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"On the seventh day of the month, no matter how bad the family is, it is always the place where you and I live when we are young, and no matter how bad Great Xia is, it is always our homeland. 【Latest chapter reading. Now that the country is worried about foreign troubles, and the captives are looking at each other, how can you and I bear to ignite another wolf smoke in the devastated land? ”

When Yue Qi heard this, she was stunned for a moment, but she heard Zhuge Yue continue: "What's more, Zhao Che is not a drop of grace to me. ”

Zhuge Yue left after speaking, but Yue Qi stood in place stunned, thinking carefully about Zhuge Yue's words.

He didn't know what he felt in his heart, subconsciously he knew that the young master was right, but when he thought of what had happened in the past two years, a sense of grief and indignation was so depressed that he couldn't get rid of it. Could it be that the young master really doesn't care at all?

Of course Zhuge Yue cares.

In the dark bedroom, a short chuckle sounded.

How can you not care about the days when you were young and survived in the family like a beast and a dog? How can you not care about the frustration of being full of expeditions again and again, but finally being hit? How can you not care about the saliva and shame that comes your face when you flee back with nine deaths?

You can't forget, and you can't forget when you die.

He didn't want to think about what he had just felt, and what a fierce wave Yue Qi's blurted out words had set off in his heart.

The man is as determined as iron, and he has been running around all his life, what is he looking for? Isn't it a meritorious achievement? Not getting ahead? Isn't it once a great honor, calling for wind and rain, and responding to every call?

It was a fatal temptation, and for any man, marijuana that could never be weaned.

When he escaped death in such a Jedi, there was no trace of warmth in his face, he was notorious, abandoned by his family and country, and became the public enemy of Great Xia in an instant. He is not a saint, how can he have no hatred in his heart?

Perhaps, as Chu Qiao said, when he saw that Great Xia was repeatedly defeated under Yanbei's offensive, he would inexplicably feel a trace of happiness in his heart. When the interior of Great Xia was decaying and there was more and more chaos, he also thought about marching eastward to replace Great Xia, using strong force to bring shame to the past, and looking down on the dirty faces that had once stepped on his head.

But when it came time to take that step, he retreated.

The eyes of the Qinghai Plain, who were not well fed and clothed, looked at him earnestly, and those who generously took him in when he had nowhere to go, were still waiting for him to bring them a winter that would not die.

Yes, he couldn't go and talk to Yueqi, he couldn't go and talk to his subordinates who had been following him. They will surely look at him with round eyes, and then ask: Young master, do you want to give up the capture of the prosperous Simon for a few Qinghai soil buns?

Yes, it's just the descendants of some death row prisoners who have traveled to the prison for generations, but they are just some dirt buns who are not educated by the saints. If it had been before, he would have thought the same way, and sneered disdainfully, the eldest husband has a choice, and should aim high, instead of being a woman's sad hesitation. But something changed him at last, and when he was discredited and abandoned by the world, someone opened a warm door for him, and although the door was dilapidated and the house was leaking, he sat there and drank the warmest mouthful of porridge in his life.

At that time, he suddenly understood Chu Qiao, and understood the girl who always told him to wait and see with a tenacious face.

He thanked the heavens, and without such an opportunity, he might never have understood her, and he would not have understood the joy of creating and protecting. He was astonished to find that the joy was no weaker than the feeling of conquest and destruction.

As for Great Xia, as for enmity, as for the struggle for dominance......

He slowly closed his eyes and said to himself: I can tell what is most important.

Yes, he still needs to fight, to maneuver, to use his own ability to maintain and fight, he still has to play games and scheming with those in the government and the opposition who have their own thoughts, or he still has to fight against people with different political views on the battlefield.

Even though he was not determined to seize Great Xia, he did not want to sit idly by and watch it decay and fall into the hands of others.

Besides, now he can't retreat. When he led his troops out of Cuiwei Pass, when he took over as the Sima of the Great Xia Army, when he single-handedly blocked the Great Xia from waging war against Bian Tang, everything was a foregone conclusion.

He remembered the oath he and Zhao Che had made on the cold land of Donghu when he was at the end of his rope, and a cold edge appeared in the corners of his eyes.

At this time, a pair of calm eyes suddenly looked through the dark mist, the gaze was so gentle, but there was a faint trace of sadness that could not be concealed.

He closed his eyes silently, his fingers rubbing against the white walls of the cup.

He smiled slightly, his smile bitter, like cold snow.

Everything begins after it ends, and they are always like this, meeting at an inopportune time, leaving at an inopportune time, and fate pushes them down a path with no way back, stumbling and bumpy along the way.

The room was pitch black, and a faint ray of moonlight shone in through the window, shining coldly on him. In the final analysis, he is still just a young man in his twenties, although he has experienced so many twists and turns and hardships, he sometimes has such a dream, the hero returns from a hundred battles, makes great achievements, and then holds everything in front of the person he likes, and scolds Fang Xuan and says: Give, it's all yours!

However, after all, it can only be a dream.

He leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth slightly furrowed, and smiled softly like a big child. The weather after the snow was the most unbearable, and the wind swept the wormwood, and the ground was red.

The clouds were thick, the cold wind was hunting, and the ** snow on the ground was rolled up and fell on the just-completed Shuofang Palace.

The fighting in the east ceased for the time being, and the northern dogs were repulsed, and the warriors retreated to the pass, as if preparing for a rare New Year.

When I woke up early in the morning, all the shops on both sides of Wuxuan Street were closed. The long street is paved with fine yellow sand to prevent the palace chariots and horses from slipping, and from a distance, it is golden, like red gold paving. On both sides of the road, high gold-bottomed tents were erected, the civilians had retreated, the civil and military officials knelt on both sides, and the various honor guards slowly moved forward, and the formations were clear. For a time, the canopy carriages and horses were like clouds, and the brocade robe and cloud sleeves covered the sun and the sky.

Today is the day of Yanbei's winter hunting, and the old man with a good memory recalls the last winter hunt, which was twelve years ago.

Zhongqiu Xiyuan is the hunting place of the Yanbei kings of the past dynasties, located in the center of the Sunset Mountain Range, backed by the south peak, a white wilderness, the land is reddish, I don't know if it was originally this color, or soaked in blood.

Yan Xun sat on a high throne in a heavy mink coat, and the shadows in front of him were full of people, looking from afar in the wind and snow, like two black wings. Baiguan trembled and knelt under Wang Chen, his knees ached, but he didn't dare to look up, only Ah Jing quietly raised his face, but he couldn't see Yan Xun's face clearly.

"Master Zhuang."

A cold voice came from above, an old man in his fifties suddenly trembled, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, he slowly stood up, knelt in the center, and said in a respectful voice: "What does Your Majesty command?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I recently got a new interesting thing, and I want to invite Master Zhuang to enjoy it together."

Yan Xun's voice was clear with a hint of a smile, like a cunning and willful child expecting some kind of prank.

Lord Zhuang knelt on the ground, his fingers were white, and his eyebrows were tightly locked, but he still lowered his head and replied quietly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for thinking about the old minister." ”

Yan Xun smiled, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, waved his hand lazily, and said, "Bring it up." ”

There was a slow rustling sound, and a carriage entered, covered with black coarse cloth, and a faint sound could be heard. Everyone turned their heads strangely and looked at the carriage, and there was a dead silence in the field, forcing people to breathe.

Suddenly, there was a snap, and everyone in the silence was shocked, but it turned out that Yan Xun was sitting on the throne bored, hitting the golden seat with the handle of the whip.

Smack, smack, smack......

Everyone was silent, and no one dared to speak. A guard in his thirties walked up to the first carriage, then raised his hand and lifted the black cloth from the carriage with a bang.

"Wow!" The low exclamation was like a sea, and the splash of water rippled to the audience, and everyone's face was a little panicked, but no one dared to question it.

I saw that on the carriage, there was a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old young girls, all of whom were very beautiful, but in such a cold weather, they were leaning together without an inch, and their faces were pale, and their arms were tied.

Master Zhuang only glanced at it, and was stunned for a moment, even if the weather was so cold, beads of sweat the size of beans gradually rolled down his forehead.

Yan Xun's laughter sounded behind him, he seemed to be talking about ordinary remarks like eating and drinking, and said lightly: "Lord Zhuang is the cornerstone of Yanbei, and he has been kind to me for many years. ”

The cage on the carriage was opened, and the soldier rudely walked up and pushed the girls off the carriage with punches and kicks. They were all barefoot, and suddenly they stepped on the icy snow, stirring up a pink red.

"Run! Come on! The soldier threw off the whip and whipped it violently, and the blood-red whip marks suddenly cut through the flesh and skin, and were fiercely imprinted on the backs of those white as mutton fat, and a piercing scream rang out.

They were left unarmed, and could only hide the scars on their bodies indiscriminately, and staggered away.

The guards brought bows and arrows for Lord Zhuang, and Yan Xun faintly urged behind him: "Lord Zhuang, hurry." ”

Master Zhuang's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, he slowly took the arrow, slowly bent the bow, and his fingers trembled.

The girls staggered across the snow, their young bodies shining brightly in the sunlight. They seemed to sense the crisis, and they all turned around in a panic, and when they saw the figure of Master Zhuang holding an arrow, they were suddenly stunned.

Sou!

A sharp arrow shot out suddenly, but without a trace of strength, it only shot a short distance, and then fell weakly to the ground.

"Lord Zhuang, this doesn't look like your ability."

Yan Xun said slowly, his slender eyes were slightly raised, and he looked at Master Zhuang coldly, as if he wanted to see through his skin into his heart.

Master Zhuang stood in place, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say it after all, and his whole body was trembling slightly. An official below whispered: "I heard a few days ago that there was a group of palace maids in the palace who assassinated the emperor, are these these?" ”

"Cheng Yuan, since Master Zhuang is old, you will come."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your love."

The general, dressed in a green fur, stepped forward, and steadily set up his bow, only to hear a whoosh, and the arrow seemed to have eyes, and at once it was firmly nailed to the body of a girl who had run the farthest. A short scream rang out over the wilderness, and the girl's heart burst out with a large splash of blood, sprinkled on the white snow, bright red and blinding.

When the rest of the girls saw this, they were shocked, and a girl who had been kneeling and crying suddenly broke down and screamed, and staggered to the throne, shouting as she crawled, "Sir, save me!" Sir, help me! Mr. Zhuang, I am ...... Yes! ”

The piercing screams suddenly rang out, and a young girl not far from her suddenly jumped forward, grabbed her throat, and broke the neck of the crying girl with a mistake with both hands.

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