Tang Zhaozong said to Tang Zhangwei: "We are all authentic nobles, how can we not get you?" ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "We, as civilians, have to deal with those bureaucrats, fight with those warlords, and deal with those super-rich. 々Pineapple じ small 々 said that we are all from the bottom, real knives and guns to do the ability, we people rely on fighting with those people, do a lot of achievements. ”

Tang Zhaozong said: "We people, with one mind, want to do results. Maybe we don't have that delicate style, but we definitely don't have any bad intentions. ”

He Boge smiled, he knew that Tang Zhaozong was just talking.

If I really listened to him, I don't know how many times I died.

Only then did he know that he had silently eliminated several imminent crises.

People's sorrow gradually faded, and they were able to live as usual. The eldest lady did not mention the death of the eldest brother again, and returned to her previous indifferent and calm attitude. She does not interfere in the second brother's handling of foreign affairs, and the second brother is as respectful to her as ever.

Everything seemed to be able to go on like this until that day came.

On that day, my life changed radically, and I would have to marry away from home, and leave my second brother forever, my abandoned garden, and those who were my relatives after all. I felt lost and sad, reluctant and desolate. But I never regretted my choice on that day, and I would not hesitate to make the same decision even if I had to start all over again a thousand times.

I know what I'm doing this for and for whom, but sometimes I think it's more of a fateful arrangement. When I was five years old, my mother died, and my uncle took me from the far north to the warm south of the Yangtze River. But I was destined to be far away and return to my true homeland.

Chapter 2: Parting with Murong Lan (1)

The hour had passed, and the thick color of blood reflected the indifferent moonlight.

It's the tenth day of September, the day when Amei and I part.

I want to sit side by side with her in the abandoned garden, watching the faint green fireflies. The darkly fragrant vine flowers fell on the placket one by one, silent for a while, and slumped for a while.

Should we drink tea, or wine. We may talk, or we may just be silent. She would play the flute or sing to herself.

Her smile was bright and bright, and she could not see the shadow of tears and sorrow.

However, I am not in our abandoned garden, I am ten miles away in Luomei Mountain.

There is blood on my clothes, and so are my hands. The edge of my sword glows with the eerie clarity of drinking blood.

The Chi family's men and horses have gathered, and the dead and wounded have been carried on stretchers. Chi Luoying, the head of the Chi family, walked towards me, smiled slightly and bowed:

"Chi is fortunate not to be dishonored, so he will leave."

I saw his gentle face in the moonlight, and his long coat that had killed countless people but was still not stained with blood—I silently returned it.

My men scavenged with vague footsteps. Pools of half-dried blood on the ground seemed to still be alive, moaning and hoarse under their boots. Silent were the bloodied corpses, dragged or carried away obediently, and the last of the desolate wind flew into the depths of the cliff.

I saw a teenager grab the left arm of a corpse and drag it away, but suddenly the left arm detached from the corpse. The boy clung to it and sat on the ground, for a moment he didn't realize what was happening, and his expression was confused. Then he threw away the bloody stumps on his hands and began to vomit and cry.

No one paid attention to his sudden collapse, only I walked towards him, because I remembered the boy's father, Zhang Quan, the dart master of the Jin An Dart Bureau. Three years ago, Zhang Quan sent Zhang Guangyi into the Murong Mansion, and when he was leaving, he met me on the porch, and the heroic man suddenly burst into tears and asked me to take care of his son. Soon after, news spread that he had died in a dart in the middle of the river.

I don't know if I took good care of Zhang Guangyi in the previous years, but I think at least at this moment I can put my hand on his shoulder and tell him that not every killing is as terrible as the first time.

A dark cloud drifted past the moon, and my eyes darkened, and the next moment the sword light pierced my eyes. Suddenly I understood what was happening, and I drew my sword and flew down, without hesitation, but it was too late.

A knife was plunged deep into Zhang Guangyi's chest, and the arm holding the knife had been severed by me, but it still did not relax, and it still shook itself on the hilt.

The owner of the arm is really just a corpse now. His left arm was once cut off and detached from his body under Zhang Guangyi's tug. The pain slowly revived him, and he slashed at the first enemy he saw, before he actually died, even before I cut off his right arm.

My men gathered together and slashed him apart.

But we can't save Zhang Guangyi anymore.

There was still an unbelievable look on his face, but his eyes were already glazed.

I hugged the dying teenager and felt his body tremble violently. I felt like I had been stabbed...... Even with all that I have done, even if I have exhausted all I can, I still cannot protect the people I want to save, my subordinates, my family, and ...... Ame.

Late that night, I went straight to Amei's residence.

The door was open, and she wasn't there. I know she must be in our ruined garden.

She slept in the gazebo, curled up like the little girl I saw twelve years ago.

I took off my robe and draped it over her. "It's a tune my uncle played." She whispered.

She raised her head and looked at the fading sky and the fading stars, "I heard the sound of the flute that night," she said, "and I knew it was my uncle who was giving a in the yard." ”

"My uncle didn't sleep for many nights, and he always sat alone in the yard all night. But he never played a flute, except that night. ”

"When I heard the sound of his flute, I didn't know why I started crying, I was shaking from crying under the covers, and I thought my mother would find out that I was crying. Sure enough, Mom sat up on her own. I was startled and hid under the covers without moving. But my mother didn't talk to me, she slowly got dressed, pulled up her hair, and slowly got out of bed. Mom couldn't get out of bed for many days, but that night, she actually walked out into the yard by herself. ”

When she opened the door, the sound of the flute stopped, and her uncle must have been taken aback when she saw her mother. But Mom said, don't stop. So the uncle blew again. ”

"When I saw my mother walking again, I was very happy and thought that she might be getting better."

"I was only five years old at the time, and I was stupid, and I was no longer sad and scared, and I started to be curious. I climbed to the window and pierced the window paper, and the moonlight was bright that night, so I could clearly see my uncle sitting under the wisteria trellis, and my mother leaning on his shoulder. ”

(End of chapter)