The northernmost side of Xuanwu Avenue in Jincheng is Yang Chengwu's home, which was given by the previous monarch Yan Mugong when his father Yang Ji's military exploits were at their peak, and together with the in-laws with the Yanjin Mansion.

In recent years, the decline of the Yang Mansion, coupled with Yang Ji's disability and leaving the army, his fame has long since faded rapidly with time.

Back then, the scene of dignitaries and nobles vying to make friends has never appeared again.

The Yang Mansion is deserted, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the Yang family as a family with four walls. Almost all the things that can be sold are sold cleanly.

In order to treat Yang Ji's illness, Yang Chengwu and his mother spent almost all the family's savings. But in the end, it still didn't make him better.

The brave and invincible soldiers on the battlefield in the early years can only lie on the bed and survive at this moment.

If he knew early on that he would end up in this field, with Yang Ji's strong personality, I am afraid that he would have committed suicide with a knife when he still had the strength to spare.

Finally, at the last moment, Yang Ji's broken body could no longer hold on.

Perhaps because of the reflection of the light, today's Yang Ji seems to be particularly energetic, and with the support of his wife, he was able to get up and lean on the bed and sit and talk to Yang Chengwu.

Yang Chengwu knelt in front of the bed, although his body collapsed tightly, he could still see that he had slight convulsions, and he didn't want his father to see his tearful appearance.

As a son, he has too many regrets, he hates his incompetence, and sighs why the years no longer give him more time.

The door of the house was gently pushed open, and Furong, who was now Yang Chengwu's daughter-in-law, slowly walked in, came to Yang Chengwu's side and knelt down.

In the past few years, Yang Ji has been able to survive, all thanks to Furong's exquisite medical skills, but the doctor is not an immortal, and the technique is exhausted. Her face was already full of tears, but she didn't dare to cry, she knew that Yang Chengwu's strings had been stretched to the extreme, and she couldn't be the one who broke his heartstrings.

"Xiao Wu, come here. Yang Ji stretched out his hand and beckoned in the direction of Yang Chengwu.

Yang Chengwu's body twitched, Furong gently tugged his arm, Yang Chengwu leaned forward a few steps, he still didn't dare to look up, reached out to the edge of his father's bed, and held the old father's rough and old palm.

These old fathers no longer hold knives and guns, and the hard and iron-like calluses on their hands in the early years have also softened a lot, feeling his father's weak palm, Yang Chengwu finally couldn't help choking.

"Father, it's the son who is useless, he has achieved nothing for so many years, and he often has to cause trouble for his father, and the son is not filial. ”

Yang Ji's dim eyes were full of kindness: "Silly boy, what are you talking about, cough~" Yang Ji coughed and continued: "You have always done a good job, I know you have obsessions, you feel angry for me, you don't want to see us Iron Army veterans forgotten by Yan Guo, silly boy, what does it matter." ”

Yang Chengwu couldn't cry, in the early years, he had to find the Yanjin Mansion again and again to find Zhao Feiyan and ask for the in-laws.

He never really wanted to climb the high branches of the Yanjin Mansion, let alone love Zhao Feiyan to the point of life and death. If he wants the entire Jincheng and the entire Yan Kingdom to remember that it was the marriage promised by the Duke of Yan Mu, it was the Duke of Yan Mu who promised a noble county lord to his father, the son of a soldier in the iron army.

He stubbornly believes that only in this way will everyone not forget his father, and will not forget Yang Ji, the soldier who opened up territory on the battlefield and defended the country.

Yang Chengwu no longer remembers how many times he was beaten, and how many times he was healed from a serious injury by Furong. But he failed in the end.

At the beginning, some people may still remember what Yang Chengwu's original intention was to do this, but gradually, the people around him are no longer surprised.

In the end, he treated him as a joke, and even treated their family as a joke.

Later, no one would talk about Yang Ji, who broke his arm for the country in the past and captured the enemy general alive with 500 cavalry and tens of thousands of troops. It's all about Yang Chengwu, who is stupid and wants to eat swan meat.

Yang Chengwu knew that if he continued to be obsessed, he would only make his old father lose more face, so he gave up for the first time in his life. Since then, he has not been to the Yanjin Mansion.

"Xiao Wu, I heard that the new king is going to reorganize the Iron Army, you can go and participate. When the word Tiejun was spoken, Yang Ji's eyes once again glowed with a scorching light.

Yang Chengwu clenched his fists tightly, his throat was choking, and he didn't speak.

In fact, someone had already sent a post to the door earlier, and the veterans of the Iron Army had received the military stickers formed by the new army, but anyone who still had combat strength, or a man of appropriate age under them, could give priority to participate in the selection of the Iron Army.

But Yang Chengwu didn't tell his father, but directly tore off the war sticker.

"Father, it's enough! It's really ~ enough!" Yang Chengwu said in a deep voice.

Yang Ji's hand trembled slightly, and he seemed to guess what his son was thinking.

Yang Chengwu continued: "Father, you have died for the Yan Kingdom all your life, how many credits you have made, how many injuries you have suffered, and even your arm has been broken, but what about the final result. The eldest brother died on the battlefield two years ago, but in the end, he couldn't even send us back the bones, do we still have to report this country!"

A crisp slap sounded, and a red palm print immediately appeared on Yang Chengwu's face.

Yang Ji's lips trembled terribly, his eyes were red, he had never beaten Yang Chengwu since he was a child, but in this dying memory, he actually threw such a heavy slap.

Yang Ji's voice trembled even more: "If you say such things, you are still not my Yang family's son!"

"Father!" Yang Chengwu shouted when he looked up.

Yang Ji didn't know where the middle qi came from, and he shouted angrily, and his majesty seemed to have returned to the time when the horizontal sword was immediately on the battlefield of a hundred battles: "Shut up~!"

Yang Chengwu closed his mouth and didn't dare to say anything, Furong on the side hugged Yang Chengwu's other arm tightly, the woman pursed her lips tightly, but her eyes were at the old woman next to Yang Ji, that is, her mother-in-law.

There were tears in the eyes of both of them, they both knew their own men, and the stubbornness and arrogance in their hearts were all inherited from the same vein.

"Yang Chengwu, you remember to me, when you go to the battlefield, you are not only guarding a Yan country and a Zhao family, but you are guarding the tens of millions of Yan people behind you and outside the battlefield! Among these people, there is your mother and your wife!

As the son of our Yang family, you can be angry or resentful, but you must not be indiscriminate!"

"Righteousness, where is there any righteousness, father!" Yang Chengwu fell to the ground and wept, "Walking on the battlefield, the enemy country wants to kill us, walk off the battlefield, but the country wants to abandon us, what kind of righteousness is this, if I die, my mother has no one to give it, and my wife and children have no father to accompany me, is this reasonable." ”

Yang Ji was silent, raised his head slightly and looked at the ceiling, and then said again: "Son, many things, now I tell you, you don't understand." When one day, you pick up a gun and hold a knife, and walk on that iron-blooded land, you will naturally understand. Father doesn't want to force you, but this road, I really hope you can go and walk it," Yang Ji looked at Furong who was kneeling beside Yang Chengwu: "Furong, don't blame me, this is the backbone of my Yang family." ”

Furong's face was full of tears, and she couldn't help nodding: "Father, the daughter-in-law understands that since she is the daughter-in-law of the Yang family, she will naturally not break the backbone of the Yang family." Although she said this, her arm holding Yang Chengwu became tighter and tighter.

Yang Ji nodded with satisfaction, the look in his eyes was rapidly dissipating, and his time was indeed running out: "Xiao ...... Xiao Wu, father...... ......Before he could finish his words, Yang Ji's arm had already fallen.

"Father?" Yang Chengwu called softly.

"Father!" Then there was a terrible cry of sorrow from the Yang family's house, followed by continuous weeping.

Meng Juntong always stood outside the courtyard of the Yang family and silently watched everything in front of him, this is the double dream transformation set by Liu Baicong, and it is also a past memory hidden in the deepest part of Yang Chengwu's heart.