At the moment when the dagger pierced his body, Yu Wentai felt a sharp pain, only to feel that his eyes were white and shaking, and the world suddenly swirled.

He gritted his teeth, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead. Looking down, half of the dagger was already in his abdomen.

The pain slowly spreads and becomes more intense. He only felt that his body was in pain. Sharp pain irritated every nerve in him. He thought, it hurts.

I've had a lot of injuries, but I've never felt this pain. Is this what it feels like to die?

Just died like this, and became a piece of loess under the Wuchuan wasteland?

The flowers in this world bloom and fall, and people come and go, and they have nothing to do with him. Unconscious, painless, he slept in the dark underground, gradually decaying into a withered skeleton.

For thousands of years to come, there will be no such person as Yuwentai anymore.

Poof, poof, poof, poof.

He could hear his heart pounding. Never in his life had this heart been beating so hard as it was now, as if it was about to burst.

Why did he enter this troubled world? Why did his father and brother die? Why did he rebuild Chang'an? Why is he competing with Gao Huan?

All the bloodshed, sacrifice, and pain he has endured through gritted teeth all these years, just to die silently tonight, in this mountain col that no one knows, by a depleted hot spring?!

In the future, the ending he left in the history books will be just the words "nowhere to be found". The shame is engraved in the history of the Qing Dynasty and cannot be erased, he will always be a deserter of the times, and he will still be laughed at by future generations 10,000 years later.

What about his grand and brilliant ideals? What about his unified and powerful empire? Will all nations come to the four seas and submit them?

His glorious and prosperous world, his immortal inheritance.

Chang'an, his beloved Chang'an. After winter, those Xifu begonias are about to bloom, and when the flowers bloom, they are as brilliant as dawn and clouds, and the whole Chang'an is floating in pink clouds. When the wind blows, it is a rain of flowers. It was the most gentle and beautiful scenery in his magnificent imperial capital, don't you want to see it again?

Puyuan, and the verdant Puyuan. He and Ah Ying are in love with the lingering Puyuan. The pomegranate blossoms in full bloom on a summer night had amazed him, but the little maids said that the snow and red plums in winter were the most beautiful scenery of the year, and he had never seen them.

There is also the gazebo where Ah Ying used to dress up by the water, and her thin back looms behind the white veils fluttering in the wind. He stood on the shore and watched her from afar, and felt the wind blowing from the lake through the gazebo.

Ah Ying...... and his beloved Ah Ying.

When did he meet her? When did he first want to have her? When did he start to get stuck with her?

Ah Ying, Ah Ying.

With her, dreams and happiness suddenly become concrete. They are no longer illusions that turn a thousand times in their hearts but cannot resort to their mouths, but every time they look at her, every time they talk.

It's the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, and it's her smile like a flower.

Yu Wentai took a deep breath. The pain spread across the limbs.

The wind is blowing. The bleak and desolate north wind.

Suddenly, he felt the corners of his eyes get wet.

In that wind, he smelled the aroma of the Xifu begonias that bloomed all over Chang'an, the fragrance of the red plums in the Puyuan, and the humidity of the lake breeze that passed through the pavilion-

He smelled the aroma on Ah Ying's body.

This is the wind that runs through heaven and earth!

Yu Wentai gritted his teeth, and the blue tendons on his forehead and neck bulged. He yelled, "I'm not going to die!" Yuwentai is not dead yet!! ”

A burst of blood splattered out, and he pulled out the dagger fiercely!

"Pillar Country!!"

Several of the guards were shocked and rushed up to support him, helping him to press the bleeding wound.

Monalo took off his cotton robe and tore open his middle coat, wrapping his wounds tightly layer by layer. In the cold wind, he shivered with cold.

Yu Wentai gasped and looked at him: "Qingshan ......"

Monaro raised his head and smiled at him reluctantly, so cold that his teeth shivered when he spoke: "Childe, we will also accompany you to the world!" ”

Yuwentai knew that Mo Nalou saw that he had lost his ambition and deliberately provoked him with death. He stretched out his hand to support his shoulder, gritted his teeth, and said, "Gu will withhold your money for a year." ”

Monaro smiled lightly, curled up in a ball with his arms caged, and trembled all over: "Subordinates receive punishments." ”

When He Louqi saw it, he raised his foot and kicked on Monaro: "You bastard! You're scaring me to death! I thought you bastard had betrayed halfway through! ”

The people lit a fire by the dry spring and helped Yuwentai to lie down next to the fire. Yu Wentai lay down, looked at the dark night sky, and asked in a low voice, "Qingshan, if I really died just now, what are you going to do?" ”

Monaro knelt beside him and said, "I will send the body of my son back to Wuchuan for burial, and from now on I will guard the tombs of you, the old general, and other sons, and I will never leave Wuchuan." ”

Yu Wentai smiled lightly.

Monalo approached him, looked into his eyes, and said firmly: "But you are Yuwentai, and no one in the world can compete with you." I have grown up with you since I was a child, followed you to the north and south, and fought countless battles. No one knows you better than I do – you don't die here quietly. ”

When you die, the funeral procession will not see the end at a glance, the most famous and powerful people in the country will hold your coffin, and the color of mourning you will be like a sea in Chang'an City. You will go down in history and set an example for generations to come.

Yu Wentai let out a long sigh, his women, his guards, all knew him so well, it was really scary to think about.

He stretched out his hand to cover the wound, bared his teeth and gasped: "It really hurts!" ”

He Louqi smiled on the side: "Gongzi Jiren Tianxiang, I heard that he was born with purple qi to protect his body, how can he die so easily." ”

Suddenly, the people heard the sound of stones rattling from the spring.

He Louqi hurriedly picked up a burning branch and went over to check. I saw that the spring was constantly steaming, and from time to time water splashed out, and the rubble on it jumped in all directions.

"This is ......" He Louqi was puzzled, and suddenly with a pop, a huge stream of water washed away the stones, and the hot spring water was wrapped in the smell of sulfur gushing out!

"Alive! This spring is alive again! He Louqi exclaimed.

Yu Wentai raised his head and looked at the spring, where the clear and hot spring water continued to gush out with a strong sulfur smell, and the whole spring soon lingered with warm water vapor.

Yuwentai breathed a sigh of relief and lay down again, looking at the dark night sky.

The earth is not dead. It's also full of life.

But something died.

His heart was full of sorrow.

Half a year ago, he solemnly exchanged the rest of his life with Ah Ying here. In the past six months, how happy he has been with her. It was the happiest time of his life.

He closed his eyes, thinking about her beautiful face, thinking about every parting and reunion he had with her.

She just left with Gao Su...... Knowing that, she hated him to the core, and never wanted to see him again, right?

Where will she go from now on? What kind of people will you meet? Who will collect her life? Her brother exchanged his life for her for an ordinary life, can she really live a peaceful life from now on?

From now on, does he only have to hide her deep in his heart and use all the time for the rest of his life to remember every moment with her?

He suddenly thought of Yu Ziqing. He finally understood Yu Ziqing's despair as deep as the sea after learning of the marriage.

lost Ah Ying, and his life was nowhere to be trusted.

He slowly closed his eyes, only to feel a tear gently slip into his sideburns.

After that, for the rest of my life, the wind rose, thinking of you; It's snowing, thinking of you; The flowers are blooming, thinking of you; The leaves are falling, thinking about you......

It's a pity that the good scenery along the way back can't be seen with you.

Ah Ying, I really want to see you.

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Sogou