An Ning arrived at Yang Ziming's dormitory, Beirong Wang Su An and Yang Ziming had just soaked in the hot springs, and the two sat in the hall to drink, watching the small basket play in the snow in the front hall. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info An ning walked into the yard, and the small basket squatting on the ground looked up at her, Beirong had a lot of meat, and the small basket grew up fast, and there was a faint tendency to catch up with her.

An Ning looked at him carefully, the eyes of the little basket were crystal clear, and there was no confusion and a layer of mist in his eyes as he had at the beginning.

The little basket, now renamed Ali Tun Na Su Ling, was dressed in the expensive garments of the prince of Beijon, wearing a golden tiger head and cotton hat with ears, gloves on his hands, and his face was red from the cold, like a little white rabbit. Several Beirong children played with him, and a few Beirong soldiers guarded him and listened to his command, pushing the snowball onto another snowball.

Jiang Fenglan had already untied her control over her own son, and he had forgotten all the memories of Su Ling's experience as a little basket - pretending to be a beggar and approaching Qiao Xu with a small basket, and even being beaten all over his body.

He only remembered that he was Su Ling, the prince of Beirong, and his mother lived in Daliang, and finally returned to his homeland Beirong and became the sole heir to the throne.

She wasn't sure if Su Ling still remembered her, and she wasn't sure if he still remembered Qiao Xu.

After all, Qiao Xu still likes the little basket very much, and is grateful for his life-saving grace.

I wanted An Ning to bring the small basket back.

If An Ning returned to Daliang with Su Ling, he would have to explain to Qiao Xu why his favorite playmate became the prince of Beirong and was sent to Daliang as a proton.

Su Ling looked at An Ning and stood up, his appearance inherited his mother's beauty, very handsome and beautiful. His eyes seemed to flow with a kind of light, and he walked towards her, and he took An Ning's hand, and when he came to the snowdrift, he showed her the snowman he had built, and his small hand held her hand, and his palm was warm.

He didn't remember her anymore.

An Ning sighed in her heart, if Su Ling was just an ordinary Beirong proton, after arriving at Daliang, she and him were just strangers, she didn't have to care about him. Now, she remembered the memories of him as a little basket, and she couldn't ignore him.

She didn't know whether to lament Yang Ziming's thoughtfulness or lament the impermanence of fate.

After playing with Su Ling for a while, An Ning walked up the steps, King Beirong knew that Yang Ziming's body was afraid of cold, and the dormitory arranged for him had a live hot spring, and the whole hall was burning with charcoal fire, warm as spring.

Yang Ziming poured her a glass of fruit wine to warm up. An Ning explained his intentions, but Yang Zheming replied unexpectedly: "I will go back with you." ”

An Ning raised his eyebrows, he thought he would stay in Beirong for a while. Yang Zheming looked at her lightly: "Don't forget, I am still the prince of the Anqing Palace, and the prince of the royal family who leads the title of the palace must participate in the civil and military evaluation at the beginning of the imperial court." ”

This is the long-standing tradition of the Daliang royal family, in order to ensure that the royal bloodline will not be slack and lazy, and to prevent the people of the royal family from being lazy and lazy, the heirs to the title will be evaluated every year. After that, it gradually developed into a hairpin family as long as there is a title, all have to participate in the evaluation, once the evaluation is not qualified, the Ministry of Rites will report to the emperor as appropriate.

If the evaluation results are unsatisfactory and the imperial case is submitted to the emperor for personal reading, even if the title will not be taken away, the future future is also worrying. Those who excel in the evaluation can be appointed by the emperor and begin to lead the government affairs of the court and share worries for the monarch.

So this is something that Yang Zheming has to pay attention to.

An Ning can think of this, just because she is a princess, she has never been involved in such a thing, and naturally she has never taken it to heart. She remembers that it has always been Yang Bin who has won the first place over the years, and she doesn't know who is better than Yang Ziming and Yang Bin this year.

Yang Zheming's fingers gently rubbed the wine cup, his elder brother Yang Zhemin, the king of Anjun, led the troops, and now it was time to come back for a meeting.

In his early years, King Anjun was named King Anzi because he was the eldest son of King Anqing, and now the title falls on his head, and the status of King Anjun is very embarrassing.

The two brothers are incompatible.

Qiao Wu chose a date and held a funeral.

Most of the 100-person team they brought fell into the hands of Su Ying in Jiaoyue's surrender plan, some died in the war during the palace change, and some died in the underground palace, and there were only a few dozen people left alive. Qiao Wu pretended to bury their corpses, and without the corpses, he erected a clothed mound, buried them on the grassland, and erected a monument for them.

On the vast grassland, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly fell on the snow, Qiao Wu and Qiao Sili led the rest of the people to stand in front of the grave, toasted each of them in front of the grave, and said, "Brother drank this glass of wine, on the Huangquan Road, don't look back." ”

The inscription bears the name of each of them, and this place is very close to the glacier, and this cemetery is blessed by the ice god, and the idle people will not come to disturb it.

Princess An Ning stood in the distance and watched, Qiao Wu walked towards her slowly, looking at this scene of the setting sun, quiet and serene, and said softly: "Before we left, we all agreed with our brothers, if you die anywhere, you will be buried there." The breeze caressed the grassland and swept over the silent monuments, Qiao Wu sighed: "Grandpa Guo often has a sentence on his lips - the bones of the faithful are buried everywhere in the green mountains, why should the body be returned to the horse leather." ”

An Ning said: "When the next time Daliang's army comes, we still have to find a way to move them back to their graves, and they will be safe when they return to their hometowns." "They still have relatives in Daliang, and there must always be someone to worship during the Qingming Festival.

Qiao Wu hesitated: "We forcibly went out of the customs this time, and we didn't report it to the imperial court, and after we went back, they didn't have any merits to speak of." ”

An Ning was silent, they followed her to Beirong, it was in vain to ignore the military order of Lianggu City, it was a private righteous act, once they were involved, it was bound to involve her behavior as Princess An Ning, and she had to make an explanation to the court.

Even if this glory returns, this credit really can't be resorted to, otherwise she will face a lot of questions and suspicions, even if Prince Zhuo Rui intends to exonerate her, she will not be able to escape the blame, and it will even involve her grandfather Qiao Guogong.

For the first time, she realized that as a princess, there was something she could do about it.

She can't justify these people, can't give them the rewards they deserve, can't let the world know about their immortal exploits.

She clenched her palms slightly, and said solemnly: "I will remember." Her hand rested lightly on the inscription, and her gaze fell on everyone's name: "Qiao Wu, I will remember them, one day, their names will be known, and their descendants will be able to inherit the glory of their fathers." ”

They are the real warriors of Daliang, who regard death as home, and are brave and fearless.

The world should circulate their stories, write poems, compile legends, praise them, and admire them.

Let the world remember them.

Qiao Wu looked at Princess An Ning, the sunset shone in front of her, outlining her small figure, and her eyes fell on the souls wandering in the sunset.

How long do they have to wait?