"And finally, did he die?" Zuo Hou asked.

"Him." Mo Qianji adjusted his breathing, "Are you talking about the Great Destiny or the High Priest?" ”

"Can you tell us all?"

"None of them are dead. But it's not so easy to get back to the North. ”

"Got it." Zuo Hou first breathed a sigh of relief, and then nodded resignedly.

"It's time to make good on your promise." Mo Qianji took a step forward, feeling a little forced to confess.

"Nature." Zuo Hou looked around and made sure that no one was eavesdropping—at least no one was eavesdropping openly.

"The Right Virtuous King is not as simple as you think." Zuo Hou smiled and said, "Even if he loses in your hands, there is a reason why he wants to lose." ”

After tasting Zuohou's meaning, Mo Qianji shouted directly: "What you said is the same as not saying it!" ”

"The walls have ears." Zuo Hou stretched out his arms and looked like he was ready to be slaughtered.

"Let's go." After a long time, Mo Qianji gave an ultimatum to Zuo Hou.

"You're not going to catch me?" Zuo Hou felt strange, "Shouldn't I be a bargaining chip for you?" ”

Mo Qianji slowly spoke: "Zuo Hou, you misunderstood. We don't intend to see you as a bargaining chip, but we really want you to get out of here and start your life all over again. After all, you were once the Left Marquis of the Northern Regions. Whether it's a great life or two virtuous kings, there are no managers left in your northern regions. We can't bear to see the Northern Regions struggling with the dragons without a leader. ”

Zuo Hou was silent for a while, and said gloomily: "I hope you are indeed in this good intention, but if I leave, there will be no one on your side who is unhappy?" ”

Mo Qianji smiled, waved his hand and said, "Zuo Hou, you are too humble. As far as I know: Youhou committed suicide! And your right virtuous king and great destiny are still in our hands for the time being. And your talent shouldn't be tied down here. As long as you want, the Northern Regions can stay away from strife and live a peaceful life. ”

Zuo Hou hesitated for a moment and lowered his eyes: "What you said makes sense, let me think about it." ”

Mo Qianji nodded and turned to leave. Behind him, Zuo Hou stood alone on the empty flat ground, his heart was chaotic. He devoted his life to the construction of the Northern Regions, and in his early years, he fought on the battlefield and made great achievements; In his later years, he settled down to govern the Northern Regions. Unexpectedly, at the last moment of being captured by the enemy, he was put back by the other party to continue to sweat for the Northern Regions.

After some thought, Zuo Hou finally made a decision. He understood that the Northern Regions, which had gone through a great cost, really couldn't do without a leader with enough qualifications. Perhaps, he should really let go of everything he blindly pursues, for himself, and for the sake of the devastated Northern Regions, to find the peaceful life that he has been looking forward to and has to receive.

Zuo Hou took a deep breath and looked at the north, his eyes flashing with determination. He knows that there is still a long way to go, and he will start a new life.

Mo Qianji walked back to the side of the Right Virtuous King. He knew that Zuo Hou's inner struggle must be fierce. But he believes that Zuo Hou will eventually make the right choice. And for him, as long as he doesn't let those herdsmen from the Northern Regions who have died of their fathers and sons run to the Eastern Regions to make riots, he can rest assured.

On this day, Zuo Hou silently bid farewell to Mo Qianji, took the people in the northwest corner, completely withdrew from the Eastern Regions, and embarked on the journey home. Before leaving, he found Mo Qianji and others.

"In the name of the Left Marquis of the Northern Regions, I swear to the heavens. From tomorrow, he will no longer lead troops into the Eastern Regions for half a step. If I violate this oath, I will be thundered by the sky, and my descendants will be slaves forever, and I will not be able to turn over from generation to generation! ”

Another vow, an oath to heaven. Only this time, both sides did not feel aggrieved, but both showed relieved smiles.

Postscript:

Many years later, Zuo Hou had already passed away. The Northern Regions, also with the will of Zuo Hou and the joint efforts of the herdsmen, gradually returned to its former strength through recuperation. And it has the ability to confront the Eastern Regions that had been redefined in Kyushu at that time. Although Zuo Hou's name is no longer mentioned, his lifelong contribution to the Northern Regions and his courage to retreat bravely from the torrent will forever be engraved in the long river of history, inspiring generations to give everything for the Northern Regions.

……

Two days later, Huai Valley.

"Where did it come from?" The old linen robe drank wine and looked at the visitor with limited attention.

After the end of the Northern War, the old linen robe's heart that had been carried for many days also settled down and returned to its former state.

"I didn't expect there to be anything you didn't know!" The person who came was very surprised, and drank a glass of wine for himself under the angry gaze of the old hemp robe.

"Too lazy to check!" Seeing the attitude of the visitors who did not regard themselves as guests, the old linen robe was on fire.

"Hey! You grumpy! The person who came took a sip and was about to have another drink, but he was directly taken away by the quick-eyed old hemp robe.

"Master, don't you want to give you something to drink when the guests come?" Compared with the old linen robe with a stinky face, the person who came was very leisurely.

"No, get out of here!" The old linen robe didn't give him a good face.

"Tsk!" The visitor shook his head, "Don't think I don't know you have quite a few in this cellar. ”

"Old wood! You poured the toast yourself, don't force the old man to give you a penalty drink! The old linen robe threatened.

The old wood laughed non-stop, and it felt a little bad to come to someone's land and then drink vigorously and not talk about things.

"Can you tell me what's going on behind the High Priest?" The old wood rubbed his palm and said.

"Didn't Mo Qianji tell you?" The old linen robe poured himself a cup.

He didn't say it all. Later, I kept asking on the way to escort them to the school palace, but he didn't say anything. The old wood spread his hands out, indicating that there was no rut.

"Where did he go?" The old linen robe glanced at the chessboard and felt that the situation was not bad, and it was okay to talk to this talker.

"The High Priest is coming, and I won't talk about what happened later!" Old Wood looked innocent.

"Poof!" The old hemp robe spit out a sip of good wine, and before the saliva splashed on the old wood's face, he used the original power to transfer the wine to the root of the locust tree, and put on an attitude that he would rather water the flowers than let the old wood steal it, and forcefully exposed the old wood's lies.

"You liar! It's a pity I'm not. ”

"Okay, okay." The old wooden man couldn't hide the old hemp robe, so he admitted it. The main reason is that he wants to inquire about some secrets from the old hemp robe, and it seems that it is impossible.

"Mo Qianji, they transferred the high priest away." The old linen robe shook his head when he talked about it, as if he was personally involved in it.

"Moved to get it?" The old wooden man asked.

"It's hard to say!"

"I'll go!" Old Wood hugged his head, he didn't want to hear such a response.