(To correct a mistake in the setting, Wanyan Qingjue's father, who originally wrote Wanyan Sagai, should be the Wanyan mother of King Wu.) Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info)

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The evening breeze carries the warmth of a summer night, the lights are bright, and the stars are blinking. Southwest and Dengxian are entering a warm night.

Looking down from the halfway up the mountain, the lights spread along with the foothills, the square at the foot of the mountain in the distance is crowded, in the theater on the side of the square, a new play called "Autumn Wind Roll" is being staged, the Chinese soldiers from Blai County are in groups, the merchants, workers, and farmers from the mountain gather here with their families and wait for admission, above the theater, the windmill with a complex structure drags a huge marquee and rotates slowly.

Although Zhu Ji originally promoted the intelligence network with storytelling, singing, juggling and other kung fu, compared with the outside world, the cultural and entertainment activities within the Huaxia Army were quite rich, but the theater in Hedeng was still the most formal of all entertainment.

The theater is open to everyone in the Huaxia Army, and the ticket price is not expensive, mainly because of the index, and it is very good for each person to get tickets once or twice a year. The people who lived in poverty at once regarded it as a big day, and they came to the mountains and rivers to make every night in this square lively, and it has not been interrupted by the tension of the outside world recently, and the people in the square laughed and laughed, and the soldiers talked and laughed with their companions, while keeping an eye out for suspicious situations around them.

An attempted arson that had occurred only two days earlier looked as if it had never happened before.

Perhaps those who have experienced the baptism of war have already found the trick to living in such a situation.

The family area on the hill is much quieter, with the gentle lights and the occasional footsteps passing through the streets. On the newly built two-story building, a window on the second floor is open and lit, and from here you can easily see the square and the theater in the distance. Although the new play was well received, the woman who was involved in the training and in charge of the play never went backstage to check the audience's reaction. In the flickering lamplight, a woman with a somewhat haggard face sat on the bed, bowing her head and sewing a small dress, needlework and thread, but her hand had been pricked twice.

The footsteps sounded softly, someone pushed the door open, the woman looked up, and the woman who came in from outside the door had a gentle smile on her face, dressed in light black clothes, her hair was tied up at the back of her head, and she looked a little like a man's dress, but she looked heroic: "Sister Hongti." "It's Lu Hongti who came, although she is strong in martial arts at home, she has the most gentle temperament, and she belongs to the type that doesn't matter if she is bullied occasionally, and Jin'er and her can also get close.

"How's your body? I'm passing by to see you. ”

"I've been fine for a long time."

"That's good." Hongti sat on the edge of the bed, folded her legs, and looked at the fabric in her hands, "Making clothes?" ”

"I'm ugly." Jin'er's face flushed, and she hid her clothes in her arms, Hongti laughed a little, she probably knew the meaning of this dress, and did not talk and laugh, Jin'er then took out the clothes, "That kid is silent and gone, I remembered, and I didn't make anything for him......"

"Hmm." Hongti was silent for a moment, "Anyway...... I just got pregnant, I don't know anything, just let Liheng conceive another one with you. ”

"I want a boy."

"Uh......"

Hongti pursed her mouth slightly, probably wanting to say that this is not a casual choice, Jin'er burst out laughing: "Okay, Sister Hongti, I'm not sad anymore." ”

Hongti showed a helpless look of being teased, and Jin'er rushed forward slightly and hugged her hand: "Sister Hongti, you are so handsome today, or you will have one with me." Saying that, his hand was about to reach into the other party's clothes, and one hand fell on the waistband of his trousers, and he was about to put his head back in, Hongti smiled and shrank her legs to dodge, after all, Jin'er has been running out of energy recently, and this kind of boudoir woman's joke did not continue.

"This is a night suit, you are in such good spirits, I am relieved." Hongti tidied up her clothes and got up, "I still have some things, I have to go out first." ”

"Sister Hongti, you have to be careful." Jin'er waved her hand, "I'll seduce your man if you come back late." ”

"It's going to take some time for the man to take care of things." Hongti smiled and finally told her, "Drink plenty of water." Going out of the room, Jin'er looked out of the window, where Hongti's figure gradually disappeared, a small group of people came out of the shadows and followed Hongti away, and Zheng Qiming and others, who were strong in martial arts, were also among them. Jin'er waved her hand gently at the window, watching their figures disappear into the distance.

Occasionally, there will be times when there are many things to do, the enthusiastic little Ning Ke was taken to the office by Ning Yi to serve tea and pour water after taking care of his mother for a few days, Yun Zhu stayed in the library to sort out the classics that began to resurge, Tan'er was still in charge of part of the internal affairs of the Huaxia Army, even Xiaochan, who has been quite busy recently - of course, the most important thing is that Jin'er also needs to rest and recuperate during this time, and there are not too many people to disturb her today.

The night passed quietly, and when the little clothes were almost done, a small quarrel came in outside, and then pushed the door into Ning Shuang and Ning Ning, a pair of little ghosts, only four years old because of the same age, the little sisters always play together, at this time because of a small quarrel, come to Jin'er to comment - on weekdays, Jin'er's temperament jumps out and lively, just like the sisters of several juniors, she has always been loved by the little girl, Jin'er can't help but mediate for the two of them, after the atmosphere is harmonious, Only then did the female soldier who took care of her take the two children away to rest.

The night is getting deeper, on the square below, today's drama has ended, people have come out of the theater one after another, Jin'er picked up a small dress, wrapped it in a small bag, and went out from the door, the middle-aged woman guarding outside stood up, Jin'er smiled with her: "I want to go to the back mountain, Sister Qing, you follow me." ”

"Yes." The female soldier named Li Qing nodded, and picked up the Miao knife, fire gun and other things she had with her. This is a Miao girl from Miao Jiang, who originally followed the Badao Battalion to start an incident, and was once a master who had been mentioned by Liu Dabiao, if there was really an assassin to come, it would be difficult for a few idle Jianghu people to get a bargain on her hands, even if it was a grandmaster like Hongti, it would take a lot of effort to take her down.

All the way through the streets of the family area, the people watching the play have not yet returned, there are not many pedestrians on the street, occasionally a few young people walk on the street, they also carry weapons with them, and greet Jin'er, Jin'er also smiled and waved to them.

"Aunt Jin'er, you have to be careful not to go far, there are bad people recently."

"Yes."

"Don't worry, even if a bad guy comes, we won't let him wreak havoc!"

"Thanks to you."

"Yo, Aunt Jin'er has Aunt Li Qing with her, so I don't need you to ......"

In such an atmosphere, I walked all the way, and after a short time, I passed the family area and went to the rear of this hill. The back mountain of Hedeng is not big, it is connected to the martyr's cemetery, the periphery of the patrol is actually quite strict, and there is a forbidden area of the military camp in the distance, but there is no need to worry too much about the infiltration of the enemy. But after all, it was much quieter than before, Jin'er walked through the small woods, came to the pond in the woods, put the burden here, and the moonlight sprinkled quietly.

Li Qing had disappeared from view, Jin'er was sitting on the grass in the forest, with her back against the big tree, in fact, she didn't think clearly what she was going to do here, she sat like this for a while, got up and dug a pit, took out the small clothes in the bag, gently put them in the pit, and buried them.

Then he sat down for a while: "You...... When you get there, you have to live a good life. ”

Tears reflected the soft light of the moonlight and fell from her fair cheeks.

This child doesn't even have a name.

After that, Jin'er thought about the child's affairs, thinking about such and such things, and I don't know how long it took. Someone's footsteps came from the woods, Jin'er turned her head to look, Ning Yi's figure walked through the woodland, walked to her and stood beside her for a moment, and then sat down on the side.

"Amitabha." He shook his hands together and twice at the little clothed mound.

Jin'er wiped the corners of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth smiled: "Why are you here." ”

"When you're busy, you always have to be lazy for yourself." Ning Yi reached out and touched her hair, "If the child is gone, there will be no more, in less than a month, he is not as big as your fingernails, he can't remember things, and it won't hurt." ”

"I know." Jin'er nodded and was silent for a moment, "I think of my sister, my brother, my father and my mother." ”

"Well......" Jin'er's past, Ning Yi knows, the family is poor, Jin'er's parents sold her to the Qinglou when she was five years old, and then Jin'er went back, her father and younger brother are dead, my sister married the rich man as a concubine, Jin'er left an ingot, and never went back, except for mentioning it to Ning Yi once or twice, I haven't talked about it since.

"My father and brother, they died so early, I hate them in my heart, I don't want them anymore, but I ...... just now" she wiped her eyes, "just now...... I think of the dead baby, I suddenly think of them, Xianggong, you say, they are so pitiful, they live that kind of life, they sold their daughters with their own hands, and no one sympathizes with them, my younger brother, only so young, he died of illness, you say, why didn't he wait until I took the ingots back to save him, I hate my father and mother for selling me, and I don't want him, but my brother is very sensible, he hasn't cried since he was a child...... Uh, uh, and my sister, how do you say she is now, she is in chaos, she is stupid, is she dead, are they ...... They're so pathetic......"

She hugged Ning Yi's neck, grinned, "Ahhhhh......h

The moon was bright and the stars were scarce, Jin'er hugged her husband, and cried for a long time by the small lake.

In the same night, the black figure stopped and walked in the shadows of the mountains like a ghost, and under the cliff in front of him was a small group of travelers who were also hidden in the darkness. This group of people each held swords and soldiers, and their faces were fierce, some wore gold rings in their ears, their heads were draped in their hair, some were dark-faced and pierced, and their weapons were strange, and there were also aliens who had domesticated Haidongqing and ordinary wolf dogs. The men did not light a bonfire at night, apparently to hide their whereabouts.

At one point, the wolfhound barked!

The sword light was raised on one side, and the blood light flew along with the broken arm, and the group of aliens pounced in the darkness, and in the rear, Lu Hongti's figure burst into it, and the message of death suddenly pushed the way away. The wolfdog rushed like a lion cub, and the weapons and figures rushed together in confusion......

Bianliang.

Xue Guangcheng, covered in blood, was taken out of the cell, and when he arrived in the next room, he sat down on a chair in the center and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Looking ahead, it was the Jurchen leader who had finally met.

"General Ali Scrape, you are becoming more and more like a girl, have you ever seen someone who knows that he will come over to death, and he will be afraid of death?"

The Jurchen general Ali was sixty years old and was known for his martial bravery.

"You Han envoys, who think that they can take advantage of their tongues, begged for mercy too much after being punished."

"Then how have you ever seen such a person in the Huaxia Army?"

Ali scraped and looked at him, his eyes were like steel knives, Xue Guangcheng spat out another mouthful of blood, propped his hands on his knees, and sat up straight: "Since I came, I have put life and death aside, but one thing is certain, I can't go back, and I will be buried with Yan Qingjue, this is the promise that Mr. Ning once gave me." ”

"After using Yan Qingjue alone, I will exchange the lives of the people in Bianliang City, plus you. Are you thinking too well? ”

"Because the people in Bianliang don't matter. You and I are fighting against each other, doing everything we can, and it is also a dignified and upright move, arrest Liu Yu, you lose to me. Xue Guangcheng stretched out his finger and pointed at him, "Killing the Bianliang people is the vent of anger for you losers, and the Huaxia Army saves people, out of morality, and also gives you a step down." General Ali Scrape, you have an old relationship with King Wu's Wanyan Mother, and it will be good for you to save his son. ”

"Don't talk as if the people of Bianliang are not important to you at all." Ali burst out laughing: "If that were the case, you wouldn't have come today." You black flags incite people to rebel, and in the end they leave behind, these deceived people hate you! ”

"My Huaxia army killed the monarch and rebelled, and if you want morality, you can leave a good reputation, and if you don't want morality, it is also a big husband's move. Ali scraped the general, that's right, it was my decision to arrest Liu Yu, and I left some bad reputation, I put my life away and wanted to do the best thing. You Jurchens are going south, you want to take the Central Plains not destroy the Central Plains, you can also kill in Bianliang City today, like a woman, kill me to vent your personal anger, and then let your Jurchen's cruelty spread more widely. ”

"Or," Xue Guangcheng stared at Ali Scrape, aggressively, "-Or, one day in the future, I will let you know what it means to beat you down in a dignified manner!" Of course, you are already old, and I will not be able to defeat you, but my Huaxia army, sooner or later, will recover the Han land, enter the Jin country, and beat your children and grandchildren to the ground——"

"You're looking for death—" Ali swept away the table in front of him with one hand and strode over.

"Let you know what it means to be truly invincible—"

The figure stepped forward, the steel knife slashed, roared, and spoke non-stop intersecting, facing the figure that had been killed in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, Xue Guangcheng stood up with his head held high in the face of the steel knife while speaking, and with a bang, the steel knife smashed on his shoulder. He had already been tortured, but at this time, his body was slightly deviated, but he still stood proudly.

The blade that was about to slash at his neck turned into a blade at the last moment, only to make a loud noise, and the blade stopped at his neck.

Xue Guangcheng's body took another step forward, staring at Ali's scraped eyes, as if boiling blood was burning, the atmosphere was solemn, and the two tall figures faced each other in the room.

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When Wan Yan Qingjue entered the study under the guidance of the soldiers, it was already afternoon, and Ning Yi stood in front of the window looking at the sunlight outside, carrying his hands behind his back.

"Little prince, don't be formal, just sit down." Ning Yi didn't turn around, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he said casually. Wanyan Qingjue naturally didn't sit down. He was arrested in the southwest for nearly a year, but the Huaxia army did not abuse him, except for letting him participate in labor from time to time to earn living income, the life that Yan Qingjue lived in these days was many times better than that of ordinary prisoners.

However, under the long-term labor, he naturally lost the sharpness he had as a little prince - of course, even if he had, after seeing Ning Yi's domineering appearance, he would never dare to show it in front of Ning Yi.

"It is a misfortune for man to be born in this year." Ning Yi was silent for a long time before he tilted his head to speak, "How good would it be if you were born in a peaceful and prosperous world...... Of course, you may not think so, little prince......"

Wan Yan Qingjue looked at the man with a hint of weakness in front of him with some vigilance, according to the experience of the past, such a person in power is probably going to kill someone.

"I don't know...... Why did Mr. Ning sigh like this? ”

"My wife, who lost a child." Ning Yi turned around.

Wanyan Qingjue also heard about this, but was stunned for a moment at this time: "A wife is like clothes, Mr. Ning doesn't want to say that he is sighing for this kind of thing, right?" ”

"Ruthless may not be a true hero, you may not be able to understand how a poor son is not a husband." Ning Yi looked at him and smiled gently, and then said, "I called you over today to tell you that maybe you have a chance to leave, little prince." ”

Or ...... I hope you can leave here safely......"

The summer sun poured in through the window, and the scholar stood in the light, slightly, raised his hand, and in his calm gaze, there was a weight like a mountain......