"Jiu Niang, haven't you thought that one day, you will go back to your hometown to have a look?"

Immediately afterwards, Liu Ji's words made her fall into silence.

Hometown, in her few memories, has long been unrecognizable, and even a vague impression does not exist, and when he suddenly mentioned it at this moment, Zeng Jiuniang's expression dimmed, her eyes lost her brilliance, and even her tone was a lot lower.

"I don't know, is there a hometown to go back to, and if so, where will it be?"

"Everyone has it, and it has nothing to do with rich or poor, rich or poor, old or young." Liu Ji hugged her waist and whispered in her eyes: "Don't talk about yourself so miserable, Jiu Niang, you still have a great life to live, if you are here, you will only feel hatred, maybe it is a good choice to go back and take a turn." ”

"That's a good point." Zeng Jiuniang shook her head gently: "It's a pity, I can't go back." ”

Liu Ji didn't say anything more, as usual, took her hand, and slowly walked in the direction of the palace, the Han people in the city were gradually decreasing, and the streets became much emptyer, and a large number of Zhangxiong people, seeing their arrival, still bent down deeply, and what they saluted, in addition to Zeng Jiuniang, who was like a god, also had Liu Ji's share, because many of the people here had followed him into the city.

For the worship of heroes, there is no national distinction, and when the two walked up the steps and were about to return to their respective residences through the corridor, Zeng Jiuniang found that the other party was holding her hand and had no intention of letting go.

"Where are you taking me?" Zeng Jiuniang's mood has calmed down, and she is also interested in making some jokes.

"Is Jiu Niang willing to come with me?"

"You have Elsilea, there will be many good women in the future, Jiuniang is old and can't walk, just stay here with them, if one day, Gorou misses me, it will be my happiest day."

Liu Ji took her hand and looked deeply into her eyes: "Every woman is unique, and Jiuniang is the same, as long as you can let go of the burden in your heart, tell me." ”

"A queen of the Tubo people, maybe Jiu Niang dissipated this resentment?"

Zeng Jiuniang was taken aback: "You know everything?" ”

"When Yang Huzi came to ask me, I guessed." Liu Ji nodded.

"I didn't kill her, if you want to hand her over to the Tang people, I can arrange it." Zeng Jiuniang admitted it without hesitation, and was willing to hand over the person without even a knock, which Liu Ji didn't expect at all.

"Jiu Niang, if I was here to ask for someone, I would not have handed over Xi Dongzan to you at the time, I don't care about her life or death, I only care about one thing, what other Tubo people do you need, I will help you."

Zeng Jiuniang shook her head: "I'm a useless woman, the enemy can't do anything when he stands in front of me, forget it, I don't want anyone." ”

"I failed to live up to your expectations and didn't catch them all."

"Don't think so, that day in the city of He Bolao, you were just a desperate spy, even people like Xi Dongzan, like a high mountain, now, he is dead, and the Tubo people are falling apart, that is the result I never dreamed of, so I will say, you are my hero."

Liu Ji shook his head without any sense of achievement: "It's a failure, and the evil is not exhausted, so don't mention it." ”

"But you, young lady, may have unloaded the burden of these decades and really lived for yourself?"

Zeng Jiuniang's eyes suddenly showed surprise: "I don't understand." ”

"Then I'll make it clear."

Liu Ji let go of her hand, walked to the outside of the corridor, looking at the scene outside the city, the plateau in November, the earth showed a gray and white tone, the grass and trees withered, the mountains were reckless, giving people a sense of atmosphere and desolation.

Such a scene, in the poetic Tang Dynasty, will be the favorite of literati and elegant guests, because they can use it to write the most beautiful poems that will last through the ages.

Zeng Jiuniang looked at his tall back, that's what she thought, a young sister-in-law from the champion's family, if she wants to say that there is no poetry in her belly, she doesn't believe it, but she never thought that the other party was indeed reciting a poem, but it had nothing to do with the current scenery, but it deeply touched her heart.

"Under the stage of planting melon yellow, the ripe melon is separated, one pick makes the melon good, and then picks the melon to make the melon thin."

Liu Ji spoke slowly in official words, stopping at the last sentence, and sure enough, he immediately heard the same voice behind him.

"Three picks are still free, and they are not picked up."

Zeng Jiuniang muttered to the end, tears came out of her eyes, her body was shaky, and just when she was about to lose her support and fell to the ground, Liu Ji seemed to have eyes behind her back, turned around quickly, and hugged her with her hands.

"Jiu Niang, you are not her maid, you are her."

"Princess Jincheng."

The beautiful woman in his arms had hazy teary eyes, her eyes were full of disbelief, and her voice trembled slightly with the tears that slipped down her face, and such a reaction also made him confirm his judgment, and he couldn't help but hug her tightly into his arms.

"It's all over, you don't need to pretend to be yourself anymore, just cry if you want to."

"How do you know?"

"Since I first met you, I have a very strange feeling, you are not as simple as a maid, because maids should not have so much energy, and what happened later made this feeling deeper and deeper, but I didn't think of going up there, because it was incredible."

"Until I saw that cemetery, a cemetery that had existed for thirteen years, shouldn't it be full of incense, the soil cracked, and the steles and stones old? But what I saw was that there was not even a platform for an incense burner in front of the cemetery, which means that you have never paid homage at all, if you are her maid, is it possible? ”

"So, at that time I had a judgment that this tomb was empty, and that it should be built within a few years, for your own future, am I right?"

Zeng Jiuniang looked at him in a daze, unable to say a word.

"Of course, this is just speculation, maybe it's just a well-dressed mound, in order to express sorrow, Jiu Niang, you may not realize that when you talk about her, you don't have any respect, and you have been describing it as a 'hard-working woman', and the Buddha statue you worship from time to time is the biggest pain in your heart."

"You said that you once had a son, and the maid would have a son with you? It was the son of you and your husband Chide Zuzan, unfortunately, he was killed by the people of the Nang family, because if he could grow up, he would probably become the next Zampu, the old Tibetan nobles at that time, would not let that happen, so you hate that woman. ”

"What kind of woman can hate Tubo to the core, have the energy to stir up civil strife, have the financial resources to buy the Zhangxiong people, and use her life to ......"

"To get revenge?"

Liu Ji's eyes are as bright as a torch, and she has a convincing power, which makes people want to rely on it, and she is the same.