"It's getting late, don't miss the time for the expedition." With the refreshing mountain breeze, accompanied by the hero's persistent feelings, he smiled gently and calmly, and his words and expressions faintly seemed to be as calm and breezy as ever , but it is also true that people are thousands of miles away.
"Well, wait for me to come back." Sheng Yaoshan still smiled brightly, as if he had long been used to the cold words of refusal.
She is such a single-minded person, pungent, forthright, and stubborn to the point of stubbornness, and now she is even more stubborn to the point of pity.
Knowing that she would still refuse, he would still say it.
For she would not be tender if she did not say so;
Because if he didn't say it, he wouldn't be Sheng Yaoshan.
After waiting for so long, I never confessed directly, and imagined countless possible environments and scenarios, but now I just said it outright.
It seems that if you don't talk about it, you have no chance;
It seems that if you don't say anything, you are ashamed of your own heart.
Countless expeditions are filled with fighting spirit, even knowing that it is a fierce battle that may not come back.
Only this time, there was a sudden and inexplicable fear.
Confession, farewell, said to let her wait for him, but there is a kind of sadness of farewell.
Ren San is gone, if I am not here, she...
The moment he turned around, Sheng Yaoshan burst into tears.
The bravest hero of the Great Zhou, the bravest general of the Great Zhou, only shed tears three times in his life.
The first time was for Nangong Xue.
The second time was for Ren Yue.
This time it was because of tenderness.
Galloping quickly, he rushed to Chitu's side, and a beautiful galloped on his horse, shouting and shouting resounded throughout the valley.
It was as if he had appeared in her eyes for the first time in this life.
Dressed in a green shirt, with a radiant heroic appearance, eyebrows flying into the temples, eyes piercing, and that smile, as warm as the spring sun.
A fiery red cloud, supporting a touch of dusty blue. From far to near, jump into your sight.
... The blue color is approaching, his black hair is tied into a crown, and his eyebrows are flying into the temples. His eyes are bright, his red tassels stand alone, and he is full of heroism, and he has a bright silver spear behind his back. shining brightly.
... The horse took the lead, galloping like lightning, and two rows of galloping cavalry behind him followed him like the wind, billowing dust!
"Drive—" the heroic waving sounded again!
What an imposing Sheng Yaoshan!
What a heroic boy Sheng Yaoshan!
Looking at it tenderly, I only feel that my eyes are blurred...
When he came, he came roaring;
Now he walks like the wind.
"Yaoshan. Don't blame me for being cruel. I know you are good to me. It's just that in this world, I have already identified the person who belongs to me; and the person who belongs to you must appear at the right time and in the right place." The location..." Looking at the vaguely distant direction, Gentle murmured to herself.
"Yaoshan, take care." After a long time, the mountain wind transmitted the distant and beautiful female voice to Shengyaoshan's ears.
It was at the moment of leaving the capital. There was a smile on the corner of Sheng Yaoshan's mouth, but there were tears in the corner of his eyes.
This battle is not a fierce battle. It's a fight to the death!
Like the law of change in the past dynasties, the new emperor of the Great Zhou now ascended the throne, which inevitably brought about turmoil in the frontier and rebellion by the rebels who had accumulated for a long time.
Liu Xian dealt with internal troubles wisely and firmly, while Sheng Yaoshan devoted his life to helping him and Da Zhou to prevent foreign troubles.
Another 100,000 troops died in battle, and the soldiers used their heads and blood to forge a paradise for the people to live and work in peace.
It is presumed that the peace of the world in Dazhou will be maintained steadily for a long time.
Liu Xian stood with his hands behind his back in front of the pillars in front of the gate of Qianqing Palace, with the handrails of the dragon-shaped pillars in his hands. He was no longer that six or seven-year-old ignorant child. That chubby body has long been unconsciously worrying about the country and the people. He has grown into a tall and strong body, although it is not as burly as the hero Sheng Yaoshan in his mind. It's not as good as the deceased Supreme Emperor Liu Hengwei'an, but his shoulders are enough to bear the responsibility of the entire Great Zhou, and his chest is enough to accommodate the entire Great Zhou!
"Your majesty, it's very windy here, you should go back." Ever since Eunuch Fu went with the late emperor, the little eunuch he trained—Xiao Fuzi, has been by Liu Xian's side all the time. Xiao Fuzi took a heavy shawl and gently put it on for Liu Xian.
"Is there still no news about General Sheng?" Liu Xian looked serious, staring at the sky with piercing eyes.
"Back to the emperor, the third batch of soldiers who went to search just returned from the frontier, but they still haven't found General Sheng..." Xiao Fuzi replied in a low voice, shaking his head feebly.
The sky in the capital was as clear as washing, and the entire imperial palace was caged high. A figure of an unidentifiable bird spread its wings wide and swiftly across the sky, heading towards the brightest direction of the sun, rushing straight up.
"I can't find it... Maybe... No news, it's the best news..." Liu Xian looked at Da Zhou Jiangshan in front of him empty-handedly, and muttered to himself.
In the spring of the fourth year of Chengyou Dynasty in the Great Zhou Dynasty, a historian recorded the Chronicles of the Great Zhou Dynasty. When writing about Shengyao Mountain, in order to take into account the historical truth, he had an audience with the emperor.
"Your Majesty, how should the year of birth and death of General Sheng be recorded?" the historian asked.
"Only sketch life, not death, it is the same as Mr. Songtao's records, the year of death is unknown, it is rumored that he turned into a fairy. He was named the God of War of my Great Zhou!" Liu Xian said seriously.
It was another early morning in the small courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing, with a warm mountain breeze and a warm sun.
A girl dressed in a water-colored dress, carrying a bucket alone, leaned over by the mountain spring.
The mountains in the distance and the willows nearby are quietly reflected on the mirror-like water in front of you.
As the bucket was put in, it softly shattered into a sparkling piece.
Sudden.
A pure white flower, like a cloud in the sky, floats down into the pure pool in the world.
The gentle heart that had been quiet for many years was violently awakened again at that moment!
He raised his eyes quickly.
Beside the spring, on the round and soft bluestone, stood a man in white.
His face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like autumn water, his clothes are stained with snow, his body is covered with brushes, he is left behind in the world, he is far away from the fairy house, the clear mountain breeze, skipping his fluttering hair, his large white clothes are swaying in the wind , his lips were thin and red, they were slightly parted, and there seemed to be a faint smile inadvertently revealed.
That person, that shirt, like smoke and mist, fell into the world with the wind.
A smile in white is sunny.
Suddenly raised his head, the man was in a pool of water.
On that winter day in the previous life, the unyielding boy was under the snow all over the sky.
Yi Ren's words turned into a lifelong belief.
Long waiting, finally exchanged for the moment across the water.
"Ren Yue, is that you?" After a long time, the words that I had confirmed thousands of times in my heart until I was sure, finally called out.
"Rou'er, it's me." Following that call, the unfamiliar and gentle voice finally answered.
"Ren Yue!" Wen Rou was pleasantly surprised.