"Yue Qi, no matter how bad the family is, it will always be the place where you and I settled down when we were young. No matter how bad the Great Summer is, it will always be our homeland. Now that the homeland is troubled by domestic and foreign troubles, and the barbarians look down on them, how can you and I have the heart to ignite a new battle in the devastated land?" In the wolf smoke?"
Yue Qi was stunned when he heard the words, but Zhuge Yue continued: "What's more, Zhao Che is definitely not a drop of grace to me."
After Zhuge Yue finished speaking, he left, only Yueqi stood there in a daze, thinking carefully about Zhuge Yue's words.
He didn't know how he felt in his heart, subconsciously he knew that the young master was right, but thinking of what happened in the past two years, a sense of grief and indignation was pent up in his chest and he couldn't get rid of it. Does the young master really not care at all
Of course Zhuge Yue cared.
In the dark bedroom, a short chuckle sounded.
How could he not care about those days when he was a child trying to survive in the family like a wild dog? How can you not care, and be full of expeditions again and again, but be frustrated in the end? And how could he not care about the saliva and humiliation that came when he escaped with a narrow escape
Never forget, never die.
He didn't want to think about the feeling just now, and what kind of violent waves Yue Qi blurted out in his heart.
The man is determined to give up, and has been running around all his life, what exactly is he asking for? Isn't it a meritorious deed? Not outstanding? Didn't he become the Lord of Ten Thousand Vehicles once, call the wind and call the rain, and respond to all calls
It is a deadly temptation, and for any man, it is a marijuana that can never be quit.
When he narrowly escaped from such a desperate situation, there was no trace of warmth in front of him. He was notorious, abandoned by his family and country, and became the public enemy of Great Xia in an instant. He is not a saint, how can he have no hatred in his heart
Perhaps it was true as Chu Qiao said, when he saw Daxia's repeated defeats under Yanbei's offensive, he would feel a sense of relief in his heart. When the interior of Daxia was decaying, and when there was more and more chaos, he also thought about moving his army eastward, replacing Daxia with strong force, and looking down on those who had trampled on him. Dirty face on top of head.
But when he was about to take that step, he retreated.
Those people on the Qinghai Plain who were not fed enough to wear warm eyes looked at him eagerly, and those who generously took him in when he had nowhere to go were still waiting for him to bring them a winter that would not kill anyone.
Yes, he couldn't talk to Yue Qi, he couldn't talk to those subordinates who had been following him. They would definitely stare at him with rounded eyes, and then ask: Master, are you going to give up capturing the prosperous Simon for the sake of a few bumpkins from Qinghai
That's right, they are just descendants of death row prisoners whose ancestors have trekked in prisons for generations, and they are just some bumpkins who don't understand the teachings of saints. If it was in the past, he would have thought the same way, and would have sneered and snorted coldly. A man has a choice, and he should aim high, instead of being sad and hesitant like a woman. But after all, something changed him. When he was notoriously rejected by the world, someone opened a warm door for him. Although the door was shabby and the house leaked, he sat there and drank the most in his life. A warm mouthful of porridge.
At that time, he suddenly understood Chu Qiao, the girl who always told him to wait and see with a tough face.
He thanked God that without such an opportunity, he might never know her, and he would never understand the joy of creating and protecting. He was surprised to find that that kind of joy was not weaker than the feelings brought about by conquering and destroying.
As for Great Xia, as for grievances, as for fighting for hegemony over Simon...
He slowly closed his eyes, and said to himself: I can clearly distinguish what is the most important.
Yes, he still needs to fight, deal with, use his own ability to defend and fight, he still has to play games with those in the government and the opposition who have different ideas, and he still has to fight against people with different political opinions on the battlefield.
Even though he didn't intend to capture Great Xia, he didn't want to sit back and watch it decay and fall into the hands of others.
Moreover, now he can no longer retreat. When he led his troops out of Cuiwei Pass, when he took over as the Sima of the Great Xia's Ministry of War, when he prevented the Great Xia from launching a war against Bian Tang, everything was a foregone conclusion.
He remembered the oath he and Zhao Che made on the cold ground of East Hu when the end of the road was at the end of the year, and a cold sharpness appeared in the corner of his eyes.
At this time, a pair of calm eyes suddenly looked over through the dark mist, the eyes were so gentle, but there was a hint of sadness that could not be concealed.
He closed his eyes quietly, stroking the white glass wall with his fingers.
He smiled slightly, his smile was bitter, like cold snow.
Everything begins after the end, they always like this, meet at an untimely time, leave at an untimely time, fate pushes them to walk on a path with no return, stumbles and bumps along the way.
The room was pitch black, with a faint ray of moonlight shining in through the window, shining coldly on him. In the end, he is still just a young man in his twenties. Although he has experienced so many twists and turns and hardships, he sometimes has such a dream. Hold it in front of the person you like, slam Fang Qiu and say: Here it is, it's all yours!
However, it was only a dream after all.
He leaned back on the chair, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, smiling gently like a big child. The weather at the beginning of the snowfall is the coldest and unbearable. The wormwood is blown by the strong wind, and the ground is bright red.
The clouds were thick and the cold wind was blowing. The white snow on the ground was rolled up and fell on the newly completed Shuofang Palace.
The fighting in the east ceased temporarily, and the northern dog army was also repelled. The soldiers retreated to the pass one after another, as if they were preparing for a rare new year.
When I got up early in the morning, all the shops on both sides of Wuxuan Street were closed. The long street is paved with fine yellow sand to prevent the palace carriages from slipping. From a distance, it is golden, like a pavement of red gold. On both sides of the road there were tall curtains with golden backgrounds, and the civilians had already retreated. The civil and military officials were kneeling on both sides, and all kinds of guards of honor slowly moved forward in a clear array. For a time, the canopy, chariots and horses were like clouds, and the brocade robes and cloud sleeves covered the sun and the sky.
Today is the day of winter hunting in Yanbei. The old man with a good memory recalled that the last winter hunting was already twelve years ago.
Zhongqiu Xiyuan was the hunting place of successive kings of Yanbei. It is located in the center of the Sunset Mountain Range, backed by Huinan Peak. It is a vast white wilderness, and the land is reddish. I don't know if it was originally this color, or it was soaked in blood.
Yan Xun was wearing a heavy sable fur and sat on a high throne, with shadowy figures standing in front of him, looking from a distance in the wind and snow, they looked like two black lacquered wings. All the officials knelt under the king's chariot tremblingly, their knees were in pain, but they didn't dare to look up. Only Ah Jing raised his face quietly, but he couldn't see Yan Xun's face clearly.
"Master Zhuang."
A cold voice came from above, an old man in his fifties suddenly trembled, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, he stood up slowly, knelt down in the middle, and said in a respectful voice: "What is your majesty's order?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I got a new interesting thing recently, and I want to invite Master Zhuang to enjoy it together."
Yan Xun's voice was clear and there was a hint of a smile, like a cunning and self-willed child waiting for some kind of prank.
Mr. Zhuang knelt on the ground, his fingers turned white, his brows were tightly furrowed, but he still lowered his head and replied calmly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for thinking about this old minister."
Yan Xun smiled, with some teasing eyes, waved his hand lazily, and said, "Bring it up."
There was a rustling sound slowly, and a carriage entered the field. The carriage was covered with a black coarse cloth, and a subtle sound could be faintly heard. Everyone turned their heads strangely and looked at the carriage. There was a dead silence in the arena, making it difficult to breathe.
There was a sudden snap, and everyone in the silence was startled. It turned out that Yan Xun was sitting on the throne boredly, hitting the golden seat with the handle of his whip.
slap, slap, slap...
Everyone was silent, and no one dared to speak. A guard in his thirties walked up to the first carriage, raised his hand, and lifted the black cloth on the carriage with a bang.
"Wow!" The deep exclamation sounded like a sea, and the water splashed across the audience. Everyone looked a little panicked, but no one dared to question it.
I saw a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old young girls on the carriage, all of them were very beautiful, but in such a cold weather, they were leaning together unknit, all of them were pale and their arms were covered. are all tied up.
Lord Zhuang just glanced at it, and immediately froze in place. Even though the weather was so cold, beads of sweat gradually rolled down his forehead.
Yan Xun's laughter sounded behind him, he seemed to be talking about eating and drinking, and said lightly: "Master Zhuang is the cornerstone of Yanbei, he has treated me with kindness for many years, today's first arrow, Just ask the adults to start first."
The cage on the carriage was opened, and the soldiers stepped up rudely, punching and kicking the girls out of the carriage. They were all barefoot, stepping on the icy snow all of a sudden, arousing a pinkish red.
"Run! Run!" The soldier shook off his whip and whipped it fiercely. The blood-red whip marks cut through the flesh and stamped ferociously on those white as suet's backs, followed by ear-piercing screams. .
They were let go of their hands and feet, so they could only cover up the scars on their bodies indiscriminately, and fled staggeringly.
The guard brought the bow and arrows to Lord Zhuang, Yan Xun urged him lightly behind him: "Master Zhuang, hurry up."
Mr. Zhuang's face was livid, his lips were bloodless, he slowly set his arrows, slowly bent his bow, his fingers trembling tremblingly.
Those girls ran staggeringly on the snow field, their young bodies shining brightly in the sunlight. They seemed to sense the crisis, and they all turned around in panic, and when they saw Mr. Zhuang holding an arrow, they all froze suddenly.
Whoosh!
A sharp arrow shot out suddenly, but without a trace of strength, it only shot a short distance before falling powerlessly to the ground.
"Master Zhuang, this is not your skill."
Yan Xun spoke slowly, with the tip of his slender eyes raised slightly, looking at Mr. Zhuang coldly, as if he wanted to see into his heart through his skin.
Mr. Zhuang stood where he was, trying to say something, but couldn't say it after all, his whole body was trembling slightly. Some officials below commented in a low voice: "A few days ago, I heard that a group of maids in the palace assassinated the emperor. Could it be all of these?"
"Cheng Yuan, since Mr. Zhuang is old, you are the one to come."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your love."
The general dressed in green fur stepped forward and steadily drew his bow. With a whoosh sound, the arrow seemed to have eyes, and it was firmly nailed to the body of a girl who ran the farthest. Short screams sounded in the wilderness, and a large flower of blood burst out from the girl's heart, which sprinkled on the pure white snow, bright red and dazzling.
The rest of the girls were shocked when they saw it. A girl who had been kneeling and crying suddenly screamed like a collapse, and was about to climb up to the throne, shouting as she climbed: "Sir, help me! Sir, help me!" Me! Mr. Zhuang, I am... ah!"
The ear-piercing screams sounded suddenly, and a girl not far from her suddenly jumped forward, grabbed her throat, and twisted the neck of the crying girl with a wrong hand.