Before leaving, he asked him why he didn't continue to tell Ji Liyou the truth.
He wiped the snow off his body and said, "Didn't you interrupt me on purpose?"
Everyone was warming their hands by the stove. The snow on their bodies had melted and their clothes were wet.
"If you want to say something, I can't stop you even with ten snowballs."
He thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because... I don't want to see him sad..."
After hearing this, the storyteller felt a little uneasy in his heart.
But he suddenly smiled and said to the storyteller, "Maybe, I have never won, not even once."
The storyteller didn't understand what he meant and wanted to continue asking. Ji Liyou had already brought the horse and shouted, "Sir, it's time for us to leave."
The storyteller stood up and said goodbye, "Seeing that the old man will not live long, you'd better go back to Siwei and guard the world. It's a good deal."
Being busy with government affairs for days and days, it has become normal to send border military letters one after another.
His Majesty is tired and exhausted, and his body is getting worse and worse. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is seriously ill.
On this day, the border emergency report arrived, and the Ministry of War was in a mess. At present, a group of military attachés and cabinet ministers were discussing matters at the military aircraft office.
Two eunuchs serving His Majesty passed by and murmured.
One said: "Is the person in the palace just now Lord Ji Liyou?"
One continued: "The Ji family is becoming more and more proud now. Your Majesty always brings the two brothers of the Ji family with you to discuss matters."
"I thought Lord Sikong was unparalleled in the world, but it turns out there is someone who can compare with him... That Young Master Liyou is really a Young Master Qianqian. He has both the elegance of a man from an aristocratic family and the energy of a young man from the world. This is so unforgettable. .”
One hurriedly said: "The Ji family has made many military exploits, and your majesty must grant this young master a marriage. It's a pity that Princess Tangshuo is here. If she were still here, maybe the prince-in-law would not have been Sir Sikong in the first place." It’s this young master who is talented and handsome.”
The chamberlain serving in the palace was beside His Majesty, looking at the man who was as tall and straight as a cypress. After he left, he asked, "Do you still want the roster that Your Majesty mentioned?"
"Wait a minute, I've already told him, but he refused and said we won't get married until the country has calmed down after the war."
"Does he know that His Majesty wants to use this to contain the Ji family?"
His Majesty sneered: "So what if you know? Ji Shanjing also knows how Princess Tangshuo died, but does he dare to argue with the Jimo family?"
"In that case, why not force Ji Liyou to marry a female member of the Meng family?"
"The Meng family may not necessarily make a good move. It might be better to wait and see for a while."
"The villain thinks that if such an outstanding talent doesn't listen to His Majesty's orders after the war, it would be better to kill him if the Ji family is the big one, so as not to raise tigers."
His Majesty's brows suddenly sharpened, and his cold gaze came over, "If you support the Ji family well, you will become my right-hand man. I would rather kill Tang Shuo than Ji Shanjing. He is the minister I brought out with my own hands. This Ji Li Worry, even more than his brother, I would be unwilling to kill them."
"Fortunately, the old lady of the Ji family is loyal to the Jimo family. With her, we can control the two brothers and drive them."
His Majesty curled up his lips and smiled, "Not only that, the boys of the Ji family... It's a pity that they have a destiny, too much love, and love. The love between children is long, but they are short-sighted and easy to control."
After Ji Liyou left, His Majesty summoned Ji Shanjing again.
The two of them looked at each other outside the door and already had an idea in their minds.
After hearing His Majesty's words, Ji Shanjing moved his fingers and said, "If you grant me two military powers, won't you be afraid of the Ji family's rebellion?"
His Majesty smiled and said, "If the Ji family can bear to see the people die and the Jimo family fall, then I have nothing to say."
Ji Shanjing's expression changed, and he knelt down for a moment and said, "Shanjing can lead troops, and everyone in the Ji family can fight for your majesty, but your majesty, please give Ranran's heart back to me, otherwise her body will not be intact, and I will meet you there." How can she rest assured about reincarnation when her heart is empty?"
His Majesty closed his eyes tightly and said after a long time, "When you come back from the war, you can come and get it yourself."
Ji Shanjing softly closed his eyelashes and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
After hearing Ji Shanjing say that His Majesty refused to return Ran Ran's heart, Ji Liyou's face, as pale as a orchid grass, lost its color and became even more pure, "It must be... Your Majesty has already thrown her heart into the fire to temper the weapon."
Ji Shanjing instantly turned pale as porcelain, trembling, and couldn't say a word for a long time.
When the two of them thought of this, their faces were filled with indifference, and they couldn't tell what their emotions were.
The night before the expedition, Ji Liyou stayed up all night.
He hugged the storyteller next to him tightly like a vine wrapped around a tree, as if he would disappear if he let go.
Half-closing her eyes, her soft lips pressed against his cheek and whispered: "Wait for me to come back, don't run around."
The storyteller's arm holding him stiffened for a moment, and he stood a distance away from him. He stared at him with wide eyes. His blood ran cold for a moment, and he said in fear: "You won't take me?"
Seeing the sparkle in his eyes, Ji Liyou combed his long hair and said, "If sir... can't wait for me to come back... just... go back to Bolu by yourself... don't wait for me anymore..."
He was jealous and hateful, and said with a flick of his sleeves: "I know that I am not as important as the Jimo family, and I also allow you to work for the Southern Wei Dynasty, but now you want to abandon me, are you not afraid that I will kill you?"
Ji Liyou's movements in combing his hair were still gentle, but his tone had become cold, "You may as well kill me, so I don't have to see Dong Hu's iron hoofs trample over the bodies of Southern Wei people."
The storyteller glanced at her and said, "You know you can't win this time, why are you still going?" He touched his cheek with his warm palm.
Ji Liyou's calming voice blew into his ears: "I know, I know everything, but I have to go."
The storyteller has a clear mind, "You would rather be shrouded in horse leather than live in seclusion with me, right?"
Having been together for many years, it’s hard to tell who can see the other person’s heart more clearly.
The storyteller was horrified to find that the young man who once stood timidly behind him had grown up in the blink of an eye and became a man of indomitable dignity. Unfortunately, he could not see through the world of mortals. He was too ordinary-minded, or perhaps he had read too many books on world affairs. Wen, he now regretted letting him read the books left by Ji Fuwei.
But the storyteller never thought that those books alone were not enough to give him such courage to fight against thousands of troops and follow his brother into battle. He originally had strength that ordinary people could not match. The state, the cruel ancient war, and later after he became an official, the endless power struggles in the court. He has made it all the way to the present with ease, and he can turn people's hearts upside down and play with them at the palm of his hand.
The storyteller stared at him silently, trying to penetrate the many palaces in his heart, but found that he could not see to the end.
Suddenly, he smiled, this was his apprentice, this was the boy he deserved to take a second look at.
Ji Liyou also smiled openly: "Have you figured it out?"
But the storyteller raised his eyebrows and asked angrily: "Think about this bullshit."
After tucking him in, he said, "The army is so vast that I can no longer turn back. This time, either Wei Lang dies or I die. Perhaps, I die on the battlefield before I can see him." "
The air was stagnant for a moment, "Your life is hard-earned, are you sure you want to waste it like this?"
"No one's life is hard-earned. Sir, you have saved me many times. I know that. But the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who went to war all have families. I can't just treat you like a bird just because I am attached to you and the warmth of my family." Damn it, this is not what grandpa wants to see, and you don’t want me to do this, right?”
The room was so quiet that the sound of falling incense embers could be heard.
The storyteller's wandering eyes fell on his gentle face. How could such a gentle person have such a hard heart.
It was hard for him to be depressed and angry, but there was nothing he could do to persuade him. The storyteller had a bitter smile on his face. He would be tempted even after a lifetime of being unkind and unrighteous, and he would give away his true feelings when he was tempted, but he didn't care.
Since Ji Liyou couldn't sleep, he lit up a clear lamp and read a book on war. The skirt of his clothes was slightly open, and his dark hair was hanging down like brocade. He looked attentively, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.
The storyteller didn't want to talk anymore, so he turned around and went to sleep. His sharp eyebrows seemed to have a bit of frost, making it a bit hard to get close to him.
Neither man could convince the other to follow his advice.
After all, he gave up and turned around to watch him read. The light reflected on his face, and Ji Liyou's face showed a dim light.
Ji Liyou squinted when he saw him turning around again, his eyes and brows were filled with joy, funny and helpless, "Don't you want to see me?"
The storyteller seemed to be fascinated, and he stretched out his arms around his waist, saying, "It's better to take one more look than to take one less look."
Ji Liyou pressed his lips lightly, and suddenly wanted to cry. He was fighting for the Southern Wei Dynasty, fighting for the people of the world, and fighting for the country, but was he fighting for him? If he wants to leave, he should be able to leave this place. For him, what can restrain him
The storyteller held his chin and bit it back. When he saw that he was dazed, he bit hard, and it turned into a dark kiss, which actually brought tears from the corners of Ji Liyou's eyes.
He didn't know it at first, but when he woke up, Ji Liyou's face was wet with tears, and the storyteller hugged her tightly and said repeatedly: "I will do whatever you want me to do, don't cry."
Ji Liyou said: "If this battle is defeated, I will not come back again. Sir, don't wait for me."
He smiled and said, "I can wait as long as I like, please mind your own business."
She wiped his tears and said, "I'll wait for you at Sanqi Tea House. I'll wait no matter how late you come. I don't believe you will lose."
"That day we went to the tavern, and the pages I looked through contained records of the defeat of the war and Donghu's siege. I thought maybe it was destined by God."
The storyteller was helpless, "Why do you want to go against heaven?"
"If you hadn't brought me into the Ji family, I wouldn't have carried the yoke of the Ji family."
"You..." The storyteller felt cold.
"Sir, there is no need to lie to me. I have known for a long time that I am not a member of the Ji family. My father has been in love with you all his life, so how could he marry and have children? My grandfather stayed away from Liangzhu for a woman and refused to return to Liangzhu for the rest of his life. I heard Grandma said that no man in the Ji family has ever taken a concubine. If he settles on someone, he will never regret it in his life. I see that my father always sits in the corner of the teahouse and waits for a few days before you come. Every tea you drink from the pot is the bitterest tea. I didn’t know that when I was a kid, how could I not know that now?”
"Liyou, I never wanted to lie to you. It was just a coincidence that I gave you to your father to raise."
Ji Liyou said, "I don't mean to blame you. In fact, you told me many times. It was only recently that I realized that you said it many times after my father passed away. Even if my biological father died, I shouldn't cry." It's so miserable, I thought you were joking, but when I think about it carefully, it's not a joke."
"You've been wanting to say these things to me for a long time?"
"Yes, I originally blamed you and hated you, but I thought, if I die this time and die with resentment, will I not like you at first sight when I meet you again?"
"Liyou..."
"You won't do meaningless things, so there must be a reason why you took me to see Twelve Niangs. That day, the god who lost Wei once again mentioned the story of Jiang Li. I was thinking, maybe all stories are From the beginning of Jiang Lihua, I am the son of the human god you brought out from Jiang Lihua. If not, how could you use the magic of life extension on me? A mortal body can withstand your life extension. Divine power? You introduced me to the world of Jambu and separated my soul from that of the subjugated princess because you knew that the only soul I had in the beginning was my mother’s remnant soul, so you used Ji Fuwei’s remnant soul and the remaining souls of the princess will support me, and when my three souls and seven souls have grown up, you can eliminate them."
After hearing this, the storyteller let out a long sigh.
"But why do Ji Fuwei and I look so similar?"
The storyteller shook his head, "You think I molded you in his image, but in fact, it was all God's will. I was shocked the first time I saw you. The facial features between you and him are so similar, so I I thought it was very interesting, so I brought you back to Bolu."
"After saying these things, the skylight will be opened. From now on, there will be no secrets between you and me." Ji Liyou said.
"Actually, there are many secrets that you don't know. If you want to know, I can tell you all."
"for example?"
"For example, when you were the princess in the world of Jambu, you fell in love with an emperor."
"My love has always been the man who gave me jasmine flowers." He smiled.
The storyteller was even more shocked and opened his mouth.
How smart is he, how could he think of Jasmine
"The person who gave me the jasmine flowers was Mr. Li, not the emperor. The person I love was never an emperor. It was Li Xiuning. Do you think I don't know?"
"In this case, you also know..."
"What's so hard to guess? I knew that day when God Wei Wei asked me if I liked jasmine flowers. He remembered it very clearly, but I... But what I like is not jasmine flowers, but the person who is giving me jasmine flowers."
The storyteller's eyes were filled with heat, "You knew it from that day in the tavern, why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you could understand that I had nothing to say to him. He is smarter than you and knows that I don't want to tell everything."
"Both of you know each other's identity?"
"I don't know why, the first time he saw me, I recognized him. Even though he no longer had that majestic face, I still recognized him."
"It seems that I have been worrying too much."
"Of course, you always think and calculate more. In the future, you should calculate less. People are getting old." He said narrowly.
(End of chapter)