Chapter 132: (3)

At the end of the day, according to Di Jie's custom, they would sing sad music. This time is the time for everyone to call for Rong Hua.
Cui Jie quietly left when everyone was drunk. He burned incense and took a bath, put on a gorgeous robe, put on a jade crown, kneeled down at the window, and looked north.
When Di Jie's unique grief sounded, Cui Jie took up the sword.
"There is no retribution in this life," Cui Jie drew his sword, as if seeing relatives and friends who fled in embarrassment when Di Jie invaded, seeing the streets of Shengjing, Xie Zichen who reached out to him, and seeing the rolling shutter on Di Jie's official road. And out of the noble son.
He closed his eyes and remembered Rong Hua who walked to the golden seat step by step with the big cloak of profound clothing and the golden crown inlaid with jade.
At that time, as counsellors, Cui Jie and Sinan stood side by side with Rong Hua. This sickly young man had amazing explosive power, which made everyone feel heartbroken. Then he opened his sleeves, looked at the ministers, and said loudly: "I, Rong Hua, swear today that I will lead Di Jie to set foot in the Great Chu South and rule the world and become my Di Jie forever!"
Then he turned his head and said gently: "Please help me, Mr."
The sword reflected on Cui Jie's face, and Cui Jie smiled bitterly.
Hoarsely said: "I wish to have the next life and be able to follow me again."
After speaking, his sword ran across his neck, and blood was splashed. But Di Jie's sorrows and joys were heavy and tactful, and remained for a long time.
When Di Jie's sad music sounded, Wei Lan woke up in a daze.
She propped herself up, walked to the top of the mountain step by step, and then looked into the distance.
The night wind blew her a bit sober, she heard the sound behind her and turned her head.
Then she saw Huanheng.
Huanheng stood not far away, watching her quietly.
He walked up to her, followed her gaze, slowly said: "I used to think that all that was lost can be taken back."
Wei Lan had no words, and Huan Heng continued: "A Lan, in this life, won't you forgive me?"
"I forgive you, are you still less?" Wei Lan's eyes were full of coldness: "Huanheng, if it weren't for Zichen who was still alive, you thought you could still talk to me like this? I killed you early."
Huan Heng smiled bitterly. He looked at the cold face of the person in front of him, but his eyes were all gentle.
"Sister," he said suddenly, Wei Lan was taken aback for a moment, listening to Huan Heng said: "If the only thing I can have with you in this life is to stop here, then Alan, please let me stay closest to you The place."
"I know that you won't forgive me in this life, and that you and I may not have anything to do with you in this life. But Alan, in my heart, you will always be the person I finally want. The vow I gave you back then , I will do the same for the rest of my life. You don’t need to respond. This is my own obsession."
"Alan, you are right. Feelings are important in this world, but there are too many things waiting for me. I have liked you in this life, and I am enough."
With that, Huan Heng knelt down on one knee in front of her.
The moonlight fell on his face, and 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 flooded 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 vow he had given her back then.
"I will be in Northland and will not enter Beijing in this life."
"I will not marry a wife, give birth to children, accept my concubines, and not get caught up in the dust. The sharp blade of the emperor will protect the emperor."
"This life and this life," he slowly laughed, his smile mixed with moonlight, clear and clear: "The king's heart is directed, my sword is pointing."
Wei Lan did not speak. After a long time, she lowered her eyes: "Why bother?"
"Alan," Huanheng held her hand and put the sword in her hand: "Perhaps you don't know that you have long been Huanheng's belief in this life."
"I can't own you, then at least protect you. If you don't respond, it's your business, and I like it, it's mine."
"I can like you," Huanheng smiled brightly: "I'm very lucky."
Most people in this world, even a person they like, cannot own.
There are so many things in this world, so many people, and feelings are never just a melody in life. What is a pity if you only like someone in this life and try your best?
Wei Lan didn't speak, she held the sword and looked at the texture on the sword.
This is the sword she gave to Huan Heng when he was fourteen years old. It has been more than ten years now.
Seeing her holding the sword, Huanheng stood up and said directly: "Alan, I'm leaving."
Wei Lan didn't speak. She watched him get up and leave. The night wind blew his clothes and hunted, and he drifted away. Wei Lan couldn't help calling him: "Huanheng!"
Huan Heng turned around and saw the beautiful girl under the moonlight, and heard her say: "Take care."
Huan Heng laughed loudly, walked under the tree, rolled over and got off his horse, then followed the moonlight and beat his horse to leave.
It seemed to be beautiful with all the memories of youth, and disappeared in her life gracefully.
She was holding the sword and felt the sky gradually light up.
When someone came behind her, she turned her head back with a sword in her arms and saw the delicate and handsome youth under the sunlight.
He smiled softly in the sun. Just like when she was young, she would come to pick up people every time she was drunk, and said gently: "I will pick you up when I see you are not there."
"What do you pick me up?"
"I'm afraid you will not find your way home if you go far."
Wei Lan held the sword and laughed. At that time, the clouds broke through the sunrise, and the mountains and rivers were shining on the earth, and all beings were vast.
In July of the 4th year of Zhaohua, Di Jie crossed the river with a million army and used secret roads to besie Shengjing. Right-hand Wei Lan and his brother Wei Xiong Kaicheng faced off against him. He held Regent Wang Ronghua, broke through the siege and rushed to the front. Front-line coach Xie Zichen and Marshal Huan Heng jointly deployed the plan to encircle Di Jie in Yuncha Valley, cut 300,000 enemies, and captured 200,000 troops. Rong Hua died of illness on the battlefield, and the main commander Sinan was missing. Cui Jie, a counselor around Rong Hua, was a prisoner of Da Chu. The news of Yu Ronghua's death announced that he would kill himself that night.
In October of the 4th year of Zhaohua, Huan Heng and Wei Xiong joined hands to lead the army in the northern expedition to Di Jie.
In the autumn of the fifth year of Zhaohua, Di Jie was completely destroyed, and the number of the Wei family’s Qingzhou army increased to 500,000. Wei Lan presided over the overall battle of the whole territory. Wei Lan was unparalleled for a time. After Wang Prime Minister told the old man, Wei Lan became the leftist, and Shang Shu ordered Xie Zichen to be promoted to right. Xiang, Wang Xi was promoted to Shangshuling, and Ruan Kangcheng from Zhongshe was promoted to Shangshuling.
In the winter of the fifth year of Zhaohua, Wei Lan proposed to cut troops, and Huan Heng submitted a letter to support. Qingzhou Army, Huanjia Army, and Wang Ning's military horses were cut in half. Da Chu stopped fighting and stopped fighting, cultivated health and rested.
In the 20th year of Zhaohua, the young emperor and weak crown, the prime minister Wei Lan and the right minister Xie Zichen, who pushed the great Chu from a weak country to its heyday, both submitted their resignations, returning the power to the emperor and returning to Dongshan.
Rumor has it that after returning to Dongshan, Wei Lan likes singers and sings songs every day in the mansion. Someone once saw two people go boating on the lake, one of them was punting and shaking, the other was cooking wine and playing flute. Even though the gray hair has been born, it still does not reduce the romance.
Mentioned by posterity of the two, both praise the eternal romance.
And the famous general Huan Heng who once came to Shengjing to force the emperor to grant Jiuxi and later as the main force to dominate the world, but stayed in the north for his whole life and never stepped into Shengjing.
Except for his wife and only son who died young, he had never even had a concubine Ji in his life.
Ye Shi once rumored that Huan Heng was better than Long Yang and admired Wei Lan, the romantic prime minister of Shengjing.
However, the long river of history has no trace, merits and demerits, grievances, resentments, and hatreds are nothing but literati.
It is the hard work of these people to leave a name.
Literati wrote millions of characters, only asking the viewer to remember one person.
Wei Lan seeks to stay in the history of her life, and she has lived through the ages. Now that she has done it, she has 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, there is an illusion that I am writing a history (my face is probably big)
This is the longest article I have ever written, and there are various setbacks in the middle. I am very grateful to my friends who have been with me ever since.
So far in the full text, as written in the ending, the literati writes a million words, only asking 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, Sinan...
Or anyone.
As long as someone can make you remember, I think this article is enough for me.
At the end of each essay, I seem to be watching a group of people leave. As the writer, I created them, and watched them pass by. I felt really sad.
The last thing I can say is that I am really lucky to have everyone with me along the way.