[thirty-seven]
"Your Highness, I just received the news that a traitor in the group has privately stockpiled ammunition. It seems that he was instigated by the Wulin League. The people below have arrested him and are interrogating him." Jiao Jiaoran said.
Zhou Rongyun raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do you need to discuss such trivial matters with me?"
Jiao Jiaoran said with a embarrassed smile: "The traitor is General Wang's adjutant, but General Wang is His Highness's former subordinate... I thought, this matter should be left to His Highness—"
Zhou Rongqi said: "Understood."
Jiao Jiaoran lowered her head and collected her expression, and was about to back out, when she saw a dagger hanging from his waist out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but pause.
"What?" Zhou Rongyun lowered his eyes, "Oh, this is the meeting gift brought by that heretic last time."
Jiao Jiaoran said: "When the heretics surrendered, they brought a few magical soldiers from other sects for us to study the forging technology of this world. But don't blame me for talking too much, Your Highness. These magical soldiers are full of human blood for thousands of years, I'm afraid it's a bit ominous .It is said that the previous owners of this 'Spring Breeze Ci Pen' either died young or died alone. The death was particularly miserable..." She drawled her voice, "Your Highness, please be careful."
Zhou Rongyun chuckled, and Jiao Jiaoran's expression changed.
Zhou Rongyun said: "I don't want you to worry about it."
[thirty eight]
After Jiao Jiaoran left, Zhou Rongyun turned around and said, "Did you hear clearly?"
There was a soft sound from behind the bookcase, and Li Ke turned around with a complicated expression, and raised the teapot to refill Zhou Rongqi's cup: "I think she has malicious intentions. This is obviously sowing discord, and she wants to cut off your wings."
"Of course she has no good intentions. If the pioneering team wants to convince the public, they must support me, an aboriginal, and make wedding clothes for others. They have lost a lot."
Li Ke gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, why bother wading into this muddy water? You have obviously been reborn once, and you have given up in your previous life..."
"It's because I was reborn once, don't you understand?"
Li Ke was taken aback.
Zhou Rongyun sipped his tea and said: "In my previous life, after I gave up killing the king, I lived alone until the end of my life, and then I returned to the time when I first met you. Although I lived in seclusion in that life, I also knew that the end would be a change of dynasty."
"..."
"If the mantis is used as a chariot, I don't need to pay for my life. But since I already know that the emperor is destined to die, and let me meet the pioneer team in this life, wouldn't it be just right to take advantage of the opportunity to end him personally?"
[thirty-nine]
Li Ke hesitated to speak, and said after a long time: "But can you predict whether it will be the Pioneer Group or the Wulin League that will win the country in the end?"
"I can't." Zhou Rongzhen smiled, "I don't care either."
"..."
"Regardless of past and present lives, I have no interest in the throne. I just want to watch the emperor die. When he dies, we can leave."
Li Ke stared at him blankly. Zhou Rongyun's tone slowed down a bit, and he said again: "What's more, if the time traveler takes power, he can transform this world into something similar to your hometown."
Li Ke almost shed tears.
He really wanted to ask: Is it worth it if the mountains and rivers are broken and the lives are devastated
But this question could not be exported in the end. Not because I dare not, but because it is meaningless.
[forty]
"Ancestor." Xie Liang said.
"Ancestor, you haven't written a manuscript for three days. Have you found your hand today?"
During the signing tour, Fan Aiguo spent the whole day in the carriage, ignoring anyone who spoke to him.
Xie Liang yelled outside on a horse for a long time, but no one answered, so he had to take the place of the coachman, sitting in front of the curtain to control the reins, patiently doing psychological counseling, it looked like he was muttering to himself from a distance.
"If you keep getting stuck, we'll die together. Let's talk about life."
…
"I put myself in your place and thought about it. The pressure is indeed quite heavy. There are always people who hate you in the world. What is this? Don't you still have so many true fans. Although you really don't have much literary talent—" Xie Liang said "bah" Hit yourself, "But at least there is progress."
…
"As for surpassing Liang Zhu, that's what the host said, you just do your best." Xie Liang turned his head and looked at the car curtain for a long time, and said sincerely, "At least I have always been optimistic about you."
…
"Fan Aiguo? If you don't say anything, I'm going to barge in."
There was silence inside the curtain. Anxiety gradually surged in Xie Liang's heart, and he lifted the curtain of the car, only to see Fan Aiguo stretched out into a "big" character, snoring for a long time.
Xie Liang reined in his horse suddenly, and with a "crack" sound, the long sword was nailed to the side of Fan Aiguo's neck, and he grabbed him and raised his hand, saying: "I can't take it anymore, I'll beat you to death before you turn yourself in."
"Don't, don't, don't!" Fan Aiguo pissed off, "Just now I had a flash of inspiration in my dream, and I thought of a perfect ending destined to last forever."
[forty one]
Yingtai heard that Shan Bo was not dead, so she had no idea, so she hurriedly went to the thatched cottage to find it, but the house was empty, and there was only a piece of paper left on the table, which wrote: "The world is like this, it's like a big dream, Take the wind to go back, please don't read it."
Yingtai wept and said: "He has gone back to his time. There is no peace in this world that he seeks, and this world is not worthy of him." But could she just marry and live the rest of her life in regret? No, she vowed to find him. Yingtai said to herself: "Tomorrow, I will find a way to get back to him. After all, tomorrow is another day."
Yingtai walked alone and soon disappeared. Ma Wencai looked for her everywhere, but he finally went to the thatched cottage, picked up the letter paper and flipped through it, and suddenly saw that there were densely written words on the back of the paper. Ma Wen only read a few lines, and it turned out that it was filled with poems foretelling the fate of the Zhu family and the Ma family. The last poem reads: "Those who see through, escape into Buddhism; those who are obsessed, lose their lives in vain. It's like eating all the birds and throwing them into the forest, leaving a piece of white land, so clean."
Marvin suddenly realized that according to the prophecy, the moment he finished reading the poem, the town would be swept away from the ground by the hurricane, and the family that had suffered a hundred years of loneliness was destined not to reappear a second time.
(Finish)
[Forty-two]
Xie Liang held the manuscript paper and shed two lines of tears.
Xie Liang choked up and said, "It's so tragic, it's a master's handwriting, covering everything. You wrote it yourself?"
Fan Aiguo said without changing his face: "Now it is."
"..."
[forty three]
Fan Aiguo created an eternal ending, the spring breeze was so proud of the horseshoe disease that he could float into the air with a single breath.
At the signing event the next day, fans expressed their love for "The Black Belly Gardener Falls in Love with Me". Fan Aiguo smiled modestly and said, "It's just a few moanings."
"Ah—" the crowd threw out brocade sachets one after another.
Xie Liang's mouth twitched.
After the signing was over, Fan Aiguo was in a good mood, and he pulled the officers and soldiers in the township and said cordially, "Thank you for your hard work, big brother."
"It's not hard, it's not hard." The officer and soldier lowered his head and smiled shyly, "My younger sister was originally a fan of Mr. Fan's books."
Fan Aiguo was about to swell up to the sky, and said kindly: "That's a coincidence, why don't I sign her autograph?"
"Thank you very much." The officer said shyly, "I will definitely burn it to her."
"..."
Xie Liang glanced at Fan Aiguo who was petrified in place.
The officers and soldiers said: "This book is well written. If there were no wars in this world, my sister would still be alive today, accepting Mr. Fan's signature with her own hands."
Xie Liang opened his mouth and said: "Your sister has a spirit in the sky, so there is a little bit of comfort."
Fan Aiguo stiffly picked up a pen and signed his name, and finally organized his lines: "I hope the day when the aborigines and the traversers coexist peacefully will come soon, and there will be no more conflicts and wars in the world."
The officer and soldier's eyes were red instantly, and he was moved: "Mr. Fan is so righteous, he is really a living Bodhisattva."
"..."
The officers and soldiers said: "You give me autographs, I don't have anything in return, but I can protect you for a walk around the city."
Xie Liang looked him up and down vigilantly, but Fan Aiguo suddenly remembered something and asked, "Brother, can you take me to a high place? The one where you can have a bird's-eye view of the whole city and the mountains and clouds in the distance."
[Forty-four]
Long Daxia walked into the pharmacy, reached out and took off his bloody clothes.
Although the Martial Arts League cut off the supply of arms to the Pioneering Team several times, they sent additional manpower as compensation to attack the city for the traverser camp. Relying on his superior force, Long Daxia took the lead every time, and made a lot of great achievements as if he had entered the land of no one in the hail of bullets. But he is a mortal body after all, so it is inevitable that he will suffer some minor injuries after many times.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Tao." Long Daxia said in a low voice.
Tao Zhongchi applied medicine to the wound on his shoulder, and said softly, "It's nothing serious, but I need to rest more recently, so don't fight anymore."
Long Daxia was silent.
Tao Zhongchi said: "Can't do it?"
Dragon Warrior shook his head. Tao Zhongchi sighed, "Why do people work so hard?"
Long Daxia smiled wryly: "I didn't believe in the nonsense of ending war with war." But he didn't say any more.
Tao Zhongchi didn't ask any more questions, and pointed out, "At least remember, someone is waiting for you to come back with your life."
Long Daxia followed her fingers and looked at the sleeping figure behind the gauze tent, his eyes were calm.
[forty five]
"This is the highest place in the whole city." The officer and soldier grinned, "The weather is fine today, just right for viewing."
He took Fan Aiguo directly to the tower.
Looking down, although some of the neighborhood shops in the town are closed, and the carriages and horses are a bit sluggish, the willows are green and the spring mountains are rolling. It seems that they have not been affected by the war, and they still have a prosperous and gentle appearance.
Xie Liang didn't care to appreciate it, he glanced around alertly, and then looked back and forth at the guards of the city, feeling uneasy after all, so he turned around and urged, "Is it almost there?"
Fan Aiguo didn't answer.
Xie Liang frowned and said in a low voice: "Haven't seen enough? If you want to draw material, you can find another one—" Before he finished speaking, he saw Fan Aiguo's expression.
Fan Aiguo stood there blankly, looking in the opposite direction.
The officer and soldier then looked at the scene outside the city wall, scratched his head and said, "Don't be afraid, it was already half a year ago, and there is no fighting in this area now. It's just that the prefect has demoted the pioneer team to prevent the exiles from entering the city."
A gust of warm wind blows, blowing some sand and soil from the mottled city wall.
Xie Liang closed his eyes, grabbed Fan Aiguo and said, "Let's go."
Fan Aiguo staggered slightly and turned around. Before following him downstairs, he turned his head and took one last look at the scorched earth that used to be the town in the distance.
Spring is in full bloom, the sun shines on the fields of white flowers
[forty-six]
The starved and stumped white flowers.
[forty seven]
"Ancestor." Xie Liang said.
"Ancestor, what are you up to? The Martial Arts League is so urgent that I'm going to meet you. You've already finished the manuscript, why don't you send it out to escape the sea of suffering?"
…
"Fan Aiguo."
…
Xie Liang sighed, opened the curtain of the car, lowered his head and got in.
Fan Aiguo returned to the state of gray eye circles like ghosts, sitting cross-legged in the corner of the carriage, writing something crookedly with a pen. The crumpled manuscript paper has already filled half a page, but upon closer inspection, all the lines have been painted black.
The carriage was rickety, Xie Liang looked at him and blinked, and said: "Have you been possessed by the Dragon Warrior?"
"What?" Fan Aiguo looked up as if waking up from a dream.
"This face is windy and cold, and it looks very unharmonious."
"..."
Xie Liang said, "Do you want to rewrite the ending?"
Fan Aiguo was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."
Xie Liang said: "Why? Wasn't the previous one bad?"
"Extremely good." Fan Aiguo smiled bitterly, "It's so good that I won't be able to change it better in my next life. The only bad thing is that I didn't say that."
Fan Aiguo threw away the manuscript paper and looked back at Xie Liang, his expression almost confused: "I didn't have anything to say before, but now I suddenly have. But what can I say? Who would want to listen?"
[Forty eight]
Xie Liang stared quietly at Fan Aiguo for a while, then sat cross-legged across from him, and said with his chin in his hands: "Before, I thought I would never be able to become a Dragon Warrior. As a swordsman, a Dragon Warrior can sweep thousands of armies, but I was blamed After hunting for more than half a year, I still have to rely on him to save my life in the end."
He didn't care whether Fan Aiguo was listening or not, and said directly: "Later, I felt that it was okay if I couldn't become a Dragon Warrior. It was because I was framed by someone, and I proved my innocence in embarrassment, and I got rid of the traitor for the Wulin League. Although Small things, that's what I did too. How many people in this world can leave their names behind? Don't the little people deserve to live because of this?"
"..."
Xie Liang said: "If you have something you want to write, just write it boldly. You don't need to think about surpassing anyone. Even if one person hears it, it will be your imprint."
[forty nine]
Shanbo walked through the ruins of the town with his burden on his back, and looked back at the collapsed gate of Zhu Mansion from afar.
Yingtai said: "I don't know when I will return from this trip." Shanbo took her hand and said with a smile, "You and I are in the same heart, what more fear?" He was separated from his family again, but standing side by side with this person, there seemed to be a vast world in front of him, and he couldn't help laughing and shedding tears.
(
end of part one)
[Fifty]
…
"I'm so stupid, really." Xie Liang said.
"I just encouraged him to write the ending he wanted, but I didn't know that what he thought was not the ending." Xie Liang said.
The host smiled and said, "Isn't it great? The Pioneering Team is approaching the capital, so it's time to change people on the dragon chair. After a good show, we're waiting for the next round."
Fan Aiguo let out a muffled cough.
The landlord said: "You
Write the second part well, deliver the manuscript more diligently, and don't keep embarrassing Mr. Xie. Organizations need you to shine. How many words did you write in the first issue? "
[fifty one]
Fan Aiguo recalled the blank manuscript paper on the desk, and then glanced at Xie Liang.
Fan Aiguo said firmly: "Three thousand words."
[Finish]
The author has something to say: 1. Fan Aiguo wrote different fonts for the play within the play written in the physical book, and jj does not have this function, so I can only explain that "The Starving and Stumped Limbs of White Flowers" was written by Fan Aiguo of.
2. Fan Aiguo’s fake Butterfly Lovers ending, which combines elements of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", "Gone with the Wind", and "Dream of Red Mansions", especially noted