Tears welled up from Chu Qiao's eyes line by line. She untied the heavy coat and let the expensive cloak fall to the ground. At this moment, the famous general who shocked Simon and frightened the entire Great Xia Dynasty disappeared. She was just a lost girl with pale cheeks, thin and thin eyes, and deep eye sockets. Gloomy, tears rolled down her pale and thin cheeks, dried by the cold wind, aching.
It wasn't until this moment that she suddenly realized that her love for Yan Xun was so profound. Years of accumulation, those emotions have already become a part of her body like blood. Once, when he and Zhao Chun'er were engaged, she didn't notice it; when she was forced to go to Bian Tang to separate him from him, she didn't notice it; She didn't notice it either. Because at that time, no matter how far they were apart, their hearts were together. She knew that he loved her so deeply, so deeply, even if he was forced to stay with others, even if they were separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, Even if death is imminent, just like this, the world will never meet again.
But at this moment, he was standing behind her, watching her staggering figure walking alone, she suddenly realized that nothing was as heart-wrenching as his doubts!
Her love and loyalty to him are like mountains and seas, even if blood is turned into ashes, it shouldn't change. As long as the trust is still there, even if she dies, she will not blink an eye. Therefore, when he gave up the Southwest Township's envoy in Zhenhuang City, she was not angry. When he gave up on Yanbei again, she completely forgave him in an instant. Then, he killed the officers and soldiers of the Southwest Township's government envoy, and shielded Cheng Yuan. Whose fault was it that he went further and further along this road? Is it those unbearable experiences? Is it that monstrous blood feud? Is it years of depression and madness? Or was it she who failed to hold him
With a flash of her figure, she walked into a quiet and dark tent, and the snow-white tents stood up like white graves.
Chu Qiao's feet swayed, and she fell down on the snow. She stretched out her arms to support the ground, but she couldn't get up.
A deep and suppressed cry burst out suddenly, and she knelt on the ground, holding the snow in her hand, as if holding a cold knife, it hurt so much. Her shoulders trembled, and she could no longer hold back the sadness that filled her heart, and the tears meandered down her face.
Yan Xun, how can you not believe me? How can you doubt me
The snow was getting bigger and bigger. Chu Qiao was dressed in white, lying on the snow, covering her mouth and weeping in a muffled voice. The snowflakes fell on her shoulders and gradually piled up so high. On the second day, Chu Qiao personally made a request to Yan Xun to leave the eastern war zone and return to Yanbei with the officers and soldiers of the Southwest town government. They went to Shangshen Huihui Mountain to build water conservancy, develop farming, and carry out the post-war reconstruction work that had been planned long ago.
Yan Xun was stunned for a long time looking at the respectful and humble memorial form, and then silently signed the word "promise". There are not many strokes in this character, but he wrote it for a long time. After writing, it was already bright outside, and the sun shone on the snow, but it seemed even more deserted here.
On the day Chu Qiao left, the sky was cloudless, and the haze of a few days ago was gone. Except for Ping An, no one from the whole army came to see her off, and neither did Yan Xun. She was riding on the horse, looking up at the blue sky, there was a white eagle hovering in the sky, its shrill cry echoed for a long time.
Yan Xun, I'm leaving, take care of yourself.
The day when I left Shang Shen was a very sunny day, even though the new year was approaching and the weather was cold, the sky was fine, clear blue, like a puddle of clear water, the sun was warm and bright, like silk sprinkled with gold. On the white snow field, a line of fat and healthy war horses walked on the galloping road, winding and long, there were more than 2,000 people.
Now, it is the end of the 776th year of the Bai Cang calendar, and the new year will be half a month away. Along the way, I met many business travelers who came from the mainland to do business. Wealth and wealth are in danger. Nowadays, Yanbei’s commerce and trade are developed. Even if the war on the border has not subsided, there are still many inland businessmen who come to Yanbei via southern Xinjiang and enter Yanbei by water. bought and sold.
Chu Qiao took off the heavy hood, looked up at the blue sky, her eyes were as clear as water. Another year passed in the blink of an eye, and the old girl grew a little taller, and the outline of her eyebrows became a little more mature. Her hair was neatly tied up, she was wearing a blue fur, and she was riding on a fiery red trench coat. immediately.
Ge Qi rode back from the front and said to her: "My lord, Commander He Xiao sent back the news that we will set up camp at the foot of Minxi Mountain tonight, and he and the vanguard are ready."
Chu Qiao nodded, and suddenly heard the roar of the war eagle above her head, she immediately raised her head and looked far away.
After passing Minxi Mountain, it is Huoleiyuan, and further ahead is Yanbei's newly conquered northwest barrier. It used to be the land of Daxia, but now it has been submerged in Yanbei's territory, and the war under Yanming Pass has also continued. A whole year.
In this year, many things happened. As the most turbulent and chaotic year in Simon Continent, 775 will definitely leave a heavy mark in the history books. After the war between Great Xia and Yanbei started, just halfway through the war, civil unrest in Beidu and the Seven Kings broke out in succession in the country, which greatly limited the input of materials and soldiers for the Northwest War. In desperation, Zhao Che had no choice but to change the original attack to defense and defend Yanming Pass to create time for the domestic war to calm down. However, just after recovering from his breath, Emperor Bian Tang passed away suddenly, Prince Li Ce ascended to the throne in turmoil, and because of the counterattack and instigation of sinister forces in the country, a small-scale war broke out between Daxia and Bian Tang on the border. If Zhao Yang hadn't been sent to the border to extinguish the flames of war in time, Daxia would have faced the embarrassing and difficult situation of a war on the third front.
Everyone in the world has seen that in just one year, Great Xia, a former military power, has clearly declined. In the west, they were unable to regain Yanbei; in the north, they were unable to appease the people; in the south, they were unable to deter Bian and Tang; Today's Simon Land is no longer the situation where one family dominates.
Half a year ago, Yan Xun officially ascended the throne in Sunset Mountain, Yanbei established itself as a country, the country name was Yan, and Yuan was changed to Chuyuan. Except for Daxia, Bian Tang and Huai Song did not raise any objections to this. In this way, he finally became the true master of the territory of Yanbei, and he firmly secured Yanbei's throne in a veritable name.
Chu Qiao didn't go that day, she waved off her subordinates and climbed up Huihui Mountain by herself. Going back to the top of the mountain is the Nada Palace, which was built by Yan Shicheng for the princess Baisheng. It is built with snow-white flowers and birds, hidden in the bright red and yellow flowers, like an ink painting, quiet and peaceful, without a trace of human fireworks . The flying eaves and brackets are as exquisite as a fairyland, and the gurgling sound of the water seems to be telling the virtuous king's love for his wife.
Sitting back on the top of the mountain, she heard the leisurely singing of a shepherd boy from the pasture in midsummer. The melodious and melodious voice made people feel very peaceful. She looked at the iron-gray shadow of the sunset mountain on the horizon, and smiled slightly. Even across thousands of mountains and rivers, she seemed to see the man in a dragon robe, resplendent with golden light. The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, she smiled softly, raised her head, the breeze was blowing on her face, and the hem of her blue clothes swayed slightly, like a blooming green lotus.
Today's Yanbei is not what it used to be. Huai Song's economic support, Yan Xun's strategic advantages, and Chu Qiao's construction and reforms in the interior of Yanbei over the past year have all predicted that this empire will surely grow. rise slowly. Today's Yanbei is far ahead of the other three countries in terms of military weapons. Under the leadership of Chu Qiao, they have successively built large-scale arsenals, developed more than 30 large mining areas, built water conservancy, and changed the situation that Yanbei is not suitable for farming. A large number of grain production areas have been developed in Shangshen Huihui Mountain area. This autumn, Yanbei's grain production has more than doubled compared with previous years, and the army has basically achieved self-sufficiency. They actively developed medical institutions, opened military schools, developed business contacts with Huai Song, Bian Tang and outside the customs, prospered the Yanbei market, and created caravans.
Although Chu Qiao's proposal to reform slavery has never been approved, slaves are rarely seen in the streets under her jurisdiction. Such an enlightened policy and social system has attracted a large number of people and businessmen. In less than a year, a large urban residential area has been established in the Huihui Mountain area.
The title of the Southwest Township Envoy was cancelled, and he was no longer the regular army of Yanbei. Because he was stationed at the Xiuli River at the foot of Huihui Mountain, the Southwest Township Envoy was renamed the Xiuli Army, and Chu Qiao was also called Master Xiuli by the people of Yanbei. The Xiuli Army now has a strength of 9,000 people, and today is the last time to escort food and grass to the frontline military headquarters. It is almost New Year's Eve, and the soldiers should also rest.
Before dark, I finally arrived at Minxi Mountain. There are many plains in Yanbei. Although Minxi Mountain is called a mountain, it is actually just a small hill less than 100 meters away. When Chu Qiao and the others arrived, He Xiao had already led people to set up the tent and cooked the meals. Chu Qiao took a sip of the hot broth, and the fatigue of the day finally subsided.
Yanbei is always the most beautiful at night. Today is the 15th day, the moon is big and round, and the snowfield is white. On the other side of the mountain is the tributary of Chishui, which is now frozen. When passing by Mawei City yesterday, the city guard insisted on giving Chu Qiao a gift. She couldn't refuse, so she just picked a box from the big cart and opened it now. It turned out to be a fine sable fur. This big fur is of excellent workmanship, all sewn with mink tails, the coat color is shiny, it feels very good to the touch, it is a rare top-grade item at first glance.
Four braziers were lit in the big tent, it was very stuffy, Chu Qiao put on a big fur, and walked out of the big tent. All the way to the foot of the mountain, Chu Qiao's figure was scattered, and the full moon was as cold as water, covering her figure faintly.
The fellow who led the way said that the temple of the goddess Yanbei was built on the top of the mountain by the ancestors of Yanbei many years ago. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, they still watch over the land of Yanbei.
Chu Qiao raised her feet and walked up the rugged mountain road. The snow on the road was so deep that every step I took did not reach my knees. I walked straight for more than an hour before I reached the top of the mountain.
This is a stone temple built entirely of xilan stone. It is not very big. It is as tall as four people. Most of the land in the temple. The main hall was already very dilapidated, and snow was leaking in many places, and there were dried cobwebs everywhere in the hall, dust was everywhere, and it was a mess. Only the god statue, spotless and towering. The face of the goddess was as pale as a lotus, looking at her, Chu Qiao thought in a trance that she saw the mother of Yan Xun on the Jiuyou Terrace many years ago, her eyes were calm and gentle as water. The outline of the stone carvings could vaguely show the fluttering skirt, and her abdomen bulged even higher, obviously she was pregnant.
When she was very young, she once heard Yan Xun say that Yanbei regards women as gods, and the gods are divided into two sides, one side is a fierce warrior god, holding a battle axe, representing conquest and killing. On the other side is the gentle mother goddess, who is pregnant with Liujia, which represents protection and reproduction. I saw it today, and it is true.