I narrowed my eyes slightly, leaned against the bedrail and asked him in a low voice, "I am stupid, you don't want to tell me the story of the war, are you afraid that I will be sad if you hear it?"
"No...not afraid!"
Jiang Huai, who often observes the sky at night, is actually easily struck by lightning. I missed the good opportunity to watch it before, but this time, I got it right.
It turns out that this is what his expression looked like when he was struck by lightning...
The sky slowly lowered inch by inch, and I drank the chicken soup I scooped out again. After a long time, Jiang Huai, who was sitting at the table with his back to me, said, "Afraid."
Yes, who can not be afraid?
Because war is cruel, the truth is vulnerable, and only imaginary friendships can be kept warm forever, so those cold and real love and hatred will be so powerful and heartbreaking.
To deal with Lian Zheng's desire to rebel against the party, the emperor could just sit in Kyoto and give him the word "kill" with a stroke of his pen. But Fu Donglou actually went into battle in person, which was enough to prove that he really felt cold towards Lian Zheng.
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That day, the battlefield was filled with smoke and smoke, and the monarchs and ministers of the past had become the sworn enemies of the present. Lian Zheng and Fu Donglou were facing each other, and when they looked at each other, the word "death" was written in each other's eyes.
"We haven't fought for a long time, haven't we? Ever since you came to the throne." Lian Zheng pressed his Cloud-Destroying Sword against the ground and made a dull sound.
Fu Donglou took out the broken Ruyi Lock and placed it in front of Lian Zheng's eyes. His knuckles were turning white from the force. His words were a warning to the other party, and also seemed to be informing himself, "I will never show mercy this time.
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Lian Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, cool, it's the biggest show of the year. A fight to the death is enough for us!"
It is difficult for Jiang Huai to tell what happened next, because every move was taught by one person. Both of them were injured, their clothes were stained with blood, and they were both hanging on the line of life and death.
Fortunately among misfortunes, the new emperor Lian Zheng was dealt a blow by God.
Fu Donglou's sword finally touched his heart, "I have told you long ago that the hatred of the previous generations should not be brought to this generation. For so many years, I thought I could influence you and convince you, but you have been stubborn.
Ling, if you don't cherish my kindness, who will you be worthy of? How innocent you are, I was blind and misjudged you, but I killed her in vain!"
This sentence may sound a little strange, but Jiang Huai said that his restoration was absolutely correct.
I thought for a long time before I connected the previous events clearly. At that time, Lian Zheng asked Fu Donglou for me in front of all the ministers. Fu Donglou knew that Lian Zheng had hatred buried in his heart, but he did not refuse on the spot.
It's just an inspiration.
Just like the old saying goes, enemies always know your appetite better than friends. I am Fu Donglou's weakness, so Lian Zheng will naturally want to poke at me.
People blinded by hatred are immune to all influences.
There was blood at the corner of Lian Zheng's mouth, but his expression was still unusually calm. He smiled and said to Fu Donglou, "Why do you have everything?"
It was a question, but he didn't use it in a questioning tone.
At the moment when Fu Donglou was not prepared, Lian Zheng held the sword against his chest and pierced it into his own chest.
The last words he left in this world turned out to be the lamentable "Why do you have everything?"
As the saying goes, villains also have the pain of villains. This mythical and magical figure finally shed blood on the battlefield and died.
A clean yet heroic voice seemed to come from behind me, "I am the one who comes to the Prince's Palace with sincerity every time, but is always ignored by the princess."
"As for the external medicine, you can change it every day. Try not to use your right hand these days. Does the princess understand?"
"My father is dead. My father was a general. He died in vain."
"If I could only win your heart, all the glory in this world would be but a drop in the ocean."
"Xiyuan, I will only marry you in my life. If there is no other person, will you marry me?"
"What the princess said is absolutely true. It seems that from now on, I will have to walk around with the princess more often in order to ease my loneliness."
"Everything goes well except for Siqing. It gets cold at night, so you must cover yourself with a quilt."
"What kind of life do you want? Isn't it something I can't give you?"
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How much pain does it take to weave the most lingering lie? The end of a series is like a flower that blooms and goes astray, but fails uncontrollably when it is the most dazzling and unique.
Jiang Huai stood up and patted the table, "Why are you crying! Explain to me why you are crying for the man who seeks his own death?! Have you forgotten how he treated you? A woman's kindness!"
"Pah——" There was a sudden slap on the table, which scared me so much that I lost my hand.
But it wasn't over yet, Jiang Huai continued to poke at my tear ducts, "Fu Donglou, I think you are dead, let's take this opportunity to stay away from the dragon's pond and tiger's den, so we can live again, right?"
I buried my head low and got out of bed to clean up the broken bowl, but I didn't expect that my legs were still so weak. When I fell out of bed, my palm happened to be pressed on the broken pieces, which seemed to cut my leg.
I couldn't sleep the whole night after learning that Lian Zheng was dead in the wilderness. Early the next morning, I asked Jiang Huai to take me there to have a look.
Jiang Huai didn't respond, but he still put me on the horse. He whispered in my ear, "Every experience is experience. Although he was wrong first, it would be too violent for us to whip the corpse..."
I clamped the horse's belly with difficulty with my legs and said, "Drive!"
There seemed to be a scene of wind blowing and beating of drums, and I also had auditory hallucinations, as if I could hear the clang of swords clashing. I saw the breastplate from a distance, and under the breastplate there were continuous rings like fire.
Red shirt.
I got off the horse and was about to step forward when suddenly my waist tightened and Jiang Huai hugged me, "Don't go there."
I lowered my eyes, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "He has no relatives, so let me collect his bones."
Life has passed, and I hope the grudges will disappear. If there is an afterlife, I hope Lian Zheng can live a life that is not so hard, and that he does not even know the taste of love in his life.
The wind blew, and Jiang Huai's hair brushed my cheek from behind. His voice was very quiet, "It's up to you."