Yin Shanhe's horse had already arrived at the front of the circumference.

So he was naturally able to see those people, and he was naturally able to hear those words.

An autumn wind blows.

"Emperor Zhou of the Great Zhou Dynasty came to die!"

"I only beg the prince to spare the people and soldiers of the city. ”

The voice echoed in the night sky, and Zhou Tu looked up again, only determination remained in his eyes.

Yin Shanhe's voice trembled slightly, he looked at Zhou Tu, and then looked at the blood on Zhou Tu's body, his voice was steady, but it was still difficult to hide the trembling in his heart.

"Holy. ”

His name is Holy.

That means that in his heart, there is still a big Zhou.

A person's feelings for the country are so magical, he obviously has no nostalgia for the Central Plains, but when he really raised the butcher's knife against these people, there is no pleasure of revenge in his heart, and the rest is only guilt.

Zhou Tu looked at him and said, "I'm not a saint, I'm a stable." ”

Yin Shanhe's body shook, he looked at Zhou Tu, knowing that something must have happened to him.

He didn't want to hear about it, because he suddenly realized that revenge was not always a happy thing.

Corpses are all over the field.

Most of them are Zhou.

Zhou Tu's voice trembled and said, "Sixty thousand people died, isn't it enough to bury the old lady?"

Of the 60,000 soldiers they brought out, there are now only a few hundred left.

The Mid-Autumn Festival they were supposed to live is now only blood and hatred.

He looked at Yin Shanhe and continued, "When the first emperor died, he often said that he was sorry for the prince, and he said...... He said......"

Yin Shanhe gritted his teeth and asked, "What did he say?"

"Non-Qing is disloyal ......"

"Unidentified ......"

Zhou Tu bowed his head, and tears had fallen in his eyes.

Yin Shanhe was riding on his horse, and he only felt an incomparably huge hammer hammer hitting his chest.

He shook his horse twice, and the ponytail he had drunk was now in his throat.

He stared, as if he had become demented.

His gaze fell on the underside of the gate.

......

More than a decade has passed.

It's been more than ten years.

What does Guanzhong look like?

Why did you suddenly forget something?

His wife has been dead for more than ten years, and this hatred has been buried in his heart for more than ten years.

He froze on his horse, watching.

Look at the people who seem to be fearless of death.

What's wrong with his eyes?

Is it the wind?

He asked himself, his brain, which was already stiff at this point.

He looked at these people who were dead underground, and looked at the faces of these people, old and young.

They were supposed to celebrate their own festive season and reunite their families.

But they just died.

He really thought revenge was a beautiful thing.

But is it really good at this time?

Can he bear to watch his country go to misery, and watch the king of the Eleventh Road vassal enter the customs?

He couldn't have done that, and he couldn't bear to do it.

So what exactly is he for?

He began to doubt what he had been believing in for more than a decade.

......

In that city there were wives and children waiting for their husbands, and children waiting for their fathers.

In that city, there were mothers waiting for their sons, and girls waiting for their lovers.

In that city, there are also Langzhong who see a doctor, a small trader who is greedy for money, and a black-hearted seller.

Noodles on East Street, dumplings on West Street.

Together, these people become life.

It may seem unbearable, but what could be better than this?

What exactly is the definition of good?

Yin Shanhe's lips finally began to tremble, his face began to turn pale, and he began to ask himself desperately.

Even if he really entered the Celestial Empire, what would happen after that?

He didn't have the ability to be an emperor, he didn't have the ability to give these good things.

So.

What is beauty in this world?

......

......

Yin Shanhe lowered his head, his hand was holding the reins, but at this time he couldn't hold it, because his hands were shaking.

When a person discovers that what he has believed for more than ten years may be wrong, his emotions may go crazy, and his heart may become dead ashes.

But he hasn't, he's thinking about something.

He was wondering what he had been insisting on for more than ten years.

If he was really full of hatred, how could he choose to believe him as soon as he saw that Luo Ning was a Zhou person?

If he really can't let it go, why does he have to come out to see Zhou Tu?

If he really didn't have any nostalgia, why did he feel guilty about this dead man?

60,000 people.

Sixty thousand people died for him.

He is not a beast, the 60,000 Zhou people, that is, the 60,000 family.

After tonight, 60,000 families will not be happy.

The flask in his hand trembled, and the drink slanted down.

He was on his horse, and he only felt the drink get into his nose and into his eyes.

He's not sober, he needs to be sober.

But in fact he was sober.

......

Zhou Tu looked at him.

Tears rolled down his eyes, he had never kowtowed to beg someone in his life, and he never imagined that he would kowtow and beg someone one day.

But for the sake of the people, for the sake of the good things of the Great Zhou, what is his face?

He stumbled.

Blood poured out as his head touched the hard weapon of a corpse.

His voice was mixed with tears, and it was hard to hear or understand.

But Yin Shanhe understood.

The people under the gate understood.

This is an apology.

An apology that has been owed for more than ten years.

Although it was not his fault, he still took this mistake on himself for the sake of the people of Da Zhou.

His voice trembled, just like Yin Shanhe's trembling hands at this time.

"The first emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty came to die on the way, and the old prince ......"

"I will trade my life for the lives of the people and soldiers of the city......"

"I'm sorry ......"

......

......

With the fall of the last three words.

The horse was closed, and there was no longer the sound of laughter.

People looked at the former emperor who was kneeling on the ground, and their eyes suddenly became wet.

Li Fengliang's eye circles were also moist.

He knew that although Zhou Tu was like a beggar at this moment, he was richer than any emperor.

In the eyes of these people, he was the real emperor at this time.

Suddenly, the men knelt down together.

They knelt down on Zhou Tu, not the barbarians, nor Yin Shanhe.

The sound was like thunder.

"My Emperor is righteous!"

......

Yin Shanhe's body finally couldn't sit still.

He didn't know if he had jumped off his horse or if he had fallen off his horse.

That's how he fell in front of Zhou Tu.

Two lines of cloudy tears burst out of his eyes, and then fell to the ground, into the already stiff blood.

He waited for this apology for more than ten years.

Groov.

Suddenly, something sounded, like the sound of snow melting, or like something melting.

Something that was more than ten years ago suddenly shattered at this time, and then melted.

This is the voice in Yin Shanhe's heart.

He watched as the soldiers under the walls were missing arms and legs.

looked at the dead soldiers, and there was unwillingness in their eyes one by one.

His tears slammed down his eyes, and he fell to his knees.

"The old minister is content, the old minister ......"

"I don't hate it!"