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The night was dark and the cold was imminent, but under the wall of the Jia family, there was a scene of rushing towards the sky. More than 500 captured Guanzhong people drove cattle and sheep and finally arrived. According to the previous proposal, Ma Han also readily returned hundreds of bodies of the Huns. These dead people were treasures in the eyes of the Huns, but in his eyes, they were just a pile of rotten meat, and no one wanted to keep them.

The Huns withdrew two miles away and gave up a safe exchange space. Jia Mu led more than 100 guards to go out to the dock to guard, while Jia Jeze led his tribe to guide and organize refugees to go to the dock. The sky was narrow in the city, cattle and sheep were running around, and refugees were in chaos. Although there were only more than 500 people, only nearly half of them were put into the dock in half an hour.

A sound of eagle cries came from the night sky, and Xinying returned. After a while, Chen Xing rushed to the city and bowed to Ma Han: "Lord, Xu Duwei has broken through the Xiongnu camp and burned his baggage."

When Jia Xu heard this, he immediately leaned forward and leaned over to the city and shouted: "Dalang, lead the guards to drive the common people into the dock, and all the cattle and sheep are abandoned. Erlang retreated quickly, and after a moment, the dock gate is closed."

This time, the wall was even more chaotic. Many refugees were squeezed down into the trench and were stabbed to death by wooden thorns, and were filled with sorrow.

Ma Han sighed at the railing. Sometimes, the plan was very smooth, but the actual implementation was inevitable. His original intention was good, and Jia Xu's plan was also very comprehensive, but he did not consider the quality of the refugees. This was also a price.

Under the Jia family's guardian's front and back, more than 200 refugees finally squeezed into the dock wall. Many cattle and sheep ran around and ran into the wilderness, but no one could care about it. And the refugees who fell down the trench could climb, and they could still survive before closing the door. Otherwise, they would have to leave the will. After all, this is a chaotic world after all, and the sacrifice of the small people is the best result.

Qubei watched the horses carrying corpses pass by, their faces as deep as water, and their heartache was unstoppable. This time, he crossed the river to serve the king, and brought more than 1,200 cavalry in total. He wanted to take the opportunity to hold the emperor's thigh, take advantage of the situation and rob, but he did not expect to make this field. At present, there are less than 700 cavalry and nearly half of them were lost. The plundered slaves were forced to be released, and hundreds of cattle and sheep were compensated... How did he explain this to the Da Shanyu when he went back? In fact, if you think about it carefully, the start was quite good, but everything changed since the appearance of this horseman.

Ma Han! You are waiting. I will not let you go!

Qubei was gritting his teeth and slandering, and suddenly he heard a rushing sound of horse hooves running from afar. Several raiders on the patrol ran out in a cold sky and sweated. His face turned pale: "Youxian King, big...thing is not good! The camp in Lishan Mountain caught fire and burned into pieces..."

"What!" The eyes of Gibei turned black and almost fell from the moment.

The Lishan Camp saved all the food, cattle and sheep, tents, and supplies of their army... Once it was burned, I am afraid that before the Yellow River was frozen, they would not be starved to death or freeze to death!

"The whole army returned to the camp!" Qubei let out a wounded wild wolf howl, and pointed a whip at a certain place in the gatehouse of the dock wall, "Ma Han! You wait. We're not finished!"

Although he knew that he could not see the way he was, Ma Han still waved silently to the direction he was in. Well, it was a goodbye.

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Back in the room, he took off his heavy armor, washed his face, and moved his a little sore shirt. Today, he rushed back and forth, and the Huns were killed by hammering no less than 30 or 40 Huns. He also planned a plan with Jia Xu, and his brain hurt. He was really tired. He was just too tired to go to bed, but he still had to wait for the battle report between Xu Huang and Wu Zhui. As for the arrangements of those refugees, the Jia brothers will handle them, and he will not care about everything.

The voice of the attendant came from the outdoors: "Report to General, a child servant of Cai is asking for a meeting."

Ma Han tidied up his clothes and sat back to the main hall: "Let him come in."

A child servant who looked at least teenage years old, with a pointed chin and a dish on his face was kneeling on the ground: "Kow to the right general, my wife asked the general to go to my house and thank him in person."

On the way back, Ma Han seemed to hear Jia Mu mention a vaguely saying that he was a widowed woman. There were so many troubles in front of the widow, let alone invite him in the middle of the night. So, shouldn’t you go? Ma Han rubbed his chin, thought about the amazing glance during the day, and then thought that he would set off to return to the east tomorrow, and finally decided to go!

The Cai family's house is also inside the dock wall, and not far from where Ma Han is staying. Under the guidance of the child servant, he arrived in just a half-time walk.

This is a very ordinary courtyard, with no extra decoration except cleanliness. A thin maid stood in front of the steps. Seeing that Ma Han came in, she hurriedly knelt down and held a pair of wooden cubes that were half new but cleanly washed to Ma Han's feet.

After changing into a wooden mat for Ma Han, the little maid retracted back to the door, and the cold wind blew, causing her to hold her shoulders and shivered.

Ma Han looked down at her and waved his hand: "Go back to the house, you don't need to serve him."

The little maid hunched her mouth and lowered her head until a crisp sound came from the room: "Caisang, you retreat first. If you need it, you will summon it." The little maid then responded to her promise and stepped back gently.

Ma Han could easily see that the little maid and the child servant looked malnourished, and probably hungry a lot. Although he was a slave, he behaved properly and must be a family of officials. However, in this time when even the emperor was hungry and full, the officials need not say that it would be a fate for the slaves to starve to death.

The lights in the room are like beans, reflecting everything, including the woman in white sitting upright on the white mat, giving people a feeling of dreams.

"There is not much lamp oil left, so I can only light a light. Don't blame the right general." The girl of Cai straightened her body, still kept her kneeling posture, bowing to Ma Han, "I disturbed the general at night because I learned that the general would set off for the east tomorrow. At that time, there would be too many people talking, and I was afraid that it would be even more inconvenient, so I took the liberty to ask the general to come just to thank him."

"If I just say thank you, there is no need..." Ma Han said as he prepared to close the door.

"Please let the door open." The girl Cai looked at the pot of red charcoal fire in the corner of the wall, "The fire is strong, and it should keep the cold."

Ma Han shrugged: "I am half from Liaodong. This chill is nothing, I just consider the little lady's body... Since that's the case, let it be opened."

The girl from Cai bowed to thank him: "If it weren't for the help of the right general today, Zhao Ji would have been trapped in a thief and fell into a state of no return. It was a great crime to implicate the three princes of Jia. The general's kindness was recreated, so please accept Zhao Ji's bow."

At this time, the girl no longer had her hair and face in the daytime, her white clothes were as white as snow, her skin was as creamy as dark clouds, and her dignified and graceful posture was a bit similar to Li Ji...uh, Princess Wannian.

It was precisely because of this similarity that Ma Han was stunned. The girl raised her head and touched two burning gazes. Her heart thumped, her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and her jade face turned to the side.

Ma Han also felt disobedient, and his eyes slid from the girl to the side. Only then did he notice that there was a piano beside her. The tail of the piano seemed to have scorch marks. In order to resolve the loss of condonement just now, Ma Han asked casually: "Is this piano also cold? It's too close to the charcoal fire to cause scorch?"

The girl Cai's girl heard him talk interestingly. She smiled slightly, like the spring breeze blowing on the threshold, and the embarrassment just now was gone. The girl gently opened her red lips: "This sycamore wood of the piano was snatched out of the fire by her father. At that time, it was already burnt tail, and then used it to make the piano, which was clear and golden sound, which was particularly beautiful. Hence the name was 'jiaowei'."

"Jiaoweiqin?!" Ma Han remembered at this time that it seemed that this was a very famous guqin in history. If you have such a famous qin, this girl must have been from a famous family... Zhaoji, Cai Zhaoji. Hey, could it be...

Ma Wu was shocked and subconsciously blurted out: "Do you have a sister or sister named Wen Ji?"

Cai Zhaoji stared at him and shook her head: "No."

Ma Han beat him up and said, "Ah, I thought it a bit wrong for a moment, ha, how could it be such a coincidence."

Cai Zhaoji was intrigued: "Does Cai Wenji? It sounds like my sister, what is her name?"

"Name? What's the name..." Ma Han knocked on his head for a long time, but he couldn't remember what Cai Wenji's name was. After all, in later generations, the word "Wenji" was too loud and had long covered her real name. "Well, I don't remember what her name was, but I know who her father is."

"Who? Is it very famous?"

"Yes, it's very famous. This person is a great scholar of the world, named Cai Yong."

As soon as Ma Han finished speaking, Cai Zhaoji's delicate body suddenly stretched out, his eyebrows were raised, his phoenix eyes were annoyed, his teeth were biting his red lips, and he slowly said, "Is the right general here to spend the little girl? Even if the general saves Zhaoji, he cannot be humiliated - Caisang and see off guests."

Ma Han was invited for no reason, and was expelled in a daze. If it weren't for a woman, and she was a beauty, and it was related to her image and temperament, Ma Han would have to make the other party suffer a little. Forget it, a good man doesn't fight with a woman, but why would she be so angry when she mentioned Cai Yong? Could it be that Cai Yong had offended her because she was an elder in her clan, right? Well, this explanation is reasonable.

As soon as Ma Han walked to his residence, he saw Jia Ji standing outside the door. As soon as he saw him, he immediately came up and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your kindness to save him."

Ma Han shook his head: "What's going on tonight? I'm all here to thank me for saving my life. Fortunately, those hundreds of refugees can't come, otherwise I'll have a headache."

Jia Ji was stunned, then seemed to think of something, blurted out: "Can it be Zhao Ji..."

"Yes, I just came out of her." Ma Han said angrily. He wanted to ask Jia Ji what the situation was like Cai Zhaoji, but it was not suitable to think about it.

But Ma Han didn't mention it, Jia Ji first proposed: "Right General, Jia Ji has a heartless request..." He looked at Ma Han's face carefully and said, "I want to ask Madam Zhaoji and I to go back east."
Chapter completed!