"If you have another umbrella at this time, it will be even more leisurely."

Ye Tingcheng looked at it with a smile, and the fast carriage ran away, but he didn't go out immediately.

Because behind the carriage, there were several horses tightly embellished.

The knights on the horse, all well-trained, looked like they had come out of the barracks.

The evil aura that filled their bodies was something they didn't bother to hide, and they couldn't cover it all.

If a timid person looks at it, he will involuntarily cover his eyes and scream in fright.

Who said that it was the evil qi that came out of the sword mountain and the sea of blood.

The knights on the horses all went through nine deaths before they could crawl out of the pile of dead and continue to live.

And what can represent them in the battlefield is the wounds left on their bodies.

Among them, there were knights with broken arms, but they were not inferior to the other knights because of their injuries.

Ye Tingcheng and Ling Xiao would not be afraid, the two of them actually fought all the way like this.

And before the end of the world, Ye Chengcheng was also full of reverence and love for these loveliest people.

In the last days, it is these loveliest people who charge ahead, enjoy the last, and sacrifice first, so that countless people are shocked to tears and admired to the extreme.

Before the end times began, people generally heard about these loveliest people.

After the beginning of the end times, people intuitively saw, heard, and felt what they did, and in shock, they deeply worshipped, loved, and respected them.

And Ling Xiao is like these knights on horseback, after the experience of swords, mountains and fires, how can he be afraid of these people?!

The two men watched the knights on the horses until they all disappeared, and had not yet come out of the alley.

"They're the loveliest people, just like you."

Ye Qingcheng suddenly opened his mouth and squeezed Ling Xiao's hand hard.

If he could, Ling Xiao would rather be deported to the border than driven to Xiaoqing Village.

Although Xiaoqing Village is a very remote place, it is safe, stable, and there is no threat.

It's just that the person who is high up in Kyoto, as well as the scum and vicious green tea bitch of the Hou Mansion, it is impossible to let him go to the border.

In their hearts, it is tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountain, not disposing of him at all, but making him like a tiger with wings.

"I'm a little bit short of them."

Ling Xiao was not humble, but the knights on these horses were older than him at first glance.

As long as you are from the Xi Dynasty, when you look at the age of these knights and the injuries left on their bodies, you will remember the tragic battle of those decades ago.

That's really nine deaths, or even ten deaths.

Because of the war of that year, the ten rooms and nine empty rooms in the villages near the border pass were good, and there was still a little fire left.

In some cases, entire counties will be completely destroyed, and no one will be able to survive.

That is to restrain the enemy, so as not to let these jackals penetrate deeper and harm more Xi Dynasty people.

For this purpose, there are many ordinary, extraordinary people who have sacrificed their lives one after another, but the vast majority of them are unknown and can only be lost in the long river of history.

"It's a pity that no one remembers them......"

Ling Xiao said in a low voice, there is a regret that he couldn't be born decades earlier, and he also threw himself into that battle.

There are also those who feel sorry for those who are generous to righteousness.

"No, Ling Xiao, someone will remember them."

Ye Chengcheng said: "Those who live in that land, those who can survive will remember them. They will be remembered by the people who moved to that land, and they will be remembered by those who have been sheltered by them.

The most important thing is that the heavens and the earth will remember them. What if you can't leave a name? Even if they don't have names, they are the loveliest people!

Their heroic souls will forever be engraved on the land for which they gave their lives, and will also be imprinted in the souls of those who survived, those who came after, and those whom they sheltered. ”

These heroic souls will never be forgotten.

Because heaven and earth will remember them, every grass and tree there will remember them, and the people there will remember them even more, and they will never die.

"Yes, someone will remember them, always remember them."

Ling Xiao also nodded, yes, didn't he just remember it? Remember, those famous nameless heroes, remember their tragedy.

"yes, because you remember, and I remember."

Ye Tingcheng's eyes were crooked when he smiled, and his phoenix eyes were bright.

Those famous nameless heroic souls, not to make people remember them, will be so resolute, tragic and calm to die.

"It's me who wants to fork in."

Ling Xiao said softly, took her hand, walked out of the small alley, and continued to walk forward.

Ye Chengcheng didn't speak, just silently accompanied him through one street after another, until his depressed mood slowly dissipated.

"Hey, Ling Xiao, wait a minute."

Just after the two of them walked through a small and narrow alley, Ye Tingcheng saw something she was familiar with and Ling Xiao also liked - hawthorn.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Xiao stood still, and after walking for such a long time, his mood finally cleared up and he was no longer so depressed.

"Look over there, look over there......"

Ye Chengcheng did not suppress the excitement in his heart, and smiled towards the burden next to the person who had just closed the door in the small alley.

"See? See. ”

Good guy, this man has so many hawthorns, enough for a merchant to bear, and he is a cut above the boss.

The red hawthorn is so conspicuous in winter that people will be speechless when they see it.

I can't help but think of the allusion of 'looking at plums to quench thirst'.

"Is it a hawthorn?"

Ling Xiao also saw it, and was still a little unsure.

After all, although this hawthorn is not a rare thing, it is not a common fruit that will be taken out and sold.

Without him, it's too sour, it's so sour.

Anyone who has eaten this original hawthorn will involuntarily cover their mouths after seeing this hawthorn for the first time.

And Ling Xiao, unexpectedly, is a person who likes sour taste.

When he saw this hawthorn, he not only did not feel itchy teeth, but he was happy to see the hunt, and if it was possible, he would have liked to buy them all.

However, it depends on what his daughter-in-law says.

The money his daughter-in-law brought with him was going to buy all kinds of materials for the snacks he made today.

Even if you can buy hawthorn, it is very likely that you will buy a little without buying too much, or you will buy it all.

After all, for her daughter-in-law, hawthorn is still too sour. Even if his daughter-in-law is sour, even if it is boiled and the hawthorn juice with sugar is put on it, she doesn't like to eat it very much.