Chapter 58

When the north wind blows, the yellow sand bursts. The yellow sand in the sky almost obscures the sunset.

Horses chirp. On the edge of the clear Zheng canal, hundreds of pack horses bow their heads to drink. Occasionally, horses raise their heads and neigh.

Su Lu looked at the flooded bridge deck and ordered, "give orders, go from here and cross the river in turn."

The herald answered. Soon, the team moved up. The guard went first, tested the water depth and the width of the bridge deck, and set the road sign. After that, the pack horse and cart went one by one.

As cars and horses passed, the river gradually became turbid, and the position of the bridge deck gradually became unclear.

Mound asked for instructions and said, "Duwei, let's go over. When it gets dark, the river will be colder."

Su Lu nodded, took off his boots, rolled up his trousers and waded directly across the river.

The river is cold. It seems that in late autumn, the cold almost pierces the bone marrow. The wind blows over the water and blows on Su Lu's lower legs, as if cutting with a knife.

Su Lu couldn't help thinking of an ancient poem he had recited, Wang Changling's song.

Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife.

The sand day is not gone, and Lintao is dark.

In the past great wall war, salty words and high spirit.

Yellow dust feet in modern and ancient times, white bones messy Artemisia.

The little mud beside him excitedly asked Su Lu, "Sir, how do you read the first two sentences? It sounds very emotional?"

Su Lu looked at the mud and said casually, "drink horses to cross the autumn water. The water is cold and the wind is like a knife."

"We just spent the autumn river after drinking horses. The water is freezing and the wind is like a knife."

The little mud nodded and said with great approval: "Sir, you are really knowledgeable. When I was a beggar, I didn't have enough to eat and wear in winter, and was blown on my face by the wind. It really felt like a knife cutting my face."

"Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife."

The little mud jumped out of the water, landed on the opposite shore and shouted excitedly.

After passing Zhengqu, the team continued to move forward. Not long after walking, there was a dense sound of horses' hoofs in front.

The two scouts rode in front of Su Lu and pulled the reins. The horses hissed and the people stood up.

"Newspaper, sir, Beizheng Daying sent governor Zhao Pu of Dingxiang army to meet us. We have reached the foot of Lintao mountain."

Su Lu nodded: "OK, you repay governor Zhao Pu. Today we will camp at the foot of Lintao mountain."

The scouts answered.

Su Lu also gave orders. The team accelerated and rushed to Lintao mountain before dark.

Little mud didn't know whether he was born to like poetry or was stunned. He talked about the two poems read by Su Lu over and over all the way.

"Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The sand day is not gone, and Lintao is dark."

"Good poetry, good poetry."

The bright and generous voice sounded from the front. A team of guards came on horseback, with silver armor and Phoenix wings and handrails. It was Zhao Pu, the governor of Dingxiang army, who was led.

"Who wrote this poem, Lieutenant Su Du, would you recommend it to me?"

Before Zhao Pu arrived, his voice had reached his ears.

Su Lu patted the grain bag under his ass and greeted Zhao Pu: "governor Zhao, here."

Zhao Pu saw Su Lu and rode over. His face was full of eagerness: "Lieutenant Su, you can introduce me to the everyone who just recited poetry. Pu must thank you very much."

The little mud sitting on the shaft was stunned.

Su Lu smiled and pointed to the little mud: "governor Zhao, this is everyone who recites poetry."

Zhao Pu was stunned for a moment, but he obviously didn't mean to despise xiaomud's age, and respectfully saluted xiaomud with a fist:

"Little brother, great talent, just recited those two poems. Can you recite them again? Zhao felt that his heart resonated and couldn't stand it."

"Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife?"

Little mud looked at Zhao Pu suspiciously. He just read these two sentences. He thought it was very good. Now Zhao Pu praised it, and little mud was also very happy. The adult's poetry is really good. The only scholar in Beiyang these years is not in vain.

Zhao Pu's eyes lit up and urged him to say, "yes, yes, that's it. What's behind it?"

Little mud shook his head, and he remembered these two sentences. The back is too long. He didn't remember them, and it's impossible to recite them.

Zhao Pu was worried: "little brother, the artistic conception of this poem is very good. It must be everyone who can make this poem. Zhao Pu is willing to recite it on behalf of everyone, so that everyone can pass on his name to the Han country."

"No, not only the state of Han, with these four sentences, you can also leave a name in the poetry world and pass it on through the ages."

"Little brother, if you can't do the remaining half, you'll have no chance to spread the name through the ages."

Zhao Pu looked sad.

Little mud pointed to Su Lu: "this poem was made by my adult. He has finished it. I heard him read eight sentences just now. It's very long."

Zhao Pu smelled the speech and turned his eyes to Su Lu. He looked resentful and looked like you made it.

"Su Duwei, recite the following poem again. Let me broaden my horizons. Don't worry. When you arrive at Beizheng camp, you can come to me to help you deal with anything."

Su Lu said casually:

"It's not what I did, it's what an elder did. I'll just recite it to you."

Su Lu read the poem again. Zhao Pu's eyes became as bright as a light bulb. Looking at Su Lu was like looking at a rare giant panda:

"Lieutenant Su Du, your elder, are you in the army now?"

Without waiting for Su Lu to deny, he said to himself:

"Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. If I guess well, you have just crossed Zhengqu. How about the water is cold?"

"The flat sand day is not over, and Lintao is dark. On the way I came just now, the north wind blew all over the sky with yellow sand, which almost buried the sun. Well, let's camp at the foot of Lintao mountain tonight."

"This section of the Great Wall was built during the Western Han Dynasty. It made great contributions to the fight against the Huns. The yellow sand all over the ground should look the same as the yellow sand thousands of years ago."

Zhao Pu, who was riding on the horse, was still full of meaning. He commented on the appearance of saixiaqu, as if eating goods were eating pig feet. He was very satisfied.

"This elder poet is Lieutenant Su Du, isn't he?"

Zhao Pu looked at Su Lu straightly. Without waiting for Su Lu's answer, he rode up with a loud voice.

"Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife..."

The sound of horse hoofs, wrapped in the sound of poetry, is far away, melodious and thought-provoking.

At the foot of Lintao mountain, the camp was set up. Carts formed a vehicle array, surrounding the unloaded grain, grass and pack horses. The guards all built their sleeping nest by relying on the vehicle array.

Next to a fire, Zhao Pu looked at Su Lu and shook his head. He didn't understand: "this is a good poem. It will only increase your reputation when it comes out. You're still hiding it, Lieutenant su. It's not authentic."

"I tell you, brother Su, when this poem reaches the capital, you will certainly become a bosom friend of our battlefield veteran. I will read this poem to my grandfather later. If you let him go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire, he must do it."

"Shameless."

Su Lu said with a smile.

Zhao Pu looked unhappy: "I'll praise myself as a battlefield veteran. What's the matter? It's much better than you who wrote poetry but didn't dare to recognize it."

"Hey, brother Su, don't tell me. This poem is really good for me. I came to Xuanfu Jiedu house to be a soldier. I made a lot of money this time. I'm so happy after listening to two poems."

"In the morning, we will start to visit our hometown..."

In the chanting voice of Zhao Pu's male duck, Su Lu was stunned. This is another poem you made a lot of money