The old woman looked at Li Ruyu peacefully, looked up and down for a while, the wrinkles on her face soothed, smiled lovingly, pulled the back of Li Ruyu's hand and patted it, "It's really a good late life." ”

Li Ruyu's heart warmed for no reason.

"But the word sir, I dare not be ashamed."

Li Ruyu shook his head, "Mr. is modest." ”

The old woman was not persistent, and took Li Ruyu's hand, "Let my wife send my little brother." ”

Li Ruyu hesitated and nodded.

She has something to say.

In the mansion, the gentleman's banner from the slave maid who knew that his mother was outside the door hurried over, but he saw his mother shaking his head at himself, so he had to stay in the mansion with a complicated expression.

Li Ruyu supported Su Ming and walked quietly on the quiet bluestone road.

The night spreads underfoot.

The old woman walked very slowly, trembling, Li Ruyu was extremely careful, and respected this old woman who tore her face for love and family and followed the father of Junziqi who played the rivers and lakes for most of the world, and finally returned to Huilong County to take root.

There were rumors among the people of Huilong County that if there was "Yongxulu" back then, Su Ming would definitely be on it.

The old woman walked about ten steps and said very comfortably: "The night breeze at the beginning of summer is quite cool. ”

Li Ruyu snorted.

The old woman glanced at the stream beside the road, and then pointed to the mound behind half the street, "Little brother, do you know where the name of this mound comes from, why it is called Yiguan Hill, but you don't see the mound of clothes." ”

Li Ruyu shook his head, "It's the first time I've come back to Long County." ”

The old woman smiled, very loving, and her expression of speech reminded Li Ruyu of what the master looked like when he taught himself, "Actually, according to the local county chronicles, the appearance of this Yiguan mound can be traced back to the founding of the Great Yan State. ”

"At the right time, the princes of the world have been fighting for many years, the people are not happy, Yan Taizu Murong Chui is still martial, has the heroic spirit of the world, once carried the tripod around the ancestral temple, and cracked the tiger with his bare hands, which can be called a divine martial descending from the sky, and has great ambitions, and is destined to be a masterpiece of the world to achieve a thousand years of achievements."

"This Yan Taizu was arrogant and arrogant when he was young, and he was stubborn and self-serving, thinking that the halberd was in sight in the world, but he didn't expect to send troops to enter Shuzhong three times and couldn't, I heard that there were great sages living in a house on the bank of Longxi, and led thousands of horsemen to the door to seek talent."

The old woman suddenly smiled and asked Li Ruyu, "Do you know how that great sage treated Yan Taizu?" ”

Li Ruyu shook his head.

Although I have read that history, there is no record of it.

The old woman said softly: "That great sage, I only said one paragraph, saying that Murong Chui has made three expeditions to Xishu, and there are more than 76,000 dead soldiers, if you can let these more than 76,000 veterans die and be blinded, I will help you Murong Clan win the world." ”

Li Ruyu aroused curiosity, "Who is that Daxian, such confidence?" ”

The old woman smiled amusedly, "Who else do you say?" ”

Li Ruyu was shocked: "The Great Yan Soldier Saint is also the founding queen of the Great Yan Dynasty, Baili Chunxiang?!" But isn't the Baili clan in Guanzhong, how could Baili Chunxiang settle down in Huilong County? ”

The old woman nodded, "It is this Qianqiu No. 1 woman Baili Chunxiang, who has been a great man throughout the ages, but she is the kind of great sage who stands alone at the peak and laughs lonely. ”

Li Ruyu gasped.

It turned out that under the well-dressed hill was the former residence of that strange woman.

Hundreds of years ago, it was already drowned in the smoke of history, if you don't hear it today, who would know?

The old woman said: "This is the only book I have obtained from many years of research in ancient texts, combined with the local chronicles of Huilong, Bishan, and Xinglong counties, which is not absolutely accurate, and may also be made up by later generations, but Yiguanqiu is indeed related to Dayan Taizu and Baili Chunxiang." ”

Li Ruyu thought for a while, "How did Yan Taizu do it?" ”

The old woman smiled, "Yan Taizu only did one thing, he drew his sword and sang, and then said don't forget his promise, and then killed himself." ”

Li Ruyu gasped, but he also knew that Yan Taizu was definitely not dead, otherwise how could Dayan build the country, and how could Baili Chunxiang become the founding queen of Dayan.

"I don't know how to know the details, Yan Taizu didn't die, this place left a mound of clothes, in fact, the mound of clothes is a mound of clothes, I think what is buried in it is not the sword that Yan Taizu killed himself or the crown he wore at that time."

Li Ruyu nodded.

Later generations of readers know that after seven years of recuperation and recuperation, Yan Taizong was born and began to fight, but did not take Xishu, but went south to sweep the two princes of Chen and Ming in the southeast with the madness of the dragon swallowing the elephant, and then took the south of the Yangtze River, and then went north, destroying the withering and sweeping the princes all the way.

It was not until the founding of the country that he became the emperor and entered Shu to dominate the world.

The ancient soldier Saint Baili Chunxiang, even when he gave birth to Dayan Taizong, accompanied him in the army, and in almost all decisive battles, she had her masterful handwriting, creating a myth of the soldiers.

Guanzhong Baili has since become the first family of Dayan, and even once there was an embarrassing situation of the dictatorship of foreign relatives, and even the change of dynasty of Daliang Taizu Yellow Robe has the shadow of the Baili family.

It's just that after the candlelight axe shadow incident, the Baili family disappeared in the cool world and was no longer brilliant.

Retracting his thoughts, Li Ruyu asked puzzledly, "Why did Mr. want to tell me these things?" ”

The old woman stroked the white frost hair that was blown by the night wind, and did not answer Li Ruyu's question, but said with a smile: "Qi'er doesn't say anything, but the old man can see that he is no longer the gentle scholar who only thinks about fame and fame. ”

Li Ruyu didn't know how to answer for a while.

"But he has always been an old Qi'er, and now Qi'er's heart, like his father, is filled with the ambition of the world, and the small Zhong'an Hall and I, the dying man, have become a pool of shallow water that traps him."

Li Ruyu was a little unsure, what did this old woman mean, "So?" ”

The old woman was silent for a while, "So, Qi'er should go north." ”

Li Ruyu was taken aback, "You know everything?" ”

The old woman continued to say to herself, "You couldn't die in the yard before, and you wanted to be the same as Qi'er, but you have more secrets in you, maybe Qi'er's ambition is on you." ”

Li Ruyu couldn't cry or laugh, I'm not an alien now.

In front is the Huilong Bridge.

The old woman propped her hands on the bridge, the night breeze blew, and said back to the dragon bridge, when there is a dragon back!

Looking back at the nameless mountain beyond the reach of the distant darkness, where there was a new tomb overlooking the River Kai, the old woman suddenly sighed, tears rolling down her cheeks.

In fact, there was a sentence that did not tell this young man, and Da Yan Taizu also said a word before killing himself.

Lao Yan and go to the national disaster together.

You go first, I come, drink the same cup on the Huangquan Road, and chase the deer for thousands of miles.

More than 40 years ago, there was also such a young man, with the intention of creating immortal achievements in the world, on a late autumn evening, standing in the sunset red maple, carrying the sunset, heroically saying the same thing.

Then he said to himself with a gentle face, you are my thyme spring.

From then on, mistakes will be lifelong.

No regrets.