Author's note: I would like to wish Yi Yi An a happy birthday in this article!

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"Qingchen, you have been a general for a hundred years, I have been an emperor for a hundred years, we have always been together, okay?"

In the bright sunshine, the young man's face turned red with excitement, and it seemed that there were more and more expectations, more and more promises, to pour out to the man in front of him.

However, Fang Qingchen just chuckled and stretched out his hand, slowly covering Chu Ruohong's mouth: "Ruohong, if you have it, it's good to understand it in your heart, but if you say it, it won't work." ”

His voice was soft and warm, but at this time in the height of summer, it still did not know why, with a subtle trembling.

If you say it, won't it work?

Fang Qingchen smiled softly, but in the depths of his originally bright eyes, he suddenly turned into a gloomy one.

In a trance, the past that he thought he had forgotten a long time ago came to his mind when he was caught off guard, with a trace of desolation and coldness in the depths of his memory.

In the memory, the little girl curled up in his arms, lifted the little face with pear blossoms and rain, and asked him helplessly: "Brother Qingchen, I will never leave you for the rest of my life, and you will not leave me for the rest of your life, okay?" ”

In the memory, the woman who was only willing to put down her majesty and arrogance in front of him held his hands, her eyes were firm and sincere: "Qingchen, for you, I can give up everything in the world, my heart, do you understand?" ”

In the memory, the heroic man who has been with him countless times and has lived and died together countless times, with an undoubted expression, smiled: "Qingchen, such a world, I share it with you!" ”

Each time, he believed without reservation and without doubt, but every time, those oaths that he once thought would be as strong as iron were crushed in the end, and they were crushed to the point of betrayal, only trauma, and only bloody ends.

And now, he didn't dare to let Chu Ruohong say it again, whether it was because he was afraid that it would not work, or because he was scarred and no longer had the courage to take the risk of believing it.

It's just that......

Looking at the inorganic smile of the young man in his arms, why did the long-lost warmth permeate his whole body silently again.

I can't help but believe it.

Besides, it doesn't matter if you believe it again.

His eyebrows splattered with pride and flying looks, but for some reason, there was still a faint loneliness and gloom.

In this life, he no longer minds being wronged, he no longer expects the only one, and he doesn't even care if he can get true affection, all his wishes, all his requirements, are just to protect him, protect him, for a lifetime, and never lose each other.

With his own ability and intelligence, if he just wants to protect him to the end of his life, it will not be difficult to think about it.

This time, it can probably really be consummated, no more disappointment, no more pain.

In the scorching sun, in the warm breeze, by the willows by the lake, he looked down at the young man in his arms, and the corners of his mouth bloomed with an incomparably gentle smile little by little, and he was drunk.

Fang Qingchen didn't speak, and Chu Ruohong didn't speak again, just leaned obediently on Fang Qingchen's chest, quietly feeling the majesty of that person. There was suddenly only silence in this garden, and even the few summer cicadas that were scattered had been quietly silenced, as if they couldn't bear to disturb the peace of this moment.

Except for the slowly falling leaves on the sycamore tree in the distance, which made an inaudible "fluttering" sound when it landed.

Autumn is coming.

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On the official road of Yanjing, the three people and three horsemen were slowly riding their horses, heading in the direction of the imperial city.

One of them, the clothes and ornaments are not gorgeous, but the materials are all high-grade brocade, he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and there is a faint hint of a young man's sharpness between his eyebrows, but more is gloomy and cold that does not match his age, it is the Great Yan Emperor who has not yet been in power, Yan Rin.

There are two people on his left and right, one is about the same age as him, with gentle eyebrows, and the other is in his thirties, tall and cold, but he is Shi Jingyuan, the son of the king of Beijing, and the president of the imperial guard to receive the title of Changqing.

Today's visit to the people's situation, the harvest is very rich, Yan Rin's usually tense face can't help but reveal a little smile, he raised his eyes forward, was about to speed up the pace, but saw the smoke and dust on the road ahead, but a group of fast horses were galloping.

The first person was in front of him in an instant, and he saw that the man was in a red robe with a carved bow, a fresh coat and an angry horse, and his handsome face was only arrogant and majestic. When his gaze swept over Yan Rin, his eyes condensed slightly, and a trace of astonishment appeared on his face, but he only smiled at Yan Rin and nodded, then whipped his prancing horse and walked away.

Surprisingly, it is Zuo Rongqian.

The servants behind him are just the subordinates of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Yan Rin usually lives in a simple place, and where can they see it, so at this time, he didn't know what was wrong, and he followed Rong Qian without even looking at it, and the dust stirred up by Ren splashed the three of them.

Seeing Rong Qian so rude, Shi Jingyuan couldn't help but feel a little angry on his face, Feng Changqing frowned, but there was a little inexplicable sadness on his face, but Yan Rin's expression remained unchanged, but he rode forward silently, but the eyes that were originally slightly joyful were so cold and deep that there was no end in sight.

The moment he passed by, the look on Rong Qian's face had dimmed silently.

In that eyelash, the young man's eyes were painful or resentful, and he no longer had the strength to distinguish them.

I owe him a lot over the years.

I want him to become an adult, and I want him to one day reign in the world and leave a name in history, so I gently let go, walk away gently, and leave him alone in the boundless darkness and cruelty, boundless loneliness and loneliness, but I intentionally or unintentionally ignore that such coldness, such loneliness, will it swallow up the little warmth and light left in the child's life.

knows that he refuses to admit defeat, knows that he is getting stronger and stronger, so he will always look at each other coldly, never face it, obliterate his efforts again and again, trample on his dignity again and again, but deliberately forget that he is not an unconscious iron man, only knows how to move forward, only knows how to be strong, he is still a child, he will also hurt, he will also hurt, he will fall, he will want to rely on, he wants to support.

always said to himself that when he became a master of the ages one day, all this effort would be worth it. However, at this moment, when he saw the face of the young man who had already put on his mask and was covered with frost prematurely, and the unforeseen pain in his heart, he suddenly realized that such a sacrifice, such a price, would not be too painful and too heavy.

I can't tell whether he is remorse or guilt in his heart, but at this moment, he just wants to look back and look at his child, the child who is still immature, but has to hold up his shoulders in the face of the greatest humiliation.

Yes, it was his child, the one for whom he was willing to give everything but still felt that he had not done enough and owed too much.

So, he looked back and looked at the purple clothes on the white horse.

Yan Rin rode forward slowly, and in the deepest part of that deep eye, there was only confusion and confusion.

At this moment, it is anger, humiliation, or frustration, but the deepest part of my heart is still just unwilling.

Knowing that the military power of the capital has gradually been collected in his hands, knowing that the final victory will come, and knowing that everything that happened today is meaningless, but the deep sense of powerlessness makes him uncontrollable and overturns him until he is submerged and suffocated.

After so many years, so much effort, and so much effort, why still can't I get it, even if it's just a face-up.

Many years ago, the warm embrace of that person has long since passed away like a cloud of smoke, and it is impossible to find it, even the treasure in the memory, now it seems that it is only cold and cruel.

Just for this obsession, he rose up as a child, struggled, struggled, and paid countless efforts and efforts. However, today, when the military power comes to the fingers little by little, when the power is collected in the hands little by little, why is it that the heart is not satisfied, not excited, and still powerless to be like the child who had nothing many years ago.

After so many years of pursuit, so many years of bitterness, what are you for, and what are you getting.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but want to turn back and chase the figure he would never be able to catch. But even he couldn't tell whether he wanted to burn that person's back and bitter hatred in his heart, or just for that trace of affection and nostalgia that he never wanted to admit.

So, he looked back at the red robe in the smoke and dust.

Looking back, the two looked at each other, but only for a moment, they staggered again.

He is Rong Qian, the minister of the first emperor, how can he reveal his thoughts in front of that person.

He is Yan Rin, the future master of Dayan, how can he reveal his weakness in front of that person.

The thousand words in that gaze turned into silence between these mistakes.

At that moment, the eyelashes were too short and too short, so short that no one could read the other party's mind, and the people who were immediately rushed to their own paths and never looked back.

In the spring of the fifth year of Hongjing, Rong Qian went out of the city to hunt and deceived the king.

At this time, there is still a year left before the coup d'état of the Great Yan Kingdom that shook the world.

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Whenever Wen Suyi saw Di Jiu and Fu Hanqing alone, she couldn't help but hold her breath, and then stood in the distance, silently watching.

Although she was still afraid of her former master, and although she was always cast a hideous and cold look every time Di Jiu found out, she still couldn't help but stop and stare at the picture in front of her that was enough to shake her whole heart.

The place where the two of them are is always extremely secluded, Fu Hanqing is unconscious, so naturally he can't make a sound, and Di Jiu always purses his lips tightly and doesn't make a sound, so every time he passes, all Wen Suyi can hear is the breathing sound of the two of them, one light and one heavy, as if they should be in harmony.

But in this silence, Wen Suyi clearly felt that in the man who was always as cold as ice, there was a silent cry one after another, with despair and grief that seemed to tear apart life, surging wave after wave like the remnants of the sea, drowning her and suffocating her.

That despair, that grief and indignation, I don't know where it came from. Every time she gazed at the man's countenance, she could only see the calm and coldness of the frozen lake, the desolate cry, as if it had nothing to do with the man in front of her who was never moving, and yet it poured out of him so endlessly, as if it would never stop, as if it would be until the end of his life.

But Wen Suyi knew that this was not her delusion.

Every last moment when she slowly withdrew her gaze from Di Jiu, she who had been trained as a secret agent, could always clearly see that the person's forever closed lips would tremble slightly as if muttering, that person's forever tight face would show a sad and powerless look, and that person's forever unwavering eyes would have intense and sad emotions, like a flood that burst the embankment, pouring out.

However, even at the moment when he had completely released himself, even if his face and gaze had been completely occupied by pain, his brow still refused to wrinkle, even if it was only for a moment. Even when the muscles between his eyebrows had begun to twitch slightly because of the long-term tightness, his brow was still tenacious, almost stubborn, stretched to the extreme.

Even if he falls, even if he suffers, even if he is dying, his pride will still not allow anyone to spy on his weakness and helplessness, even if that person is only himself.

Even though she didn't have much contact with her former master, Wen Suyi still knew his temperament very well. That man's pride was unbreakable, like sharp ice and cold steel, piercing out of every corner of his body, and clearly showing it to people, unbending and unshakable.

So obviously it was hurt to the extreme, the pain was to the extreme, and it was clear that the unspeakable call was staggered in his heart, and his already sick and fragmented body was slowly crushed into ashes, but he still refused to bend his proud body and go to the man he had been waiting for, calling even a sound.

Looking at Di Jiu's confused eyes, Wen Suyi couldn't help but feel a little in a trance, if he could really be sincere, the golden stone was open, if as long as he was willing to call, as long as he was willing to work hard, he could make Fu Hanqing wake up, that man who was as arrogant as a wolf, would he be willing to let go of his pride and try to wake up that beloved person.

But she also knows that there will never be an answer to this question.

Some things cannot be remedied if they are wrong, and some people cannot be reversed if they are lost. Even if he can let go of his pride, does he still have a position and qualifications to awaken the person he loves deeply, but he bears it even more.

Therefore, the only thing he could do was to wait in this cold silence until his dying life, in the last gaze, burned to ashes.

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No flowers, no wine, no crowds, no wishes for victory. In the sudden wind, there was only a thin horse and the woman who was quietly sending each other.

Lu Dongli led the horse and walked silently on the official road, looking at his wife beside him from time to time, his eyes oozing a little sad and a little guilty.

His wife, since marrying him Lu Dongli, has never had a good life.

He never gave her fine clothes and food, never gave her glory and wealth, although he was uneasy in his heart, but he always understood that she never really cared about these flashies. However, as a husband, he never even gave the most basic tenderness and care, and told him how not to be sad, how not to feel guilty, and how not to blame himself for being a man in vain.

In addition to the loneliness of the day and the empty room every night, what else can he, the husband, bring to his wife.

His wife, his grace, is the most virtuous and gentle woman in the world, no matter how much she is negative to her, she will always treat herself with the same tenderness, the same consideration, hiding all the sorrow and loneliness under that warm smile, not wanting him to know, not wanting him to worry. However, every time, when he saw the loneliness and resentment that he tried his best to hide but still inadvertently revealed in his wife's smile, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, and was shocked that the debt would be more than he imagined.

If it is an ordinary person, it may still think that when he returns to his hometown in the future, there will always be a chance to compensate, and there will always be a way to make up for it, but Lu Dongli doesn't even want to think about such a thought, and he doesn't dare to think about it.

Above the sea, the turmoil is unpredictable, and since he has chosen to climb higher and shine farther, he naturally understands that the road in front of him will only be more difficult. Every time he thought that his decision might cause his wife a greater disaster, how could he have the courage to think about it again.

He couldn't give her the present, not even a slim hope for the future, he couldn't promise.

However, at this moment, when he walked towards the desolate border pass, the blood-stained battlefield, and the unpredictable road of life and death, he still couldn't help but think about what he would leave behind for his wife when he went thousands of miles.

In the future, she was alone, without her husband's love, without the care of her relatives, and even lost the figure that she used to be, even if she couldn't give her warmth, but at least she could still stare at the figure waiting, how could she overcome the deep loneliness. Empty bed in autumn?

In the future, she is thousands of miles away from herself, empty memories and can not look at each other, summer and winter, it is inevitable to affect the intestines, cold and summer, when the sword soldiers rise, it is inevitable to sleep and worry, so day and day, night and night, if he has a reunion period, will it have lost jade muscle, lost weight Zhu Yan?

In the future, if she finally returns from the horse leather shroud, she leans on the door every day, but what she is waiting for is a thin coffin, a lonely grave, and how can the woman who has long been hollowed out by the loneliness of her mind bear it, how can she support it?

Wanzhen, Wanzhen, how fortunate I am to have you as my wife, but how cold I am, I will end up bearing you like this!

Lu Dongli looked at Su Wanzhen, as if there were thousands of words of guilt and pain in his heart, and he was about to pour out, but after all, he was just silent.

This was the only thing he could do for his wife.

She wanted him to rejoice, so no matter how much pain in his heart, he could only smile calmly in front of her; She wanted him to feel at ease, so no matter how much worry or worry he had in his heart, he could only pretend that he didn't know; She doesn't want to be a burden to him and his concern, so no matter how much regret he wants to confide in, how much he is reluctant to tell, he can only bury all his feelings in his heart and lock them into his heart.

Her heart, her affection, he was powerless to reciprocate, but at least, he could not live up to it.

So at this moment, he could only walk silently to the distant place of the autumn breeze, letting the blood-like sorrow stain his heart, and still not saying a word, not making a sound.

Su Wanzhen walked quietly beside Lu Dongxuan, looking at her husband's eyes, vaguely revealing a little melancholy and a little sadness.

How long will this farewell be until what year and month will there be a reunion?

In his heart, he is naturally not resentful, just like in the past, when he was busy with official business and snubbed himself every night, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart.

However, no matter how complaining and annoying, in her heart, she still has no regrets.

In this life, she has never regretted marrying Lu Dongli. She will only be glad that she was born in the Su family, born as Su Wanzhen, and was able to marry into the Lu family and become Lu Dongli's wife.

Looking at the harmony of others, she couldn't help but envy in her heart, and then looked at the husband who could never spare enough spare time to accompany her, she would feel a little disappointed in her heart, but she understood more that only such Lu Dongli was a lover worthy of her waiting night and night, and a husband she was willing to love for the rest of her life.

His eyes will only shine when he is working for state affairs, and his look will only shine when he is running for the people. Only the man who is always worried about his family and country, and who is always in love with Li Min, is her pride and can make her intoxicated, if the color of the country between his eyebrows is only rouge and pink, and the ambition of his family and country is only red dust, how can such a vulgar man be worthy of being her Su Wanzhen's husband.

Since she chose to love such a person, she naturally chose to bear it for him, and in her heart, where can she still tolerate the word "regret".

Since he doesn't regret it, he naturally won't stop him, and he doesn't want to embarrass him and worry him.

He is Lu Dongli, and she is his wife. He naturally has her in his heart, but he also has his country, his people, and his confidants. And in her, he is the sky, the earth, everything, and now that he is going away, he is going to be in danger, so he naturally wants to be his strongest backing

She can't shelter him from the wind and rain, so at least let him have less scruples in the face of wind and rain; She can't go into battle for him to kill the enemy, so at least let him have a little less worry when facing the enemy.

As a wife, there was only so much he could do for his beloved husband.

So at this moment, she just quietly accompanied her husband, accompanied him through the last stretch of the road before parting, and hid thousands of words in her heart.

I don't want him to be sad, so I don't want to tell him that I have a grudge and a loneliness; I don't want him to worry, so I don't want to tell him about my weakness and my sadness; I didn't want him to hesitate, so I didn't want to tell him that I already had his child in my womb.

Therefore, she could only be silent, lest as soon as she opened her mouth, she could not help but reveal the sorrow in her heart; She could only smile, but as soon as she relaxed, she couldn't help but show a reluctant look.

This way to send each other, it is actually a wordless look all the way.

When the two arrived at the city gate, seeing that they couldn't send it anymore, Lu Dongli turned around. However, looking at Su Wanzhen's gentle smile, the sound of "cherished" became extremely heavy for a while, but it was blocked in her throat and she couldn't speak for a long time.

However, Su Wanzhen stared at him for a moment, then suddenly lowered her head urgently, shook his hand, and said softly: "Dongli, take care." ”

That admonition seemed to be mixed with too much, and it was vaguely difficult to distinguish, but Lu Dongli heard it clearly. He looked at his wife's head, which he never dared to raise again, and his heart was sour, but in the end he just shook his wife's hand tightly, then turned around, got on the horse, and walked away, never looking back.

It wasn't until the horse was out of the way that he suddenly raised his head, and let the bitter call drown out to the sound of the horse's hooves like a sigh.

"Wanzhen, cherish."