Once the palace and the imperial capital are cleaned up, it is the funeral of the emperor.
When the news of the emperor's death was announced to the world, it was when Feng Danyuan admitted that "he had lost his father."
From then on, he really had no way out.
It is said that nothing in this world can be empathetic. But the modern Wei Zi lost her parents when she was seventeen years old. Those dark and long years seemed to be engraved into her soul like a brand. How could she not understand this moment?
Feng Danyuan?
The past has become a cloud, the way forward is still unclear, everything is nothingness, everything is meaningless.
That is the pain of losing a loved one.
Feng Danyuan, who experienced countless deaths on the battlefield and grew up in the turmoil of the imperial city, is naturally stronger than she was then.
But no matter how strong he is, his heart will feel sad - maybe it's a numb pain, maybe it's like a dull knife cutting flesh.
No matter what it was, she wanted to give him a good rub.
*
Wei Zi didn't speak again, but Feng Danyuan understood everything when she hugged him.
He thought he had hidden all his emotions well, but in front of her, there was nothing to hide.
She understood his sadness.
Everyone thinks that Feng Danyuan is invincible and indestructible, and his reputation as the "God of War" is powerful throughout the world.
But what kind of god is he?
Just mortals with mortal bodies.
He will be hurt, scared, uncomfortable, and sad.
It's just that this kind of emotion has no effect except holding him back, and he gradually gave up on it.
Until Wei Zi appeared.
Those seven emotions and six desires were revived again. He didn't know whether this was good or bad. The emotions that had been smoothed out suddenly became alive. He might not be used to it at first, but when he accepted it calmly, he could see the vastness of the world again.
, feel the real strength in your heart.
Perhaps it was because of this that when he learned that the emperor had passed away, he felt unbelievable, sad, and angry, but all of these were quickly suppressed by his strong heart and smoothed over little by little.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, everything will pass.
But today Wei Zi told him: He doesn't have to carry it alone, she is here, and so are his grandmother and the others.
This feeling, well, is a bit special...
The strings that had been tight since the mudslide in Yushan suddenly loosened. The fatigue that I had not felt even after not sleeping for the past few days suddenly came over me like a mountain.
Feng Danyuan closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Like a newborn baby, defenseless and at ease.
When Wei Zi heard his heavy but steady breathing, she knew he was asleep. Her heart relaxed inexplicably, and she found a comfortable position and closed her eyes in his arms.
*
The dreamland is all white, the sky and the earth are the same color, and the silence is vast.
I don’t know how long it took, but the wind picked up on the ground. The thick snow seemed to be lifted up by a pair of invisible giant hands, and the snow and pebbles flew all over the sky.
When it fell, the snow turned into blinding blood, the stones turned into all kinds of broken limbs, and the sounds of killing and screams were endless.
A group of people struggled to escape in the blood and rain. They were a dozen people who were so injured that they could no longer recognize their original appearance, protecting a young man who was also seriously injured.
