The thin lips, which had turned a little pale, opened and closed gently: "Waiting for you to come back for the appointment."
Jun Lin's fingers holding the reins tightened slightly, and his heart suddenly felt a little sour.
She and the ministers had sworn an oath together.
They were still young at that time. They were exhausted from practicing martial arts and fell on the same bed, looking at each other sideways.
"How about you come to assist me in the future, Senior Brother?"
"Um?"
The boy's face looked like a spring flower covered in dew, so beautiful: "Sure, defeat me and I will be tied to you willingly."
Jun Lin's eyes lit up, and he smiled, revealing his sharp fangs: "If I beat you, you're willing to assist me?"
Gong Qing couldn't help but follow her smile: "Yes, I only recognize you."
He extended his little finger with a clear look in his eyes: "Don't let me down, I like my little junior brother who stands shoulder to shoulder with me. If one day you can't catch up with me, then I won't wait for you anymore."
Jun Lin stretched out his slender little finger and hooked it around his, smiling brightly and dazzlingly: "Then I must prepare this rope well to tie up this cunning fox like you, and I can't let you run away."
After many years, the ministers proposed a competition.
She was late.
The wind blew the snow onto her long hair. Jun Lin looked at the handsome man in front of her and vaguely saw the shadow of the young man who swore an oath with her.
It's a very strange feeling.
The people around her almost occupy most of her life.
Junxun is twenty years old.
I held her in my arms since she was born, listened to her babbling, watched her first steps, and then watched her go to Guigu to learn and grow her wings.
The term of office for dukes and ministers and Wen Suili is fifteen years.
The conflicting senior brother and the gentle and confused master, fighting and quarreling, occupied each other's best time.
Even Manhuang was a slave that she had met since childhood and had been with her ever since. He was sold from Ze Country to Jing Country, and was rescued by Jun Lin and became her vicious dog.
The bond is too deep.
She was only twenty years old, but there were too many people who occupied almost her entire life.
The minister looked at Jun Lin who had been silent the whole time. The man suddenly sighed, rode his horse closer and raised his hand to brush the snow off her hair.
"Take me back if you have the guts."
His cool fingertips touched the corners of her eyes: "Please take me home."
Thinking of his cunning charge, she curled her lips a little bit maliciously: "It's a pity that you can't beat me this time. You can only wait until next time to fight."
Jun Lin, who just felt a little moved, said: "..."
She reached out to help him straighten his fox fur coat, brushed off the snow, and said sarcastically, "You're not feeling well, and you still dare to stay in the snow and talk to me? Go back and have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."
"If I lose this time, we'll compete again next time. If I lose next time, we'll compete again the next time. I'm not easily discouraged, and I'm thick-skinned. Your family can only be Jingguo."
"One day I will get you back."
She turned around and left without any regrets: "I will do my best and will not let the King of Yue achieve his goal so easily."
There is even a rumor outside that "whoever gets the ministers will get the world". Although it is exaggerated, the ministers are talented, and they are top-notch in terms of strategy, military strength, and the Eight Trigrams. With his assistance, the future will be much easier. Jun Lin will definitely bring him to Jing State to serve.
The wind was strong and the snow was heavy. The two troops on standby could not hear what they were talking about or see their movements clearly. They only knew that they were very close.
But they are not worried about any collusion between the two.
The local soldiers of Yue State believed that the gentleman would definitely lead them to complete the mission entrusted by the King of Yue.
The soldiers of the Jing State believed that Emperor Jing would definitely lead them to repel the enemy and defend the country.
They trusted their leader.
The minister pursed his lips and smiled, then led his army and disappeared into the snow.
Only the horse's tracks were left on the snow, but the wind soon covered them up.