Chapter 72 The original feeling of writing history by hand is so cool
In just such a moment, countless thoughts raced in Qingxia's head.
From knocking on the door and teasing her while eating the food, all the words and expressions Wu Ma said were replayed in Qingxia's mind.
She quickly thought about how much of a thief and scheming Wu Ma was - all Wu Ma's actions and words after entering the door were all foreshadowing, and in the end he dug a big hole for himself.
Qingxia looked at the dancing horse. The other party had already entered the tea-sipping time after a full meal. She pecked the horse and looked at it unhurriedly, which made Qingxia feel uncomfortable.
Qingxia understood that she had reached a critical moment of life and death and it was time to endure the humiliation and bear the burden.
Qingxia has been fighting in the wolf den since she was a child, and Qingxia has never been afraid of moments like this.
She thought clearly that the sword dance Wu Ma wanted to do was by no means a sword dance in the simple sense. It was not that he simply wanted to torture a woman who had been working in the kitchen for half a night, nor was he someone who got up in the middle of the night to commit a crime and really wanted to see some broken sword.
This is a conspiracy and a blatant temptation.
And Qingxia felt that she must not refuse. If she refused, it would be even more suspicious.
But if Qingxia really agrees to let him dance with his sword, it is very likely that more things will be exposed.
Qingxia thought clearly not to refuse, and of course she couldn't agree too happily.
"Okay... Mr. Wu Lang really doesn't know how to cherish the beauty... I have been meeting you all night."
Qingxia muttered, complained, and grumbled, but pretended that her arms could not twist her thighs, and lazily held the sword at her waist and went to the courtyard.
While walking, I was thinking about countermeasures, how to make the dancing horse not see any flaws——
First she has to be really sleepy.
However, this kind of sleepiness can be the sleepiness of not waking up, or the sleepiness of helping the cook in the middle of the night, but it must not be the sleepiness of the legs and feet that are sore and exhausted after a night of tossing.
This kind of sleepiness means that you are tired and dozed off at first, but later on you will become more energetic and energetic.
On this basis, Qingxia also needs to pay close attention to her sword dancing moves and never let the other party see anything familiar.
It's time to put your acting skills to the test.
Qingxia walked to the center of the yard and carefully considered every expression, look and movement she made in the sight of the dancing horse, vividly interpreting the haziness of being about to wake up and the irritability of wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep.
Qingxia's sword dance - she was tired and swaying at first, but then she became more and more energetic as she danced, swinging the sword powerfully, and the sword generated wind.
The dancing horse leaned against the door frame of the main hall and watched carefully.
Qingxia looked at his deep and bright eyes under the moon with her peripheral vision from time to time, not knowing what the other person was thinking.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Qingxia felt that if Wu Ma didn’t go back to sleep, she would really be unable to hold on any longer. At this moment, she suddenly heard Wu Ma’s voice that sounded like the sound of nature.
"Okay, go get some rest early,"
Dancing Horse said: "Honestly, I'm used to seeing you dancing with the sword every day. If you stop dancing one day, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep."
This kind of problem must not be tolerated.
Qingxia thought so in her heart, but she also understood that it was finally the critical moment to dispel Wu Ma's doubts.
"No,"
She angrily swung her sword at the dancing horse from a distance. Of course, the sword energy was not sharp.
"I'm getting more energetic. I'm going to practice for a while longer - you can go to sleep first."
"Then I'll take a look."
Qingxia's eyes blurred and she almost fell over.
Seeing Wu Ma staring and holding her chin for a long time, Qingxia didn't know how she managed to hold on until a ray of light appeared faintly on the eastern horizon, and Wu Ma stretched her body and said:
"I want to do an experiment."
With that said, he went back to the house.
Qingxia looked at his lively back and felt bitter in her heart, wondering if this animal didn't need to sleep.
When the dancing horse returned to the house, she gritted her teeth with great perseverance and danced with her sword for a while before shouting:
"Oh, how come it's getting dark so soon... It's really a fun night."
"I wonder if I won't be able to sleep without practicing sword practice every night!"
"I……"
The sound of dancing horses came from the house:
"If you want to continue, just continue. I don't mind the noise."
Qingxia shut her mouth and quickly slipped into her house.
Then I heard Dancing Horse say across the room:
"Qingxia, let's continue tonight."
Qingxia was lying on the bed with pain all over her body, looking at the white roof, with stars in her eyes, thinking that the dancer next door was by no means a simple dancer...
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Temporary laboratory, the sky is dark.
It’s time for Dancing Horse’s favorite experimental session again.
Wu Ma guessed that Li Shimin, Liu Wenjing and the others would never have imagined that after a night of hearty and fierce fighting, he would not be sleepy at all and gallop on another battlefield with high fighting spirit.
Wu Ma felt that his exuberant energy was like the weeds on the grasslands where the Turks relied for survival and could not be burned out.
Of course, before conducting interesting experiments, the dancing horse still has several tasks that need to be completed carefully.
First, tonight's night attack is the second major historical event since the arrival of the dancing horse in this era, and it will definitely be recorded in the annals of history.
Dancing Horse decided not to rely on the historian, to rely on his own efforts, and to carry one of his own.
It saves me the trouble that some shameless guy will change it for him in the future.
Wu Ma opened the [Suijue Ji] and wrote along the way:
"The thirteenth year of the great cause, May 17th.
Tens of thousands of Turks invaded Jinyang and lightly rode into the north gate of Waiguo and out of its east gate. Yuan ordered Pei Ji and others to prepare for the attack and opened all the city gates. The Turks were unpredictable and no one dared to enter.
The crowd thought he was powerful and Jun Ya actually summoned him, so Yuan raised his ashes under the city and rebelled against having a burial place.
Yuan guarded and refused to leave, but the Turks drove the captives of Jinyang to beat and humiliate them under the city to provoke them. They set up bonfires at night and did not disperse. The soldiers and civilians of Jinyang surrounded the Tang Mansion and asked for war in anger.
Wang Kangda and Xu Shixu, the generals of the Yuan tribe, sent more than a thousand people into battle and were ambushed to death. Rumor has it that the enemy camp was very fierce and the people in the city were in fear.
On May 20th, Dancing Horse could not bear the humiliation of the people. With Liu Wenjing and Yu Wen Jianxue, he led three hundred dark warriors into the enemy camp at night with wonderful awakening skills. He skillfully rescued the captives and burned ten thousand tents. Shimin, Pei Ji, and Hongji came in with support.
, broke through the Turks at night and killed nearly ten thousand enemies.
When he returned victorious that night, Yuan held his hand and did not let go for a long time, crying with gratitude."
After writing "Dancing Horse", I felt that my classical Chinese skills were really not enough.
I also feel that the ancients really saved a lot of time when writing. A night filled with passion and passion could be finished with just over a hundred words. If the Internet novelists of later generations wrote in ancient Chinese, there would be no room for hydrology.
He looked at the words he had recorded over and over again, and felt that the writing seemed too plain and not enough to express his outstanding achievements in this battle, so he added a few more words after "cannot bear the humiliation of the people",
After thinking about it carefully, I found it really interesting.
No wonder emperors in history liked to compile history books for previous dynasties——
"Damn it, it turns out it feels so good to write history with your own hands."