After the puja, the two of them rested for a day and then left Pudu Temple.

When I went down the mountain pass, I saw a vendor carrying a flat pole at the foot of the mountain to resell spring tea. Seeing this, ordinary people are not surprised, and there are even those who come forward to ask the price. But Zhou Rushui's expression froze, and he was stunned for a moment, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

After a while, when the carriage was far away, she calmed down, and said softly to Wang Yuxi on the side: "He is also good at being a trader, and he can even weigh two pounds with his hands, and the score is exactly the same." If others want to deceive him, they will have to be stripped of a layer of skin by him. Back then, when I checked the salt business, he really helped a lot. Saying that, she endured the tears in her eyes before she said to Wang Yuxi: "If there is an afterlife, he should be born in a good family, and it is best to be carefree." The words fell, and he asked him uneasily: "San Lang, there will be an afterlife, right?"

Her question made Wang Yuxi can't help but think of a past.

The year before last, he talked with Feng Jieqing, and once talked about life in the world, the mystery of fate. At that time, he had no desires or desires, looked down on life and death, and had no attachment. Then he saw that there was a breeze blowing outside the window, and the peach blossoms were flying away, so he pointed to the falling peach blossoms and refuted Feng Ji: "Life in the world is like the petals and leaves of this branch, some fall into the filth, and some fly over the wall and fall on the gorgeous soft mat." Then fate is impermanent, and it doesn't matter what happens in the afterlife, it's all about the present. What's more, all sentient beings are suffering, and if they don't return to silence, they are immortal, and the repetition is shorter than this wavelength?"

At that time, he did not believe in the afterlife, and he did not believe in cause and effect. I only feel that the world has seen everything, but now, but in this life. But how do you want to be terminally ill, and you have a dream. When he woke up again, many things were different, he had his little princess, and he had something to look forward to. This momentary joy from the bottom of his heart made him know the pain of life, and he also wanted to be happy in the suffering.

So at this moment, he looked at her deeply and said seriously: "Or there may be, there will be an afterlife, and there will be a reunion, just like you and me." At this point, he added: "When I first entered the teacher's school, I was not on good terms. At that time, I competed with him for arrows, and I got twelve chips, and he got ten chips, and he was willing to gamble and lose, so he gave me all the silver bows and arrows. It's just that what I learned from him is a vertical and horizontal strategy, and the master often makes me and him an enemy, not to mention that the positions are different, so naturally they go their separate ways. Looking back now, it really feels like a world away. “

Although Ning Chuan died and Qianlou was defeated, he recognized him as a hero from the bottom of his heart. It's a pity that although they are heroes and heroes, they are worried about each other and cherish each other.

What's more......

He turned his face away, lifted the curtains, and looked out the window with a deep gaze.

Outside the window, the spring is shining, the sun is in full bloom, the street pawns are shouting loudly, and the people are in good spirits. Since the new monarch ascended the throne, he has made great efforts to eliminate paralysis and reduce taxes, which has indeed made the people of Zhou, who have been under pressure for a long time, greatly breathe.

After looking at it for a while, he put down the curtains, turned his face to look at Zhou Rushui again, and slowly asked her: "What does the little princess think if you are Xia Jinduan, and now that Xia Ji is dead, and the power is in your hands?"

"It was rumored that the news of Prince Xia's death came back to the Xia Kingdom, and Xia Jun fell ill. Xia Guo is also quite complaining about Xia Ji's death, and it is even rumored that Xia Ji's death is all because Xia Jinduan took the opportunity to kill his brother. So now, although Xia Ji, who was in front of her like a roadblock in the past, has returned to the West, he is more leisurely than a tiger. In order to calm the internal strife, she had to think more about it, and took advantage of the situation to block the mouths of this leisurely crowd. ”

"It's even more bitter, and since you have Ningchuan, it's hard to say where you want to get it. Now the momentum of the Xia army is the most prosperous, if she conquers the other countries in one go, she can solve the dilemma. If the Xia army continues to fight and win the people, she will calm down. ”

"Expedition?" Zhou Rushui paused slightly, returned to normal, looked at Wang Yuxi with bright eyes, and asked him: "Where is the expedition?" Is it Lu, is it Wei, or is it Zhou?"

Her picturesque eyes were full of water, pure and clean, so that Wang Yuxi's eyes narrowed, and unconsciously, she stretched out her slender hands to slowly support her chin, and gently stroked her cheeks before saying, "Don't go to Linyi for the time being." ”

Zhou Rushui's ears were slightly red, and he rubbed his slightly cool palm with attachment, and asked him very trustingly, "Where are you going?"

Wang Yuxi's eyes flashed, stared at her quietly for a long time, and only took her into his arms before holding the small few in the car, and slowly asked: "The wind starts at the end of Qingping, the west Xinjiang, the north Xinjiang, the south Xinjiang, the west and Xia neighbors, the north has the barbarian Wei enemy, and the south has Zheng Guo eyeing the tiger, where should I go?"

Where should we go? There is no need to think about it, the world has pushed people forward.

Unexpectedly, almost overnight, Xia and Wei reached an alliance, and the two countries became one to attack the Zhou state.

In the same year, a comet hung in the west, and the comet's tail swept across Chang Gung and rushed straight to the periphery. For a time, the people of the Zhou Kingdom were panicked, and the people were also unstable in the Yedu capital.

Xia Jinduan has a good plan, if the Xia State attacks Zhou, it will be a bully and a war for no reason. However, if he allied with Wei, he became the same enemy and advanced and retreated with Wei. As a result, one soldier is strong and the people are rich, and the other is a deep feud in the sea of blood, and the cooperation is really seamless. Zhou Guoben was taking the opportunity to recuperate and adjust his income. Now that this breath has not eased, it has ushered in this bloody rain again.

Because of the fame of the division, the Xia and Wei kingdoms can be described as extremely rampant, they killed the border people, bullied women and children, destroyed the fields and houses, plundered millet and rice, burned the city, and were extremely violent, without any relief.

Even Xiao Wang defended Tianshui City, and he was finally outnumbered, and he spilled the blood of the people of the city on the frontier. Not long after, Tianshui City fell, followed by Pengcheng being trapped.

I saw the fire in Tianshui City like a torch, the smoke was billowing, and the people in the city were all in tears, all of them were crying, and all of them were sad. When the Xia Wei allied army was eyeing the city gate to persuade them to surrender, the soldiers and civilians of Pengcheng were even more furious.

But it doesn't matter if you cry, or if you are sad or angry, even if Song Ji opens the inner city gate and lets the women and children flee to Yedu. In Pengcheng, no one has the intention of fleeing. It is a four- or five-year-old child, who also followed his father and mother to build a city defense, knowing that yesterday's Tianshui City, today's Pengcheng, this city stands here one by one, if they flee one after another, it is a word to surrender, and it will be difficult to protect an inch of land.

The people of Tianshui City swore to defend the city for their sake, and they should do the same to protect future generations.

At this moment, the slippery and sophisticated Song Ji is also as pale as iron, he stood on the city gate, his voice was low, the words were like iron, he lowered his head slowly, looked at the soldiers and people in the city, looked at their resolute, blood-red eyes, and said loudly: "Although my Zhou is weak, but I can't bend! Our ancestors have lived on this land for generations, and our ancestors and gods are recuperating in this underground, so although Xia Wei is strong, Pengcheng will not give up! It will be broken jade, not for the whole tile! No matter in the past or in the future, Pengcheng will never surrender!"

As soon as his voice fell, it also made the soldiers and civilians under the city have mixed feelings, they couldn't help but think of the relatives and friends who died in the battle over the years, the young city lord Huan Chong who died protecting the city, the old city lord Huan Song, who still defended the city despite the pain of losing his son, and remembered the aggressive Xia and Wei coalition forces that are now twenty miles outside the city. Thinking of this, the soldiers and civilians in the city all had mixed feelings, and they all agreed, and shouted angrily: "No matter in the past or in the future, Pengcheng will never surrender!"

No matter in the past or in the future, Pengcheng will never surrender!

This sound burst into bursts, making Song Ji, who was originally a little timid, feel like he was at home. Everything came too suddenly, although he had asked Ye Du for help, but the thief army was like a bamboo, so quickly captured Tianshui City, pressed in front of the Pengcheng array, so Pengcheng was afraid that he could not wait for reinforcements, they had to fight to the death. Even if he knows that this fight is strong and outnumbered, he is afraid that there will be no return.

However, he finally raised his hammer and struck it heavily on the war drum, and he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "People are in the city!

People are in the city! Vow to fight the thieves to the end!

People are in the city!

People are in the city!

After a burst of shouts, the once prosperous Pengcheng finally became a sea of corpses and blood, and they fought bravely, even if their bodies and souls were destroyed.

When Zhou Rushui and Wang Yuxi arrived in Qiu County, it was already late. Pengcheng has been captured by the Xia and Wei coalition forces, and as far as the eye can see, the dust is rolling, the sea of fire is full, and the hundred-year-old Pengcheng has been reduced to ashes.

At sunset, Wang Yuxi and Zhou Rushui hurriedly walked into the empty and ruined Pengcheng, both with solemn expressions and sinking their brows.

Zhou Rushui saw that the city was dead and silent, and in the bustling streets of the past, the pillars of smoke soared into the sky, and the corpses were in different places. There are men and women, old and young, all of whom are spared, and it is unbearable. There were blood stains everywhere, there were ashes everywhere, she was led by Wang Yuxi from the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, and when she saw a female corpse lying in front of the ruins, she finally felt a bitter pain in her throat and almost vomited.

Not long ago, she had seen Ningchuan City collapse with a bang, and at that time, she still had pity, and she felt that there were many regrets in the world. But now, she is even indifferent to pity, and a monstrous anger has risen in her heart, and she can't wait to burn Xia Guo and Wei Guo to the ground. However, her home country has been poor for a long time and is precarious. As a result, he was humiliated and humiliated, and he was inevitably in the woe of today.

In front of her, Wang Yuxi's palm was even colder, but he held her, every step was extremely steady, and they climbed the city tower that had collapsed most of them step by step. She followed him, lingering among the corpses for a long time. Finally, they stopped in front of a male corpse with a mallet in his hand, charred beyond recognition by the fire.

She endured her fear to look, and saw Wang Yuxi slowly let go of her hand, and after a moment, she took a deep look at the unrecognizable corpse.

Seeing that she was puzzled, she said, "This is Song Ji." At this point, he said slowly: "As far as I know, the Song Mansion could have retreated to Qiu County. However, none of the people in the Song Mansion escaped, and they were all martyred. ”

"And his six-year-old?"

"Yes, yes. Wang Yuxi nodded, looking compassionate.

No one knows how many joys and sorrows were staged in Pengcheng before the war. No one knows what they were thinking when they resisted to the death, whether they were afraid, whether they would worry about their parents, wives and children, whether they would miss the flowers and trees that bloomed in front of their house, and the newly built magpie nest under the eaves.

The former Pengcheng was full of vitality and prosperity. But now, the flowers have fallen, the city has fallen into ruins, and they are all dead. The hundred-year-old Pengcheng was slaughtered by the Xia Wei coalition army, the ancestral hall was destroyed, the soldiers and civilians died, the heavens and the earth were dead, the banner of Xia Wei flew high on the broken city wall, like a triumphant thief, looking at the scorching land condescendingly looking at the scorching surrounding land, looking at the loyal souls all over the ground.

After a long time, Wang Yuxi straightened up, the spring breeze blew his blood-stained clothes, and he stood on top of the broken city gate, looking into the distance, with his back to everyone.

He slowly stepped forward, personally pulled up the obstructive enemy flag above the city gate, he threw them heavily to the ground, only to endure the surging emotions in his heart, to Zhou Rushui behind him, to the left guard, to the Wang family army, word by word: "The world is chaotic, and the heroes are fighting." However, although Pengcheng is weak, men, women, and children, no one has surrendered, and there is none

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