King Wei left the capital again. The weather had turned cold, and the first snow had fallen. It was not heavy. It fell for a while, and the branches were covered with a layer of pear blossom white.
The King of Wei was standing at the gate of the city with his horse, and the guard walked far in front. When he saw Yu Wenhao galloping towards him, he lowered his hat, breathed a sigh of relief, and puffed out white smoke from his mouth.
Yu Wenhao came to the city gate, got off his horse, took a jar of wine from his horse and handed it to him, "It's bitterly cold in Beijun. Maybe the fine wine in the capital can dispel some of the cold."
King Wei smiled, his lips were chapped and bleeding, which made his smile look a little ferocious. He reached out to take it and tied it to the horse, "I can't keep such a small amount of wine in the Great Northern Country. I will have to drink it on the way."
Yu Wenhao looked at him, "When will you come back?"
"Aren't you angry with me anymore?" King Wei asked back.
"It's over." Yuwen Haoyun said lightly, "Brothers should not remember unpleasant things. Besides, you did me a big favor this time, and I should thank you."
"It was you who gave me a sigh of relief. You can handle this matter with anyone, not necessarily me. Lao Wu, let's wait two years and come back to drink with you and renew our brotherhood." King Wei said.
"A person is inevitably lonely, have you ever thought about finding someone else?" Yu Wenhao couldn't bear to see him like this. He shouldn't have mentioned this matter, but as a brother, he still hoped that he would have someone who knew him well.
Hot people.
"Not worthy!" Two words came out of the chapped lips, light and fluttering, but also heavy.
Yu Wenhao looked at him, inexplicably sad, "Is it really irreversible?"
King Wei smiled with a trace of bloodshot eyes, his eyes were as heavy as the lowering sky, "Even more unworthy!"
He turned around and mounted his horse, turned his back to Yu Wenhao, waved his hands, and felt the wind and frost filling his sleeves, "A person like me should die without a body, and his soul will never return to his hometown. Cherish the people around you and treat her better."
Use your best, otherwise you will regret it.”
The horse's hooves flew away in the dust, and a black shadow gradually disappeared on the official road, never to be seen again.
Yu Wenhao led the horse back slowly. Lao San's words made him feel a surge of pain in his chest, which he couldn't get rid of no matter what.
He did not go back to the Yamen, but went back to the mansion. He wanted to talk to Yuan Qingling, but Yuan Qingling went to the college and would not come back until evening.
He sat alone in the study for a while, feeling that sitting like this was boring, so he went to find some snacks to play with.
The dim sum people were in the south room, and Tang Yang taught them how to read. They sat upright and looked eager for knowledge. Tang Yang pointed to the words and asked one by one: "How to read?"
The dim sums answered fluently, and Tang Yang was very satisfied. He touched their heads and said appreciatively: "Guys are so smart."
Baozi chuckled, "Mr. Tang, we can also recite poems. Mom taught us to recite poems."
"Oh? What poem can you recite? Come and recite it and listen." Tang Yang became interested.
Baozi frowned and thought for a moment, "I don't remember the first part of Mo Mo Ji, but I only remember the last few sentences."
"How many more sentences can you remember? Hurry and memorize them!" Tang Yang said with a smile.
Baozi puffed up his chest and recited vigorously: "Generals die in hundreds of battles, and strong men return after ten years to see the emperor. The emperor sits in the hall, carrying male and female rabbits, sharpening knives against pigs and sheep."
After hearing the first few sentences, Tang Yang felt a sudden admiration. Then he heard the last two sentences, which didn't feel right. "How can the emperor carry a male and female rabbit and then sharpen his knife to kill pigs and sheep? Is this how he carries it?"
"That's it." Baozi said.
Tang Yang looked at the glutinous rice balls and glutinous rice, "Really? Is this what my mother taught me?"
Tangyuan couldn't remember it. As for Nuomi, it was always a yes man. It was whatever the elder brother said, so he nodded honestly, "That's it."
"The front is really majestic, but why are you so petty in the back and go back to kill pigs and sheep? Even if you want to kill, there is no reason for the emperor to sit in the hall and do it." Tang Yang muttered.
Yu Wenhao was listening outside. When he heard the words that a general died in a hundred battles and a soldier returned in ten years, he thought of King Wei and felt quite uncomfortable in his heart.
Just after hearing the last two sentences, he couldn't help but laugh, which relieved some of the sadness.
He pushed the door open and asked with a smile: "What? Are you still thinking about asking your imperial grandfather to kill pigs and sheep?"
"Daddy!" When the three little ones saw Yu Wenhao coming, they all shouted happily.
"Your Highness, this doesn't make sense." Tang Yang was still serious, "I have to ask the Crown Princess tonight."
"You ask nicely," Yu Wenhao looked at the three of them and asked, "Can I take you to find the emperor's grandfather?"
"Okay!" the three little ones shouted happily.
The third child passed away today, and the father must be feeling sad. Maybe he should take the children into the palace to visit him.
The carriage was very noisy all the way into the palace, and Yu Wenhao regretted it again.
Family happiness is not so easy to enjoy, especially when one versus three.
"The mung bean pancakes in my great-grandmother's palace are so delicious. My great-grandmother likes to eat them for me." Tang Yuan was thinking about food, so she kept thinking of her great grandmother's delicacies.
Baozi said in an old-fashioned way: "My great-grandmother is dead, how can I give you pancakes?"
"Can't we just ask her to come back?" Tangyuan said.
"How can you come back if you're dead? If you're dead, you're dead and buried underground." Baozi said angrily.
Little Nuomi put her head over and said, "Buried in the ground? That would be so uncomfortable. Can you exhale? It would be uncomfortable to hold in your breath."
"It's not like burying her directly in the ground," Baozi knew better. "You have to brew her in a wooden box first. The wooden box can breathe."
"That's it, that person living in a wooden box is so boring. No one talks to him." Xiao Nuomi suddenly felt sorry for his great-grandmother. He remembered her great-grandmother's kindness to him.
"Then let's talk to her some other time." Tang Yang shook Yu Wenhao's arm, "Dad, take me to see my great-grandmother some other time. I want to eat mung bean pancakes."
Yu Wenhao looked into his dark and innocent eyes, suppressed his sadness and nodded, "Okay, I'll go another day."
"Uncle Xu Yi said that grandma is also dead, but I don't like grandma." Tangyuan said.
"I don't like it either!" Baozi and Xiao Nuomi also agreed. The three little ones had never agreed with one thing so unanimously.
"Everyone is going to die." Baozi suddenly said this sentence, "Everyone will be brewed in a box and buried underground, and only he will be left alone."
When Yu Wenhao heard this, he looked at him in shock.
Death is what everyone has to face. He is a person who has returned from the battlefield and is no stranger to death. Especially when the two armies are facing each other, he has put life and death aside.
However, after getting together with Lao Yuan, he suddenly became afraid of facing death.
Not only his death, he was afraid of everyone around him who he cared about.
He couldn't imagine how he would feel if one day death separated him from Lao Yuan.
This is probably the cruelest thing in the world, because we will never see each other again. People who were once so close, relying on each other day and night, will eventually go their separate ways.
Thinking of this, he suddenly shuddered.
"Who told you this?" Yu Wenhao asked him.
Baozi said: "There is no one, I thought of it myself."
"Don't think about these things in the future." Yu Wenhao said with a serious face. It is really scary for a child under two years old to always think about these things about life and death.
The third child saw that his father looked bad, so he didn't dare to say anything anymore.
Tangyuan, on the other hand, looked at Baozi thoughtfully, with a look of admiration.