There will always be a golden time in the hearts of elderly people, time is indelible, for Zhao Kuo, this golden time began when he met a woman.

That hairpin is about Zhao Kuo's most precious thing.

More than ten years ago, it was just an ordinary ornament, because it has been worn on a woman, so it is no longer ordinary, in one night, Zhao Kuo had seen Zhao Kuo caressing the hairpin with tears, and also smiled warmly, all the joys, sorrows and sorrows were caused by this hairpin.

However, today, when she saw this hairpin in her arms, her biggest feeling for a while was panic, and then panic, without a trace of joy.

Zhao Kuo gave her the hairpin, why is this?

Zhao District's heart was shocked, his pupils shrank, and he looked at the wooden house not far away, the panic in his eyes became more and more intense.

Only if you can't keep it anymore will you give it to another person to keep it.

Her heart sank, and her heart beat faster and faster.

………………….

In a wooden house.

There was no human figure, only a pool of blood.

It proves that there is a bloody battle here, or rather, a one-sided crush.

Zhao Jiequan kicked open the wooden door with all her might, her eyes were stung by the blood, she trembled, approached the blood lightly, and slowly squatted down, tears streaming down her eyes.

Yao Xun's gaze was close to madness, he turned around and ran out of the wooden house, shouting into the dark rainy night, "Come out!" Come out! ”

The sound of the rain gradually stopped, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, but the whole earth was still a little cool.

She only felt cold all over her body, looking at the pool of blood with a blank look, as if she saw Zhao Kuo's face, in a certain long time, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, the outline became a little unclear, but it still occupied her heart tightly, making her a little at a loss.

Zhao looked around the entire wooden house, her nose could smell a bit of slaughter, she finally couldn't help it, and began to cry loudly, showing an age-appropriate scene, Yao Xun walked in barefoot and saw such a fragile little girl.

She hugged her knees, her body trembling, like an abandoned young beast, innocent and pitiful.

"Only," he whispered.

The wind outside the window was whirring, which seemed to cover his voice, Zhao did not answer him, Yao Xun took a few steps forward, knelt on the ground, and began to be silent in the face of the pool of blood.

The night passed silently.

No one knows what happened here, and the ground is desolate.

I don't know how many years later, Yao Xun regretted that he didn't run fast enough, and whether she regretted that she was not strong enough at that time.

But these are now a foregone conclusion.

No one can break it.

……………

As soon as the morning dawns, the Taikang City celebration begins.

Last night's rain and wind washed the sky brighter, the streets cleaner, and even the air was a little cooler. The people of Taikang still hung red lanterns and smiled with joy.

In the Taikang Mansion, the banquet has taken shape, and the fifth morning stream is standing at the top, dressed in awe-inspiring clothes, looking at the guests below with an expressionless face, and the atmosphere is strangely quiet. On the right sat most of the Xiliang magnates, as well as officials sent by the imperial court, and on the left were envoys sent by the other four countries, and on the long banquet, everyone was silent.

Jin Mingyue was the last to take a seat, and it was natural to face everyone's eyes, or amazed, jealous or envious, but he was dressed in jade white brocade, and his posture was graceful, and no one dared to sweep forward.

Except, the young man in the dark clothes at the top.

"You're late." The fifth morning stream said in a deep voice.

Jin Mingyue smiled freely, didn't speak, picked up the wine glass on the table, and saluted to the fifth morning stream, "Punish yourself, don't blame." ”

And so began the feast.

Hu Lu went up and read a paragraph, most of which were praises to Xiliang, and the envoys of the following countries listened to it quite unpleasantly, but they all endured it and did not speak, and they had to show a faint smile on their faces to show their generosity.