Dumping Jun Drama • Chapter Twenty-Eight • Xin Yuejun

Ma Shenglin died, the whole country wanted King Haova, and Feng Zijun withdrew to Yacheng.

The imperial city is still the same, but there are two less powerful princes.

Yan Feiru had left Yacheng, leaving only a letter, and then retreated to the green mountains, and the guards reported to Feng Jian, Yan Feiru said goodbye to Feng Jian, and never saw each other again.

Feng Jian has nothing to say about this, he is a general, and he is entangled in military affairs, so he really can't take care of the red faces around him, and Yan Feiru can be regarded as a smart move if he leaves.

It is the end of April, summer is coming, there is no war in Kyoto, all the people have a chance to breathe, there is no war, only to see: the rice fields are full of cattle and sheep, the willows and green flowers are blooming, the river is clear, the people are smiling like peach blossoms, and the children's paper kites are flying everywhere. Such a good scene can't help but make everyone happy.

Feng Jian also took off his military uniform, wore an ink coat, and rode a horse to enjoy the flowers outside the plug. Zhuge Xi also followed Feng Jian, dressed in white, one black and one white, like a black eagle and a white crane.

Until the foot of the green mountain, Feng Jian dismounted, and saw the remnants of a temple not far away, so he dismounted and walked forward. Zhuge Xi also tied his horse, and approached with Feng Jian, which was originally a prayer temple, which was originally a prayer temple for the people to pray for the war to stop, but it had already been trampled by the iron horses of the officers and soldiers.

"When will the war stop, and the people will have a peaceful world." Zhuge Xi's fingertips gently touched the broken eaves of the temple, and shook his head helplessly.

"Who doesn't want this war to be extinguished sooner? It's just that everyone has the ambition to own the world, and no one is willing to give in, so this war has not been extinguished for a long time! Feng Jian sighed and turned his head.

"If everyone in the world is so ambitious...... Zhuge Xi slowly walked towards Feng Jian, and after a long time, he said: "Then Confucianism...... It's also because I want to sit on the world...... ......"

"It's not an ambition to raise an army, it's just that I want the common people to get out of pain as soon as possible." Feng Jian didn't finish listening to Zhuge Xi's words, so he turned around and interrupted Zhuge Xi's words.

Feng Jian gently brushed a trace of Zhuge Xi's wind-blown bun, looked at the sadness and confusion in Zhuge Xi's eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "In this troubled world...... There are also people who want to protect, in order for that person to not be harmed in this troubled world, Jairian will also go to the world to fight and peace. ”

A breeze blew, disturbing a pool of spring water.

"The mountains have trees and ......trees have branches," Zhuge Xi lowered his eyes, clenched the jade flute in his hand, and sang quietly but extremely pleasantly around Feng Jian.

"The heart is happy...... You don't know ......"

Even the most beautiful singer in the world can't sing such a melodious and beautiful tune.

Born at the wrong time, in troubled times, hold a three-foot sword to keep you safe.

The troubled times are still there, the red face is not old, the hand of the king, and the white head of the king.

The beacon fire is still left, the peach blossoms are still blooming, and the hand of the king is followed to old age.

The national frontier is uneasy, and the soldiers go out of the mountains, fight with you, and stand side by side with you.

The imperial city is flashy, the mountains are not dusty, and you return with you, and return with you.

The sound of the flute is still the same, the piano is still the same, the green mountains are far away, and the green water is boundless.

The drama is praised, the singing is passed on from one to another, and the red robe is added, regardless of the red dust.

It's just two sentences, but it's better than everything in the world.

"Yujin, are you willing to follow me, calm the world, and return to Qingshan as your home?"

"I am willing to hold the hand of the king and share the white head with the king."