If Su Duhan can be willing to put down the butcher's knife, even if he will not choose to marry him in this life, before he causes a catastrophe, Murong Wei still hopes that he can guard his aunt, lead the hereditary Yulu, and live this life with peace of mind. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

My aunt has been pure and kind all her life, and she believes in karma the most, and refuses to do a bad thing. Murong Wei didn't understand after all, how could such a good aunt get involved in such a tragedy.

If you lose your husband in middle age, do you still have to lose your son when you are old? What kind of cause and effect should make your aunt suffer such a tribulation, and all these sorrows will be fulfilled in your aunt?

"Ah Wei, shouldn't a good boy protect his family and defend the country? Do you want me to live under your princess halo for the rest of my life?" Su Duhan's voice was low and soothing, and it was the most beautiful music in Murong Wei's heart.

In his previous life, he also said something similar, letting himself cry because he was reluctant to separate.

Murong Wei still remembers that on the city tower that year, he saw Su Duhan travel far away alone, watching his white horse and silver spear raise bursts of yellow sand, and then disappear again, until a few years later, there was such a big blood rain.

In a moment of stalemate, Murong Wei heard her cold and sharp voice raised high.

The voice was like a wire hinged by something, and it was rusty and cold: "Cousin, you are you, I am me, how can I say that whose light covers whom? If it has to be far-fetched, my aunt is also the eldest princess of Xixia, do you think her brilliance has ever overshadowed my uncle? Or in your eyes, my father and emperor will be controlled by my mother for the rest of his life?"

Su Duhan's hand under his sleeve trembled slightly, and Murong Wei said his heart every word.

Of course, his mother can't hide his father's brilliance, that's because his father not only has the false title of King An, but also has the honor of fighting on the battlefield.

With the dragon and tiger talisman he holds, his father can mobilize the soldiers and horses of Xixia and the country, and the identity of the dragon and tiger general is well-deserved, and who in the world can compete with him.

Queen Chu is strong, and she always wants to dominate the front dynasty and the harem. As for Emperor Chongming, Su Duhan was originally sure that he would be restrained by Empress Chu for the rest of his life. Who would have thought that in just a few months, the DPRK and China would have a new momentum.

Empress Chu calmly cleaned up the harem, withdrew the hand stretched out to the front court, and let Emperor Chongming call for wind and rain, and now with the support of the queen mother, she acted more smoothly.

Su Duhan thought about this, forcibly held back the discomfort in his chest, and exhaled a sullen breath.

Originally, he looked down on Emperor Chongming, who had never sat on the throne, but now looking at the thunderous momentum in the court, Su Duhan didn't dare to take it lightly, and he actually had a faint fear of the person on that son.

Su Duhan chewed Murong Wei's unfriendly words, as if a piece of his heart had been dug up, and he asked in a low voice: "Ah Wei, do you conclude that you are you, and I am me?"

In the morning of mid-spring, the rain is dense and the fragrance of flowers is quiet.

The smoky and flowing Jiangnan was like a dream, only Murong Wei's cold words made Su Duhan unwilling, and those words were like a sharp wind swirling in his head, whistling over and over again.

didn't have to pay attention to the implicit meaning of Murong Wei's words, but chewed on what his father had done over the years, and the word "father" was the word that made Su Duhan love and hate dilemma.

He respected and even loved his father, and hated him deeply, but now he is at a loss.

When he was young, he ran away from the old house, and Su Duhan may think that his father did not want to admit that he was a descendant of the little emperor and the nurse. Others thought that his noble background was deeply ashamed of his father.

When he became famous, he still didn't want to take back what belonged to him, Su Duhan thought it was his mother's influence. Even though her mother didn't know anything, her father was reluctant to hurt her relatives because he loved her so much, so he could only live with the Su family.

The same choice is the same as my father back then, and now it is in front of him.

Is it to choose to be a childhood sweetheart with Murong Wei, give up his identity as a descendant of the Zhou royal family, and An An will be the hereditary prince of An, and he will die old?

Or should it be a prancing horse with a horizontal sword, complete the unification of the world of the Great Zhou, let the country restore the surname of Zhou, and let the ancestors rest in peace under the spring?

Between the battle between heaven and man, Murong Wei's smiling face, the boiling wine and tea in the Canglang Pavilion, and the gentleness that warmed the palm of his hand gradually became fragmented.

However, the faces of Su Guangfu and the Su clan flashed in front of Su Duhan's eyes one by one, and gradually became clear.

Through the heavy fog that was removed, Su Duhan could even see the steep Ancient Tea Horse Road, the high mountains were coiled low and low, and the turbid waves were crashing on the shore below.

A team of people walked with difficulty, carrying heavy bags on their shoulders, knowing that the road ahead was bumpy, but still had no regrets.

There are people who are swallowed by cliffs and turbid waves every year, and Su Guangfu still firmly leads them forward.

The efforts of these people eventually turned into gold bars under the ancestral hall of the Su family's old mansion to help him achieve the achievements of Kuang Fu Da Zhou.

There are also those portraits of the emperor and queen who should have been hung high in the palace hall for future generations to pay homage to and worship, but now they can only be hidden deep in the ground of the Su family ancestral hall.

There are so many people behind him who have died for the Great Zhou Dynasty, how can he abandon them, as long as he is safe?

Su Duhan's gaze gradually changed from gentle to cold, and he looked at Murong Wei calmly.

Murong Wei's voice was raised high, still sharp: "You obviously have a three-year filial piety period, why do you have to choose to go to the border city at this time, so that your aunt is in suspense day and night." Isn't there a civil and military official in Beijing, and they all have to go to the battlefield to make meritorious contributions?"

The tone was aggressive, categorical, and did not give Su Duhan the slightest room to maneuver, and it was definitely not as delicate and soft as Murong Wei usually faced him.

The past and present lives are intertwined, thinking of the relatives who died tragically, Murong Wei bit her lower lip fiercely and tasted the slightest saltiness in her mouth.

Looking at the beautiful young man in front of him, he was not like the executioner who slaughtered the Murong clan in a few years. She actually wanted to ask him how he recognized the Murong family as a feud and couldn't let go of the illusory cause of recovering the country.

It was not the Murong family that destroyed the Great Zhou, nor was it the Murong family that killed his ancestors. The so-called revenge is nothing more than using this as an excuse to lead a group of foolish and loyal descendants of the remnants of the former dynasty to achieve his own ambition of vain trying to dominate the world.

Su Duhan stood for a long time, his mind turned a few times, and he saw that Murong Wei did not flinch, after all, he couldn't tear his face with her at this time.

He clenched his fists tightly, restrained his anger, and only sighed lightly, "Ah Wei, you are too excited, let's talk about these things later, let's go see Qionghua first." Jiangnan is full of smoke and rain, and it is your favorite weather. My mother is already changing clothes, and the third brother and sister are there, and I have no one to invite them. ”

The sound of pulling was abrupt, but Murong Wei didn't care about it at all, and her long sleeves stroking suddenly, sweeping all the fat powder bottles and cans on the makeup table to the ground. (To be continued.) )