The night is getting darker. There was a cold moon on the horizon, and I was a little lonely.

These days, it is very prosperous and lively during the day. The marquis of Zhenguo, who returned to the world, officially met the thirteen-year-old puppet emperor with the courtesy of a courtier, which was solemn and solemn. Xiao Zhuo's generals and commanders gathered in the border city to discuss the preparations for the marriage of the two families, and they were happy. Today, in particular, is a grand and serious day.

Today, led by Fang Qingchen, tens of thousands of soldiers on both sides of Xiao Zhuo held a grand public sacrifice. Three sacrifices, countless cigarettes. Countless jars of wine were broken, and wine was spilled on the floor, mixed with blood cut from people's wrists.

With a blood oath, with the ambition of protecting the country and protecting the people, the two sides swore that they would never fight each other again.

After a long day of hustle and bustle, the night was particularly cold and depressed.

Zhao Wangchen couldn't sleep.

After tossing and turning for a long time, he finally rolled over, put on a piece of clothing, and pushed the door out.

Wandering slowly, without purpose. The not-so-bright moonlight stretched his unusually thin and faint figure very long.

Because he was Fang Qingchen's disciple, his residence was arranged behind Fang Qingchen's hospital. The two courtyards were connected to each other, and through the separated courtyard gates, as soon as he walked into the front yard, he saw Fang Qingchen.

This is a very beautiful and secluded courtyard. Fang Qingchen didn't like to be disturbed, so there was not half a soldier on duty.

There are several big trees in the courtyard, and under the blurred moonlight, it is impossible to see the shone and broken trees, and the fallen leaves or flowers fall with the wind. There is also a faint nameless fragrance that spreads with the wind.

Fang Qingchen sat on the ground with his back against the tree, with a pot of wine in his hand.

Maybe it's because the night is too quiet. Maybe it's because the moonlight is too soft. When Zhao Wangchen stepped through Qiong Yao in the courtyard, he was in a trance, watching those fine flowers and leaves quietly fall on the bottom of that person's hair and shoulders, and when he turned up his side, he actually felt that he had incarnated a legendary master, with extremely sad eyes.

At that moment, the boy was confused. He actually seemed to have an illusion that Fang Qingchen was always radiant and sun-like on the ground. It was so dim that it was impossible to see the light.

However, only for a moment. After a moment, the man stood up calmly and reluctantly fell from him. He raised his eyebrows, and with a faint smile, he was everything. All into illusions.

"You're not sleeping at such a late hour?"

Zhao Wangchen looked at him quietly. After a while, he replied, "You didn't sleep either!" ”

Fang Qingchen still smiled: "Today is the death day of Chenfei. ”

Zhao Wangchen was silent.

Xu Chenfei, the deputy marshal of Fang Qingchen when he was punctual in Border Town. After the news of Fang Qingchen's death came out, it was he who tried his best to suppress the dissent of the riots in the army and insisted on continuing to guard the border pass. It was he who was in the midst of the chaos of the army. Gritted his teeth and stopped the Qin army's several attacks in a month.

And then...... Qin Xufei led the army to retreat. Feign giving up. When a strong enemy goes, internal strife arises. There are factional disputes among the generals, and the kings of Fan are in turmoil all over the country. The heroes and powers in various places have become self-reliant, Xu Chenfei has to stay in the army, and he has to return to the army to quell the chaos, he has to deal with the many requests of the imperial court, and he has to calm the anger of the generals, and he has watched the army fall apart, this man who has spent the most precious twenty years of his life to protect the country, in the end, he was on the battlefield of internal strife, and he was hit by a stray arrow, and died in the hands of the people of Chu on his own land.

No one knew which bow the arrow was shot from, and the other side of the melee had already been swept away by Fang Qingchen's old troops.

Can all the soldiers be put to death for revenge? Even if they could, the dead would not be happy and could not be brought back to life.

"I see. Therefore, you will hold a public memorial for the old people in the army today. ”

"Public sacrifice?" Fang Qingchen's smile was a little cold. "It's just a coincidence. Sacrifice is just a formality. for the living, not the dead. ”

"Don't you really mourn?"

"Who's to say it's not sincere?" Fang Qingchen frowned, and his voice was indifferent: "Those who died are our old people." It's just that this festival, to put it bluntly, is not for them. ”

Zhao Wangchen watched Fang Qingchen raise the wine jug, saluted the air from afar, flipped his wrist, and poured the remaining half pot of wine on the ground.

Perhaps, for Xu Chenfei under the Nine Springs, he would rather only have half a pot of wine that only two people can see in this quiet night. However, the people of the world who are alive want to land is a real peaceful time. They needed tens of thousands of people for their great blood sacrifice.

"You, you can end the war, so that the people don't have to flee anymore, if they know that you are back......" In the quiet night, the young man's confidence was so firm that it seemed fragile.

Fang Qingchen lowered his head, watched the wine seep into the land, and quietly got drunk and fell into the flowers: "Yes, but it may take a long time." ”

"How is that possible? You're so strong......"

Fang Qingchen smiled: "Forget the dust, my enemy is just as strong." He is heroic and decisive, knows the art of war, is good at riding and shooting, and is also loved by soldiers, and his warriors can also fight well and have extraordinary courage. I'm not a god. ”

Zhao Wangchen was a little dazed.

"Can't you hurry up? How long do you want us to wait? "Such a question, belt

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It's not that I don't know that the person in front of me is only two shoulders, and he can't bear the whole world. But...... Indeed, the hope of all is in him. If you really struggle to survive at the bottom, you will understand what war means. Such suffering, even if it is delayed for another day, is how cruel it is.

Fang Qingchen just smiled bitterly. yes, how much longer?

At the pledge meeting, he naturally portrayed victory as close at hand and within reach. It is necessary to arouse the fighting spirit and fighting spirit of the masses, but these incendiary words cannot be concealed from those who are smart enough.

No matter what war is for, war is always cruel. These days, he has watched familiar faces return to his side, but what he silently counted in his heart were missing faces.

His old ministry is only half left. The rest of the men, who called his name in the wind and rain, and knelt down to him with great sincerity, could also leave forever in the next war at any time.

The god of war? He is the god of war and the god of killing! He is the one who orders his subordinates to charge, and he is the one who can't protect his subordinates from harm! A stray arrow that comes from nowhere has the potential to kill the bravest general.

He could have done more. In the face of this hell on earth, he restrained his minions and pretended to be a mortal. For fairness? For the rule? To put it bluntly, it's not to protect himself.

Looking at his gradually dimming expression, Zhao Wangchen suddenly asked, "Do you care about your old department?" ”

Fang Qingchen couldn't answer.

"You said that you can not remember the name of the enemy commander, but you will not forget the name of your subordinates, do you really remember every soldier who died for the country and the people?"

Fang Qingchen quietly raised his head under the moon, his eyes calm and deep.

Zhao Wangchen didn't know why this sudden surge of blood came, maybe it was because this usually god-like man looked too erratic, and those secrets that were deeply pressed in his heart could no longer be hidden after all.

Do you remember Xu Chenfei, then, do you remember that very stupid general, his name is Zhao Yonglie.

In order to be upset for his coach, he secretly followed the coach back to Beijing, but he didn't find out that his coach was transferred in the middle of the night, and he was left as a stand-in.

Because he saw the commander commit suicide, he angrily rebuked the monarch, and then killed himself with a sword, but he didn't know that it was not the person who died at all who was willing to give his life.

Many years later, that great hero, that great loyal, returned. The whole world cheered for him!

Then, do you know him, do you know that he is stupid enough to kill himself for you in the Golden Palace for the sake of a nameless dead man of the Demon Sect.

He died for you, you lived, and he was forgotten!

He died for you, and you came back, but you never spoke of him.

Do you know that the day of his death is the same day as yours?

Fang Qingchen, do you remember him.

There was also a dark, unspeakable question, ghostly hovering in his heart.

You...... You're so strong...... Back then, were you really helpless, were you really helpless......

Those words were almost blurted out, but Fang Qingchen said lightly at this time: "I'm bored, I'll go out for a walk with me." ”

Zhao Wangchen was stunned for a moment, and he hadn't come back to his senses yet, but he saw the lonely white under the moon, and he swept away, and he had already arrived outside the courtyard gate, and turned around with his hand: "Keep up." ”

Zhao Wangchen was stunned, gritted his teeth, and followed.

At first, he wanted to catch up and stop him from asking the question that he had been struggling with for too long. However, after leaving the compound, there were sergeants stationed everywhere. Because the marriage of Xiao Xiaoyue and Zhuo Ziyun will be held in the city recently, the leaders of Xiao Zhuo's two armies gathered, and the guards were naturally very tight, and there were sergeants everywhere to patrol the night.

Although he saw him and Fang Qingchen, absolutely no one dared to stop him, but in the quiet night, he silently raised his sword to salute Shi, but with others, Zhao Wangchen couldn't find a chance to say it several times, and the inexplicable heat in his heart gradually subsided.

He only quietly followed Fang Qingchen forward. Turn the corridor, walk through the garden, and go out of the palace. Slowly walk up the long silent street. At the very moment, there is a curfew in the city, and there are no half pedestrians on the street, only their footsteps, one after another, and it seems that the street is becoming more and more quiet in the middle of the night.

Occasionally, soldiers on night patrol would pass by, and when they saw Fang Qingchen, they would give way and salute, and the cheers of salute were so far away that they seemed to belong to another world.

Because at this moment, the boy just felt that the person who was moving forward was surprisingly lonely. In his confusion, he forgot his identity and legend.