Chapter 127 Cold Descends at Night (II)
Word Number：153
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2026-02-26
Cold roosters crow beyond the window as dawn nears; The incense seal has burned to ash—I rise, yet feel no ease. In the courtyard tall parasol trees hold the lingering mist; I roll up the curtain—two magpies startle and fly away. On the screen, idle silken robes embroidered in threads; For a fleeting while emotions stir, recalling every road of Jiangnan. Night after night my dreaming soul speaks no more in vain— I know the past can no longer be found. In the third month of the eleventh year of Tianbao (752), An Lushan, seeking to wipe away former humiliation, once again assembled two hundred thousand infantry and cavalry—both tribal and Han—and marched north against the Khitan. To ensure success, he memorialized the throne requesting Li Xianzhong to lead tens of thousands of Tongluo iron cavalry to assist in the campaign. Li Xianzhong, however, long aware of An Lushan’s
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