"Hahaha!"
Zhao Yun laughed, and after hearing all the stories about Zhuge Liang and Huang Yueying, he admired them even more. What a couple with unparalleled talents, leaving behind four stories that will last forever.
Huang Yueying's "three no-marriages" cleverly judged her husband's love, and Zhuge Liang's "wooden flow of cattle and horses" cleverly welcomed the bride. Only when you take off the red hijab can you see the beautiful face of the moon, and the wonder of the ages can only be seen by looking at the feather fan.
"The Prime Minister and the Prime Minister's wife are truly a match made by God. Zilong has never seen such a well-matched couple! No wonder brides in later generations wear red hijabs. This is the origin of this!" Zhao Yun said with a smile.
"What are you talking about, General Zhao? Liang, I have rarely seen Yueying since I came out of the mountain. I have already failed her," Zhuge Liang sighed.
Looking back on the past, when the two were in their prime, he left for the sake of the world. Although he later returned to Longzhong to take her out, he didn't have time to stay with her.
Only when they were making Zhuge Liannu and Muliu Niu Ma did they spend a short period of time together in peace. But when the wooden cow and flowing horse were made, the peerless beauty was already old.
Because of the wrath of heaven, his end was approaching, and he was disfigured and disfigured. He came out to fight for twenty-seven years, and left Huang Yueying alone in the empty house for twenty-seven years.
But she still didn't complain at all and stayed silently behind him. Even after her death, she knelt down in front of her grave and cried so hard that her heart broke.
Not long after, the fragrance disappeared and turned into the flowers and plants around the place where he was buried. Because it has a special power, no animal dares to approach it.
These are some of the tricks Huang Yueying asked Zhuge Liang to teach her, and she has already thought about it. If her husband dies one day, she will never live alone, but she cannot die in vain.
They made arrangements for their children before they died, and then went to the grave to pray. If they buried their obsessions here, they would turn into flowers and plants to accompany them.
As long as Zhuge Liang's obsession persisted, the spiritual power of these flowers and plants would exist forever, accompanying him through the changes of the four seasons, being destroyed by natural disasters, and being reborn again when the spring breeze blew.
"The Prime Minister has made my wife's story famous forever, but what about me? I don't know why it is sung by the world, but there is no record of her in the history books."
"She clearly loves me so much and is willing to stay with me, a person who may die at any time, for the rest of her life. But not only did I leave her alone for a lifetime, I also failed to leave her with a well-known name."
Zhao Yun shook his head sadly. Over the past thousand years, he had been missing that beautiful woman and wanted to do everything he could to make up for it. But after all, that person is no longer here, leaving only regrets.
"General Zhao, I can't blame you for this. The master didn't have time to give you the position of Yun Chang and others, so it will naturally not be recorded in the history books. Besides, you," Zhuge Liang said slowly.
Zhao Yun nodded when he heard this and said: "I know. In fact, as a guard general, I can lead the army to fight. It is not easy for them to call me General Huwei."
"Brother Yun, how can I fight for their status? The Prime Minister and I have the same idea. As a monk, we should stand up for the world. Fame and wealth in this world are nothing more than clouds."
"It's just that the world has remembered me, but not her. Zilong feels so guilty!! Although she is just a mortal, she is the woman who loves me most, but I..."
Zhao Yun had tears in his eyes as he thought of his wife. Throughout his life, he thought he was worthy of anyone, but only this woman, he knew that he owed her his life.
That year, they met on the battlefield. This woman is as beautiful as a man and has superb martial arts skills. Even if she is surrounded by enemy troops, she still does not feel fear.
Later, he broke into her battlefield alone and on a horse, and rescued her from the enemy. Later, the Shu army came to help, and the two worked together to break out of the siege.
After that, she fell in love with him. In her words, it is: "That day, you broke into my world wearing a silver helmet and white robes, a white horse and a silver spear, one person and one rider."
"Since then, I have been unable to leave. Every time I see your white back, I can't help but miss you."
That was the first time in Zhao Yun's life that a woman showed her love so straightforwardly and simply. He was a powerful monk, and he could tell at a glance that the woman in front of him meant what he said.
This kind of sincerity is stronger than what Mrs. Fan has seen before. Because he knew that although Mrs. Fan was a little infatuated with him, part of the reason was due to coercion.
And their relationship cannot be messy. No matter how much she loves him, she will never accept it, and Zhao Yun will not allow such a messy thing to happen.
But the woman in front of him definitely had the strongest affection for him, but Zhao Yun was already many years older than her in terms of mortal age at that time.
He also knew that he was being punished by heaven and his longevity was rapidly declining. Maybe the mortal woman in front of him will live longer than him. If he accepts it, wouldn't he be betraying her
But later they were matched by various acquaintances from Shu Kingdom, and they finally got together. She gave up fighting and killing and became a good wife behind her husband.
However, Zhao Yun rarely accompanied her during his military life. He only left two children behind, and he rarely even got to see his mother and son. As a result, his children were just mortals.
Moreover, her martial arts skills were far inferior to hers, and even though she was in her prime, she was slowly getting older in her own eyes. When he finally passed away, she was heartbroken.
Shortly after his death, she followed him. This is the woman Zhao Yun has been ashamed of in his life, Ma Chao's sister, Ma Yunlu.
"Yunlu." Zhao Yun whispered that familiar name, tears falling involuntarily.
"General Zhao, Miss Yunlu must know that you have been missing her day and night for thousands of years. If you know someone under the spring, you will also smile." Zhuge Liang sighed.
He didn't know how to comfort Zilong. After his wife died, at least until now, he could still sense a faint obsession that was almost completely dissipated.
Moreover, his feather fan has been very well protected by him during these thousands of years. Except for the marks on the handle caused by his rubbing, it is almost as new as ever.
As long as he saw this fan, he would feel like seeing Huang Yueying, and he could even feel a trace of the spiritual power she had left in it.
However, Zhao Yun never taught his wife how to practice cultivation. In this time, Ma Yunlu has been reincarnated countless times. Things about him have long been forgotten by Meng Po Tang.
And he could only miss lovesickness bitterly. No matter how much I search, it is difficult to find even the slightest bit of Yunlu's obsessive soul. After all, I am only a mortal, and this kind of thing cannot last long.
Not to mention the eternity
Then Zhuge Liang shook his feather fan slightly and transformed into a wine vessel. Gu Zi filled two glasses of spiritual wine and drank with Zhao Yun. They are almost like-minded and suffer from the same pain.
They all gave up their spiritual practice for the sake of the people in the world, and each of them was responsible for an infatuated woman, leaving behind thousands of years of regret. No matter how much words you say, it is better to drink a bottle of wine and have a hangover.
Even though they knew that the bitter wine would make their throats more painful, they still insisted on getting drunk because the spiritual wine could make their souls faint. In dreams, you can see the beautiful woman again.
You can also forget all the heartache in that short dream. Although the dream will be shattered like a bubble in the end, and they will be even more heartbroken when they wake up, they are willing to do so.
The two of them drank for three days and three nights. The two grown men talked to each other and shed countless tears. Those tears weren't real, but they were real.
This is their soul crying, the tears condensed by the soul, which are more uncomfortable than coming from the heart. They are the pain of the soul.
The tears fall into the cup and the light disperses, and the pain gathers in the heart of the tearful person.
Later, Zhao Yun fell asleep and returned to Zhao Changge's gentian silver gun. He truly felt the heartbreaking sadness and couldn't help but grab his heart with all his strength.
A sharp pain came, as if another awl was hitting his heart violently. Each time he was tortured more harshly than ever before. Even after his heart was pierced, he still didn't stop and tortured him repeatedly.
"Uh-huh!!"
Zhao Changge fell to the ground and huddled up, clutching his heart. Saliva flowed out of his mouth involuntarily. His eyes were wide open and he didn't even dare to breathe. Because with just a slight movement, his heart felt like it was pierced by ten thousand feet.
And not only that, there was a suffocation in his chest that he couldn't let out no matter what, and his teeth were almost broken. But it can only increase the pain and suffering, both physically and mentally.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, Zhuge Liang appeared from behind him and cast a spell to stop the pain. After Changge took a breath, he stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Senior Wuhou, General Zhao."
"Trapped by love, this is the pain he has endured alone for thousands of years, all because he betrayed a woman." Zhuge Liang said slowly.
"What?! This kind of pain has lasted for eternity?!"
Zhao Changge broke out in cold sweat, and he would never forget the pain he felt just now. Once it occurs, there will be regret, sorrow, heart-wrenching pain, and even the soul is as painful as a knife.
Did Zhao Yun bear this kind of pain alone for eternity? ! How much does he love that woman? So much so that I can't forget it for thousands of years, and I have been enduring this pain.
"The world only knows the victorious general Zhao Zilong, but they don't know the infatuated Zhao Yun." Zhuge Liang shook his head and sighed.
Then he turned around and left, Zhao Changge clutching his chest where he was, recalling the pain just now and Wu Hou's words. He learned a lot about this idol, but he couldn't be happy no matter what.