1068. Chapter 1068 Waking up from a dream is nothingness
There were guards accompanying him all the way, and everything had been arranged. After leaving the palace, a carriage came to meet him immediately. The token was temporarily taken out, and the city gates were opened by the defenders happily.
Outside the city, the generals of the Yunnan royal family who had been waiting for a long time followed and left Dadu.
The night was already very dark, but fortunately there was a bright moonlight that illuminated everything.
Arnold sat in the carriage, hurried all the way to the city gate, and then ran out of the city from the city gate. She opened the curtain and looked behind the car.
On the city walls of the capital, torches were lit sporadically, and a tall white figure stood there quietly, watching.
For some reason, Arnold's heart felt sour, and tears could not help falling from the corner of her eyes. Even though they were far apart and the light and shadow were dim, she still recognized that the person was real gold. However, this may be the last time they meet, and it will be difficult to see them again in the future.
There is a chance to reunite.
The past ten years have passed by as fast as a shadow.
Arnold gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers and slowly closed his eyes.
"Already gone." Na Muhan climbed onto the city wall and looked towards the almost invisible convoy that was already far away.
Zhenjin didn't seem to hear what he said, and still stood there quietly.
"Taishi Ling has already spoken to them, and they know what to do." Na Muhan looked at the empty official road in the distance with eyes as pure as gold. No one knew where this road went. It was precisely because
This is the best way to protect yourself.
The night wind was still very cold, and Zhenjin coughed again. He covered his lips, and after a long time he gasped and said, "Go back!" After that, he walked down the city wall without looking back.
Four years later
Together, the horses rushed straight into the city from the outside of Dadu City. In front of the city gate, everyone looked at the people on the horse. Following closely behind, several guards came from Juechen. When entering the city, they just raised their hands and showed a token.
On the token, there are only three words "Prince's Mansion".
In the prince's residence, the midwinter snow covered the lush greenery. Ganmala didn't bother to change clothes and went to the backyard. Before he entered the door, he heard a muffled cough.
Hassen was standing guard outside the courtyard. When he saw Ganmala, he immediately greeted him, "Young Master, you are back."
"Well, dad, how are you?"
Hassen sighed and shook his head.
Ganmala stood silently for a while, finally holding back her emotions that were about to explode, and clutched the flower scroll in her hand tightly, "I'll go in and see him."
Stepping into the small courtyard, he saw Zhenjin lying on the soft couch, covered with a thick blanket, his eyes narrowed and looking at the sky. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head and coughed again before he spoke. After a long time,
After calming down, he said, "You're back? Did you get the business done this time? It was much faster than I expected."
"I heard that Abba was unwell, so he rushed back all night." Ganmala walked up to Zhenjin and handed him the scroll in his hand, "I brought it with me when I came back from the Khanate this time. Abba, come here.
Take a look."
When the picture scroll is unfolded, it is a very long narrative picture, from the first time I settled down a long time ago to the outline of daily life. Although it is simple, you can feel the warmth and happiness from the picture.
Zhenjin looked at such a long scroll and almost drew Arnold's life in the past four years on it.
She smiled happily, ran happily on the grassland, taught her children with a pouty face, and smiled as she watched Brother Hu Chi dance with his sword.
Zhenjin's hands began to tremble, and he couldn't help coughing violently. He tried his best to restrain himself from spitting out the blood in his throat, and rolled up the scroll little by little. Looking up at the sky, it started to snow again.
The heavy snow fell like goose feathers, just like the day after she left four years ago.
He seemed to see her when she was still three years old. Her big black eyes made him unable to help but want to take her away. He still remembered her eyes that hated him, her sad look, and the day she got married.
It’s still snowing heavily. Sometimes, if you miss it, you just missed it.
"She's doing well, I'm relieved." His dark brown eyes lost their luster, and the corners of his mouth curved into a last smile, and gradually stiffened. The body's temperature was quickly lost, and it seemed that all the strength in the body was being held tightly.
Scroll on hand.
He was relieved that she was doing well.
From 1285 BC to December of the 22nd year of the Yuan Dynasty, the first prince of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhen Jin, died of illness at the age of forty-three.