Mu Xianjun had never thought about such a question.
That is, is it appropriate to hand over what you think is the most important thing to someone you don't trust? Because this is not something that needs to be considered in itself, the answer is already deeply ingrained in everyone's mind. If you don't trust him, how can you entrust him
But Nalan Dingdong's words changed Mu Xianjun's view on this matter.
"Do you know what the consequences are?"
Mr. Mu Xian asked.
Nalan Dingdong nodded, and replied naturally: "As a general, you have to plan for the best plan and the worst plan. If the Phoenix Terrace is handed over to you, the worst prediction is that you will order red blood The eyebrow army sealed off the city, blocked the troops in my camp outside the Phoenix Terrace, and stopped any further contact. The best plan is that when I return with my troops, you will hand over the Phoenix Terrace to me."
He looked at Mu Xianjun and found some doubts in the other party's eyes, so he continued: "The importance of the Phoenix Terrace lies in the battle situation in the eastern border. For my Black Banner Army, the Phoenix Terrace itself has no special meaning. If someone can Keeping the Phoenix Terrace so that it will not be breached by foreigners will not have any impact on the battle situation in Eastern Xinjiang, and it will not have much impact on my Black Banner Army. On the contrary, if you occupy the Phoenix Terrace, I can do it It is better for the Black Banner Army to lead the soldiers freely and fight wherever they want."
He smiled and said: "To put it another way, even if the person sitting in front of me is not you Mu Xianjun, but Mu Guangling. I will choose this way, not because of any trust, but because you are suitable. Of course, I will do it. What I want is to rob your father of food, your father will naturally not help me look after the house."
Mu Xianjun seemed to have some resistance to the last sentence, but in the end he didn't refute anything.
"I've always wanted to know, why didn't you go back to the Mu Mansion directly after you survived from Penglai Island, instead of pulling up a team incognito?"
Nalan Dingdong asked.
"nothing."
Mu Xianjun turned his head away from looking at Nalan Dingdong: "Everyone has their own choice, and I don't need to tell everyone the original intention of this choice."
Nalan Dingdong nodded: "Okay, then I won't ask anymore. There are always some secrets that need to be kept in my heart, and I can only share them with myself when no one is around."
Mu Xianjun seemed to be very sensitive to this sentence. He turned his head to look at Nalan Dingdong and said, "If you just came to explain about the Phoenix Terrace, then I already know about it. After you lead the soldiers away, I will not guard this place properly." Naturally, this city is not for your Black Banner Army, but for the people of Eastern Xinjiang. No matter what I have done before or what I think of the people, now I just want to guard this land well and not let people with the same skin color as me wear clothes. People who wear the same clothes and speak the same language are bullied."
"If you have nothing else to do, you can leave."
He said.
Nalan Dingdong was not angry. He stood up and walked out. He said as he walked, "My father was a warrior of the Beiliao tribe. He died in a battle with the Mengyuan people. However, in order to ensure that the tribe will not suffer The revenge of the Mongolian people, and those who died with him were not recognized in the end. Even the Khan of the Northern Liao tribe declared that they were rebels and had nothing to do with the Northern Liao tribe."
"I used to think about how to justify my father's name."
Nalan Dingdong paused, and then smiled: "So when I was young, I kept fighting with people and telling them that my father was a great hero. At that time, my nose was almost always bruised, because too many children just Think traitors deserve to die, and don’t ask the truth. Later I found out that every child I fought with would still get a beating after returning home, and their parents would solemnly tell them that my Dad was really a big hero."
He looked at Mu Xianjun's back: "So, sometimes what you think you don't agree with and feel disgusted with is just because you are a child and all you face are children. A truly mature person will be able to discern the truth. In my opinion, there are only three reasons why you chose to hide your name and fight against foreigners.”
"Number one, you feel you have to avenge those brothers."
"Secondly, you feel that your reputation was too bad among the common people. If you tell them that you are Lord Mu Xian, you are afraid that those brothers in your Red Eyebrow Army will reject you. You think they don't like Mu Xian The code name Jun, but to respect the big leader who covered his face."
"Third, you feel that you have been living a very wrong life before, and that the direction you are pursuing in life is wrong. Now you want to correct it, but you dare not use your true identity to correct it. You want to prove yourself and prove yourself to everyone , including your father... I think, you must have thought that one day after you defeated the foreigners with the Red Eyebrow Army, you would return home in armor and tell him that you did it."
Mu Xianjun turned his head sharply: "Enough!"
His eyes were a little red: "My business has nothing to do with you. No matter what purpose I set up the Red Eyebrow Army, it has nothing to do with you. Don't think that you can say anything casually because you saved the Red Eyebrow Army. I don't allow anyone to point fingers at my affairs!"
Nalan Dingdong shrugged his shoulders: "Okay... But, you overlooked one thing."
Mu Xianjun asked almost subconsciously: "What?"
Nalan Dingdong said: "You have always been afraid that your brothers in the Red Eyebrow Army would know that you are the young master of Mufu, and you were afraid of losing their trust and respect. But now, everyone in the Red Eyebrow Army already knows You are Mu Guangling's son, have they ever left you?"
Nalan Dingdong walked out of the room: "When you are no longer a child, the people around you are no longer children."
Mu Xianjun's expression changed.
He looked at Nalan Dingdong, but the other party had already walked out of the room.
The breeze blowing in from outside the door seemed to help him sort out his emotions. Sometimes, some words can always touch the softest part of the heart.
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Mu Xianjun stood in front of a large bronze mirror, looking at himself in the mirror. Sometimes he always feels that he is very dazzling, or that he is not pleasing to the eye. Especially after he lost an arm, he never wanted to see himself again. He likes to cover himself in baggy clothes and hide his bare shoulder.
It's been a long, long time since I've looked at myself like this.
Mu Xianjun suddenly found that his appearance was no longer so annoying. When his gaze stayed on the broken arm, he realized that he could face it so calmly. In the past, every time he saw this severed arm, he would be angry and wish to destroy everything in front of him.
He would take out his anger on others and beat and scold the servants in the mansion.
But now, he didn't even feel how ugly it was there.
"The chief."
His personal soldiers came in from the outside, intending to tell him that the Black Banner Army had made a large-scale mobilization of soldiers and horses, but found the chief standing in front of the bronze mirror with a smile on his face. That smile was so natural, it wasn't a smile for laugh's sake at all. What surprised this soldier the most was that the chief didn't cover his face today, nor did he wear that particularly wide robe.
"What's up?"
Mu Xianjun turned around and asked.
The soldier opened his mouth wide, but forgot what he wanted to say before.
"ah?"
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly bowed his head: "General Nalan is already mobilizing troops, and has already handed over the defense of the city wall to us. The following leaders asked me to come over and ask if the big leader is going to call everyone Discuss about the defense?"
"good."
Mu Xianjun nodded: "Put the armor on for me."
The soldiers were stunned again. You must know that Mr. Mu Xian never knew how to wear armor before, because even a person with a high level of cultivation could not put on armor for himself with one arm. And Mu Xianjun seemed to mind others seeing his severed arm, and he didn't even allow anyone to enter his residence.
"What are you stunned for?"
Mu Xianjun smiled and said, "Whoever will be on duty in the future will help me wear the armor."
"Here!"
The soldiers responded excitedly, and found that today's chief is very different.
"Also, go carry a jug of wine, I want to see General Nalan off."
"Here."
"What are you smirking at?"
"I just feel that the big leader is wearing armor, really energetic."
"Ha ha!"
Mu Xianjun smiled so freely.
The personal soldiers carefully put on the armor for him, then took a few steps back and looked at this different leader carefully. He used to be in awe of the big leader, but today he discovered that the big leader is so approachable. In the past, even when fighting side by side on a battlefield, he felt that there was a distance between himself and the big boss. But today, although there was a distance, he found that he and the chief were more intimate.
"Boss, are you really the young master of the Mu family?"
He asked a question, and then realized that his question was a bit idiotic. When he came to his senses, his expression changed and he was very nervous. He is afraid that the big boss will turn his face, he is afraid of the cold eyes that the big boss sometimes appears inadvertently.
"yes."
Unexpectedly, Mu Xianjun smiled and nodded.
"I used to be so proud that I thought it was true, and I used to think that it was okay. But now I realize that this kind of identity is something in my blood, and it is impossible to deny it. My name is Mu Xianjun, and I am the son of Mu Guangling. I should tell you something Sorry, I should have told you this sooner."
He answered with a smile.
The guard suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he found that the big leader at this time was extraordinarily tall.
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A one-armed general stood on the city wall of Phoenix Terrace. He used to have a particularly prominent status. But there is no doubt that compared with the glory of the past, the glory of the past is so insignificant. He stood on the city wall and looked into the distance, his eyes were so pure without any impurities.
He saw the retreating Black Banner Army team marching like a long dragon, and watched the fluttering Black Banner Army fire red battle flag fluttering in the wind.
"Will I still hate him?"
The name popped up in Mu Xianjun's heart, the name he once hated to the bone. He used to think that he would never appear in the same place with that person, and even the thought of being under the same sky with that person would be unbearable. But today, he found that he still wanted to beat that guy up, but... it had nothing to do with hatred.
"You are a difficult person to understand."
He said to himself with some emotion: "I have always wondered why you would send troops all the way to Eastern Xinjiang to fight against foreigners. I never thought you were a selfless person in thought, but since you can accept People like Lan Dingdong cast their eyes on the five bodies you admire, so you must have something special."
Mu Xianjun murmured: "If you come to Dongjiang again, I would like to get to know you again."