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On the outskirts of Chang'an, the villages are sparse.

Unlike Chang'an City, there are tall city walls outside, and there are rows of high and low buildings inside, and the furious cold wind can't be connected at all; On the outskirts of Chang'an, the empty land is unobstructed, and the trees on the fertile land that are far away cannot stop the footsteps of the cold wind, not to mention the growing half-human tall winter wheat that is about to enter the booting period, and the withered yellow weeds on the ground cover are also not at all effective, so the uncertain Huang Chen decisively chose to drift away with the wind.

This kind of collapse retreat makes the outside of the city and the inside of the city become two worlds.

Sun Dao didn't know how the people in the villages on the outskirts of the city could adapt to such a sunny but cold climate, anyway, what he did was to turn around and bend down to wrap the little boy behind him in an airtight airtight manner, and then casually tightened the plain clothes on his body.

Dozens of plainclothes guards hung in the distance, led by Qualcomm, Sun Dao led the little boy towards the village that Qualcomm did not want to set foot again, of course, they were followed by Qin Huaiyu, a docile young man who did not say a word.

It was still early, and the people who went out early to catch the market had not yet set foot on the return journey, so they were particularly conspicuous in their passers-by, although almost all of them were elderly people who met by chance.

I don't know if they don't want to touch the pain in their hearts, or the customs of the village, in short, their destination is not in the village, but at the end of the village, in the cultivated land.

There were no fluttering weeds in sight, and the farmland was well groomed.

And at the end of the cultivated land is a tomb.

It's not big, just half a person tall; Not small, the tombstone in front of the grave is a pitch-black granite of the same height.

Before standing on the tombstone, Sun Dao could already clearly recognize the strict and regular lettering on the tombstone.

He was born in the twelfth year of the great cause of the previous dynasty and died in the sixth year of Zhenguan.

The tomb of the late husband Fangwa.

Beloved wife Midsummer.

Zhenguan was established in seven years.

Seventeen years old!

Then Sun Dao closed his eyes, his upper and lower teeth clenched, trembling.

The boy who died to protect him was only seventeen years old!

And in this world, he is just fifteen years old!

A teenager who is only two years older than him, a teenager who is a single son, a teenager who blocks an arrow for his comrades, and a teenager who is still apologizing to others when he is dying! The young man left behind his unmarried wife, his old and helpless parents, and stepped on the Lethe Bridge alone.

Sun Dao, who was protected, tried his best to evade responsibility, but unconsciously, the responsibility on his back had overwhelmed him.

He had no way to escape, just as he had been captured by her.

He can't hide, he can't escape.

His biggest mistake was that he never realized that he had begun to owe others ever since he stepped out of his own world and into this era.

He originally thought that the soldiers' sacrifice was their destination, their mission, and their pride, and he could handle it in peace.

However he was wrong, nothing should be, they can die, and naturally they can not die!

And damn it, it was never them!

The real damned ones are those human beasts who hide behind and treat other people's lives like grass for their own selfish desires and so-called lofty ambitions!

At least, he used to think so; Now he believes in it!

Their destination is on the battlefield, on the enemy's sword, not in the machinations of their own people!

And what made him blame himself was that he was the cause of this conspiracy! Just like that absolutely innocent small town couple!

He doesn't want to owe anyone in this era, but he has nowhere to repay!

So he blames himself, so he tries to live, so he wants to change all this!

It's not just about proof!

And she had calculated him, so he still hadn't been able to find her.

The cold wind blows through and is terrifying to the bones.

Sun Dao didn't feel the slightest feeling, and it wasn't until the little boy behind him took out the pot of wine that had been prepared from his arms and handed it to him, that he broke away from his own world.

Teenagers love to drink!

Sun Dao asked Qualcomm.

So he asked the little boy to bring a bag of wine, and he hid the wine that he had personally handled.

After taking the wine, Sun Dao did not hesitate at all, shook off the robe in front of him, and knelt in front of the young man's grave.

Seeing Sun Dao's movements, the little boy did not pause at all, and immediately knelt beside Sun Dao.

Gao Tong on the side naturally sensed that something was wrong, but he also had some understanding of Sun Dao's temper, so he just struggled for a moment, and then quietly retreated behind Sun Dao and turned his face to look into the distance, leaving no one in front of Sun Dao, leaving the tomb that stood peacefully.

Naturally, almost all of the guards skimmed their heads, as if their eyes were fascinated by the wind and sand.

As for Qin Huaiyu, he didn't say a word, but turned around and took three incense sticks from the guards behind him, walked up and half-knelt, lit them in front of the grave, and then retreated to the back side of Gao Tong's side.

Without saying anything, Sun Dao unscrewed the wine bag and slowly sprinkled it on the ground in front of the incense that drifted in the wind.

The unusually strong aroma of wine spread everywhere with the cold wind, causing Gao Tong behind Sun Dao to raise his head, as if he was staring at the non-existent cigarette.

Therefore, I am not the material to be a general!

His fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, and Qualcomm's teeth creaked.

The cold wind was bitter, whirring like a knife, blocking the subtle sound of Qualcomm. In the winter country, she is a real ruthless cold-faced princess, regardless of anything else, dancing her mysterious veil fiercely, swaying through the cold.

And even if Sun Dao listened, he would just treat it as if he didn't know, because he couldn't do anything!

Sun Dao was not as easy as others thought, and until now he was still a prisoner under that man's rule!

Bound with his hands and feet, Sun Dao had absolutely no way to escape; The only thing he is free is his own head. Below the head, it's all up to someone else!

But this is enough, because it does not prevent Sun Dao from fulfilling his promise.

Even if your life and death are in the hands of others! Even if your future is not bright!

Even if she is, she can only rely on her for her dreams!

Maybe some unknown small village will have an extra small tomb in the future. There are no tombstones, I don't know who built them, but they are for themselves!

Even so, he had to go on like this; Because, he had already prepared for the worst.

No longer kneeling, after sprinkling half of the wine, Sun Dao stood up and squatted back, bent one leg to hold his arm, he lifted the remaining half of the wine, and touched the tombstone in front of him, as if he was clinking glasses with the person in the next world.

He took a sip gently, and after taking the sip of the liquor for a long time, Sun Dao swallowed it.

The liquor enters the throat and burns the spleen.

Sun Dao didn't like to drink spirits, and he didn't like her to drink them; But he couldn't stop her, so all he could do was make a pot of porridge for her.

And now, he wants to make another pot of porridge for her, but it has become a luxury!

This wine can't shine on his girl!

He couldn't help it, and suddenly remembered the song he had heard in his previous life, the same ancient song as "The Ballad of Lingding".

Unconscious, caught in his own world, he moved his lips and sang in a clear voice—

Peaceful days are all the same, and the city gates can't lock my eyes

The legend is as beautiful as a dream when the sun sets

Lingering and forgetting to return to the fragrance of begonia wine, twenty-one bowls filled the hometown

But no bowl of wine can shine on my girl

As always, she is still waiting in the distance

The clothes are thin, and the eyebrows are clear, and they take up the moonlight

Life is too short Every sunset is far away

The moon is short and full, and the sea of smoke should be full of waves

The melancholy of Qiang Guan stretches for thousands of miles

Don't make up and ride the blue bird to dream my girl

The yellow sand is buried, and the poplar is buried, and the temples are pale in the wind

All the vows that have been made have finally withered into desolation

The broken battle flag stands and watches, and the city will fall to the last chapter

Only the bowl of wine in her hand can you see her appearance

As always, she is still waiting in the distance

The clothes are thin, and the eyebrows are clear, and they take up the moonlight

Life is too short Every sunset is far away

The moon is short and full, and the sea of smoke should be full of waves

The melancholy of Qiang Guan stretches for thousands of miles

Don't make up and ride the blue bird to dream my girl

The drums of war broke the flag, and the blood soaked the spear

Iron armor pierces the distant begonia wine flows

Drink and forget I finally went in the right direction

In the middle of the night, on the other side of the bridge, who holds the lamp and illuminates me

Don't forget, girl

On July 14, he was picked up and returned home

At the end of the song, Sun Daozhong touched a glass with the person who was sleeping here.

It's a war, it's only a battle, and although he's lost his armor and retreated, he doesn't think he's gone in the wrong direction!

Having prepared himself for a home, how could he allow himself to retreat?

Gradually, Sun Dao suddenly leaned slightly and turned his head - the burning gaze was too obvious for him not to notice.

Glancing at the little boy who had been kneeling beside him but holding the corner of his clothes tightly, looking at the indifferent and cool eyes flashing with a certain firmness, Sun Dao tapped the little boy's head.

It was only after he continued that he finally saw the owner of the burning gaze.

It was a girl in a cloth dress.

Staring at her pale cheeks, the twenty-eight-year-old girl stood a little timidly, although there was a smile on her simple little face, but there was a bitterness in her simple eyes that could not be concealed.

But what was different was that her pale and graceful face gradually exuded a glow of grief, and her eyes were also burning and shining, staring at Sun Dao in front of her.

It seemed that no one was stopping her from approaching, Sun Dao came back to his senses, and the girl was already there!

In a simple black clay cloth dress, the girl carried a bamboo basket, and the bamboo basket was covered with a snow-white curtain.

Xu was a little uncomfortable stared at by Sun Dao's indifferent eyes, the girl put away the reluctant smile and turned her face, raised her arm and hurriedly wiped the reddish eyes, and when she turned her head again, she put on that far-fetched smile again.

"The folk woman Zhong Clan, I have seen General Gao and a few Xiao Langjun!" Ying Ying bowed, the girl lowered her head, and her soft voice was a little hoarse.

Sure enough, it was her!

Glancing at the guards who turned their faces unnaturally and didn't look at this side, Sun Dao also understood a little.

"......" opened his mouth, and Sun Dao found that he couldn't spit out a word.

"It's my fault!" With a flushed face, Sun Dao buried his head stiffly, and finally could only spit out a few words like this.

"It is Fang Wa's honor to serve the saint~"

The girl turned her head away and blinked her eyes vigorously to keep something from falling in her sockets.

As he spoke, he lowered his head, quickly lifted the curtain on the bamboo basket, and took out a few black buns from them and sent them to Qin Huaiyu, Sun Dao and Xiao Gongzi, "There is nothing to take in the house, this black bun is steamed by the women themselves, it's not a rare thing, don't dislike it"

Saying that, her voice was low, undoubtedly choked up, and then the girl's somewhat empty murmur was inaudible, "It's not easy for Fang Wa's brothers to come here, but I can't let you go back hungry~"

However, for Qin Huaiyu's people who had practiced martial arts, how could they not hear such a voice?

The first book of the Book King novel