When everyone was drunk, Cui Jie quietly left the scene. He burned incense and bathed, put on a gorgeous robe and jade crown, knelt at the window, and looked to the north.
When Di Jie's unique mourning sound sounded, Cui Jie picked up the sword.
"There is nothing to repay in this life," Cui Jie drew his sword, as if seeing relatives and friends who fled in embarrassment when Di Jie invaded, seeing Xie Zichen who stretched out his hand to him on the streets of Shengjing, and seeing the rolling curtain on Di Jie's official road. The noble son who came out.
He closed his eyes, and thought of Rong Hua who was wearing a black cloak, a gold crown inlaid with jade, and walked step by step to the golden throne with the young emperor in his arms.
At that time, as counselors, Cui Jie and Si Nan stood beside Rong Hua. This sickly young man has amazing explosive power, which breaks everyone's heart. Then he opened his wide sleeves, looked at the officials, and said loudly: "I, Ronghua, swear today that I will lead Di Jienan to conquer the great Chu, rule the world, and become my Di Jie's great cause!"
Then he turned his head and said gently, "Mister, please help me."
The sword reflected Cui Jie's face, and Cui Jie smiled bitterly.
Hoarsely said: "May I have the next life, so that I can be with you again."
After speaking, his sword cut across his neck, and blood spattered everywhere. But Di Jie's sorrow and joy are heavy and tactful, and linger for a long time.
When Di Jie's mourning sounded, Wei Lan woke up in a daze.
She propped herself up, walked up to the top of the mountain step by step, and then looked into the distance.
The night wind woke her up a little. She heard a voice behind her and turned her head away.
Then she saw Huan Heng.
Huan Heng stood not far away, watching her quietly.
He walked up to her, followed her gaze, and slowly said: "I used to think that everything lost could be regained."
Wei Lan said nothing, Huan Heng continued: "A Lan, you will never forgive me in this life?"
"I forgive you, isn't that enough?" Wei Lan's eyes were full of coldness: "Huan Heng, if Zichen was not still alive, do you think you could still talk to me like this? I would have killed you long ago."
Huan Heng smiled wryly, he looked at the stern face of the person in front of him, but his eyes were full of tenderness.
"Sister," he said suddenly, Wei Lan was slightly taken aback, and heard Huan Heng say: "If the only bond I can have with you in this life is nothing more than this, then Alan, please let me stay in the place closest to you The place."
"I know that you won't forgive me in this life, and I also know that you and I may never have anything to do in this life. But Alan, in my heart, you will always be the person I want in the end. The oath I gave you back then , I will abide by it for the rest of my life. You don’t need to respond, this is my own attachment.”
"Alan, you are right. Love is important in this world, but there are too many things waiting for me. In this life, I have liked you, and that is enough for me."
As he spoke, Huan Heng knelt down on one knee in front of her.
The moonlight fell on his face. After nearly ten years, this person finally had those clear eyes again.
He looked at her quietly, just like when he was young, without any impurities.
Countless memories surged, and the moonlight was bright and gentle. He took off his saber, crossed the sword over his head, looked at her seriously, and said the oath he had given her back then.
"I will be in Beidi, and I will not enter Beijing in this life."
"I will not marry a wife, have no children, accept no concubines, and be free from dust. I will become the sharp blade of the king, and protect the country of the king."
"This life, this life," he slowly smiled, the smile was mixed with moonlight, clear and clear: "Where the king's heart is, my sword is pointing."
Wei Lan didn't speak. After a long time, she lowered her eyes: "Why bother?"
"Alan," Huan Heng held her hand and put the sword in her hand: "Perhaps you don't know, you have already been Huan Heng's faith in this life."
"I can't have you, so at least protect you. If you don't respond, it's your business, but if I like it, it's my business."
"I can like you," Huan Heng smiled brightly, "I'm very lucky."
Most people in this world can't even have a person they like.
There are so many things in this world, so many people, and feelings are never just a melody in life. In this life, you only like one person and try your best. What's the pity
Wei Lan didn't speak, she held the sword and looked at the texture on the sword.
This is the sword she gave Huan Heng when he was fourteen years old, and it has been more than ten years now.
Seeing her holding the sword, Huan Heng stood up and said directly, "Alan, I'm leaving."
Wei Lan didn't speak, she watched him get up and leave, the night wind made his clothes rattle, and he drifted away. Wei Lan couldn't help but call out to him: "Huan Heng!"
Huan Heng turned his head, saw the girl who was as beautiful as a demon under the moonlight, and heard her say: "Take care."
Huan Heng laughed loudly, walked under the tree, got off his horse, and then rode away under the moonlight.
As if carrying all the beautiful memories of her youth, they disappeared into her life lightly.
Holding the sword, she felt that the sky was getting brighter.
Someone came behind her, she held her sword and turned her head, and saw the delicate and handsome young man under the sun.
Under the sunlight, he smiled softly. Just like when she came to pick someone up every time she was drunk when she was young, she said gently: "I saw you were not here, so I came to pick you up."
"Pick me up for what?"
"I'm afraid you've gone too far and can't find your way home."
Wei Lan smiled with her sword in her arms. At that time, the clouds broke through and the sun rose, illuminating the mountains, rivers and the earth.
In July of the fourth year of Zhaohua, Di Jie came across the river with an army of one million and besieged Shengjing through secret roads. The right minister Wei Lan and his younger brother Wei Xiong opened the city to fight. Xie Zichen, the frontline commander, and Huan Heng, the commander-in-chief of the army and horses, joined forces to encircle and wipe out Di Jie in Yuncha Valley, killing 300,000 enemies and capturing 200,000 troops. Rong Hua died of illness on the battlefield, and the main general, Si Nan, was missing. Cui Jie, a counselor beside Rong Hua, was captured by Da Chu.
In October of the fourth year of Zhaohua, Huan Heng and Wei Xiong jointly led the army to attack Di Jie in the north.
In the autumn of the fifth year of Zhaohua, Di Jie was completely wiped out, and the number of Qingzhou troops of the Wei family expanded to 500,000. Wei Lan presided over the overall situation of the whole territory. According to the prime minister, Wang Xi, former Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, was promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and Ruan Kangcheng, a member of Zhongshe, was promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Industry.
In the winter of the fifth year of Zhaohua, Wei Lan proposed to reduce the army, and Huan Heng wrote a letter to support it. The Qingzhou Army, Huanjia Army, and Wang Ning's army and horses were all cut in half. Da Chu stopped fighting and rested, and cultivated his health and rest.
In the 20th year of Zhaohua, the young emperor and the weak crown pushed the Great Chu from a weak country to its peak. The prime minister Wei Lan and the right minister Xie Zichen all submitted their resignations, returned the power to the emperor, and retired to Dongshan.
Rumor has it that after retiring to Dongshan, Wei Lan loved singers, and the mansion played and sang every day. Someone once saw two people boating on the lake, one paddling a boat and rowing oars, the other cooking wine and playing the flute. Even though the gray hair has grown, but still not less romantic.
When the posterity mentioned the two, they all praised the eternal romance.
However, the famous general Huan Heng who once came to Shengjing, forced the emperor to grant Jiuxi, and then became the main force to rule the world, stayed in the northern border all his life, and never set foot in Shengjing.
Apart from his wife who died young and his only son, he never even had a concubine in his life.
Unofficial history once rumored that Huan Heng was good to Long Yang, and he admired Wei Lan, the romantic prime minister in Shengjing.
However, the long river of history is turbulent without a trace, right and wrong, grievances, love and hatred, are nothing but ink in the pen of literati.
Being able to leave a name is already the hard work of these people in their lives.
Literati write millions of characters, and only ask the viewer to remember one person.
Wei Lan has spent her whole life seeking to leave a name in history, to be famous through the ages, and now that she has done so, she will have no regrets in her life.
The author has something to say:
When I wrote the article to the end, I didn't know how to end it.
In the end, I actually had the illusion that I was writing a history (my face is about as big as a basin)
This is the longest article I have ever written, with all kinds of setbacks in the middle, I am very grateful to the friends who have been with me until now.
So far in the full text, as written in the ending, literati write millions of words, and only ask the viewer to remember one person.
In this story, anyone, whether it is Wei Lan, Xie Zichen, Huan Heng, Su Cheng, Rong Hua, Wang Xi, Ji Shao, Ruan Kangcheng, Lin Che, Cui Jie, Si Nan...
Or anyone.
As long as someone can make you remember, I think this article is enough for me.
At the end of each article, I seem to be watching a group of people leave. As the author, I create them and watch them go by. I feel really sad.
The last thing I can say is that I am really lucky to have all of you accompanying me along the way.