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Winter in Chang'an.

Just like this summer, it was lively and noisy, when the powerful dynasty gradually surfaced, when one after another good news accompanied the fast horses of the sergeants, when the high place of the city tower, a bright lamp was lit, and the end of the fifth year of the Great Qin New Calendar was approaching.

Li Yuan's car turned around, and he couldn't wait to go straight to the palace, it had been six months since he left last time, counting the days, and the little guy who had been kicking in Yingyu's stomach for many days was about to be born. Like his young parents, who were new fathers and mothers, excitement filled Li Yuan's entire heart, making him unable to tolerate anything anymore.

Inside the royal palace.

Ying Yushu was lying on the soft brocade couch, and his high abdomen was like a hill, so that Li Yuan's eyes that saw him at a glance could no longer be separated.

"Yu'er, how is this little guy?" Li Yuan took three steps and made two steps, and before he could get close to Ying Yushu, he called out urgently.

"Marquis Wu, please stop, Madam has just rested." A short, fat, and inverted triangular palace everyone whispered while blocking Li Yuan's front with an amazing speed.

Everyone, it is the name of the older woman who is responsible for managing the palace maid in the palace in Qin Shi, Li Yuan looked at it fixedly, he was very unfamiliar with everyone, and there was almost no trace from the impression.

"Who dare you stand in the way of Ben Hou?" Li Yuan shouted angrily, he didn't expect that there would be people in the palace who would prevent him from seeing his wife and children.

"Yuwu Hou, the old man is the lady's general to raise the palace to win the family, and now everything in this palace is decided by the old man, even if the Marquis Wu comes to see, it is good to let the old man know first." The old woman, who had long since lost her face, rolled her proud eyes. said to Li Yuan with an arrogant expression, but when she spoke, her body was still in front of Li Yuan.

"What's your last name Win?" Li Yuanyi frowned, he didn't expect that when Qin II Hu Hai almost killed the children of the first emperor, there would be people with the surname Ying who would survive.

"The old body is the son of King Xiaowen, ranked seventh, I don't know what impression Wuhou has, the child in the belly of Princess Yushu is the only bloodline of my Ying clan, so. Please Wuhou and relax, the old body is risking his life, and he will also serve the princess to give birth to a healthy child smoothly. ”

The old woman's body was trembling slightly under Li Yuan's strong pressure, but she bit her lip tightly, puffing up all her liliang to fight against the fear in her heart.

"King Xiaowen, fuck me!" Li Yuan almost screamed, according to the generation, this King Xiaowen is also the father of Qin Shi Huang in history. That is, the cuckold husband who married the famous slut Zhao Ji, the short-lived emperor of the Qin State had little merit, except for giving birth to a great son.

In terms of seniority, this old woman can actually be regarded as an elder like Win Tamase's uncle. Looking at her appearance and tone, she should belong to the type of person with a strong temperament. Among the inner dependents, the existence of such an elder is definitely the biggest harm to the harmony of the couple.

In particular, Ying Yushu's personality belongs to the weak category. Such a personality can easily make her influenced by the outside world, especially when Li Yuan has been away from her for a long time, judging from the demeanor of this old pious woman of the Ying clan. Not long after Li Yuan left, the old woman came to the palace.

"In this case, when Yu'er wakes up, she will tell you back and say that I am back." Li Yuan shook his head helplessly and said with anger suppressed.

If it weren't for the fact that the quarrel would disturb the pregnant Ying Yushu, Li Yuan almost pulled out his war knife and cut the old woman in two, an old pious woman who ran from nowhere, really didn't know whether to live or die, and wanted to snatch the child with him Li Yuan, how to teach his own child, how to raise, no one else can say irresponsible things.

The old pious woman is not good.

Li Yuan can almost imagine that in the future, in order to continue the bloodline of the so-called royal family surnamed Ying, the woman of the Ying family will definitely do whatever it takes to put the power of educating and raising newborns in her hands, which Li Yuan will never be able to bear, and if you want to drive the Ying family away, you must first get the understanding and support of Ying Yushu.

It's hard.

At the beginning, for the death of Ying Yuman, she felt guilty for a long time, and now, this young child in the womb is her greatest hope.

After calming down the external crisis, what Li Yuan was about to face was another war within his personal family, in this battlefield, Liu Bang failed, and the result was that Lu Pheasant and Qi Ji secretly fought each other, and both were defeated; Xiang Yu is on the way to defeat, and Yu Ji does not have the upper hand in the battle with the five concubines of Jiangnan.

"An old pious woman also wants to break ground on Tai Sui's head, and she is really impatient." Li Yuan's heart was full of frenzy and indignation.

"Someone, call the halberd bearer in the palace to the Shenwu Marquis Mansion." At the moment of stepping out of the palace gate, Li Yuan shouted angrily to the left and right.

――。

Everyone has their own joys and worries, regardless of status.

After recuperating for a while in Sanchuan County, Ma Jin asked the county government in charge of the prisoners to take leave and asked to return to his hometown to see his family, a request that Li Yuan had promised when he left, so it was quickly granted.

After bidding farewell to several comrades-in-arms in the same county, Ma Jin came to the township of Fufeng County, inquired all the way, and was taken aback when he came to a familiar place in the east of the village.

The thatched huts of the past are no longer visible. Instead, it is a house with a front and back well yard, such a bluestone rammed earth house is by no means something that ordinary people can afford.

Orphans and widows.

Life is not easy, how can it be possible to build such a house, is it possible, a woman has changed her mind and remarried? It's only been four years, can't she wait?

The original vow of love, the original sweetness and agreement, were ruthlessly abandoned. As soon as he thought of this, Ma Jin was furious.

He didn't expect that after four years of separation, what he saw when he went home was the tragic ending of his wife's separation.

Knock.

The woman who opened the door inside, in addition to a little more wind and frost on her face, made Ma Jin fascinated and depressed The charm was still there, and when she saw this familiar face, a convulsive ugly smile swelled on Ma Jin's cheeks that had been whipped by whiplashes.

"Young lady?" Ma Jin let out a low exhaler in excitement.

"A-Niang, A-Niang, I'm afraid-!" Without waiting for the woman's answer, a little boy who was less than two years old staggered out of the room, and saw him crying, holding a girl of eight or nine years old in one hand, and stretching out the other to throw himself into the woman's arms.

"Young lady, whose child is this?" Ma Jin's face changed drastically, and he asked unwillingly.

The woman didn't answer, she just silently picked up the little boy who was crying with flowers all over his face, carefully wiped the tears on his face, and then pressed the soft little body tightly, and sobbed lowly.

"Who is that man? Did he rape you, you say--I'm going to kill him. Seeing this scene in his eyes, Ma Jin, who was overjoyed just now, was suddenly burned with anger and was about to go crazy.

I finally got home. Thinking about the reunion of his wife and children, thinking about being able to live a good life, but he didn't want to be such a heartbreaking scene now.

The woman kept her head down, holding the child in her arms tightly with both hands, as if Ma Jin was not talking to him, and no matter how Ma Jin asked, she would not tell who the man was.

"Don't say it, why is this little cub still kept, Lao Tzu killed him, see if the shrunken turtle can't come out." Ma Jin shouted in a rage, pulled the terrified little boy from the woman's arms, and threatened to go into the river inside the house.

Winter.

The river had long since frozen, and only one or two ice caves for washing were still bubbling with a hint of cold, and if the toddler had been thrown into the ice cave, he would have died in no time.

"A-Niang, A-Niang." The little boy who had just spoken a few simple words burst into tears.

"Don't hurt my brother." Just in the midst of the chaos. The little girl who was holding the boy's hand just now screamed, her head was combed with two braids that rushed to the sky, and the red rope was wrapped around one by one, which looked extraordinarily charming, but now, on her little face, there was a tense look.

"It's Heng'er. I'm my father. I'm back, you don't know me anymore. Ma Jin looked at the girl blankly, and a touch of softness in his heart was moved.

When he left home, Ma Heng was just three years old, and he was a little older than this little mongrel, but he didn't expect to grow into a girl who had grown up in Tingting Yuli after a few years, hey, he was going to get married in a few years, Ma Jin thought so, and his eyes gradually softened.

"You are not my father, my father died a long time ago, his tomb is in Chang'an, in that high monument garden, my aunt took me to see it, have you been there?" Ma Heng's crisp voice was like a sharp arrow, which made all of Ma Jin's pride collapse.

"What do you say, you bastard?" Makin hissed angrily.

"I forgot my ancestors, you are wrong, my surname is Han now, not Ma, my father lives under the monument in Chang'an City, he is a hero, not a deserter and a coward." Han Heng raised his head proudly, not afraid of Ma Jin's high-raised slap.

"Heng'er, don't say it again, your father is him, he-it's not easy." The woman, who had been crying all along, finally recovered from her shock and wept with tears streaming down her face.

"Chang'an's Monument Garden, is he also a soldier of Great Qin?" Ma Jin was finally moved. On the way back to his hometown, what he heard the most was the legend about the monument in Chang'an City, which was the glory of Li Yuan, the Marquis of Shenwu, and his brothers who followed him forgetting their lives and letting the Qin army come back to life again and again in a desperate situation.

The living, still fighting.

And the dead are buried in the most conspicuous high place in the capital city of Chang'an, and on the high monument, there is an inscription of Li Yuan, the Marquis of Shenwu:

The heroes of Great Qin are immortal.

The monument is immortal.

Heroes are immortal.

Let heaven and earth be speechless, and let all the people praise. (To be continued......)