|||--Zhuo Mu sank into the memories of the past:

"Unexpectedly, my father laughed loudly: 'Ah Mu, how can you be as pedantic as a rotten tree? You are such a tendon, far less generous than your sister Zheng. You have to remember that as long as it is my grandson, he is a relative, whether he is a Wu or a Shu? ’

I am still full of worries: 'Father, Wu Shu is not at odds, if this matter spreads, it is inevitable that some people will have bad intentions and slander them. ’

But my father didn't think so: "Sword Immortal" and "Flower Fairy" are all Wu people, they live in Xishu, aren't they all admired? ’

Now that I think about it, my youth is really ridiculous, my father is bitter, and I am still a hundred worried: 'Although Xueyang is small, he is full of Wu language, no matter how big the Jiawang Mansion is, how can he block the mouth of Youyou?' ’

When my father heard this, he laughed: 'Teach Xue Yang, how can you stump your father? The younger he gets, the easier it is to correct. As long as his father is attentive, he will not be able to speak an authentic Shu language in less than a month. ’”

When Qinghe heard this, he was surprised: "I have always been the king of Jia, but I never expected that he was a very good father. ”

Zhuo Mu said in a low voice: "For many years, my father has acted in a way that I don't dare to agree with. Now that I think about it, although my father's trip was unexpected, it was also commendable. ”

Qinghe had an epiphany: "No one is perfect." In the same way, it is impossible to be useless for a great evil. ”

Zhuo Mu said in a deep voice: "Father is right, at that time, I was really a little incorrigible. Seeing that he loved Xue Yang very much, I had mixed feelings, joy and worry.

For more than a month, the eldest sister has not been heard from.

I only thought that Yue Xiao died on the battlefield, and Sister Zheng was martyred, and in addition to grief, she even secretly made a grave for the two of them. ”

Qinghe was worried when he heard it: "Yue Xiao's peerless hero, is he really short-lived? Suddenly remembered something, and his heart moved: "If Yue Xiao dies here, where will the snow song and snow dance come from?" ”

Sure enough, Zhuo Mu slowly spoke: "Fortunately, the emperor lives up to his wishes, although Yue Xiao is missing an arm, he will not die in the end."

The people who chased and killed their brother-in-law back then were Hanbo father and son, who led the 'five sons of Maple Leaf' and the 'three sons of the golden knife' to unite with the Fubo traitors and lay a net on the border of Wugui and Gui.

In the autumn of critical survival, thanks to the arrival of his aunt Bicang and the timely rescue, Yue Xiao, the eldest sister, and Qishan escaped from death, which is really a blessing in misfortune. ”

Somehow, when Aaron heard this, he couldn't hide his grief any longer.

Qinghe's heart flashed: "Although Yue Xiao is saved, I don't know what happened to his two sisters?" The 'chameleon' is so sad, is it that he will never forget the princess in distress? ”

It's a pity that the two "flute princesses" in the north and south, Zhuo Mu is no more

Don't mention it, just lead the topic to the king's hegemony: "Skynet is magnificent, negligent but not leaky, Bo Sang was assassinated three days after taking the throne, died violently on the spot, and his eldest son Bo Shang succeeded Wu Jun." The Eastern Wu Dynasty just changed hands, and the Northern Tartars took advantage of the void to enter. Bo Sang's youngest son, Bo Ying, was ordered to lead his troops to resist on the eastern front when he was in danger. ”

Ah Long's expression was solemn: "In the battle of Ezhou, I first got to know Yue Xiao, and then I got to know Bo Win. Bichen, the mentor of Bo Ying, is the head of the Kuixing faction. ”

Zhuo Mu nodded again and again: "Yes, he is an old man, and he is also Uncle Amu." ”

Ah Long sighed: "Bo wins this person, you have your uncle's true inheritance, strategizing and acting, acting alone, deeply appreciated by Yue Xiao, and can be regarded as a young man's ambition." ”

When Qinghe heard this, he was even more curious and confused: "Bo Ying, as the son of Bo Sang, did he assassinate Yue Mu?" Do you want to hunt down Yue Xiao? If it is common sense, it must be incumbent. In this way, Shao Di and Bo Ying have a grudge against their father for killing their father, and they don't share the sky! How could it have evolved peacefully? Love out of hate? Revenge for resentment? ”

It's a pity that Zhuo Mu only cares about war, and doesn't pay attention to love and hate: "The invasion of the Northern Tartars to the south, the battle on the western front of our Yuancheng is particularly tragic. The king led the army to resist, and the enemy was in danger.

At the critical moment, Yue Xiao returned from looking for his son, and he hated the same enemy, a jade flute, killed Ge Meng, and saved my Shu army from dire straits.

The ancestor was extremely moved, and he was even more benevolent and righteous, and immediately put aside his previous grievances and accepted Yue Xiao.

It's just that Ge Meng is cunning, avoiding the truth and making a false mistake, sending troops strangely, and when the opportunity is taken, we will be encircled again.

At the time of life and death, thanks to the Aaron Divine Soldier, he was reborn after the catastrophe of Yuancheng.

That was my first encounter with Aaron. Ah Long was full of momentum, took him by surprise, attacked him unprepared, and shot Ge Meng.

Since then, the Northern Tartars have collapsed and the army has been defeated. Such a "punishment of three whips" has created an immortal achievement, which is really gratifying. ”

Ah Long smiled indifferently: "Ah Mu has won the award, Ah Long doesn't dare to take credit." Repelled the Northern Tartars, fought all over the thousands of people in Western Shu, spared no effort, and sacrificed their lives to fight. Yin Shuai, Yue Xiao, and A Mu are even more strategic, and they have made great contributions. I was just taught to do what I was told, and I did what I was told. ”

Zhuo Mu sighed: "Ah Long is also a humble gentleman." ”

Ah Long smiled slightly: "Ah Mu, to tell you the truth, the humble gentleman is not me, but your brother-in-law Yue Xiao." I followed him, and I was taught. According to the ancestor Wumu's art of war, he strongly instructed me: 'The plotter has the opportunity to win or lose. Therefore, it is the way of the general, not to suffer from its lack of courage, but from its lack of strategy. We must be good at using troops flexibly'; 'Fighting after battle, the art of war is constant, the use of it is wonderful, and we must be single-minded', and 'those who are good at observing the enemy know where they are starting from, and those who are good at controlling the enemy should go to what they are afraid of first'. All these things are vividly remembered, as if they were yesterday. ”

Qinghe was fascinated by the two of them, just because they were all Xishu dialects, and the speed of speech was fast, so I was afraid that I wouldn't listen

Carefully, getting closer and closer, unconsciously, forced to the side of the small desk.

Zhuo Mu raised his head, looked at Qinghe, and smiled slightly: "Mrs. Sister-in-law, this is your husband, who is open-minded, humble, saves the family and the country, and takes the world as his own responsibility." ”

Qinghe couldn't help but know about it, went deep behind the enemy, and hurriedly retreated in order to prevent trouble, but he pretended to be a fool on his face: "Don't laugh a lot, such a big hero, the attention of the world, how dare I use it as a husband?" My husband is ordinary, ordinary, and just like me. ”

Zhuo Mu was full of surprise, and then realized: "'It's not a family, you don't enter a family'." Your husband and wife are both "indifferent, clear-minded, only true love, plain and sincere". ”

Qinghe said with a smile: "The horse is serious, the dragon is indifferent to Mingzhi is true, and Qinghe is plain and false." True or false, each goes back to his own home. ”

Her subtext, Ah Long instantly understood: "Long Da and I are not a family, we have no true love, let alone sincerity." These don't matter, let alone bothering yourself, he takes his Yangguan Road, and I take my single-plank bridge, which is the best. ”

Although he was clear, he didn't laugh angrily: "My little concubine has always liked to talk back, so it's good to listen to Ah Mu." ”

Qinghe turned a deaf ear and smiled: "I just want to know, Yue Xiao, who is deeply in love with the couple, is in the camp of the enemy country, and no matter how much he has made a contribution, how can the enmity between the first monarch and him kill his son, the hatred is as deep as the sea, can it be written off?" ”

Ah Long smiled slightly: "Qinghe, you are too underestimated Xianjun." At the critical juncture of the destruction of the country and the annihilation of the nation, personal grudges are petty hatreds, and protecting the family and the country is a great righteousness. What kind of mind did the ancestors have? How could he sacrifice his righteousness and kill heroes because of small hatred? ”

Qinghe nodded again and again, thinking of the needle wound in the vest, his heart ached, and his face was full of admiration: "You are all heroes, this kind of mind, my generation is indeed unattainable." ”

Zhuo Mu continued to speak, and his face was full of sorrow: "As the saying goes, 'There are unpredictable circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck'. At the last moment of the fierce battle, my pregnant eldest sister charged into battle, forgetting her life, but unfortunately she was severely injured by the Northern Tartar cavalry, and the back of her head was seriously injured, and she could not wake up for a long time. Unexpectedly, on that stormy night, Xue Yang disappeared mysteriously. ”

Qinghe was shocked when he heard this: "Who is it that mutilated the three-year-old son?" So vicious? Could it be for the jade flute? ”

Suddenly remembered Zhuo Xingyin's eyes, and wondered in her heart, looking at Mantuo, her face was really like earth, and she couldn't help but wonder: "Why did she change her face and color?" Is it a thief's heart? ”

Zhuo Mu sighed: "After the war, my brother-in-law invited Qiyan to save Sister Zheng wholeheartedly. My father and I searched for Xueyang inside and outside the city, and even in the whole of Xishu, but although we searched for the bottom of the world, we all returned in vain. Once upon a time, I was haunted by Xue Yang's background. Now, every time I think of his disappearance, I blame myself and regret it. ”