On the yellow-brown tree trunk, the cicada chrysalis turned into worms, and in the bright light, it shook the air and made a monotonous sound. The trees are growing in the tall yard, not far from the trunk, the hibiscus flowers are budding.
In front of the wooden building in the distance, the woman was holding the railing with one hand, looking at the sunlight and flowers and trees in front of her, dazed.
In the distance to the south, there is her hometown, but she may never go back.
The raindrops "popped" on the leaves of the hibiscus flower. She raised her head slightly, and the raindrops fell in a blink of an eye. She raised her head and pinched the front of her chest with one hand, feeling the coolness blowing from the eaves. From the room behind her, the tall but gentle Jurchen general came out, and Wanyan Xiyin, the "God of the Valley", came over, stopped his wife's shoulders, and looked up to the sky with her.
The sudden torrential rain fell on Dadingfu, which has become prosperous, the ancient city of Beijing, bathed in sunshine and rain...
Going to the Ning Mansion in Beijing, Wanyan Zonghan stepped up the steps and walked all the way into the Jurchen Palace, where he met the giant bear-like emperor, Wanyan Wu Qimai.
Stepping into the door, the other party was already smiling not far away, waiting for him with open hands.
Two hundred miles from Shangjing, under the sky, there are cavalry teams running. Near the huge military camp, Jurchen soldiers come and go in groups, and horse teams come and go. On the high platform of the huge school field, the military god Wanyan Zongwang stood with his hands clenched, watching the drills of thousands of Jurchen soldiers, his face was solemn, not angry but arrogant.
The wind was blowing, and the huge banner and his cloak squeaked in the wind. At a certain moment, in the wind, he raised his fist, the sun shone down, and in the sky ahead, the shouts of countless soldiers shook the sky.
Murder spread...
dark night.
Under the starry night, the grass carpet undulates and undulates like a slight ocean wave. Under the brilliance of the star and moon, the wolf straightened its neck and made a long howl in the direction of the moon.
The wolves roared like the tide. But it was quite far apart. In the field of vision, horseshoes stepped over from here, and one horse, two horses... gradually turned into an array of dozens or hundreds of horses. far away. It is a yurt that is grouped in the firelight. The horse team belongs to this huge tribe. The Mongolian women, when welcoming the returning warriors, put down their whips. He untied the cloth bag on his body and handed the food and treasures in it to the people who came over. In the team, someone raised a blood-colored head, which also meant the fall of a hero on the grassland.
The crowd around, under the starry night and in the firelight, shouted!
Hundreds of feet away from here, in the big yurt in the center of the tribe, the devil stood up, opened the tent and walked out. Heroes of the prairie. Follow him.
The night wind came, blowing over the huge tribe, passing the yurts one by one, and the bonfires prospered. Cool autumn is coming.
Bianliang, a huge city, is showing a look of depression. Earlier, the traces of the rebellion that shocked the world on this city have not been removed. Now the crowd in this city has gone 20%.
Golden Palace. The new emperor who ascended the throne sat on the dragon chair, looked at the memorial in his hand, and made a majestic look in the hall below. Officials debated, quarreled, and fought tit for tat. A dazed look flashed in his eyes...
Somewhere in the south, Lin Zongwu, the world's number one master in the shape of Maitreya, stood on the cliff, looking at the sky to the north. There are subordinates in the back who are waiting for his reply, at a certain moment. He waved his hand, said a word, and his subordinates took orders.
Then go to Beijing.
There was no joy on his face.
To the north, in the small village close to the post road, a man named Mu Yi was sitting on the edge of the stone mill, watching his wife's busyness not far away, and looking at the avenue in the distance, his eyes passed blankly.
The world... has changed...
To the west, the army was walking on a long, sprawling road, and beside it, there were horse teams, carriages, and so on. They are a fugitive team against the world. At this moment, there is also a sense of daze in the team, but in their eyes, there is still strong pride.
At a certain moment, the scout's horse team came from the rear, crossed the rear column of the team, and followed a carriage in the middle. A little in front of the carriage, the one-eyed general was also watching him.
"Paper, the one at the back... catches up..."
Inside the carriage, a man named Ning Yi stuck his head out and closed the small book he was writing and drawing. In front of him, the one-eyed general looked over. The carriages, scouts, and military formations were all marching forward. At a certain moment, Ning Yi finally opened his mouth.
"Then..." He opened his mouth.
…
"let's hit."
…
In the air, a long knife was swung.
Soon there will be a bloodbath...
The field of vision is pushed out of the air!
It traverses and retraces the long river of time, from the time of the wild, to slash-and-burn cultivation, watching tribes gather and disperse, the first emperor conceded, until the emperor was enfeoffed, people reproduced, prospered, departed, declined from generation to generation, people fought, competed, people loved each other, combine. The troubled times are approaching, when the black cavalry splits the ground, the heaven and the earth are repeated, and the heroes shed blood, there will always be a prosperous age.
And we just need to watch and watch, and may the little spots of light left by them here will cross the long river, spread and continue. until we...
become a better person.
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Welcome to "The First Episode of My Son-in-law *Jiangning Chenfeng"
"Second Son-in-Law Episode 2 * The Pond of Dark Battle"
"The Third Episode of the Son-in-law *Dragon and Snake"
"The Fourth Episode * Wildfire"
"The fifth episode of the new son-in-law * feast"
"The sixth episode of the son-in-law * Huma Du Yin Mountain"
"The Seventh Episode of the Son-in-law *The King's Shelter"
The first half of the son-in-law is finished.
About to enter the eighth episode, "Old Cang River"
(The blue thread of the road, to Qi Shanlin's "Zuo Zhuan") (.)
ps: ps1: When I wrote this chapter, I listened to Yang Peiyi's "Singing the Motherland".
ps2: In the end, it's not to make up the words, the words have already reached 1500.
PS3: The eighth episode will take time to conceive and organize.
ps4: Although it is about to start intermittently, I still ask for a monthly pass. Although it is the end of the month, I will not issue a single chapter.