At the head of the city, the sun sets, and the afterglow shines on the city gate, radiating a dazzling brilliance, beautiful and solemn.

The potter came to the city with Wang Yun's thin body, put him on the ground, and then gently helped him to stand on the ground, looking at the scenery outside the city in the distance.

The scenery outside Luoyang City was accompanied by the afterglow, falling in Wang Yun's eyes, and there was an indescribable sense of familiarity and beauty.

When he was young, he saw Wang Yun breathe a long sigh of relief, squinted his cloudy old eyes, and said with emotion: "Great rivers and mountains, great rivers and mountains!" ”

After finishing speaking, I saw Wang Yun's old tears running down his face, and the tears flowed down to the ground drop by drop.

The potter stood behind Wang Yun, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart, Wang Yun's current mental head was suddenly abnormally full, in the potter's opinion, maybe this is the return to the light before the death of the person.

"When the old man is about to die, he can still climb to the head of Luoyang City, and he has no regrets in this life." After Wang Yun said this, he saw that his figure slowly paused, and sat down on the ground little by little, but it was obviously untenable.

The potter was shocked when he saw this, he hurriedly rushed forward, stretched out his hand to support Wang Yun, but Wang Yun's downward force obviously exceeded the potter's expectations.

Instead of being held up by the potter, he continued to sit down deeply, sitting directly on the bluestone ground of the city.

At the same time, Wang Yun's chest also began to rise and fall, and it was obvious that there were signs of downfall.

The potter's tears dripped down his eyes and down his chest, he hugged Wang Yun's thin body, trembling all over, he now knew what real helplessness was.

"Uncle Yue, you won't die, you must live a long life, you haven't gone to the head of Chang'an City to visit, you haven't seen the world unified." The potter sobbed and said to Wang Yun.

Wang Yun gasped, his chest rose and fell back and forth, he grinned softly, and said: "Chang'an City, the old man can't go, when he dominates the world, the old man probably can't wait, but the old man went to Luoyang City today, and he can be regarded as satisfied...... The old man believes that you will definitely be able to sweep away the crowd and restore peace in the world......"

The potter wiped his tears and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I said that if you are not allowed to die, you are not allowed to die, if the world is really peaceful, I still have to disarm and return to the field, and fight with you old man every day!" ”

Wang Yun listened to the potter's words, his face seemed to show a look of yearning, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards the sky, the look in his eyes gradually became blurred.

When he was young, he saw Wang Yun's hand stiffen slightly, and then fell downward.

As the sun set in the west, the potter quietly hugged Wang Yun's body, raised his hand and gently closed his eyes for him.

Tao Qian walked to the pottery merchant on crutches, he looked at Wang Yun, who was still smiling at the corner of his mouth when he died, and then turned his head to look at the sunset in the distance, and couldn't help sighing, and said: "The old people have withered one after another, like autumn leaves in the wind...... Alas, Zishi, you go, the old man is here to give you a ride, you go to Jiuquan first, and the old man will come the next day. ”

With that, Tao Qian closed his eyes.

But even if he closed his eyes, he couldn't stop the tears from pouring down like a torrent.

……

The pottery merchant's soldiers and horses stopped at Luoyang, and not a single soldier from the three armies continued to move westward.

The soldiers of the three armies wore linen and filial piety throughout the city of Luoyang, and mourned for Wang Yun.

The potters buried Wang Yun's body next to the imperial tomb next to Luoyang City to show his name as a hero of the Han Dynasty.

Diao Chan also came from Xuchang to keep filial piety for Wang Yun.

During the mourning, although the potter could see the woman's calmness on the surface, he could also feel the great pain and sadness in her heart.

Who has no relatives?

What kind of pain in this world can compare to the loss of a loved one?

Wang Yun's friendship with the potters is also very good, and his death has hit the potters relatively hard, these days, the potters have been in Wang Yun's old house in Luoyang, wearing linen and filial piety to guard Wang Yun's spiritual position, and rarely pay attention to military and political affairs.

The officers and men of the three armies stopped moving, which was obviously not a good thing for the Jinling army.

Guo Jia and Chen Deng were a little unable to hold back at first, and they came to the potter's residence, intending to persuade the potter.

When I met the potter, I found him looking through a book in the main hall.

The potter's expression seemed calm, the sadness of the previous days seemed to have disappeared, and his mood now seemed to have become much calmer.

Guo Jia looked at the potter suspiciously for a while, and then tentatively arched his hand: "Prime minister? ”

The potter raised his head from the book, saw him and Chen Deng walking in, and smiled: "You guys are here?" ”

Guo Jia and Chen Deng saluted the potter, and then sat down on both sides of the hall under his greeting.

"The two of you suddenly visited together, so I guess something happened, right?" The potter asked the two of them.

Guo Jia and Chen Deng glanced at each other.

Then, he saw Guo Jianu and said, "You say." ”

The muscles on Chen Deng's face trembled, and he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Guo Jia's direct shirking of responsibility.

But what should be said has to be said by someone after all, and Chen Deng can't care about anything else at the moment.

He arched his hand at the potter merchant and said, "Prime Minister, the army has been in Ruoyang for Wang Situ Dai Xiao for more than ten days. ”

The potter nodded and said, "I know, Wang Situ is also a father and a friend to me, and these are all things that should be done for me." ”

Chen Deng sighed helplessly and said: "We know that Wang Situ is a close relative to the prime minister, the prince is newly mourned, the lord is depressed, and he is unwilling to raise troops, and we also understand, but extraordinary people should do extraordinary things, and the current overall situation is undecided, the prime minister should press the pain in his heart and march westward, not to give the young people in Guanzhong a good chance to breathe!" ”

The potter didn't speak, but his expression was calm and he wasn't dissatisfied.

When Guo Jia saw the attitude of the pottery merchant, he immediately relieved his heart and hurriedly said: "Just as Yuanlong said, the two of us take this as a warning and come to advise the prime minister at the risk of death!" ”

When Chen Deng heard this, he couldn't help but let out a soft snort in his nose.

Shicai still let me say it alone, now that the prime minister is not to blame, he changed his words to "the two of me"?

Stinky and shameless goods! Shame on you!

The potter leaned back, pondered quietly for a while, and then smiled: "I know the kindness of the two gentlemen, but I'm sorry, I can't do this." ”

Guo Jia was shocked when he heard this: "Why? ”

"The prince has a teacher to me, and he is also my father-in-law, and he is reasonable, during his mourning period, I can't use swords and soldiers, this is a courtesy, a love, and a righteousness to Wang Situ, and I am grateful for his kindness to me."

Guo Jia frowned and said, "Prime Minister, don't be so pedantic. ”

Chen Deng also said: "The army is stationed here, and the daily consumption of money and food is extremely large, isn't it too consuming to go on like this?" ”

"I have made up my mind, so don't persuade me anymore."

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