Chun Yuhan, who was supposed to go directly to the Zhenguo Mansion, went back to the Prison Mansion first.

Chun Yuhan entered the door, and Yu Nian sat on the porch waiting for him as usual.

Seeing that Chun Yuhan was safe and sound, Yu Nian jumped down from the railing and threw himself into his arms like a gust of wind.

All the floating uncertainties, the moment they saw Chun Yuhan, all took root.

Chun Yuhan hugged her tightly, neither of them spoke, and hugged each other quietly.

It's all in plain sight.

The fine snowflakes slowly fell, and Canghai sent an invitation from Zhenguo Gong.

Meet in the Han and the place in the east of the city, the former General Han's mansion.

Chun Yu was cold and handed over another errand to Canghai.

"You ask Haiyan to deliver a letter to the guest, just say goodbye, no need to see each other again. If they still want to live, they will get out of Kyoto as soon as I don't regret it. ”

……

The white and flawless snow is falling one after another.

The buildings under the cover of the falling snow make General Han's mansion look less dilapidated.

Dressed in battle armor, Zhenguo Gong sat cross-legged in the atrium, with a pot of wine warm on the small stove on the table.

Seeing the dark figure appear at the door, Zhen Guogong opened his mouth first.

"I know that even if I don't invite you to come, you'll come to me sooner or later."

Zhen Guogong took out a dark bag containing half of the tiger talisman he was about to hand over.

"Your set of Han family guns is very good."

It was so good that he recognized him as the Han family at a glance.

Chun Yuhan evoked the fear buried deep in his heart, and for more than 20 years, Zhen Guogong could not forget the scene of the Han family's beheading.

"It's you."

On the way here, Chun Yuhan looked through the file, and the only loophole was in Zhen Guogong, the emperor wanted to borrow Chun Yuhan's hands to cook, his henchmen.

It is a good hand of chess.

"Yes."

Zhen Guogong's somewhat old eyes were raised, and he told Chun Yuhan about the past.

He was jealous of Han Mingyang, who always pressed him, and he was blinded by jealousy, so he intercepted the military report to Han Mingyang.

Replaced the retreat with holding out for a month.

He just wanted to delay his return, but he didn't expect Han Mingyang's temperament to be so stubborn, and he still chose to defend when he knew that not retreating would be a dead end.

I'd rather die than be a deserter.

After Han Mingyang's death, he got his wish, but there was not a day that did not live in the nightmare of repentance.

"I prepared it for you, this is your father's spear, and it is my luck to die under the Han family's gun in the end."

The cold wind howled, rolling up a layer of frost and snow and falling on Chun Yuhan's shoulder, and the hand holding the body of the gun slowly tightened.

The enemy was in front of him at this moment, and he was killed by the neck, without even struggling.

Everything in the past and today was chaotic in Chun Yuhan's mind, and he could kill him directly, as easily as a snap.

But killing him alone can't withstand the life of the Han family's army, and it can't comfort the souls of 30,000 soldiers.

Just like today, without the instructions of those in power, could Zhenguo Gong, who was just a junior general at that time, intercept the military newspaper without a trace?

Kill him, take a step forward, and in front of him is an inexhaustible enemy, a sea of blood.

He was no longer alone, he had just walked out of the bone-chilling night with a glimmer of light, and he didn't want to fall into the dark abyss again.

The hand that held the barrel of the gun loosened, and the dead knot, which had been deposited for many years, was pulled away little by little.

Chun Yuhan picked up the spear, the strong wind swept by the tip of the spear was more biting than the cold wind, and the cold tip of the spear swept from the tip of Zhenguogong's nose, leaving a bloody mark.

Chun Yuhan finally picked up the bag containing the tiger talisman on the table, turned around and left.

Looking at the back of Chun Yuhan leaving with a gun, Zhen Guogong seemed to see Han Mingyang back then.

"Brother Mingyang, twenty years ago, I lost to you, and twenty years later, I lost to your son...... Oh, let my sins go to hell and pay for them slowly. ”

Picking up the warm poisonous wine on the table, Zhen Guogong raised his head and drank it all.

……

Chun Yuhan stepped out of General Han's mansion step by step, holding the spear that had accompanied his father on the battlefield, and the scratches left on the gun were like his father's earnest teachings to him.

Under the lead-gray sky, the snow was already covered with the official road, like a pure and flawless carpet, burying all the filth and undercurrents.

At the end of this silver carpet, a shadow was slowly walking towards him.

Silver snowflakes fell on the tops of their hair, and they walked towards each other as if they had gone to a white head together.

Yu Nian always couldn't let go, but she still followed quietly, she wouldn't bother him to deal with his affairs, she just waited silently outside.

"Husband...... Your revenge? ”

When Chun Yuhan was in charge of the national mansion, he told Yu Nian his story, and before he left, he told her that he had gone to break the grudge for many years.

Yu Nian first looked at Chun Yuhan's body, and it didn't seem that he was injured, and he didn't smell any blood, and then he was relieved.

"I didn't report it."

Chun Yuhan lowered his eyes, looked at the tip of Yu Nian's somewhat frozen red nose, and said something ambiguous.

His father sent him out and desperately tried to keep him alive, not so that he would be mired in revenge.

"My father died in order to pacify the Huns, and I completed his unfinished mission to really take revenge.

Thank you, thank you......"

Yu Nian raised his head, his eyes a little dazed.

"I didn't help you, you figured it out yourself."

Chun Yuhan raised his hand to help Yu Nian comb the broken hair in his ears, with the warmth of melting ice and snow in his eyes.

If she hadn't melted him, Chun Yuhan would definitely choose to end it all in an iron-fisted and bloody way.

Picking up her jaw, Chun Yuhan leaned over and kissed off a snowflake between her eyebrows, and his tone was gentle but firm.

"Niannian, wait for me to come back."

When everything is over, he will take her to Jiangnan, away from this treacherous and changeable Kyoto, to find a pure land.

Before the army left Beijing, there were three days to prepare.

Yu Nian went back to the Prime Minister's Mansion and emptied Yu Huaifeng's warehouse.

"Niannian, my daughter, leave this for me!"

Yu Huaifeng's flesh hurt terribly, he was greedy for most of his life to save this little money, but he didn't expect to be confiscated by his daughter in disguise.

Yu Nian and Yu Huaifeng grabbed a red coral ornament in their hands, Yu Huaifeng pulled it to the left, and Yu Nian pulled it to the right.

"Dad, haven't you heard of the rich road of the poor?"

"Why did you become a poor family in the prison country?"

"The bottom of the prison mansion has already been emptied, your son-in-law will go to war, and it will be tens of thousands of miles away as soon as it starts, and if there is a shortage of food and grass halfway, if you wait for support, it will be a great delay!"

Yu Huaifeng's beard and eyes didn't pull it over after all, and he could only watch his big coral being loaded into the car.

"Dad, don't be too distressed, do you think, after Chun Yuhan leaves, the prince is going to watch politics again, he may come to check on you one day, aren't you also taking precautions. I have kept an account of everything I took from you, and when Chun Yuhan comes back, I will ask him to return you. ”

That being said, Yu Huaifeng's heart really hurts.

When Chun Yuhan came back from the barracks, he saw the old man's face sad and tearful.

Yu Huaifeng held Chun Yuhan's hand and trembled a little.

"Good son-in-law, for my sake, you must come back alive!"