Chapter 53

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Yun laughed, and after listening to all the stories about Zhuge Liang and Huang Yueying, he admired them even more. A good couple, with unparalleled talent, leaving four stories through the ages.

Huang Yueying's "three don't marry" skillfully appreciates her husband's affection, and Zhuge Liang's "Muliu Cattle and Horses" welcomes her husband wonderfully. Peel off the red hijab to see the appearance of the flower and the moon, and look at the feather fan through the ages.

"The prime minister and the prime minister's wife, it is really a godsend, Zilong has never seen such a matching couple! No wonder the bride in later generations wants to wear a red hijab, the origin is this!" Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"Where is General Zhao, Liang, since he came out of the mountain, he has rarely seen Yueying, and he has already lost her..."Zhuge Liang sighed.

Looking back on the past, when the two were in their prime, he left for the sake of the world. Although he later returned to Longzhong to take her out, he did not have time to accompany her.

It was only when they were making Zhuge repeaters and Muliu cattle and horses that they were in peace for a short time. But when the wooden ox and the horse are made, the peerless red face is old.

He is also angry because of the sky, and the deadline is approaching, and Hua Fa is twilight. He came out to fight for twenty-seven years, and let Huang Yueying stay alone in the empty house for twenty-seven years.

But she still didn't complain, and silently stayed behind him. Even after her death, she knelt down in front of her grave and cried so much that her liver and intestines were broken.

Not long after, the incense disappeared and turned into flowers and plants around the place where he was buried. Because with a special force, no animal dares to approach.

These are some of the Taoism that Huang Yueying asked Zhuge Liang to teach her, and she has already thought about it. If one day the husband dies, he will never live alone, but he can't die in vain.

Before they died, they arranged their children, and then they went to the grave to pray, and buried their obsessions here, so that they could turn into flowers and plants to be his companions.

Zhuge Liang has not been obsessed with a day, and the spiritual power of these flowers and plants will always exist, accompanying him to see the change of the four seasons, encountering natural disasters and being destroyed, and the spring breeze blowing through regeneration and then accompaniment.

"The prime minister is so good that the story of his wife will be remembered for centuries, but what about me? I don't know why she is sung by the world, but she has no record in the history books. ”

"She obviously loves me so much, and she is willing to be with me, who may die at any time, for the rest of her life. But not only did I leave her lonely all her life, but I also failed to leave her a name known to the world. ”

Zhao Yun shook his head gloomily, for thousands of years, he had been thinking about that Yiren and wanted to use everything to make up for it. But after all, that person is no longer there, and there is only time for regrets.

"General Zhao, I can't complain about you either. The lord didn't have time to give you their position like Yun Chang, so naturally it will not be recorded in the history books. Besides, you..."Zhuge Liang said slowly.

Zhao Yun nodded when he heard this, and said, "I know, in fact, as a guard general, it is not easy for me to lead the army to fight, and to be called General Huwei by them. ”

"Brother Yun, how can I fight for their titles? I have the same idea as the prime minister, as a monk, I should stand out for the people of the world, and I will be famous and fortune in all the dust, but I am not a floating cloud. ”

"It's just that the world remembers me, but doesn't remember her, Zilong feels guilty!!Although she is just a mortal, she is the woman who loves me the most, but I..."

Zhao Yun had tears in his eyes and thought of his wife. He has been a man all his life, and he asks himself if he is worthy of anyone, but only this woman, he knows that he owes her all his life.

That year, they met on the battlefield. This woman does not let her eyebrows be shaved, she is excellent in martial arts, even if she is surrounded by enemy legions, she still has no fear.

Later, he broke into her battlefield alone and rescued her from the enemy, and later the Shu army came to help, and the two worked together to fight their way out of the encirclement.

Since then, she has fallen in love with him. In her words, it is: "On that day, you were dressed in a silver helmet and white robe, a white horse and a silver spear, one man and one horse, and broke into my world. ”

Since then, I have not been able to stay, and every time I see your white back, I can't stop thinking. ”

It was the first time in Zhao Yun's life that he was so straightforward and simple to show love by a woman. He was a powerful monk, and he could tell at a glance that the woman in front of him was really what he said.

This kind of sincerity is even stronger than the Mrs. Fan I have seen before. Because he knew that although Mrs. Fan was a little infatuated with herself, part of it was because she was coerced.

And their relationship can't be chaotic, no matter how much this kind of woman loves him, it is impossible to accept it, and Zhao Yun will not allow this kind of chaotic thing to happen.

But the woman in front of her was definitely the strongest one in her heart for him, but Zhao Yun was already many years older than her according to the age of a mortal at that time.

He also knew that he was punished by heaven, and Shouyuan was declining rapidly. Maybe the mortal woman in front of him will live longer than him, if he accepts it, won't he lose her?

But later they were matched by various acquaintances in Shu, and they were together after all. She put down fighting and killing, and became a virtuous helper behind her husband.

However, Zhao Yunrong rarely accompanied her in his life, but he only left two children, and even rarely got together with his mother and son, which led to his children being just mortals.

And her martial arts are far inferior to herself, and she is in her prime, but she is also slowly getting old in her own eyes, and when he finally dies, she is also heartbroken.

Soon after his death, she was with her. This is the woman Zhao Yun has been ashamed of all his life, Ma Chao's sister, Ma Yunlu.

"Yun Lu..."Zhao Yun whispered to the familiar name, tears falling involuntarily.

"General Zhao, presumably Miss Yunlu, you know that you have been missing her day and night for thousands of years. If you know under the spring, you will also smile..."Zhuge Liang sighed.

He didn't know how to comfort Zilong, after his wife's death, he could at least still sense a faint wisp of obsession that almost completely dissipated.

And his own feather fan, which has been very well protected by him for thousands of years, is almost as new as new, except for the traces of the grip being rubbed by him.

As long as he saw this fan, he was like seeing Huang Yueying, and he could even feel a trace of the spiritual power she had left behind.

But Zhao Yun has not taught his wife how to practice, and through the ages, Ma Yunlu has been reincarnated many times. The matter about him has long been forgotten by Meng Potang.

And he only has bitter lovesickness. No matter how you look for it, it is difficult to find even the slightest bit of Yunlu's obsessive remnant soul, after all, it is only a mortal, and this kind of thing is difficult to stay for a long time.

Not to mention the eternal?

Then Zhuge Liang's feather fan shook gently, turned into a wine utensil, Gu Zi poured two cups of spiritual wine, and drank with Zhao Yun. They are almost like-minded and sympathetic.

They all gave up their cultivation for the sake of the people of the world, and they all had an infatuated woman, leaving a thousand years of regret. No matter how many words you have, it's better to drink a pot of wine and have a hangover.

Even if they know that the bitter wine hurts more in their throats, they insist on getting drunk, because the spirit wine can make their spirits drowsy. In the dream, you can see the beautiful woman again.

You can also forget all the heartache in that short dream. Although in the end, the dream will be shattered like a bubble, and the heart will hurt even more when they wake up, they are willing.

The two drank this for three days and three nights, and the two big men complained to each other and shed many tears. Those tears weren't real, but they were real.

This is their primordial spirit crying, the tears condensed by the primordial spirit, which is more uncomfortable than coming from the heart, this is the pain from the soul.

The tears fell in the cup, and the tears gathered in their hearts.

Later, Zhao Yun fell asleep, and when he returned to Zhao Changge's gentian bright silver spear, he really felt the sadness of wanting to break his bowels, and he couldn't help but tug at his heart.

A sharp pain came, as if another awl was pounding his heart. Every time he was more ruthless, he still didn't stop after piercing his heart, and he was tortured repeatedly.

"Uhh

Zhao Changge clutched his heart and curled up, saliva flowed out of his mouth involuntarily, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't even dare to breathe. Because as long as he moved slightly, his heart was like being pierced by ten thousand people.

And not only that, there was also a stuffy breath in his chest, which couldn't be vented no matter what, and his teeth were about to break. But it can only increase the boredom and suffering, and it will be tortured both physically and mentally.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, Zhuge Liang appeared from behind him and cast a spell to stop the pain. After Changge took a breath, he got up and hugged his fists and said, "Thank you Senior Wuhou, General Zhao..."

"Trapped by love, this is the pain he has endured alone for thousands of years, all because he has lost a woman. Zhuge Liang said slowly.

"What?!This kind of pain has endured for thousands of years?!"

Zhao Changge was covered in a cold sweat, and he couldn't forget the pain in his life. Once it happens, remorse, grief, and heart are like knives, and the pain is so painful that even the original spirit is like a knife.

Did Zhao Yun endure this kind of pain alone for eternity? How much did he love that woman? So much so that he could not forget it for thousands of years, and he had been suffering this pain.

"The world only knows the victorious general Zhao Zilong, but they don't know the infatuated Zhao Yun. Zhuge Liang shook his head and sighed.

Then turned to leave, Zhao Changge clutched his chest in place, recalling Fang Cai's pain and Wuhou's words. He knew a lot about this idol, but he couldn't be happier.