Everything in the past was scattered in front of my eyes, and the stalwart and tall body finally shattered into many pieces, which flew down lightly like light goose feathers.
Suddenly, the big clock struck midnight, and a group of children rushed up and bumped into her. A little girl fell to the ground and shattered the lantern in her hand. It was a small fish, not very similar, with white eyes and red eyes, it looked like a rabbit, with a picture drawn on its belly Gold ingot. Holding the broken lamp, the child started to cry, crying louder and louder, Chu Qiao stopped in a daze, then squatted down, wiped away her tears with her hand, and took out a piece of silver from her bosom to give her.
At this moment, there was a deafening sound of firecrackers. The time for keeping the New Year's Eve passed, and firecrackers were set off in every household. The child was taken aback, foolishly forgot to cry, covered his ears and yelled excitedly.
Chu Qiao seemed to have been punched suddenly by an invisible giant, and her face turned pale in an instant.
"If you die, I'll set off a hundred firecrackers to celebrate that I don't have to obsessively remember to return your favor." The man smiled, his eyebrows showing pride, "I'm afraid you don't have the ability to set off firecrackers." Opportunity."
The sound of firecrackers became louder and louder, and they crackled into a series. Chu Qiao burst into tears suddenly. The images that were hidden in her memory and suppressed by her efforts burst out again like a torrent, a heart-piercing moment of pain. The attack smashed her calmness and self-restraint to pieces.
"You... what's the matter with you?" The child was frightened by her, and shouted loudly amidst the sound of firecrackers, "Don't cry, can I pay without you?"
The sound of firecrackers grew louder, and finally Chu Qiao couldn't bear it any longer. She knelt down on the lively and festive street, covered her face, and burst into tears. There was a sudden gurgling sound from the pool outside, the wind blew in and opened another window, Chu Qiao stood up to close the window, only to see that the old Mei under the root of the house had already grown as tall as the house. She couldn't help being stunned, and the hand outstretched in the air stopped in a daze. The moonlight shone on her wrist, mottled and shadowy.
In a blink of an eye, two years have passed, and the newly planted plum trees in the past are already as high as the eaves.
Time is really the most ruthless thing in the world. It will never stop because of any joy or sorrow. When it leaves in a hurry, any once intense emotions will gradually cool down.
That night, she left Yunbi City, walked for half a month, and finally arrived at Beishuo. Then one morning, when she walked out of Beishuo City Gate along the deserted Beishuo Street, she saw thousands of Yanbei people.
They include the local residents of Beishuo City, as well as the people who came from far inland, Shangshen, Sunset Mountain, Lancheng, Chidu, Huihuishan, Meilin, the people knew the news that she was leaving, They came together without saying a word. She met many such teams along the way, but she didn't know them, and they never disturbed her, they just followed them quietly all the way, until now, they gathered at the gate of Beishuo City, watching her quietly, Send her one last ride.
Among the crowd were old people with white hair, immature children, blue-eyed outsiders, businessmen from Donglu who came to do business, Chidu militiamen who fought against the Great Xia army with her, and even more Under her protection, the Beishuo people narrowly escaped death, the Shangshen people who participated in her road construction and trade, and even the herdsmen who returned to the mountain to herd horses and sheep.
These people left the city early in the morning, lined up quietly on both sides of the road to make an empty road, and when they saw her coming out, they all looked at her in unison.
Chu Qiao still can't forget those eyes, there are reluctance, sadness, retention, sadness, worry, and fear, but they turned all these thousands of eyes into silence, even three or four-year-old children said nothing. Not coming out, just looking at her quietly, looking at her quietly.
At that moment, she was so sad that she wanted to cry.
She knows her responsibilities. In the past year, she has traveled all over the land of Yanbei, spreading the idea of peace to every corner of Yanbei. She led them to build their homes, and worked hard to resume production after the battle. They are wholehearted Trust and support her. This nation, which has been oppressed for hundreds of years, put all their desire for freedom and hope for a better life on her, but now, she is about to leave, and she has to break her promise to them, she wants to leave They will never ask her about the dream she once tried her best to fight for.
He Xiao stood in front with nine thousand officers and soldiers of the Xiuli Army, fully armed and packed their bags, as if he wanted to go on a long journey with her.
There is no need to say anything, she can only stand there in a daze, like a stone statue.
Suddenly, a pair of small soft hands hugged her waist, and she lowered her head. It was a girl in her teens. She looked at her without saying a word, and stubbornly raised her head, with tears in her eyes. In the eye socket, it just doesn't fall off. Ping An ran over from behind, trying to pull his sister away, but couldn't.
Ping An was a soldier at that time, and when Yan Xun sent her to the inland of Yanbei for the first time, Xiao Jingjing followed her for more than a year.
"Sister," Jingjing finally cried, tears streaming down her face, "Don't you want me? Don't you want me?"
The children started to cry, and the people stood there in a row. I don't know who was the first to kneel down. Gradually, a large number of people knelt on the ground, and the old people in their seventies and eighties cried and asked repeatedly: "My lord, what are you doing?" Do you want us?"
"My lord, if you are not here, I will be arrested and become a slave again."
"My lord, where are you going? May I go with you?"
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The cold wind blew, blowing up the snow on the ground, Chu Qiao let go of the reins on the long journey, raised her head, looked at the bright sun, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, and fell on the thick In the sideburns.
The heavy responsibility weighed on her shoulders, making her breathless.
She knew who was manipulating all this, but she was powerless to escape. He knew her too well, so as long as he used a small trick, he could eat her to death.
On that day, she seemed to have shed all the tears of her life. Standing on the vast snowy ground, she just felt like a kite held in someone's hand, without even a string, and she didn't know where to go if she wanted to escape.
She stayed like this, living on the hillside of Huihui Mountain for two years.
For two years, she watched him helplessly, watched him conscript and pay taxes, watched him conquer cities, watched him implement a military service system that was harsher than Daxia's, watched him eradicate dissidents step by step, and stabilize Yanbei's position. Iron bucket country.
She sometimes thinks, life is really a wonderful thing, it can always give you hope when you are desperate, let you continue to persevere, and then when you are about to approach hope, pour a basin of cold water Quench all your dreams.
Yan Xun succeeded in the end, and Daxia couldn't hold his head up under his pressure.
After Zhuge Yue's death, although the Zhuge Clan hastily cast aside himself, expelled Zhuge Yue from the family tree, and swept him out of the house, he didn't even bury his body in the family cemetery. But despite this, they were still implicated, and their status in the elders was not as good as before. Zhuge Huai was also reviled. Obviously bad.
As Zhuge Yue's direct superior, Zhao Che could not escape the fate of being demoted. The prince, who had been up and down a few times, was once again demoted to the northeast border, and went to a barren land to supervise a completely unnecessary military project, and thus stayed away from Daxia's political arena.
The most unimaginable thing is that the fourteenth prince, Zhao Yang, would form an alliance with the Wei Clan. With Wei Guang's support, Zhao Yang became the most powerful prince in Great Xia, and was named King of Zhou. The military power of Yanming Pass.
Daxia's power organization has been reshuffled, but it is not difficult for a discerning person to find that the previous domineering has gradually moved away from Daxia. Facing Yanbei's cavalry and strong soldiers, they are becoming more and more powerless. Although Wei Shuye is also quite talented in military affairs, but Yan Xun is superior in skills and has domestic political interference, so he has to gradually switch from offense to defense. Over the past year, he has become more and more obviously tired.
Now that Simon has four points, Bian Tang and Li Ce have secured the throne, Nalan Hongye, the eldest princess of Huai Song Dynasty, is in charge, and Yan Xun is in the northwest, facing Daxia across the river, and there is no longer a dominant family.
However, despite this, Yan Xun never dared to break through Daxia easily, because in the southwest of Helan Mountain, a new regime suddenly appeared in the eyes of everyone, and no one knew the origin of that regime, and no one even knew about them. The actual number of people is only vaguely known through the passing business travelers and the scouts sent out. The leader of that regime calls himself "Qinghai King".
Qinghai is located in the south of Helan Mountain and west of Cuiwei Mountain. According to rumors, it is a desolate, hot and barren area where wild animals are rampant and not a single blade of grass grows. As early as more than 2,000 years ago, it was the place where the major regimes in the mainland exiled prisoners. It is rumored that almost none of the people who went there survived, either fell into the mouth of wild animals, or died of various strange diseases. Therefore, exile in Qinghai has always been synonymous with death. Some people would rather die in Simon than set foot in Qinghai. Over the years, the number of prisoners who committed suicide in Cuiwei Pass has been unknown.
However, in such a place full of poisonous insects, ferocious beasts, and no grass, suddenly a political power was born like a meteor.
On July 17, 1978, Yan Xun personally sat in the town and commanded an army of 70,000 to attack the south gate of Yanming Pass. He was about to succeed, but the enemy suddenly appeared in the southwest. They were vigorous, fierce in battle, moving like the wind, swift and fierce like wolves, like knives piercing into the left flank of the Yanbei Army, smashing the Yanbei Army's offensive. However, when Yan Xun hurriedly turned his horse's head to fight back, they disappeared like air.
It was not until a long time later that the scouts found their traces in Cuiwei Pass, and now, Cuiwei Pass has been occupied by a person named "Qinghai King".
For Yanbei, this was really a sad news like a bolt from the blue. Because Cuiwei Pass is located near Helan Mountain, west of Chishui, this means that apart from the Quanrong people outside Meilin Pass, another enemy called Qinghai King appeared behind Yanbei. What's worse, Meilin Pass is controlled by Yan Bei, while Cuiwei Pass is owned by King Qinghai.