followed Xu Zheng to the frontier, looking at the lonely smoke of the desert and the sunset over the long river, Shen Qingfeng was indignant from the beginning, to the point of amazement, and his mentality changed little by little without even he noticing.

He saw that Xu Zheng drank with the soldiers.

He saw that the man sitting in the encirclement mingled with the soldiers.

He saw that Xu Zheng on the training ground was serious and sharp, wielding a spear in his hand like a dragon, full of pride.

It was a kind of blood, the blood that belonged only to the frontier boys.

Shen Qingfeng was extremely envious.

He stretched out his hand to touch the sword countless times, and imitated Xu Zheng's appearance countless times, waving the non-existent spear in his hand.

Countless times, I followed him to read the contents of the military book.

Countless times, watching the lights outside the account go on and off.

also countless times, looking at the situation over there.

Shen Qingfeng suddenly felt that if he was still alive, he must choose the path of joining the army.

With his flesh and blood, with his hands, he guards his country.

This is what a man who stands up to the sky should do!!

If, he's still alive.

How good is that......

Time passes day by day.

Finally, the neighbors were no longer at peace, and they seemed to have elected a new general.

Dispatch troops.

The battlefield is ever-changing, with swords and blood, and a city of corpses in the sea of blood.

That day, Shen Qingfeng saw the killing for the first time.

He saw the bodies separate, the heads rolling off, the blood spurting thin.

The first time he saw it, Shen Qingfeng was frightened.

Although he knew that he was dead, knowing that he no longer had feelings, Shen Qingfeng still wanted to vomit very much.

Nausea.

A feeling that made him extremely uncomfortable and nauseous.

And yet—

He saw that Xu Zheng, who was charging at the front, was still expressionless.

The man on the tall horse, dressed in black armor, and the silver-white spear in his hand seemed to have turned into a scythe of death, cutting off the heads of one enemy after another who invaded his country.

Looking at Xu Zheng like this, Shen Qingfeng suddenly felt that if Ah Yun's husband was him, he Shen Qingfeng would be convinced.

"Ah Yun, the person you fancy is a hero......"

It's still the young voice of the year, it's still Qingyue, and it's even a little ethereal, but it doesn't have the carefree and angry anger it had back then.

There is a little loneliness, a little dazed, a little sigh, and a few blessings.

In Shen Qingfeng's view, Xu Zheng can take on the title of 'hero'.

It should be said that those who dare to charge forward for the country and dare to shed their blood for the country are-

Hero!

Ah Yun is the best, and of course she deserves to be a hero admired by the world.

And he, Shen Qingfeng, is not a hero.

......

A few days on end.

Xu Zheng's side is gradually at a disadvantage, for no other reason, the other party's generals have too many tricks, and the enemy's supplies are very strong.

The desert wind and sand blew and drowned the bones on the battlefield.

It's really a horse leather shroud.

And when he clashed with the enemy army for the fifth time, Xu Zheng cut off the head of the enemy general at the cost of a knife in his left shoulder.

However, no one thought that -

Poison on the knife!!

Postwar.

In the military tent camp, the military doctors were busy before and after, and their faces were extremely ugly.

The entire barracks was quickly enveloped in a heavy atmosphere.

Shen Qingfeng watched from the sidelines, looking at Xu Zheng's pale face, as if he had lost his life.

......

Capital.

Sima Yun, who was embroidering by the window, saw that the curtain by the window suddenly fluttered.

Sima Yun put down the needle and thread in his hand and got up to close the window.

Suddenly, Sima Yun was stunned for a moment.

She seemed to see a familiar figure just now, and she seemed to hear a familiar voice.

'Ah Yun, you have to ...... with him'

The wind blows, bringing up the swaying of leaves.

In the wind, the soul that refuses to disperse is whimpering.

- Ah Yun, when I grow up, I must marry you.