"To be honest, I have never seen Murong Canghai like this. He really doesn't look like him at all, which makes me very uncomfortable..." Murong Yunqing said while wrapping the gauze.
Su Yueming raised her eyes and looked at Murong Yunqing, waiting for him to continue.
The incense burner next to you has white steam rising up, exuding a light and pleasant fragrance. The room is silent, and occasionally you can hear the sound of water dripping.
Murong Yunqing's eyes were filled with sadness. He sighed slightly and said -
"I remember that the winter of that year was extremely cold. It snowed heavily for seven days and seven nights, and the ice in the moat was said to have frozen three feet. When I was four years old, I still felt cold even after wearing a deerskin shirt made by my mother.
He stayed in the house all day warming himself by the fire, refusing to go out and yelling at his slaves to make the fire brighter.
However, the eldest brother is not afraid of the cold. On such a cold day, he goes into the mountains to hunt alone, and comes back with a full load every time. He also accompanies his father to train soldiers. At the age of twelve, he is highly skilled in martial arts, and is proficient in killing, shooting, riding and hunting.
He has enjoyed a high reputation in the military. He is the pride of his father and the pride of our Murong family.
At that time, the Dali Kingdom invaded, and the war with the Dali Kingdom required water warfare. However, our Qin soldiers were not familiar with the nature of water, so they suffered repeated defeats. The 100,000-strong army soon lost its defensive power, and the war people lived in dire straits.
, it was miserable, the war also caused instability in the government and the opposition, and the national treasury began to suffer a deficit.
Seeing that the border town was about to be lost, the emperor finally sent his father to lead troops to fight against the enemy invaders.
As soon as my father arrived at the border, he fought three victorious battles in a row. Suddenly, the enemy soldiers were frightened when they heard his name.
The morale of the officers and soldiers increased greatly, and they thought they were about to defeat the enemy. However, they did not expect that the fourth time the two armies fought, they were severely defeated. One hundred thousand soldiers and horses were in danger, and no one survived.
In the end, my father died tragically under the enemy's sword, and his head was hung on the city wall. It was later found out that it was a spy in the army who cooperated internally and externally, and defeated his father.
My father's body was brought back, but there was no head and only a body. My mother was heartbroken and wanted to follow her father, but fortunately she was stopped.
My mother collapsed. The funeral was held by her eldest brother. On the third day after my father was buried, my mother committed suicide and followed my father when no one was paying attention.
From that day on, the eldest brother became the pillar of the Murong family. He replaced his father and took charge of everything in the family.
However, the man died. Although his father sacrificed his life for the country and the emperor praised him, there was no one at home. With the departure of his father and mother, his former disciples and staff also left one after another. His power was once flourishing.
The Murong family began to become sparse and no one cared about it.
Then, we began to be ostracized and suppressed by officials from the DPRK and China. My father clearly sacrificed his life for the country, but he was said to be a fearful man because he abandoned the city and ran away so that the enemy invaders could capture our city defenses.
As a result, we became the sons of traitors and were ridiculed. Even if we were recognized while walking on the street, we would still have our backs stabbed.
At that time, I was still young and ignorant, and I didn't understand anything. My eldest brother was bullied at this time and saw all the hardships in the world, but no matter what, he would never let me feel wronged in the slightest.
He practiced silently, quietly waiting for an opportunity that belonged to him.