"The last name is An, and the single name is one word."
Even though he was wearing the clothes of a soldier, this man still greeted him with grace and was not rude.
"It's under Liuxi." Jiang Pengji replied, and asked again, "If I'm not mistaken, Brother An is from the south?"
An Ying remembered the chat between Jiang Pengji and Wei Ci and the others when he came, and he had given up the thought of covering up.
With a haggard face, he said, "Exactly, people from Nansheng."
Although An Yin had never heard of Liu Xi's name when he was in Nansheng, but after fleeing to the north of Dongqing, where would he have never heard of it
He thought that Liu Xi should be a fairly stable man in the old city, but now that he looked at it, the other party was actually a high-spirited young man. Even though his face was heroic, he still had a bit of indescribable youth. Looking at himself, An Xing could only sigh with emotion.
An Yin, An Duoxi.
Those who are suffocated, worry too.
The elders gave An Yin the word "Duo Xi", which sounded a bit tacky, but it was full of wishes.
It's a pity that An Ying's life has completely changed since the day the Four Southern Barbarians captured the imperial capital.
Wei Ci sighed inwardly—it really was him.
When Jiang Pengji was talking to An Yin, Wei Ci lowered her eyelids calmly, and secretly clenched her hand in the long sleeve, leaving behind a few months of white nail prints. Wei Ci remembered that when he met An Yin in his last life, that person was still a little-known person.
To laugh at himself in An Yan's own words, that is - toil for more than ten years, when to stop going around.
The old country is gone, and white frost grows on the temples.
He was running around, and unknowingly he was over forty years old.
If there were no accidents, most of his life had already passed, but he still wanted to take revenge on the four southern barbarians.
An Ying and the four Nanman tribes did have a bloody feud that could not be settled.
Wei Ci sat on the side with her eyes down, listening to their conversation and thinking about her own affairs.
After the rebirth, Wei Ci didn't think about the old master, but he knew that An Xing was not his master.
This person's revenge is too strong, especially after more than ten years of wandering, his hatred for the four southern barbarians has been deeply rooted, revenge has become his inner demon and obsession, Wei Ci still remembers An Xing's order to kill The scene of the four southern barbarians.
As a native of the Central Plains, Wei Ci did not like the barbarians, but this did not mean that he could sit and watch An Xing issue a massacre order.
However, looking at the results, you can see how Wei Ci and An Yin's dispute ended.
Wei Ci lost.
The 630,000 barbarians, men, women, and children, were slaughtered and slaughtered. Several large rivers in Nansheng were blocked, and the river water was completely dyed red.
An Yu did not order to stop the soldiers, what happened before the massacre, and what the barbarians experienced, Wei Ci was even more aware of it.
After this dispute, Wei Ci and him gradually became estranged.
What Wei Ci wanted was a master who unified Kyushu, a saint who saved the people of Li people from fire and water, not a butcher who was blinded by the hatred of his family and country and who also committed numerous crimes! What is the difference between An Ying's last actions and those of the former four Southern Barbarians
Wei Ci admitted An Yin's accusation against him, saying that he had the kindness of a woman, and that he did not suffer from back pain while standing and talking.
After all, it was An Yu who was killed, his wife was killed, and his children were lost, not him.
However, this is not an excuse for An Yun to take revenge for the same reason.
Sanctioning the four southern barbarians, and some other means, can also take revenge.
Why did An Yin choose the most brutal and despised way
Wei Ci understands An Yin's revenge, but he does not approve of An Yin's behavior.
An Yin raised the army just for revenge, and his eyesight was only for revenge. What happened to the people in the world had nothing to do with him.
Such a person who gave up everything for hatred was not the clear master Wei Ci was looking for.
Different road non-phase plan.
Therefore, after Wei Ci was reborn, he did not pay special attention to the condition of the old master.
Luckily, they met so many years in advance.
At this time, Nansheng had only been destroyed for more than a year, and An Xing had only been wandering for a few months after fleeing from his home country. His face was still young, and there was a residual majesty between his brows, and he could barely maintain the only self-esteem. More than ten years later, although he was in his forties at that time, his hair and beard were all white, his face was weathered, his shoulders were slumped, and he looked like an old man, only his eyes were still sharp and unyielding.
Fengzhen noticed Wei Ci's strangeness and secretly pulled his sleeve.
"Why are you distracted?"
Wei Ci lowered her eyes and said, "Mostly I didn't sleep well last night, and I felt sleepy."
Feng Zhen followed his words very tactfully, "If you are not feeling well, go back to the carriage and rest first."
Sick seedlings should be conscious of being sick seedlings, and go to rest if they are not feeling well.
The body is the capital of doing things.
The voices of the two alarmed Jiang Pengji and An Yin.
An Xing followed the reputation and was startled by Wei Ci's appearance and bearing.
Today's An Ying has not experienced more than ten years of wandering, and Wei Ci's appearance is quite in line with his aesthetics.
Jiang Pengji also said, "Don't force it if you feel unwell, and then talk about it after you've rested."
Wei Ci didn't reluctantly, got up and left.
Feng Zhen's eyes flashed, he said goodbye, and quickly caught up with Wei Ci's footsteps.
"Why did you follow?"
Wei Ci wanted to be alone, and Feng Zhen, the cheeky one, followed him into the carriage.
"You know this An Xing." Feng Zhen said firmly, "What is the origin of this person? Looking at his face, he is not a good friend."
Wei Ci did not deny it, but said, "An Xing is a native of Zhejiang County, Jiangzhou, Nansheng. His father, grandfather, and great-grandfather have all been extremely noble officials for three generations. He is also very famous in the country. His mother is the younger sister of the lord of Nansheng, and he has some relationship with the royal family of Nansheng. On the day Nansheng destroyed the country, the entire Anyu clan…”
Feng Zhen didn't wonder why Wei Ci knew so much, this guy had always been well informed.
"Only An Yin escaped?"
Wei Ci nodded, "Yes."
Today's An Xing should be at twenty-seven or eighth, which is the proud stage of his life. If there is no Nanban invasion, he will be a winner in life.
It's a pity that An Ying's parents and family died tragically, his wife committed suicide due to the humiliation, and her daughter and son even died.
He was left alone to survive.
Putting herself in his shoes, Wei Ci could understand why An Ying hated Nanman so much.
Understand, does not mean agree.
If Anxuan was just a commoner, he let his enemies pay with blood and blood, Wei Ci praised him as a man, but Anxu was one of the princes who competed in the world at that time. Confined to hatred and regardless of reason, he gave an order to slaughter the whole of Nanman. Clan, how can such a person be the ruler of the world
Even if it gets lucky, how many years can this country last
Feng Zhen sympathized, "It's pitiful, I'm afraid I'll hate those barbarians to death."
Wei Ci said, "What's more... Maybe people can rely on their own abilities to fight back to Nansheng again."
Feng Zhen remembered the flame pattern on An Ying's arm, and seemed to understand something faintly.
He said, "This man's ambition... is not small..."