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Ye Daiwan couldn't remember where she had read this sentence, but she still remembered it to this day. Every time I think about it, there is always a feeling of blood boiling. But if you really want Ye Daiwan to be the hero who died for her integrity, don't talk about others, the first person who wants to laugh is herself.

How can it not be funny? People are always greedy for life and afraid of death more than anything else. It's better to die than to live. As long as you can live with a dead face, no matter how humble and ridiculous you are, you will want to live for a long time. Ye Daiwan couldn't be clearer. Otherwise, she would have committed suicide by throwing herself into a well in the ten years that Xu Wanqing bullied her, oppressed her, and humiliated her. But she didn't.

What if the scraps are cold, what about the ragged clothes, what about laughing and scolding, as long as you can live. Even if everyone in the world wants her to die, at least she wants to live. Ye Daiwan looked at her now rich clothes and food, and she couldn't remember how she had survived it at all. No matter how painful and pitiful the memories are, they all fade under this dazzling luxury.

Maybe one day, she will really forget that she chopped firewood in the cold wind for an hour for a mouthful of hot food, like a young lady raised by a real family that does not eat fireworks in the world. By then, won't she be a faint gentleman who likes to work hard? Even she herself can't guarantee it.

People are more forgetful than they think.

Ye Daiwan stretched out her hands to the dazzling sunlight. Behold, the calluses on these hands have all been wiped out, and now they are white and tender like the hands of a child who has not done anything. If even this scar can't withstand the ravages of time, what will she do to ensure that she will not change her original intention.

The lamp that had been released on the Luo River, the lofty wishes she had thought of that made people laugh, could really be realized? With her, could the soul of the modern day be nobler than the one of the ancient? Dream on.

was troubled by these unwarranted sorrows, which made Ye Dai miss Xie Xuan very much. It's been a long time since I last wrote to you. She also knew that Bianzhou was a place of rebellion, and it was not so easy to communicate, and it was very dangerous to expose his location if he was intercepted. But she still couldn't help but complain lightly in her heart. Probably this is a manifestation of a woman in love who has a broken brain.

Don't think about him, don't think about the unmeasurable trajectory in the future, Ye Daiwan took Ji Xi out of the palace secretly, through the noisy street market, thinking about nothing, just wandering around casually. The sound of people shouting, the smell of all kinds of food, the wind blowing on the face, carrying the slight heat of summer. Ye Daiwan had a hint of fresh breath.

"Your Majesty...... Wei Zhen, why are you here? Ye Daiwan looked back and saw that it was Li Wenfang holding a large pile of books.

"I'm just out shopping. Why is Brother Wen Fang here? Ye Daiwan reached out and took the top of the pile of books in his arms. Brother Wen Fang, did you make a windfall? Having the money to buy so many books? ”

"Don't make fun of me. This is a book from the academy, which I borrowed and copied with my classmates, and now I am about to return it. Li Wenfang paused, and then asked. Wei Zhen, do you want to go with me? ”

Although he looked like a good old man, since the last time he visited the garden, he had seen the delicacies of the dead in the four sects, and Ye Daiwan felt that he might have cut it with sesame filling. I always feel like there's a conspiracy. "Go."

Idleness is also idle, and it is uncomfortable not to do something, and Ski, Ye Daidu, happily agreed. Then she fell into the pit of the cross. Because it is now the opening day of the Spring Festival, the Reading Hall in the academy is short of manpower. "Great, it's not a loss to Brother Wen Fang, I finally got someone. Hurry up, brother, take a hand. ”

Ye Daiwan was overwhelmed by books. Because of the relationship between the spring and the moon, there are several more people who come to the Reading Library to borrow books, but the number of people who classify them is very small. On weekdays, many of the students who help have to participate in the spring festival. As a person who can't have a spring in his life, Ye Daiwan has no choice but to work hard. But I didn't expect this job to be really interesting. Ye Daiwan read a lot of strange novels on the way to classification.

In other words, is the guy who watched "Strange Tales of Shangjing" at such a critical juncture seriously want to have a spring season? Ye Dai watched half of it with relish, and planned to go back to the palace to ask Lu Shushen to look for it and continue to watch.

"How is this book?" Ye Daiwan was nibbling on another novel about Xijing's bloody deeds, when an old man's voice rang in her ears suddenly, almost scaring her to death.

Ye Daiwan took two deep breaths before calming herself down. "It's funny. Sir, is this book true? ”

"That's nature, if it's just a fantasy, Xiao Lao'er will never put it on the bookshelf." The old man, with a gray beard and hair, looked kind, and continued to talk to Ye Daiwan with a smile. "What do you think of this?"

"The majestic mountains and rivers make people's blood boil. I think no matter how many times I read this kind of story, it will make people fall in love with it. Ye Daiwan's eyes were shining when she spoke. In life, if you can die for your own way in a dashing and majestic manner, then you will die without regrets. ”

The old gentleman asked with a solemn expression. "Is it enviable that they died on the battlefield and that their bodies could not even return home? In this story, don't you see these family members wailing for their bones, except for the tragedy of generosity and righteousness? Isn't it worth reflecting on the loss of a woman her husband, the loss of her son, and the loss of her father by a child? Do you only see the thick ink color, and not see how many people's blood and tears are shed between the blank spaces? ”

These words are naturally the truth, and of course Ye Daiwan will not deny it. But the small flame in Ye Daidui's heart was still ignited by his contemptuous eyes. She never went down the river, but was content with being taught. "Then your Excellency wants to deny the significance of the greatness for which they died?"

A gunpowder-flavored opening statement. Sorry, but drinking too much chicken soup for the soul makes people sick to their stomachs all the time.

"What do you mean?" The old gentleman asked, narrowing his eyes.

"People are born to die, if death is fearless, death is the way, then what is the harm of death? In this story, every soldier, general, and even a woman dies for the purpose of their hearts, and you want to deny their ambition for that? Ye Daiwan paused, looked straight into the other party's eyes, and continued. What do you think they died? ”

"They died because of the stupid and ignorant emperor, because of the insatiable rulers, because of wars that should not have happened. Do you want to say that just because they died well, their families shouldn't be sad? The old gentleman clenched his fists and retorted excitedly.

"Of course not. The living mourn for the dead. Even if they die in their own homes and die at the end of their lives, it will not change the grief of loss. Ye Daiwan replied quickly. But you must know that the people in this story died in the Battle of Akano. What is Akano? If the last boundary between the north and the south is lost, the world of the south will be lost. They fought for the king? No. They fought for merit? No. They fought to the death? Not even more. ”

"They fought to keep every inch of land behind them that belonged to their homeland; Fight to protect every loved one behind you; In order to protect their faith, this endless land will not succumb to any enemy to fight. They are the backbone of this Great Wei, the backbone of this Great Wei, and the well-deserved heroes of this Great Wei. Do you still want to deny the meaning of this death? ”

In the end, Ye Daiwan had completely forgotten to control her volume. The students of the entire Reading Hall involuntarily quieted down and listened to her. She was clearly standing in a dim corner, but she was more dazzling than standing on a high platform.