Chapter 48: Will cut

After the dispersal of the Chao Dynasty with the court officials to discuss matters until late at night, Xiao Yu returned to the house is Yelang quiet time.
I stood in front of the jade steps of the gate of the king's palace, holding a palace lantern, watching the lights of the two teams winding from a distance.
Xiao Xie Lema, stopped ten steps away from me. I looked at him, smiled, raised the palace lantern, and lighted the door for him.
He leapt off his horse, strode in front of me, and hugged me tightly. The left and right owls receded from a distance, and quietly, the night wind passed by.
Tears suddenly fell down at this moment, and the delicate silver palace lanterns fell off the ground and rolled down the jade steps, silently extinguished.
Wind chill, dew and deeper.
Only when we embrace each other, the figures of the two are entangled and throw themselves on the ground for a long time.
Relatively silent, but better than sound.
He clenched my shoulders silently, his palm warmed like a flame, and his skin was hot.
Under his eyes, the red silk was entangled, exhausted, and the sharpness was gloomy.
I raised my hand to touch his brows, eyes, cheeks, and rested his fingertips on his lips.
Like a thin lip, a stubbornness comes out.
At this moment, I just look forward to the usual smile on this lip, so proud, cold, calm, his unique smile.
He stared at me for a long time, sighing long, and closed his eyes, "I will eventually lose you, the world."
Even though he knew he would be guilty and guilty, he still felt a spike-like pain in his chest when he heard this sentence.
Tang Jing's chaos, invading foreign invaders, and prolonging misfortunes—Xiao Ye knew people wrong, and it was too late to prevent them.
However, he is not God after all. Even if it was more than ten years of death in the same life, the brothers who came together from the blood of the sword mountain could not stop the temptation of ambition.
Human nature is such that even God may not be able to penetrate human nature, let alone Xiao Xun introduces mortals.
However, for no reason, wrong is wrong and negative is negative.
Xiao Yuan may not be a gentleman, but he is not a coward who is too embarrassed to be a coward.
Proposal is his responsibility to the world.
Song Huai'en, Hu Guanglie and Tang Jing, these three were his most trusted brothers.
In the past, suffering and suffering were common, and life and death were related to each other. Now Hu and Song support each other, and Tang Jing sits on the edge of the town, forming a triangle. It was originally unbreakable. Looking at the present day, no one can match it-who would have expected that, overnight, the monarchs and their ministers looked at each other, their hands and feet were broken.
Tang Jing was so jealous and treacherous. He had always hated Hu and Song. They had been struggling and had long accumulated grudges.
Many disputes have been suppressed by Xiao Yan, and he has repeatedly warned Tang Jing that it is extremely tolerant.
However, this man did not know how to converge, which led to an increasing number of discussions in the army and the impeachment of him.
This time withdrawing military power and exchanging frontier officials, Xiao Ye also thought about it for a long time and finally made a painful decision.
Perhaps Tang Jing's rebellion was beyond everyone's expectations, but it may not surprise Xiao Yue.
He was not unpredictable, nor was he unguarded, but only arrogantly believed in the meaning of the same robe, and believed in the loyalty of the former brothers.
Tang Jing's rebellion is obviously a long-planned effort.
After the death of the Turk King that year, the royal family in the clan fell into an endless battle for thrones, and eventually split up.
South Turk, the old capital, enjoys the rich land of water and grass in the south, and gradually merges with the Central Plains. North Turk travels to the bitter cold northern wilderness, still nomadic for business, encourages horses, surrenders the twelve tribes in the north, and rebuilds the king city. However, due to the old grievances of the North and South Turks, they have been separated from each other and have no contact. Even in the Central Plains army, the North Turks only watched from the sidelines, always standing still. Until the king of Hulu inherited the throne, the northern Turk also assumed the throne of the southern Turk.
The mystery of this is unknown, but one person must be the key.
He Lanzhen, as a royal heterogeneous and humble identity, what methods did he use to deal with it in the end, and finally won the tacit consent and support of Northern Turkic? What is the reason for the trust of Tang Yin, the vulgar man, and what kind of covenant have the two men reached to jointly fight against Xiao Yun?
He held back for a long time, perhaps waiting for this day, and finally had a chance to revenge Xiao Xiao.
Early the next morning, I saw my righteous daughter and the young general who was bathed for thousands of miles.
When I waited at the door last night for Xiao Yan, it seemed to be cold, and I started coughing again at night. Xiao Ye asked me to rest in peace, but today it was the girl who came to the house. In any case, I have to meet her in person.
Stepping into the main hall, they saw a blue shirt man and a thin girl already waiting. Seeing me come in, the man immediately got up, bowed his knees and saluted, "The last general, Xie Xiaohe, met the princess."
The blue-shirted crow is so handsome, Xie Xiaohe is such a clean young man.
I smiled, "General Xie invites, without being polite."
Looking at the girl, she sharpened her jaw, her eyes were beautiful, and she could not hide her face's paleness in a goose-yellow dress, which made people feel pity. At this moment she bowed her head and stood there, not saluting, just silent.
"Qin'er!" Xie Xiaohe turned his head, lowered his voice and reprimanded her, but he didn't see anything but pity.
She trembled slightly, lowered her head forward, seemed extremely reluctant, but could not violate Xie Xiaohe's words.
I got up, stopped the momentum she was about to worship, and smiled softly, "What's your name?"
"My name is Mu Qinzhi." She silently said her own name, and especially pronounced a Mou word.
It was Mou Qinzhi, not Xiao Qinzhi-I told her the second half of the sentence that I couldn't get out of her, and instantly understood her mind. It is difficult for her a seven-year-old child to remember her last name and refuse to change it.
Xie Xiaohe hurriedly said, "The princess forgive sins! Qin Er is still young and does not know etiquette ..."
"General Xie is more concerned." I interrupted his eager explanation with a smile, and was about to speak. Suddenly, my chest swelled, and a cough struck, covering my mouth, and speechless for a moment.
A Yue was busy handing in the soup.
I took the medicine, and suddenly I heard Qin'er said timidly, "Don't drink water when you cough."
Xie Xiaohe and I were both stunned, but when I saw her raising her head, her eyes were crystal clear, and her eyes were implicated. "My mother said that when I cough, I will drink water when I cough."
"Silly girl ..." Xie Xiaohe laughed and laughed, and I laughed, but my heart was sour.
"Okay, then I won't drink it." I put down the medicine cup and looked at her with a smile. "Your name is Mou Qinzhi, well, this name sounds good."
Her eyes looked at me brilliantly.
"My name is Wang Yan." I got up and reached out to her. "Let's look around and see which room you like, okay?"
She hesitated for a moment, and finally gave me her little hand in timidity.
-Since then, I have an additional daughter.
Holding the child's hand, my heart suddenly filled with tranquility and softness.
I am young and human, this sentence, only now I understand its meaning.
In my body, it is my child and Xiao Yan, and the child around me who lost his parents and lost everything in the war will also be my treasured treasure—I will love her, protect her, and compensate her Love and warmth.
Not only her, but so many lonely children, none of them should be victims of war.
Holding Qin'er all the way through the corridor, the more clear my heart was, Huo Ran was cheerful--
In wars that belong to men, women do not just have to stay at home waiting for their husbands to return.
There is much more I need to do.
The moonlight was cold, penetrating the window lattice, and shining through the jade carvings in front of the church.
In the face of the case, Xiao Yan was darkened in a sword box, and was surrounded by Hanyue Qinghui. Although he was still, he felt a sense of coldness forcing people to come.
The sword box slowly opened, a shark sheath swallowed silver, and the darkened mottled sword was held in his hand.
As soon as the sword started, this person seemed to be one.
The air of killing is diffused, and it seems that the air is back to the desert sky, and the yellow sand is thousands of miles away.
This is his sabre. He followed his horse to step through the mountains, swept through thousands of troops, thirstyly drank Hu Lu's blood. He never left for ten years until he entered the palace forcing Beijing to govern. After that, he wore the King of the Regent and the royal crown, and the sword was replaced with a dragon-sworded seven-star sword that conformed to the princely system.
This sword was sealed with the former Xueliang armor.
On the day of the sword closure, I was with him and saw him close the sword box with my own eyes.
At that time, I laughed and said, "I hope this sword will never have a sheath, and the world will be peaceful."
The words were still in the ears, and the smoke was rising again. After half a lifetime, this sword drank blood, and after all, it reappeared in the world.
In the moonlight, Xiao Yuan held his long sword flat, and the three-foot Qing Feng came out scabbard.
I closed my eyes violently, feeling cold, and I didn't dare look straight.
After all, killing, killing, killing.
Under the iron hooves of King Yuzhang's power, there was no more mercy and forgiveness, but only killing and punishment, deterrence, and destruction.
I sighed, he turned to look at me, his eyes looked cold, seemingly brilliant.
I walked towards him, floating under my feet, as heavy as lead.
He frowned, and returned his sword. "Don't come over, swordsman weapon, not close!"
I smiled suddenly, reached out and held the dark mottled scabbard, and slowly capsized-each mottled is a mark of life and death, how much blood and fire inscribed on this sword, life and death, sadness and fierce .
"Ama!" He seized the sword, and threw it into the case. "This sword is too bad for you, it's ominous to you and will hurt you."
I smiled, "No matter how bad it is, it can't be more important to you. I have never been afraid of it."
He didn't speak, staring at me silently.
I looked up and smiled as usual.
Since the Tang Dynasty rebelled, the Turks entered the customs, and the elder brother was trapped in the enemy camp, a series of incidents have called the situation change.
However, my response was stronger than he expected—no illness, no surprise, and I always faced him calmly in front of him. When I was watching him all over the world, only I stood behind him, the only strength he could console, giving him the last place of peace.
Moonlight was like water, reflecting the shadows of the two people on the ground, immersed in melted moonlight, floating slightly. Maybe the moonlight is too bright, the eyes are gradually blurred, and the thick sourness floods.
Parting is tomorrow.
After tonight, I don't know how many long nights I have to wait before I can get together.
It's difficult to go to Guanshan for thousands of miles, but there is only one round of moonlight. With the acacia, Liu Zhaojun's side.
He raised his hand and gently touched my cheek, his palm was warm and humid, but it was my own tears.
When did I burst into tears.
"Do you blame me, Grandma?" He said dumbly, with a slight tremor.
-Am I complaining?
If not, that is a falsehood.
At the most difficult time, he went to the battlefield and left me alone, facing all kinds of hardships alone-loneliness, fear, speculation, and even the pain of childbearing.
Not without pain, not without complaint.
I am just a woman, a woman who is afraid of parting and who is lonely.
However, I am even the wife of Xiao Yan, the princess of King Yuzhang.
This pain is not my own pain, nor is this grievance alone.
Thousands of souls have suffered the pain of their homes being broken and their bodies separated in the scourge of war—compared to all this, how can I complain and how can it hurt.
I raised my hand and covered the back of his hand, and smiled slightly. "If you come back one day earlier, I will be less complained. If you have one less hair, I will be more complained. I will always blame you until you When you return home safely, you will not be allowed to leave again.
Without saying a word, I was choking.
He didn't say a word, just raised his head for a long, long time before he looked down at me, his eyes still wet.
I touched his face tremblingly, but was tightly embraced by him.
He held me tightly, very tightly, and seemed afraid that he would lose it if he let go.
"I will come back before the baby can talk, before he calls the first dad! Grandma, you have to wait for me, no matter how difficult you have to wait for me ..." His voice choked, his throat rolled, and then Can't say any more, the reddish eyes looked at me deeply, seeming to see me in my heart. His body trembled slightly, revealing all the pain and helplessness.
At this moment, he is no longer the omnipotent King of Yuzhang, but just an ordinary person with blood and tears, a helpless husband and a guilty father. I clearly touched the heart-broken heartache under his cold face, and touched his fear ... He was afraid that he would never see him again, that I would not be able to bear the pain of childbearing, and that I would not wait for him to return. However, in the dilemma of his home country, there is always one side that he must give up, even if it hurts.
I buried my face deeply in his chest, nodded hard, and the tears were raging, "I will! I will wait for you to come back. On that day, I and my baby will be waiting for your triumphant return in the Temple of Heaven!"
In May of the Yuan Dynasty, King Yuzhang defeated the north.
In advance, Guan Weihou, Hu Guanglie, was the striker general, and led a hundred thousand stars to gallop in the night to help the north.
Another deputy generals Xu Geng and Xie Xiaohe led a light ride of 100,000 steps to Xu Luo, and the fate was guarded.
Xiao Qin led a 300,000 king division northward, and the Six Army gathered in Liangzhou.
Right actor Song Huai'en stayed in Beijing to assist the government, and he oversaw the grain.
The news of Wang Yuzhang's northward expedition spread, the army was encouraged, and the world was excited.
Not only is the battle at the northern border fierce, but the capital, the court, the court, and even the military tent are everywhere undercurrents and treacherous. Xiao Huan left Song Huai'en to sit in Beijing, assist in government affairs, and supervised the grain and grass army. In the central part of Beijing, Song Huaien controls the security and post-supply of Jingshi, and in the dark, I control the court and the family of gatekeepers. One light and one dark, they complement each other, and the source is still collected in Xiao Yan's hands.
Together with the incident at the border, Hu Guanglie was the first to ask for war. He has always been at odds with Tang Jing, and this rebellion is even more afraid of being snatched by Song Huaien for his credit. Tang Jing's rebellion has made Xiao Xun vigilant and vigilant, and Hu Guanglie's actions at this time have undoubtedly fueled him.
Since entering Beijing, a group of reckless generals headed by Hu Guanglie has arrogantly made great achievements and often has absurd acts. Hu Guanglie was particularly disgusted with the family's high-level door, always seeking provocations, and very dissatisfied with the actions taken by Xiao Ye to embrace the family's dear. He privately complained many times that Xiao Xiao had forgotten the situation, favored his wife, and disliked his old brother.
Prior to this, Xiao Xun was still thinking about the old meaning, and forbeared again and again, but since the Tang Dynasty incident, he has no pallor.