"Haven't you read enough of that letter?" In the wind, the flowers gently brushed their sleeves and covered their mouths and noses, "If you have seen enough, put it down!" People are dead, they can't come back, and those who aren't dead - you can't see them. ”

The man raised his head slightly, still with his back to the wind flower, his eyes were numb and dull staring at the wall, and in his hoarse voice, a hoarse trill sounded, "Why be afraid of a good man dying on the battlefield?" What I am afraid of is that I will do my best and fall into the name of a chaotic minister and thief. ”

"The three generations of the Fu family are loyal and good, but they can't afford to say a few words."

"I am honored that my son died on the battlefield. But what I hate is that even if I shed my blood for Dashuo, what I got in exchange was treason. ”

Fenglihua sighed lightly, "Since ancient times, how many loyal ministers have died at the hands of the emperor. You should understand that the prestige of the Fu family today has long exceeded the emperor's expectations. One mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, the imperial power cannot be sidelined, and those who have high merit cover the master, they really deserve to die! Fu Sheng, how smart you are, we are also old rivals over the years, can't you even see this bit of imperial heart? ”

"What hope do you still have, thinking that one day the emperor will wake up. But don't forget, fish bones stuck in the throat must be removed. Even if it is not eliminated today, sooner or later it will be destroyed. ”

"It's not just your Fu family, even today's Nian family, once the Dashuo country is protected, it will also be exchanged for the end of the birds hiding the good bows and the cunning rabbits and dead lackeys."

"The emperor is so suspicious, and he has had it since ancient times. It's you who are stupid, stupid to death of your son, stupid to yourself, and even the children in the family. Fu Sheng, what else do you have to say so far? ”

Fu Sheng got up slowly, his body trembled slightly, and he no longer had the posture of being brave and good at fighting on the battlefield. As soon as Fu Shaohong died, he was captured in the Beizhao camp and turned white overnight.

But even so, what's the point?

Fu Sheng trembled and carefully folded the letter he had read and read, put it in his sleeve, and protected it like a life. That letter was written by Shangguan Jingyu to Fu Shaohong. Fu Shaohong went to the battlefield, but accidentally forgot the letter that was tucked under the pillow.

After the defeat of Youzhou, the sergeant of Beizhao searched for the letter and directly handed it to Fenglihua.

It was also because of this letter that Fu Sheng, who wanted to think about it, survived. watched the old tears once, and saw the tears flowing twice, and I was desperate for the court and Dashuo in my heart, but I couldn't let go of the old and young in the family.

If he dies like this, under the Yellow Spring, how can he have the face to face the ancestors of the Fu family.

I thought that if I lived, I would one day be able to see Fleur's child. Whether it is a man or a woman, as long as he can be born and can take a look, he will die in this life.

The letter was already very wrinkled, and the handwriting on it was soaked with tears from time to time, gradually blurring. But the content, Fu Sheng can almost recite it backwards, but he still can't help but watch it every day.

Feng Lihua glanced at Chang Yuan, and Chang Yuan opened the prison door knowingly, "General Fu, come out." ”

"Where are you going?" Fu Sheng's old dragon clock.

"Take you to the person you want to meet." Changyuan Road.

Fu Sheng frowned, and slowly looked at the flowers in the wind, "You're not afraid that I'll run away?" ”

"The Fu family is exempt, it doesn't matter if you run away. You are of no use to me. Earlier, I wanted to use you to cause internal strife in Dashuo, but I didn't expect the emperor to be ruthless enough to directly cut off the foundation of the Fu family. The flowers in the wind swept their sleeves and walked out, "If you don't put it on me, if you can't walk on you, you can do it yourself!" ”

"Beizhao, will you let me go?" Fu Sheng is not a fool.

Fu Sheng was a captive, in other words, Fu Sheng's life and death should be handed over to the court of Beizhao. But Feng Lihua didn't hand over Fu Sheng for a long time, but locked him in the Youzhou dungeon. Now Fenglihua is still advocating the release of Fu Sheng, if it reaches the court of Beizhao, I am afraid that Fenglihua's guilt is not small.

Emperor Beizhao had already picked his nose and eyes at the flowers in the wind, and he had already attacked the flowers in the wind. It's a pity that the flower in the wind is a hard bone, and she is not afraid of anything.

"The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, isn't this sentence often on your lips from Dashuo?" The flowers in the wind glanced at him lazily, "The so-called strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, I have the final say here." ”

After that, the wind flower continued to walk out and never looked back.

Chang Yuan sighed lightly, "Please! ”

Fu Sheng walked out step by step, and the moment he walked out of the dungeon, the bright light outside made him retreat quickly, and he couldn't open his eyes at all. After so many days and nights, locked in a dark dungeon, he was no longer used to the sunlight outside. The light was so strong that he couldn't get out at all.

stayed at the door for a long time, until his eyes slowly adjusted to the light outside, and Fu Sheng walked out slowly.

The sun is shining and it's suddenly clear outside.

But no matter how good the sun is, there is a dark place in the heart, even the best sunlight cannot illuminate.

Walking down the steps step by step, Fu Sheng stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but it was Changyuan who helped him to stand firmly. At that moment, he was no longer the commanding Zhenguo general Fu Sheng, just like an ordinary old man who had entered old age.

The white hair is like this, the face is numb, the eyes are sluggish, and even the movement is no longer as flexible as it was at the beginning.

Now, even if he is allowed to ride a horse, he is afraid that he will not be able to go far.

A person's will is exhausted, and only this shell is left alive in the world.

Fortunately, the wind was full of carriages, and there was no need to ride horses. Turning his head to look at Fu Sheng, who looked slightly sluggish, Feng Lihua sneered twice, "The soldiers on the battlefield that day, the old dragon clock today." ”

"I'm old." Fu Sheng responded, "People will get old." ”

"At that time, I wanted to serve my country, but now? Your country has abandoned you, your family, and your fighting spirit. Fu Sheng, such a person, even if I keep you, it's useless! I had a little respect for you earlier, but now—you're no more. "The flowers in the wind are mean.

Fu Sheng didn't say much, just raised his head fixedly, looking at the floating clouds in the sky.

"What are you looking at?" Changyuan asked.

"See if my son is in heaven." Fu Sheng replied in a low voice.

At that moment, no one spoke.

Life and death on the battlefield are unpredictable, it is a lie to say that you don't hate, but if you say hate, Fu Sheng should hate the emperor and Xiao Dongming the most.

If the city gate had not been closed, if he had rushed out earlier, maybe his son would not have died.

A city gate is like a ghost gate.

Since then, yin and yang have been separated.

After getting into the carriage, Fu Sheng leaned against the window of the carriage, his expression numb, and his eyes were lifeless. At this moment, what else does he want to do business? I don't even ask where to go.

What else to ask? It's all like this, you can catch your breath when you can, and when you can't breathe, you close your eyes, that's all.

The carriage slowly went away and left Youzhou City.

No one knows where the two carriages will go, only that the carriage has gone all the way and never stopped. Youzhou City is getting farther and farther away, and the sound of those soldiers is still in my ears. Those blood-drenched pictures are still vivid.

It's a pity that it's not the same as before.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people came back to fight in ancient times?