夜,已经很深了。书案上,一点如豆的烛火摇摆不定。一眨,又一眨,如瞌睡人的眼。摇曳的烛光下,散落着一卷圣旨,上面工整的墨迹仍似未干;文末,那殷红的玺印在昏黄的烛光下竟那般刺眼。烛火闪了一下,营帐被掀开了。一阵熟悉的脚步声接近,副将已来到面前。“岳将军,我们……”平时在战场上英勇无畏的他此刻竟有些犹豫,浓浓的愁思爬上 Night, already very deep. Book case, a little like a candle swaying beans. A blink, another blink, such as sleepy eyes. Swaying candlelight, scattered with a volume of imperial edict, the above neat ink is still not dry; the end of the text, that Yin red seal printed in dim yellow light actually so dazzling. The candlelight flashed and the tent was opened. A familiar sound of footsteps approached, the lieutenant has come in front. “General Yue, we ... ” He usually courageous moment on the battlefield, some hesitation, a thick sense of anxiety to climb