In the mid-17th century, less than three hundred years ago, Galdan, the leader of the Junggar tribe of Mongolia in the west of the Moxi Province, became stronger after he claimed to be Khan, occupying the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains, and then attacking the northern and southern Moxi Provinces. Emperor Kangxi ordered troops to quell the rebellion, and three imperial troops personally led the army to win the battles of all sizes.
Behind the war is the need for countless strong men to charge on the battlefield. Therefore, the government’s conscription notices are posted on the streets and alleys.
It's late at night, and deep in the dark alley.
A handsome and beautiful woman said goodbye to her. The man was a serious nobleman with a yellow flag with a stunning face. The woman had a stunning face. She was in such a world, but she could only be an ordinary woman.
"Yan'er, I said that as long as I can win the battle to suppress the rebellion of Junggar, he and my mother will compromise and allow me to marry you."
A trace of struggle passed through Yan'er's eyes, "Akun, I never care about status. War is a very cruel thing..." For billions of years, she has seen more intense scenes, so she is particularly clear about the cruelty of war.
He stretched out his slender and white fingers and gently pressed them on his soft lips, "I will just ask you one question, are you willing to wait for me?"
Yan'er's eyes were filled with a little water light, and she finally lightly pointed her little head.
His expression moved slightly, and a ripples appeared in his heart. He lowered his head and kissed her soft lips, as sweet and delicious as he imagined. This kiss was unbearable and he would rather be trapped in it.
She turned passive into activeness, hugged his neck, trying to get closer to him.
He was a little panting and left her lips reluctantly, "Yan'er, wait for me."
"Well, I'll wait for you, I can want nothing, but you must come back safely." He waved goodbye to him and faced the moonlight. He looked back and showed a brighter smile than the sun, as if the Nine Yang True Fire in his body flowed to his limbs and bones.
Just as they first met, she recognized at first that he was the hero who saved him thousands of years ago. In order to repay his kindness, she chose to stay.
He walked backwards like a child just to see more of his beloved woman, afraid that he would not know when the next time he met.
He didn't pay attention to the stone under his feet, and was tripped and almost fell down. Zhu Yan was so scared that he almost used his spell. Fortunately, he had some martial arts foundation and tried his best to stabilize his body. Looking at her pretty little face, he was so scared that he was like a naughty child that he rushed back, holding her shocked little face, and kissed him again.
Zhu Yan pounded his shoulder with lingering fear and said coquettishly, "Why are you still so unruly? You must take good care of yourself when you leave home in the future."
"Yan'er, your face is blushing." His voice was low, and a fierce desire flashed in his eyes.
He took several deep breaths and kissed her forehead again, "Wait for me, we were in the bridal chamber at that time, but now it's not possible." In the end, he felt very wronged.
Realizing what he said, Zhu Yan chuckled. She had lived for billions of years and was actually amused by his straightforward words. "You go back early, don't worry your mother. I won't leave anywhere. I'm just here embroidering a wedding dress and waiting for you to come back."
Hearing her promise, Akun was overjoyed and was so happy that he could get the whole world's happiness, even his walking turned into a jumping jump.
She was so childish that she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.
Zhu Yan didn't know that that side was a farewell forever.
If she had known it, she would have held his hand and would not let him leave if he died or go to the battlefield.
After all, she had a trace of greed and longed for the eternity of mankind, so the genius punished her for losing her love.
Four months later, she saw Akun's soul.
No matter how far away, she is the one he cannot let go of the least.
Walking on the moonlight, under the detention of the ghost officer, he finally came to her.
Looking at her embroidered with a fiery red wedding dress from afar, a trace of despair and heartache flashed across his face, and he silently said in his heart: Sorry, Yan'er, I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise.
Zhu Yanfang Buddha felt something, raised a pair of beautiful and enchanting water eyes and looked straight at He Kun. When the two ghost servants who were wandering beside him, they couldn't help but cover their little mouths and cried bitterly.
The ghost messenger bowed respectfully to Zhu Yan, "The Great Master Zhuque."
Zhu Yan cried and shook her head. She couldn't believe everything her eyes saw. He died, he died, how could he die?
No, she screamed shrillly.
A Kun was still guessing her identity, but he didn't want her wailing voice to be broken. He only heard the two ghost messengers beside him say anxiously, "God of Suzaku, don't be sad, the new soul cannot withstand the pain of your emotional fluctuations."
Perhaps, when she understood this, Zhu Yan started crying with her face holding her face.
Her tears made Akun feel uncomfortable. Although she didn't know what her identity was, in his eyes, she was always her own Yan'er.
He stretched out his hand to try to embrace the only love in his life, but he was afraid that he would pass through other people's bodies like before and then not be able to catch anything. He didn't want to experience this lonely and helpless feeling in Yan'er, which would make him so desperate that he would be angry about this world.
Zhu Yan seemed to understand his worries, and the next second he threw himself into his arms and knocked him firmly. The feeling of embracing the whole world made A Kun laugh and make a sound. He gently stroked her soft hair again. She hid in his arms and cried in sorrow, "A Kun, you said you were going to marry me. My wedding dress is about to be embroidered. How can you lie to me? Do you know how hard it is for me to wait for you?"
Akun frowned, why does one's heart still hurt so much when one dies?
He hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry, Yan'er, I don't seem to be coming back..."
Zhu Yan tried her best to control the leakage of her sad spiritual power. She wanted to touch his face, but found it extremely cold. She took a deep breath and cursed, "You are a liar, you lied to me, you lied to me, I don't want you to die, I, I want you to live..." Why did God treat her like this?
Akun felt uncomfortable, "Yan'er, don't cry, I'll feel panic when you cry."
Outside the door, a trace of solemnity flashed across the fifth Lingling's clear face. He gave a look at the two ghost officers and signaled them to take the person away.
The ghost messenger passed through the wall, and although he couldn't bear to break them apart, Fu Chakun's life was over and he had to go back to the underworld to report. If it weren't for the fifth heavenly master's plea, they would not have brought him here. "The time for Fu Chakun is here, please give us some convenience."
Zhu Yan grabbed Akun, "No, no one of you can take him away!"
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