The dazzling light of the day shines on this sky, bringing hope and fire here.

In the spring, the sun was shining, and LaCrosse was dressed in men's clothes, and he went directly to Zhu Yueshan next to Yecheng.

Along the way, the smile on the corner of LaCrosse's mouth never dissipated, but the confusion and hesitation in those deep eyes always lingered.

In fact, LaCrosse doesn't want to increase his workload, but there is no way, if he wants to make a cream to repair old scars, he must have a medicinal primer - prunella vulgaris, and this kind of medicinal material is impossible for ordinary pharmacies.

Therefore, after looking at the map yesterday, LaCrosse planned to go to the Wuque Mountain around Yecheng to have a look, and according to the climate there, there is a chance that you can find it.

After about an hour of advancement, LaCrosse finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a small temple far away from the city, this City God Temple, if nothing else, is the only way to enter the mountain, fortunately, this time, the road is right.

Jun Yue looked at the wisps of smoke and low sobs coming out of the small temple that looked like it was ruined with some curiosity, and was about to leave directly, but for some reason, she always felt that there was a truth here that she had to know.

What caught her eye was a gray-haired old woman kowtowing to the statue of the god who had broken her fortune, and next to her was a young woman kneeling, holding a child who was still crying.

At that moment, LaCrosse put away the playful expression on his face, stepped forward uncontrollably, and his heart suddenly tingled, as if he had seen the time when he was in Jun's house, the difference was that she had spent the happiest days at that time, but now, what she saw was a different scene.

The fire slowly ignited in the old woman's hand, the paper money was thrown in the small brazier, and quickly returned to silence, the old woman continued to kowtow, and began to pray in her mouth, faintly, LaCrosse heard the voice with pain and despair.

"God bless, you must bless my son's return!"

"Bless my husband with a safe return!"

This pair of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law kowtowed reverently, pinning their last hope on the ethereal god, looking forward to the return of their dearest people.

Jun Yue watched quietly, without bothering him, until the child began to cry loudly, the old woman slowly got up with the support of the young woman, and said sadly: "Shufen, let's go back!"

"Good. Just one word, it seemed to have exhausted all the strength of the young woman, she turned around, her young face was full of sadness, she lowered her head, wanting to coax the child who was still crying, and at that moment, when she saw the indifferent but wearing gorgeous clothes, her body suddenly began to tremble: "My lord, please don't say that we worship privately and are still far away in this abandoned city god temple, it is really a helpless move, please have mercy on our orphans and widows!"

"My lord, we are really too poor to afford tribute, so we can only worship in this small city god temple, praying that our son on the battlefield can return safely, please forgive me. The old woman's body was paralyzed, and although she was holding the young woman's arm, she still had to kneel.

At that moment, LaCrosse's calm eyes were finally no longer calm, she suddenly made a move, held the old woman who was about to fall in her arm, and comforted: "You don't have to be afraid, I have no intention of exposing and hurting you." ”

It's just that at that moment, Lacrosse's heart crossed with sadness for no reason.

If even praying for the return of loved ones is limited by poverty and status, then what will be left of this world?

"Thank you, thank you! Thank you so much! Your Excellency, you know that Ye Cheng can only worship in the designated place, so—so—" The young woman bent down in her arms and thanked her.

And the old woman was finally able to stand firmly, and said gratefully: "Thank you, my lord, life is compelling, we have to wait early in the morning-"

Before she could say a little, the old woman suddenly paused, and her muddy tears suddenly fell, faintly making her cry silently: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my lord, you are not to blame for today's events, we will leave first!"

"Wait!" LaCrosse stopped the old woman who was about to turn around and was on crutches, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The young woman coaxed the child one by one, and was about to help the old woman away, when she suddenly heard Jun Yue's words, turned around, looked at the sincere Jun Yue in disbelief, and trembled: "My lord, you, are you really willing to listen to the pain of us lowly people?"

"Yes, I do. "Lacrosse's heart throbbed inch by inch, she has always lived in modern society, and she has seen the lives of poor people, but in ancient times, in such a slave society, it was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes.

The woman in front of her, dressed in tatters and like a frightened bird, lived carefully under this cruel system, suffered from war, and all she could do was secretly burn paper to worship such gods who did not know whether they existed, and pinned a glimmer of hope on what they longed for.

At this moment, whether it is Yue Xian or LaCrosse, they are all touched!

For a moment, LaCrosse seemed to understand what Yue Xian was struggling to insist on, responsibility, and the whole world!

She became the god of war not only because of that love, but also because the people of Dayong no longer suffer from war, no longer leave their homeland, and no longer have their wives separated......

LaCrosse sighed, the excuse he had been using freedom and frivolity to escape seemed to be no longer effective.

From the bottom of her heart, she still can't bear to leave behind these people who once belonged to her body, the monarch is unknown, but the bitter ones have always been the people.

Thinking of everything in the slave cage the night before, Jun Yue's heart became heavier and heavier, and she couldn't breathe.

It turned out that her heart had already contained too many things, and she couldn't give it up and couldn't give it up......

"My lord, my lord, is it true that the god of war was killed in a conspiracy to rebel? Now it is rumored outside, and I am afraid that he who could have gone home will be killed because of the departure of the god of war-" Speaking of this, the young woman suddenly began to sobble lowly, she didn't even know if the person in front of her was worth believing, just like a person who has been drowning forever, has been silent in the shadow of death, that little straw, even if she knows that it is useless, she wants to struggle hard.

"If the god of war of Dayong leaves, then how much chance of survival should my hard-working son lose on the battlefield?" The old woman couldn't help crying, tears slid down the folded skin, and seeped into the ravine, "Originally, after the defeat of Beihan, I could return to the court, but now that the god of war is dead, I don't understand anything as a woman, but I know that he is very likely to never come back, all, we want to pray to God to bless my hard-working son and leave the only male for the entire Zhen family." In my old woman's life, because of years of war and servitude, she lost her father at a young age, she lost her father in middle age, and now she is old, and she has only one son, and no matter what, I want him to live on the battlefield and come down-"

Jun Yue closed her eyes slightly, not knowing who to lament for, at that moment, she suddenly thought of two lines of poetry.

"There is no one in the room, only the grandchildren.

There is a grandmother who has not gone, and there is no end to the skirt. ”（1）

If only women are left in the whole of Dayong in the end, then what is the point of war?

At that moment, LaCrosse tortured himself in his heart whether he really didn't regret abandoning the responsibility on his shoulders with this body.

And as a result, there is silence.

Yes, she began to waver, and began to ponder, where to go?

But in the end, LaCrosse could only open his eyes slightly, took out the gold baht from his sleeve, put it in the palm of the old woman's hand without refusal, and sighed in a deep voice: "This is the only thing I can do for you, no matter how difficult it is, please persevere, don't tell anyone about today's things." Because—"

"No, no, my lord, I don't dare to ask for your money, we are just the lowest people, we can't afford this money!" the old woman pushed in fear.

"Because the God of War will come back!" Jun Yue said the unfinished words, as if he had made the most hesitant decision in his heart, and then he couldn't bear to stay there, his figure flashed slightly, and he left quickly.

"Mother, do you say, have we met a nobleman?" the young woman looked at the bag of heavy gold baht that had been placed in the old woman's hand, and was delighted and puzzled.

"Shufen, what did he say at the end, what did he say at the end?" the old woman exclaimed, recalling Jun Yue's last words before leaving.

"The god of war will come back, will come back!" the young woman repeated twice, and suddenly said in ecstasy, even though she was unbelievable, she still held the old woman tightly, "Mother, you say, is it true that the god of war is not dead?"

"Not dead, not dead? yes, God, God can't die easily! There will be hope, there will be hope!" The old woman turned suddenly, staggered two steps, and bowed to the ruined idol in thanks.

What they didn't know was that their unexpected encounter with Junyue saved the entire people of Dayong and brought earth-shaking changes to this dynasty.

Because, after witnessing the misery of the war, the woman like the wind wanted to do something, wanted the war to be no longer chaotic, and wanted to become a chess player.

Because, when everything is destroyed, no matter how great she is, she will be swallowed up by the frenzy of history!

In troubled times since ancient times, who can really be alone?

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1: Selected from Du Fu's "Stone Trench Officials" and "Stone Trench Officials" is an outstanding realist narrative poem, writing the story of the officials who went to the stone trench village to catch people and recruit soldiers at night, and even the old women who were old and weak were arrested and served, exposing the brutality of the officials and the darkness of the military service system, and expressing deep sympathy for the suffering of the people in the Anshi Rebellion.

2: I haven't found out how to see my author on the app has something to say, here to say, the selected verses may not be very good, everyone bear with me. It was a bit floating in the early stage, and now it may be a little difficult to suddenly let Jun Shao change his mind, and I have also conceived a lot, such as letting Qianji deliberately let Jun Yue see the misery, or the people Jun Yue met died because of this cruel system after she left, but all of them were overthrown, the plot was arbitrary, and it changed as she wrote. This clip was suddenly thought of before I wrote it, and I felt that maybe LaCrosse didn't need a shocking scene, she just needed an opportunity, a tragedy that saw the big from the small, so it might be a little too easy to change, a little regrettable, but I also think it's okay. If you see the little cutie of the book, if you have better suggestions or plots, please come to the comment area to tease, oh oh, you will answer!