Chapter 8 If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight

Under the bright moonlight, a slender figure soaked in the sparkling spring water, half of the face was ghostly, half of the face was delicate, this person was Yang Wuyang.

Eyes closed with enjoyment.

And in the depths of the dense forest in the distance, two figures rushed forward and one behind, hurrying forward.

Yang Wuyang, who was neatly dressed here, looked at the calm spring water, and said with attachment: "It's a pity, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to come in the future." ”

After speaking, his body was as light as a swallow and quickly disappeared into the night.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yang Wuyang returned to the thatched house safely, just looking at the simple bed, which was empty, Yang Wuyang's eyes blinked.

Until the third watch in the middle of the night, a man with unusually heavy footsteps pushed the door in breathless.

He sat down at the table, picked up a jug of water on the table, and drank it all.

"Who have you offended? If you don't move or leave, you will chase after me, and the whole mountain will be run by me. Yang Wuyang, who heard this, looked at the owner with a clear face, and his eyes were unusually bright.

"I didn't expect that the people who met in Pingshui, because of the situation, have gone through a journey of life together, and they can indeed give each other a sincere heart."

"As we all know, only women and villains are difficult to raise! Xu is a villain. ”

The owner of the house, who finally stabilized his breath, raised his eyes to look at Yang Wuyang opposite, and the corners of his mouth twitched under the silver mask.

"It's not a woman, it's a villain."

Yang Wuyang got up and walked to the humble bedside, "The grilled fish is really delicious, the children of the rivers and lakes, not only do you cheat." ”

After that, go to bed.

There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and so is Yang Wuyang and the owner.

Drifting water droplets after heavy rain, drop by drop, beating on a flower and a tree, a shadow.

The owner of the house stood quietly under the eaves, half of his body soaked by the rain, and his words beat his heart again and again.

Yang Wuyang has no extra comfort, he is not hard-hearted, he can't turn things around, and he can't do anything.

"Tonight's grilled fish smells different from the past, as if the flavor is stronger."

"Yes, it is mixed with nostalgia that cannot be sought, so it will be even stronger!" Yang Wuyang quickly flipped through the grilled fish in the clay pot.

The depression of parting is pervasive in the end, and Xiao Douding, who is sitting obediently at the table, is unusually silent at this time.

"Brother, are you really leaving? We'll see you again in the future! ”

The owner of the house was silent for a few seconds, and his slightly ethereal eyes looked at the sunset after the rain, and murmured: "Maybe! ”

There was silence again、、、、、、。

"When I was a child, my biggest dream was that my father could spend more time with me, or have my own friends; Later, I found that as long as I studied hard, they would praise me and like me.

But slowly I grew up, I suddenly found that those who like me, just like my identity, even if I work hard, no one is really good to me, and then later, I live every day in fear, for fear that I will not wake up that day, but this day, God did not let me wait longer, that invisible magic grasp after all wanted my life.

Hearing that the owner of the house who had been with him for many days would calmly say his identity, although he had already guessed, but after hearing it with his own ears, Yang Wuyang couldn't help but be shocked.

"Hehe、、、、、, maybe God has mercy, my life should not be extinguished, and I escaped.

I have fantasized about the sky outside countless times, fantasizing about the world of freedom, but I was wrong, there is no pure land in this world at all.

Ruins and broken walls, hungry for thousands of miles, millions of floating corpses, this land is clearly a purgatory on earth.

When I was hungry and panicked, I suddenly realized that life in the palace was heaven on earth.

I hid here in peace, but I forgot that my people were living in hell.

During this time, I no longer resented, no longer feared, and no longer fled.

Maybe there is a certain number in the dark, I finally experienced the love of the children of the rivers and lakes in fresh clothes and angry horses, and the purest warmth in the world, I felt it.

Attached and numb, I even hope that this dream will not wake up.

But after all, it's a dream, it's just a dream. ”

The sky is full of sunshine, and the body standing against the body looks so peaceful and lonely.

Maybe it's because of emotion, maybe it's two lonely souls, in short, Yang Wuyang's thin body trembled slightly.

Speaking of which, there is no one who can understand the owner of the house better than Xiaodouding.

The little body, kicking, kicking, kicking, running over and hugging the owner.

"I will work hard, and when I learn my skills, I will help those people who are suffering."

Obviously, Yang Wuyang never thought of such words as Xiao Douding.

Just looked at the two figures at the door rather complicated.

In a simple and clean thatched house, the three of them surround a stove, and the grease left by the food is sizzling from the stove, and the skin of the charred grilled fish exudes an attractive fragrance that makes people satisfied.

At the Last Supper, there was no wind and clouds, only a spontaneous sense of happiness filled everyone's nerve center.

When night fell, Yang Wuyang and Xiao Douding stood at the door, watching the owner leave with simple luggage.

Seeing that the crescent white robe was almost submerged in the weeds, Yang Wuyang suddenly walked towards the last figure.

"Little Beanie, stand still."

Yang Wuyang, who walked behind the owner, said in a low voice, word by word:

"The Jia family is ambitious and untrustworthy, Jin Yongcheng, the city is small and solid, and people can be arranged as soon as possible."

Yang Wuyang knew that these words seemed inexplicable at the moment, but she believed that the person in front of her would understand sooner or later, and she could only try her best to remind her.

Dropping these words, Yang Wuyang turned around and walked towards Xiaodouding, the owner of the house left, Yang Wuyang knew that he had never looked back.

In the inevitability of history, Yang Wuyang doesn't know how much killing and blood has been experienced, but Yang Wuyang understands that the gears of history will be ruthlessly crushed after all.

After months of getting along, Rao is Yang Wuyang is cautious and cautious, and his mind is solid, he should also understand that this kind of life will never happen again in the future.

Lying in the dark and silent thatched hut, Little Douding asked softly:

"Wuyang, do we have to go? I can't bear to be here, what if the owner comes back and can't find us? ”

"I have to go, but I'll definitely find him if I can in the future、、、, I'll be able to find him."

After the Yang family was destroyed, the surface was calm, but in fact, there were stormy waves.

Yang Wuyang, who knew the general development of events, understood that these few months were the busiest time for the Jia family, and it was also the calm before the powerful people waited for the opportunity to move.

There was silence for a while, and the night was deep and thick.

In the same year, six months after the destruction of the Yang family, the Jia family took advantage of the king of Chu to kill the king of Runan and issued an order to kill the king of Chu, and after that, a new round of competition for power began.

In a high-walled compound in Luoyang City, the patrol army was impermeable, and each house was heavily guarded, and the breeze blew, only the sound of the leaves rattled.

The bottom is just the opposite of the top, in the underground palace, the lights are bright, as bright as day, the sound of heavy armor, and the shouts that break through the sky, all show the arrival of the fierce battle.

The night was quiet, and time passed by second.

The morning light sprinkled all over the corners of the palace, and a second ago it was still a river of blood, and the viscous smell of blood was pungent; In the next second, the palace hall, which was washed clean by clean water, had a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and it was difficult for anyone to see the bloody wind and rain before the war.

Magnificent and shining, on the golden dragon chair, sat a half-asleep emperor, and the person sitting next to this emperor was the mastermind and winner of this war - Empress Jia.

There were dozens of ministers standing neatly on the main hall, scrambling to commend their merits and loyalty, lest they pull themselves down, but all this was insulated from the sleeping emperor.

The Jia clan is finally in power, the desire for power has lost the gamblers who have succeeded them, the indifference of human nature is filthy and rotten, and the ruler is rampant with demons.

The big families in Luoyang City, which is not a vassal and elegant, talking and laughing.

Green and high locust leaves, picked and paid to the Chinese kitchen.

The new noodles come to the near market, and the juice is all together.

The capital is too ripe, and there is no worry about adding food.

The blue and fresh are all shining, and the fragrant rice is also a bud.

The teeth are cold in the snow, and people are persuaded to vote for this pearl.

I am willing to follow Jin Fei and go to Jin Tu Su.

Lu Yuan thinks about the mud, and the excitement is unswerving.

The celery is small, and the algae are bright.

Ten thousand miles of dew and cold hall, boiling water and clear jade pot.

The king enjoys the cool evening, and this smell is also necessary.

Everyone who is scrambling to get it, who understands the deep meaning of wanting to wear the crown and must bear its weight.