That kind of breath made Guan Kuo feel very uncomfortable, like an off-white tone, full of a kind of twilight.

Although Jin Youzuo's body still hides the power of moving mountains and reclamation, but in the end, in the face of death, he is vulnerable.

And he had a feeling, a sense of foreboding.

So is Jin Youzuo.

It can be seen that Jin Youzuo is now cherishing every time he has very much, he no longer participates in the affairs of Southern Wu to Northern Tang, and he doesn't even express any opinions, he cherishes every ray of sunshine and doesn't want to have any worries.

Some people who have reached a certain state and lived to a certain age will always sense something in the dark, and there is no doubt that Jin Youzuo has sensed it.

"Isn't Nanwu beautiful?" With his eyes closed, and a very relaxed and satisfied smile on his face, Jin Youzuo asked Guan Kuo.

"Yes," Guan Kuo nodded, and then added, "Nanwu in spring is more beautiful." ”

"I love it." Jin Youzuo slowly opened his eyes, and there was a rare tenderness in them.

"I love it too, but in this world, people will always see a lot of unlovely things happening in those lands." Guan Kuo said.

Jin Yuzuo smiled.

"You've seen the Huai River, and you'll soon be able to see the Yangtze River, this is the first time you've seen the Yangtze River, right?"

Guan Kuo nodded.

"It's our mother river, it's nurturing us, it's beautiful."

Once again he said it was beautiful, and today he seems to be very fond of the word.

He seemed to have some nostalgia and some warmth.

Guan Kuo didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just said casually: "The Yellow River is also our mother river, and it is also very beautiful, but I have rarely seen it, and most of my life has been spent in Chang'an City."

Jin Yuzuo seemed to sigh a little.

"You children, just like those gentlemen in Jinling, live in your own world, thinking that your world is the best and your knowledge is the broadest, but in fact you are a group of calves who have never seen the world, and they are all short-sighted."

"Being a powerful person is a kind of height, and the breadth that you have not seen is still very big, as big as heaven and earth."

"Between heaven and earth, everyone is actually very small, even me. Your so-called power and nobility are only for an equally small group, not the whole world. ”

……

Guan Kuo listened to what he said silently, and felt that since Jin Youzuo came from the Huai River, he had become very talkative, and the other party seemed to pour everything he wanted to say into himself, for fear that it would not be enough and the time would not be enough.

There were thirty or forty palace guards guarding Jin Youzuo along the way, and now they were within the boundaries of Yangzhou, very close to Jinling, the political power center of Southern Wu, and no one would think that any force could threaten their holy generals, even the invincible His Majesty Southern Wu.

Li Qianrong started riding horses, which he asked for himself, and he felt that it was time for him to grow up.

Guan Kuo was very worried about him, but Jin Youzuo said to Guan Kuo like this - you can't worry about him for a lifetime.

After getting out of the carriage, Guan Kuo ran on the back of the horse without a trace, this guy has been comfortable for too long recently, and he was very unhappy, and he wanted to take him off the horse as if he was half-joking, but in the end it was naturally fruitless.

Guan Kuo raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

The terrain they were on was not very high, so they looked over and saw an ocean.

The Yangtze River has arrived.

……

……

The source of the river comes from the far west, twisting and turning, and the dragon swings its tail.

It represents the soul of the land and gathers the endless essence of life.

Without it, there might have been life, but there would never have been the prosperous dynasty it is now.

This is where the prosperity begins.

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away in the east, the waves are sweeping away the heroes, and the surging Yangtze River enters the sea to the east, as if coming from the plateau and going to the ends of the earth.

It's a kind of grandeur.

What the Nanwu people inherited may be that kind of spirit.

Three exquisite and quaint building boats docked on the bank of the river, and the high-ranking officials dressed in court clothes were waiting respectfully on the shore.

In order to welcome the return of the holy generals who have not been seen for more than ten years, His Majesty of Nanwu has brought these big names over so much.

Not to mention the elite children of the Jinguan Second Mansion, as well as several famous generals of Southern Wu.

No matter how spectacular the pomp and circumstance was, it was far, far away for the time being.

"Stop."

Inside the carriage, the old voice was heard.

Yes, although he is not confused when he is old, but with the decay and decay of his face and body, Jin Weizuo's voice has also become vicissitudes.

He can't hide from these things.

His voice wasn't loud, but the whole group stopped.

The big names waiting in the distance shouldn't have noticed the action yet, because the distance between the two sides was several miles.

Guan Kuo rode forward, came to the side of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and asked Jin Weizuo inside:

"What's wrong?"

The moment he saw Jin Youzuo, he was taken aback.

Tears slid down the corners of Jin Yuzuo's eyes, reflecting his thin body more and more dry and pitiful.

……

……

Many years later, Guan Kuo may still think of these questions - why does Jin Wei cry? What is he grieved about? What was he thinking?

But after all, all this will slowly grow old with time, just like the Southern Wu Holy General will also be old, he will be wide, and even Li Xiyun and Ji will be old.

In Guan Kuo's imagination, Jin Youzuo will not cry, he is a monument to Nanwu and an undefeated myth, even if it rains in the sky, he will not shed a single tear.

It wasn't until today that he found out that the Holy General would also cry.

There were only a few tears in Jin Youzuo's eyes, and they quickly dried up on his wrinkled face, but in a trance, it seemed to make people break their hearts.

"I really want to go to the other side of the Yangtze River," Jin Youzuo slowly walked out of the carriage, looking at the mother river in the sky, his eyes were full of sadness, "I haven't been there for more than ten years." ”

"I haven't seen my parents for more than ten years, and I won't see them again, I miss them so much."

"Human life is very short, in fact, I am still young, but I have a shorter life than most people, although I don't regret it, but I am afraid, I also feel very sad."

"This era has not given me a choice, I have experienced all the eventful years, but the price is too great."

……

He didn't look like a Southern Wu holy general at all, but like a child with a broken heart, babbling on and on alone, as if he would never finish speaking.

The palace guards sent by Emperor Wu to protect him were not too close, and although they were surprised by Jin Youzuo's orders and movements, they did not hear each other's words very clearly.

(End of chapter)