Zhang Zhao looked at the people standing in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, and his heart was surging.

If he hadn't heard Qingqing's two stories, he would have felt that his life was inherently different from these people.

But Zhang Zhao, who "died once" in the story, suddenly discovered that in fact, human life is the same, he Zhang Zhao does not have more heads than people, and if the general wants him to die, he will be like everyone in this courtyard, turning into nameless dust and drowning in the long river of history.

Zhang Zhao took a deep breath, hugged his fists at Qingqing and said: "Your kindness to the general, I Zhang Zhao will never forget, and I, Zhang Zhao, will always be your friend." ”

Everyone in the courtyard separated, making way for a road, and in the innermost, Yu Lin and Yu Guang carried a plaque, which was the word that Zhang Zhao had written for Da Yuti before, and Qingqing ordered someone to install a table and hang it in the ancestral hall.

The appearance of this character made Zhang Zhao have different feelings.

Just before he listened to these two stories, he regretted it very much, regretted that he shouldn't have listened to this clever patriarch's wife and write this blessing word, isn't this just holding the handle in the hands of others?

But at this moment, Zhang Zhao looked at this character again, and burst into tears, it turned out that from such an early age, the two ancestors of the Yu family were strategizing, and these two people used a peculiar way to leave Zhang Zhao a chance to be a celebrity through the ages, which can also be said to be a chance to live.

Zhang Zhao asked Qingqing with mixed emotions: "It's easy if you want to kill me, why don't you do it?" ”

"You have a smell in you."

Zhang Zhao was stunned, subconsciously raised his hand and sniffed, he had just touched the medicine bowl, it was a little herbaceous, and other than that, he couldn't smell anything else.

"What is it?" He asked.

"The smell of people."

Zhang Zhao was stunned again, he didn't expect that it would be such an answer.

"Killing you is a matter of moving your fingers, including the one on the kang, we really want to move him, he is now a loess white bone, he has no smell on him, but he is a war machine, and he still has the meaning of existence. I boldly predict a wave, you just think that I laugh casually, the spirit is not good, let's walk and see. ”

Zhang Zhao nodded and listened carefully.

"The situation in the court is turbulent, you dance with wolves, whether you will have a smooth career, I can't predict, but I can be sure that when your life comes to an end, looking back on your life, you are worthy of your heart, there will be your story in the world, and people in the future will admire your merits, but when some people fall, they are no longer qualified to look back at the past, and those who have long gone away from him without looking back."

Outside the ancestral hall, Liu Ling stood quietly, I don't know how long I listened.

Zhang Zhao quietly savored Qingqing's words, every word said by this unfathomable patriarch's wife had a deep meaning.

He can still understand the previous ones, but in the latter sentence, how does he think that the patriarch's wife is insinuating?

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"Mrs. Patriarch, what you just said, are you talking about the general's ——??"

Qingqing was secretive and smiled.

"There is a kind of punishment called don't cry in front of her grave, dirty her way to reincarnation, and God has pasted the ending for every wicked person as early as the beginning of the story."

Outside the wall, Liu Ling burst into tears, full of only two big words: confidant.

She thought that her life was going to end in hatred and numbness, there were so many people in this world, but none of them could read her.

But when Qingqing said her heart, Liu Ling knew that she had a confidant in this world.

Coming out of the ancestral hall, Qingqing was not surprised to see the figure.

Liu Ling stood far away on the path, beckoned to her, and then turned around.

Zhang Zhao came out with Qingqing, but he didn't pay attention to Liu Ling, only to see the grandmother who reshaped his three views and smiled at him:

"I have to bother the deputy general to go back and tell my father-in-law, I have something to do, go back later."

"It's so late, so where are you going? Need me to send you there? Zhang Zhao asked.

Qingqing compared the swaying of the lantern behind her.

"Send this child home, you occupy my house's westhouse, and the girl can't live with me."

This explanation is reasonable, and it also makes Zhang Zhao look away from Sha Sha Yan again.

Just now the kid was loud and told him a lot.

Zhang Zhao was patronizing and thinking about what she said, and he didn't have time to look at this girl.

Qingqing watched him stare and shake, this time was inevitably a little long, so he said in a pretending joking tone, "If the deputy general has the intention of being a matchmaker, then there is no need, this child is deliberately cultivated by me, and he will stay in our village in the future." ”

She thought that Zhang Zhao wanted to be a matchmaker for his officers, so she interrupted in time.

Shake was blushed by what she said, and stomped his feet and said, "Grandma, what are you talking about!" ”

Zhang Zhao also felt that he was staring at the young girl too abruptly, so he hurriedly clenched his fist and put it to his mouth and coughed lightly.

"It's me who is abrupt, I think this little girl looks a little familiar, I don't know where I've seen it."

In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Zhang Zhao looked away and looked into the distance.

Liu Ling's figure turned into a small dot on the path, and Zhang Zhao was in a trance again.

He suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes, how could he be familiar with everything in this village?

"This village will always be handed over to these young people in the future, if the deputy general can survive the party struggle until a few decades later, please take care of the younger generation of our village."

Zhang Zhao withdrew his eyes to look at Liu Ling's back, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at Qingqing with a complicated mood.

"Madame Patriarch, you can't speak—" To be tactful?

"General, a military general like you must especially agree with 'killing oneself to become benevolent and sacrificing one's life for righteousness', right? Dare to sacrifice oneself and achieve benevolence and righteousness, military generals have such qualities, it is a great fortune for the country, however, what is benevolence and righteousness? ”

Zhang Zhaotong Kong earthquake.

Before tonight, the benevolence in his heart was General Wei who guarded the border pass, but at this moment, he was a little confused.

"In my eyes, the so-called benevolence is to live well, because as long as I live, I can help more people, I live, the fire is there, and I can cultivate more children who inherit my will."

Qingqing looked at the sway, shook her heart and nodded, she must aim at the grandmother of the clan to make her life meaningful and live well.

"Live well......." There was a little more light in Zhang Zhao's confused eyes.

Qingqing left him a smile and let him experience it on his own, and led the swaying towards Liu Ling's direction.

The cold wind blew, and Zhang Zhao remained in place.

As General Wei's adjutant, he didn't think about his end, if the Wei family army capsized one day, he would definitely die with the general.

It was the words of the patriarch's wife that woke him up.

What is benevolence?

What is righteousness?

To be martyred, what is the Tao?

Suddenly, Zhang Zhao understood.

Dao, it shouldn't be General Wei who cares about people's lives.

Dao is the life of the world, and it is what righteous people like the Yu clan chief and his wife are doing.

Zhang Zhao suddenly didn't want to die with General Wei, who was dying, and he felt that maybe he should live well and do something meaningful as the patriarch's wife said.