That year, on his father's birthday, he squeezed his head and begged a lot of people to win a chance to dance in front of his father. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

For the first time, he let his father see him head-on, and he saw his father head-on.

He wasn't happy, though.

When he was a child, he had imagined countless times what kind of scene he would meet his father, and how excited his heart should be.

How happy his father would have been when he saw him so wise?

But all this gradually disappeared with the vicissitudes of their mother and son's life for several years.

He was sixteen years old that year, and he was dressed in a long black coat that day, and he looked quite mature.

He held a red tassel gun in his hand, and with a thunderclap on the ground, he amazed everyone present, naturally, including the man he knew and was unfamiliar with sitting in the most distinguished seat.

It was also at that time that everyone learned that the emperor had such a heroic son.

Everyone thought that His Majesty the Emperor would give his son a lot of rewards and then promote him to the rank of prince.

But neither.

His Majesty the Emperor, who had unlimited power in his hand, called him to him, facing him and all the people present, "Yu'er is so good at a young age, such a kung fu, such a kung fu, you will definitely guard the frontier and benefit the people of Li, so I have decided to send you to the northwest with the army tomorrow." “

This sentence shocked everyone present.

Their mouths froze for a long, long time.

Tiger poison doesn't eat children!

Everyone present couldn't guess what His Majesty the Emperor was thinking.

But Long Yu was not surprised.

He smiled slightly and accepted the order, and then sat in a very inconspicuous place to watch the next performance.

Yes, tiger poison does not eat children. But the ministers forgot that there would be sons for the lonely people above the ten thousands.

He'll always be a loner.

He only has his country in his eyes from beginning to end.

That year, he should have been dressed and angry, a little brighter than the sun, but he didn't have any of these.

He was so calm and forbearing.

He can face all the humiliation and ridicule, and he can face all the injustice and frame-up.

His gaze was always on one place.

Every moonlit night, he lifted up his eyes to the far north, where was the grave of the man he missed, and where he wanted what he wanted.

He was convinced that one day he would get everything he wanted.

So he is not afraid to wait.

He firmly believed that along the way he would become harder and harder, more and more indestructible, and become helpless to no one.

When that day comes, he will no longer be the person who anyone can humiliate, anyone can laugh at and anyone can frame.

He firmly believes that the day when the king will return will not be far away.

So he always looked out to the far north, and he was confident that he would go back.

After that, in every battle, he fought bravely to kill the enemy and rushed to the front.

He is not a god, so naturally he does not know his fate, and he does not know whether his opponent will die first or he will die first.

But he had to gamble.

Thankfully, he still won the bet. He survived.

He was stained with the blood of his opponents.

Not once, he survived.

But he didn't feel lucky, because every time others thought it was a fluke, it was the result of his hard work.

He never felt lucky, and he never felt that he was favored by God.

All his gains seemed to him to be the result of his sweat drop by drop.

Never rely on, never take chances.

This is the secret of his survival in every war, big and small.

Every time, he would always rush to the front, and later, fewer and fewer people framed him, and he went from being a fledgie to being appreciated by many bloody generals.

Finally, he fought his way out for himself.

Every time he made a feud, he would find a way to get people to spread it to Kyoto.

But not to his emperor's father, but to the ministers in the court who were prestigious and clean.

Only when they heard it did he have a glimmer of hope.

He knows very well that any minister with an unclean background will naturally not say good things about him, because most of them have already chosen a certain prince as a backer, and they are thankful that they don't say bad things about him.

He was well aware of the situation in the DPRK and China, even if it was far away in the wilderness of the northwest.

Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

The truth couldn't be clearer.

So although he was far away from the court, he knew very well that those people could help him, and those people would harm him.

Each time, he carefully calculated how to get the news about him to reach the ears of a certain minister.

Every step he took was very good, and it was often the minister who knew about his exploits, and when he went to court the next day, he would be known by the emperor.

About his military exploits continued to spread to the royal capital, from the beginning only a certain minister knew, to later, the whole court knew about it, and then later, everyone in the palace knew.

Later, everyone in the city knew about it.

Therefore, the emperor was forced by the advice of the court elders to crown him as the king of Li before he returned to the royal capital.

When he heard the news, he was preparing for war in the northwest.

His brothers danced for him, but he was silent.

As if he was not the one who was made a prince.

He sat outside the tent all night, and he didn't sleep all night.

Although his brothers knew that he was very attentive before every battle, he had never stayed up all night.

They thought he was too happy, so they just patted him on the shoulder and reminded him to go to bed early.

He nodded in agreement, but still sat outside the account.

The stars in the sky were bright and scorching that night.

He saw his mother in the starlight.

It was winter and there was no sunshine.

Snowflakes were flying, covering the yellow earth, as if it had been tiled with a blank sheet of paper.

He came back from the outside, wanting to practice the swordsmanship he had learned for his mother, but he was stunned before he could walk in front of his mother.

He stood still, the smile on his face frozen, like a frozen river beside him.

He saw his mother sitting on a small wooden stool, with a large basin of clothes in front of her, which was a precious fabric that their mother and son could not even touch on a daily basis.

Her hands were red from the cold, redder than any carrot he had ever seen.

Hearing his voice, she smiled and looked up.

There was infinite love in his eyes, like a warm sun that wanted to melt him.

But this look is so dazzling at this moment.