Some people say: This is a folk fabrication. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Some people also said: This is an internal circulation. Others say: This is historical truth. And all this because he didn't want to leave a mark in history. I remember that it was a chaotic era, and the people were unclothed and shrouded in horses. Song Taizu's Yuanjia rule only won the Canghuang Beigu. Tuoba Tao's policy of gentleness is just to make wedding dresses for others. At the same time, this is also a sensual era, the king of Lanling, who has the reputation of the god of war, even though he died young, is still full of mystery. Does anyone care about the legend of the female prime minister Lu Zhen? A wisp of fragrant soul is not gone, is it waiting for him? The Northern Wei Dynasty and the Southern Dynasties fought against each other, and the Rouran, Khitan, and Wusun were eyeing each other, and it has to be said that this was an era of frequent wars. Regardless of confusion and sensuality. All this is not enough for the desire for power, the pursuit of territory, that is, in this period is destined to be full of killing. In 420, Liu Yu abolished Emperor Sima Dewen of Jin Gong and established himself as emperor, with the country name of Great Song, all of which were healthy. This is where the story edges. Xu Xianzhi, Fu Liang, Xie Hui, and Tan Daoji are famous generals in history, and they are also brothers who lived and died with Liu Yu. This is historical research. In fact, there is another person between them, whose name and surname are no longer available. Although he is just and weak, he is a wizard. It's a pity that Liu Yugang ascended the throne as emperor, and he has decided to go into hiding. Surprisingly, Liu Yu actually gave permission. Tan Daoji had a deep personal relationship with him, so he said goodbye to him the night before leaving. The moon was as bright as water, and the moon was surprisingly round, and he still remembers it. I just don't want it to be the last side, if I know it then, I'm afraid, I have to let him hide with him until he dies. But who could have predicted the impermanence of the world. That day, they sat in the backyard and drank carefully, compared to the man, Tan Daoji was a little uncontrollable, "Brother Luo, how can you abandon the official and go into hiding?" The man surnamed Luo glanced at Tan Daoji and said in a rather light tone: "Brother Tan, everyone has their own life." I have never liked to be an official, nor do I like the darkness of officialdom. Tan Daoji dropped his bear paw and said, "Brother Luo, I'll just say it!" It's really unrighteous for you to leave now, and now is the time for you and me to show our strengths, how can you pick and choose. The man surnamed Luo knew that Tan Daoji had always been outspoken and fast-talking, and he didn't mind. just said to him meaningfully: "Brother Tan, officialdom is not comparable to the battlefield, on the battlefield we can fight the enemy with open swords and guns, but in the officialdom, some people hide swords in their smiles, and some people have honey swords in their mouths." At this time, if you go into seclusion, it may be the best choice. Tan Daoji waved his hand and said, "What are you afraid of, the current emperor is our brother." The man just shook his head, his eyes were long, and said, "He is our brother, but he is also the current emperor." Tan Daoji was stunned for a moment and said, "Could it be that he doesn't care about his past feelings?" The man smiled bitterly and said, "Be careful." Tan Daoji fell into deep thought, and later diverted the topic: "Brother Luo, it seems that no matter how I persuade you, you are determined to go into hiding." The man smiled lightly. Tan Daoji knew that it would be in vain for him to say anything, so he said proudly: "Then tonight, I won't get drunk and won't return." The man nodded amusefully and said, "Okay." ”

Before dawn, he had already left, alone, without any worries. But he didn't pay attention to the hidden figure of Tan Daoji behind him. Maybe I already knew, but I just didn't want to add to my sorrows.

In the luxurious Beiyuan, the person next to Liu Yu asked: "Your Majesty, you really plan to let Luowen go into hiding, and you are not afraid that he will take refuge in the Northern Wei Dynasty." Liu Yu smiled and said, "If I'm afraid, I won't leave." Besides, he has always made heavy commitments, not to mention that he holds the lifeblood of the country in his hands. Otherwise, what qualifications does he have to negotiate with me? The little eunuch lowered his head slightly and continued: "Then what conditions did he talk to the emperor about?" The corners of Liu Yu's eyes were slightly cold, and he stood up and said, "You seem to be in too much control." With that, he turned and left, and then a terrible scream came from the garden.

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The deserted woods, under the erosion of the moonlight, are particularly strange. The wind is unwilling to be lonely, blowing on the ground like abandoned leaves. The trees also seemed to be frightened and screamed, and the ghost fires around them roamed around with the floating wind, looming. There was also a real wolf howl in the distance, which was particularly desolate. At this moment, a horse galloped from a distance, and disappeared into the depths of the moonlight in an instant.

In the long, narrow, deep alleys of the Yangtze River, a man in an ink coat holding a sleeping baby avoids the bustling street and slips into a lonely path, as if he is running away from something. Suddenly, the man's eyes lit up and he disappeared into an inner courtyard. The pavilions and pavilions in the courtyard are tortuous and twisting. The man seemed to be very familiar with this, he avoided the servants in the courtyard, and came to a bamboo forest, and saw a man in white, sitting on a chair drinking alone, but strangely there were two wine glasses on the table, as if he had expected it for a long time. The man in ink sat down without waiting for a greeting.

The man in white glanced at it but didn't say anything, just tasted the contents of the cup lightly. The man in ink flashed a trace of struggle, as if he had a thousand words, but he just spit out the word "senior brother". The man in white held the wine glass, paused his hand slightly, sighed lightly, and said, "You still can't put it down?" "It's obviously a question, but it's so determined. The man in ink had dark eyes, and his tone was soft and long, with a deep loneliness: "Senior brother, it has penetrated deep into the bone marrow." No matter how much the man in white spoke, he turned into a sigh. The man in ink swept the baby in his arms, lightly opened his thin lips, and said, "Senior brother, I have something to ask you. The faint tone didn't seem to be humble enough to ask for help, but the man in white knew that he could say these words, and the limit of the man in ink.

The man in white swept the baby in Moyi's arms and said, "About her." The man in ink nodded and said, "This is her daughter." I want you to take care of it. The man in white took the baby in his arms, frowned slightly, and asked, "Does Brother Tan know?" The man in ink shook his head and said with a little bitterness: "If the moon is full, it will be lost, and when the water is full, it will overflow." Brother Tan didn't believe that the Holy Lord would be ruthless to this point. The man in white looked a little helpless and said: "Under the imperial power, the most ruthless person is the person in power." ”

The man in ink breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If that's the case, I can leave with peace of mind." The man in white frowned slightly and said, "Do you still want to go back?" The man in ink got up and said, "Senior brother, this may be the last time we will see each other." The man in white looked solemn and asked, "Now that you know what the result of waiting is?" Even so, do you want to go back? The man in ink lowered his head and smiled, but said lightly: "As long as there is a place where he is, I will go." The man in white sighed and asked, "Is it worth it?" A hint of pampering flashed in the eyes of the man in ink, and his gaze was dark and lingering. Then he said lightly: "I am willing to lose." The corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow smile, as if immersed in memory.

In the forest, the bamboo shadow is mottled, and a breeze blows. shattered the man's thoughts, looked at the figure of the man in ink, even though there were a thousand words, only a wisp of sigh remained. The man in white looked back at the sleeping baby in his arms. He smiled lightly and said, "The curtain is green, the curtain is bamboo." In the future, it will be called curtain green! The man in white looked at the wine glass on the table again, just shook his head slowly, and then got up and disappeared into the depths of the forest.