In Houfu, Jianping, Kyoto, one of Feng Yi's people sat by the window, watching the ground fall red. Maid-in-waiting Dong Kui walked behind her and put on a cloak for her.
"Winter sunflower, can the prince go back to the house?"
Dongkui gave her a little hand to tie her cloak and replied, "Cross ... hasn't returned to the house yet."
Feng Yizhi slowly closed his beautiful eyes and said nothing. Dong Kui wanted to say something to appease him, but Feng Yizhi motioned to step down. After a long time, the room was silent again.
Feng Yizhi listened to the rain outside the window, and his eyes gradually became moist. Although she hasn't been back to Xijiang for three years, she still remembers that there are always several autumn rains in Mubian Town of Xijiang every year in late autumn. But strangely, the rain in the border areas is not as strong as that in Kyoto.
Three years ago, Feng Yizhi, as the granddaughter of Zhang, the general of Zhenxi, was the most dissolute girl in western Xinjiang. After her parents died, she grew up beside Zhang, learning everything from planning, riding to fighting. Zhang Yan Guang trained her to be the next leader of Zhang Jiajun. From a three-year-old child to an 80-year-old woman, everyone in western Xinjiang knows this beautiful and hot-tempered lady in the general's house in Zhenxi.
"Oh."
Feng Yizhi opened his eyes, and his delicate and gorgeous face looked gloomy.
If we hadn't looked at each other three years ago, if she hadn't moved her heart and took the initiative to save Zhao Tinghe who was drunk and fell into the water, perhaps the most magnificent flower in western Xinjiang wouldn't have pointed her nose at him and called him "pleading" like today, and finally died alone.
"Princess Prince, Prince Prince Prince is back ... but ... it was personally delivered by the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Office."
Dong Kui's voice sounded outside the door, and Feng Yizhi's cold heart felt a little excited, but when he heard the word "Prime Minister's Office", he cooled down again.
When Feng Yizhi arrived, Mrs. Hou was about to leave.
"Yes, I'm drunk and unconscious. I'll bother you tonight." Although the prince was cold to Feng Yi, Mrs. Hou still saved face.
She nodded yes, and then retreated to Mrs. Hou.
In the room, Zhao Tinghe is lying on the sofa, drunk. His handsome face is flushed. He must have drunk a lot.
Feng Yizhi some see leng. How long has this been going on? She saw him resting quietly again, no longer staring at her Leng Mei, and no longer arguing with her. This made her feel a little strange.
She went up to him, took off his shoes and boots, and tried to tuck him in. Zhao Tinghe moved unconsciously, but a handkerchief fell from his arms.
There is a dark orchid pattern on the handkerchief, and the word "Yuan" is embroidered in one corner. Feng Yi knew that this was the handkerchief of the Prime Minister's daughter Li Yuanyuan.
When I first arrived in Kyoto, Feng Yi heard that Li Yuanyuan was the first talented woman in Kyoto and the apple of the Prime Minister's eye. More importantly, she is Zhao Tinghe's sweetheart. Zhao Ting studied with Li Shi, the prime minister, and had many contacts with her. She once praised her for her "good temperament and brilliant talent".
On their wedding day, she also came. I have to admit that Li Yuanyuan is really talented and noble, and his figure is very touching. When she appeared that day, Zhao Tinghe's eyes no longer retained Feng Yizhi's half tenderness.
Today, her husband was drunk and unconscious, and there were other women's private things in his arms ... What did they do and didn't do?
Oh, by the way, today seems to be Li Yuanyuan's birthday. Mrs. Hou seems to know that her son and Li's daughter are at odds, and she is afraid that Feng Yi will think too much, so she will not be allowed to deal with the gift.
With this in mind, Feng Yizhi's look is as cold as ice.
Two days later, Kyoto received an urgent report that Emperor Rong had invaded western Xinjiang on a large scale. General Zhenxi invited him to fight. Under the orders of the emperor, Zhang led the heroic battle.
Feng Yizhi was very anxious when he knew about it. She knew that although her ancestors were brave, they were old and had no eyes on the battlefield, so casualties were inevitable.
"Princess Prince, Liu Gongzi ordered an urgent letter from home."
Just when he was worried, Feng Yizhi received a letter from Liu Hao.
The son of Zhang's late subordinates grew up with Feng Yi's adoption. In his letter, he assured Feng Yi that he had been on the battlefield with Zhang, and that he had cronies in the western Xinjiang, and he would definitely win back.
A few figures made Feng Yizhi's eyes red.
Another half month passed.
That day, Zhao Tinghe didn't leave his post until late at night. As soon as he got back to the office, he went into Lanting Hospital to find Feng Yizhi.
The prince seldom goes to Lanting Hospital, but the prince's look seems to suppress his anger. People were silent and just looked at each other.
"Feng Yizhi!"
In the room, Feng Yizhi leans on the beauty couch and reads a book. Zhao Tinghe in anger, all the words in his hand fell to the ground.
Zhao Tinghe saw the beauty half leaning on the couch, her cheeks covered with snow, and she looked a little surprised, as if she had been frightened.
He only paused for a moment, and then asked sharply, "What's your relationship with Benson Liu? Zhang Jiajun is losing ground, and the secret report says that there are spies in the army. This person is Benson Liu! "
"... impossible, it can be verified? "Feng Yizhi was shocked from the heart, but not on the surface.
"What is impossible? ! Your Majesty is under investigation. He intercepted your personal letter to Benson Liu the other day. I don't care what your relationship is, but you have to remember that since you joined Jianping Houfu, you have to remember that you are no longer a Zhang family member! Put away your thoughts that you shouldn't have! "
Zhao Tinghe left and ordered Feng Yi to be placed under house arrest.
"Miss prince and princess ..."
Dongkui clearly heard their quarrel outside the door, and saw her young lady standing there crying silently. She was very distressed.
She is Feng Yizhi's servant girl. She knows best how presumptuous Feng Yi is in western Xinjiang and how much injustice she has suffered in Kyoto. She still remembers the joy of the young lady when she was about to get married, and the way she cried on the wedding day because the prince stayed in the study.
Her young lady is the apple of General Zhenxi's eye, but when she arrived in Beijing, she was ridiculed by your daughters as a barbarian from the western Xinjiang. She was wronged, but all she got was the prince's cold eyes and ridicule. The blind prince doesn't know, but she knows. Without Li Yuanyuan's encouragement at the party, no one dared to target the young lady many times.
Dongkui couldn't help crying. She rushed in and knelt beside Feng Yizhi, holding her cold hand: "Miss, Master Liu wouldn't do such a thing. Let's go back to the west of Xinjiang ... You suffered too much injustice in Kyoto ... Woo hoo ... "
Feng Yizhi waved the figure.
She used to worry that Zhao Tinghe misunderstood her relationship with Benson Liu, so she deliberately explained that she only got a sentence of "I don't care", but now she asked about the relationship on her own initiative, because it might affect his official career.
She never spoke, but slowly clenched Dongkui's hand.
The next day, Feng Yizhi waited outside Zhao Tinghe's study for a long time, hoping he could help to inquire about JiaHe Zhang.
"Prince princess, please go back. You've been waiting here for a long time without dropping a drop of water. " The steward was fed up and spoke again.
However, Feng Yizhi was pale, but still stood outside the door.
Her heart is full of sadness. If she had been herself, she would have been desperate to find out the truth for herself. Now, she has become a bird in the backyard, with broken wings and claws. She can only rely on food and beg for a little pity.
Gradually, there was a cramp in the lower abdomen, and Feng Yizhi's eyes turned black and passed out.
When she woke up, she was already lying on the sofa. Only Dongkui cried and swollen her eyes and looked at her.
"... winter sunflower, can the prince still be here? Help me up. "
"Young lady, you have come to Kwai Shui, and you haven't eaten for another day. You've been in the sun for a long time, don't move! "
"I know very well, Prince ..."
"Young lady! Prince, he's ... long gone. Shortly after you passed out, it was reported that Miss Li's chariots and horses were frightened in the street, and she came to help because she was close to Jianping Houfu. The prince ... He went to help without saying anything ... "
After hearing this, Feng Yizhi stopped struggling to get up. She looked at the empty bed.
For a long time, bean-sized tears rolled down from her eyes and wet her temples.
Feng Yizhi remembered the past again. Originally, she thought Zhao Tinghe was just cold-tempered. In order to enhance their affection, she washed her hands and made soup for him without touching the spring water. She always twisted embroidery needles for him with a whip hand ... but what did she get in return?
I cooked the soup for three hours and gave it to him casually. He only used a belt made of ten fingers and was called "looking for trouble" ... It was not until that night that Feng Yizhi knew that he only married her because she saved him, just because Mrs. Hou did something for the declining Houfu.
That night, Feng Yizhi also stared at the bed and shed tears all night. After that, I no longer took the initiative to please, but also kept away from Mrs. Hou, just thinking about getting along with each other and not causing trouble to my grandparents.
She thought her tears had dried up, and she wouldn't shed any more tears for Zhao Tinghe, but she didn't know that she would make the same mistake again today.
After that, Feng Yizhi got a serious illness and stayed in bed for eight or nine consecutive days, unaware of the changes outside.
Mrs. Hou invited a doctor and sent good medicine. However, Zhao Tinghe never appeared. It was not until one day that Feng Yizhi could sit up and face people that he appeared.
Zhao Tinghe sat down beside her bed and took out a gold hairpin from her pocket. The style is not exquisite, but the materials used are very expensive.
Feng Yizhi listened to his ruthlessness, saying that he successfully repelled Rong Di and enhanced China's prestige. However, Zhang was seriously injured and had no worries about his life.
What happened in Liu Hao has come out. It was the son of the Prime Minister who was greedy for food and grass and falsely accused him of collaborating with the enemy. Benson Liu was seriously injured and reported it in secret. Only in this way can he exchange his innocence and help the barracks to break the enemy. The emperor was furious, the son of the prime minister was beheaded on another day, the prime minister's house was copied, and the prime minister's family was exiled to Lingnan.
Zhao Tinghe explained to her all the troubles these days before handing her the gold hairpin in her hand: "I apologize for this hairpin. I was worried a few days ago. "
Feng Yizhi a slight ash, Zhao Tinghe ever take the initiative to apologize to her?
The only time, he took the carriage home first because of anger, leaving her in the suburbs without bodyguards, so that she and Dongkui finally walked home. That apology was forced by Mrs. Hou because she couldn't stand it.
On second thought, Mrs. Hou should also let him come this time. After all ... Zhang Jiahe and Benson Liu have made great contributions, but they have also been wronged. The emperor should be rewarded.
Zhao Tinghe saw Feng Yizhi's beautiful eyes tactfully. I don't know what happened. He picked up the golden hairpin and put it on the pillow. He lay down without saying a word and closed his eyes with his back to him.
He has some resentment for this, but Feng Yizhi's weak willows are out of the wind, and he suddenly fell into a trance.
I don't know when she became like this. He remembers that when he first met her, she was a clever girl with a whip on her waist, and she was unreasonable. Now, she is like fragile porcelain, cold and distant.
He admitted that when he resisted for a long time, he married her, not only because Hou Fu had a way out, not only because his mother threatened him with death, but also because ... every time the girl looked at him, her eyes were full of love and admiration. Only later, he always struggled between Yuanyuan and her.
Zhao Tinghe always tells himself that Li Yuanyuan is sincere to him. But he forgot that the girl who left home thousands of miles away and married him without hesitation once treated him sincerely.
A few days later, the queen heard that Feng Yizhi had just been ill for a long time and gave her many valuable medicinal materials. Feng Yizhi knew that Benson Liu should go to Beijing soon.
Another great event in Kyoto is that the once-splendid Prime Minister's family will be exiled.
But that day, Zhao Tinghe didn't return to the house until midnight, and a woman followed him.
There was a quarrel in Jianping Houfu in the middle of the night, which woke Feng Yizhi who had already rested. She came to the front hall with winter sunflower, and saw Mrs. Hou's face was pale, and her husband and stood side by side. She pulled out a sneer and stung the crack in her heart.
"Miss Li visit late at night, I don't know what's the matter? As far as I know, today should be the period when the Li family was exiled to Lingnan. "
Li Yuanyuan didn't speak, but with tears in his eyes, he bowed his head, very cute.
Sure enough, Zhao Tinghe stepped forward and blocked Li Yuanyuan. He stared at Feng Yizhi's eyes, hesitated for a long time, and said something that made Feng Yizhi feel sad: "In other words, I want to take Yuan Yuan as my concubine, and she shouldn't be involved in this matter."
Feng Yizhi did not respond. Her heart said, tears really won't flow again, because she was only hurt badly enough before.
Zhao Tinghe watched Feng Yizhi approach without saying a word, thinking that she was going to refute, and added, "I am sincere about Yuanyuan."
He suddenly saw a sneer on Feng Yizhi's beautiful and flamboyant face, and then he smiled sadly. He heard her voice so weak, and he asked him, "Do you know that in the past, I really treated you?"
Zhao Tinghe didn't expect what she would say, and said blankly, "How about ... if you allow her in, I will treat her with courtesy."
"Oh." The chuckle hit him in the face like a powerful slap.
Feng Yizhi looked at Zhao Tinghe's surprised expression, and when he saw Li Yuanyuan pulling the man's sleeve, he suddenly felt carefree.
She stared at Li Yuanyuan's small Pingping Zhang face and said, "Miss Li, at least you were the daughter of the Prime Minister. Would you like to be a concubine? It really opened my eyes. "
Li Yuanyuan see Feng Yizhi look a little cold, the line of sight like a sharp arrow quenching poison.
"Feng Yizhi, you don't ..." Zhao Tinghe just wanted to open his mouth to maintain, but Feng Yizhi interrupted him.
"Don't what? Lang Qing's feelings are intolerable to others. " Feng Yizhi sneers again. Qingyin said, "I've always admired Miss Li's talent, but I'm really wronged to be an aunt. Zhao Tinghe, I'm leaving you. "
In a word, four shocked.
Zhao Tinghe opened his eyes in disbelief, and Li Yuanyuan was also surprised. Mrs. Hou was the first person to publicly express her opposition. She threatened not to let Li Yuanyuan in or leave.
Feng Yizhi looked at the farce in front of him lightly, only felt very tired and closed his eyes unhappily.
Dongkui cried her eyes out, took her hand and whispered, "Miss, you are right. Let's leave now. Dongkui will take you back to Xijiang, and no one will bully you anymore! "
My girl gave Zhao Tinghe and Li Yuanyuan a bad look and helped Feng Yizhi to leave.
Mrs. Hou was in a hurry and pulled forward, which was a mess.
"That's enough!" Zhao Tinghe shout at top of voice, quiet around.
He walked up to Feng Yizhi and said stiffly, "I said I would be nicer to you in the future and stop making trouble."
Feng Yizhi smiled. Before she could speak, she heard a pleasant male voice: "Let me see, who is teaching our daughter?"
They turned around and saw a constantly chauffeured man from Yushu, Lan Zhi, striding over with two guards. One side of Hou Fu housekeeper can't stop him, full head big sweat.
"Master Liu!" Winter sunflower cried with joy when she saw the bearer.
Feng Yizhi's eyes were blurred with tears from the moment he heard the sound.
Benson Liu found that the little girl in her memory lost a lot of weight in these three years, her eyes were red and swollen, and she lost her sharpness and publicity. His heart ached suddenly, but this is the girl he is willing to protect with his life. ...
Benson Liu went straight to Feng Yi's side and protected him behind him: "Prince, long time no see. It seems that we should marry you and lead a bad life! "
He has been on the battlefield for many years and has been tempered by swords and shadows. He swept away the people of Houfu, and he was full of deterrence.
"Home to give us the zhangs' raised, tomorrow I will enter the palace to meet home. Even if the prince doesn't want to leave, I will ask the saint for a parting letter. "
Say, with Feng Yi out of the house, no one dare to stop. Zhao Tinghe eyes heavy, the line of sight of Li Yuanyuan suddenly staring at Zhao Tinghe.
Feng Yizhi looked at Benson Liu's tall figure and felt the emotions in his chest rolling hard.
She remembers the shock when Benson Liu learned that she was going to marry Zhao Tinghe three years ago. Only then did she know what he thought. Three years ago, he got as drunk as a fiddler at her wedding reception, waving his fist to warn Zhao Tinghe to be nice to her. Three years later, he suddenly appeared like a god and took her away from that sad place.
Benson Liu took Feng Yizhi to the front of the carriage. When she stared at herself, her heart melted into a pool of water. He picked her up and took her to the carriage. It was not until they sat down in the car and looked at each other that Liu Hecai realized that his behavior was rude.
Is Feng Yizhi see Benson Liu blushing cheeks, smile through tears first. They looked at each other with a smile, but they didn't talk for a long time.
The next day, the streets of Kyoto were talking about two things.
First of all, the emperor rewarded General Zhang He and appointed him General Zuo. The second is to give Jianping Hou Shizi and Shizi Fei a chance to separate.
These days, Feng Yizhi has been staying in a temporary residence in Benson Liu. Benson Liu collected all kinds of food and toys to clean her heart and sent them to her room.
On the other side of Jianping Houfu, the book was delivered after repeated shirking, and only eight betrothal gifts were returned. He said that Dong Kui and his generals had come to get Feng Yi's dowry, but they failed to land. My little girl chattered with her as soon as she came back, saying that the dowry had moved away, most of Hou Fu's warehouses were empty, and Mrs. Hou and Li Yuanyuan's faces were stiff.
Feng Yizhi drinks tea with a smile and doesn't comment. Since the death of Jianping Hou, Houfu has declined. Although Zhao Tinghe has made some achievements in officialdom, he is not good at management. Houfu is an empty shell.
Dongkui was afraid that she would be unhappy and urged her to go to the teahouse.
Unexpectedly, just out of the teahouse, I saw Zhao Ting and Li Yuanyuan coming out of the opposite shop, and the page behind him was carrying bags.
Winter sunflower spirit not dozen 1 come, but Feng Yizhi was surprised to find that his heart did not fluctuate greatly. She took a look and got into the carriage. Zhao Tinghe stopped her again.
"Zhiyi, how are you ...? "
Feng Yizhi smiled faintly. He used to call her by her first and last name, and only called her by her first name when she was embarrassed. Now that they have nothing to do, he has become more intimate.
She didn't answer, got into the carriage and left.
Zhao Tinghe felt burning pain on his face. Looked at Li See round worried, he felt unappreciative again.
He was inexplicably embarrassed at night and drank two pots of wine at the moon in Lanting Garden. The smell of wine is getting stronger, so he habitually asks people to serve tea. The servant girl respectfully handed a cup of tea, but he took a sip and vomited.
"What the hell is this? Benshizi used to drink Dahongpao after drinking! "
The servant girl knelt down trembling and begged for mercy, saying that it was always prepared by the former prince and princess ... She didn't know much about it, so she went to change a cup of tea.
Zhao Tinghe listened like a deflated ball, from anger to depression.
He remembers that when he first married her, he often came home late with a hangover to vent his anger. At first, she would warm a pot of Dahongpao and leave a lamp to watch her come home.
Later ... after being scolded once by myself who was half drunk and half awake, I stopped leaving the light. But a pot of warm dahongpao has never been absent. He always thought ... this tea was prepared by your servant. ...
He doesn't know why there is always something unsatisfactory in his life after a woman he doesn't love leaves. The maid behind the screen, Zhao Tinghe was as drunk as a fiddler.
Li Yuanyuan stood under the cloister and watched for a long time.
At the end of the month, Feng Yizhi and Benson Liu set off for western Xinjiang. Feng Yizhi really didn't expect that in Kyoto, a place where no one made friends with her, it was Li Yuanyuan who came to see me off.
"Although I don't love Zhao Tinghe, I need this opportunity. I did take it personally against you in the past, but it was not my intention to let you leave. Believe it or not, I admire you and envy you. " She gave Feng Yi a gold hairpin and left.
It's a hairpin used by Zhao Tinghe to apologize.
"Miss, let's go!" Not far from the winter sunflower saw Li Yuanyuan go and shouted.
Feng Yizhi looked at Jin Chai, loosened his hand and turned to leave. Chai Jin got stuck in the mire and sent his horses and chariots away alone.
Jianping Houfu.
Zhao Tinghe quit his job, looking tired and immersed in foggy hot water.
Recently, my work is not smooth, and I always encounter some trivial troubles, which is exhausting. A few days ago, Yuanyuan proposed to herself implicitly. Somehow, he even escaped punishment.
After taking a shower, he didn't go back to the study. Feng Yizhi left and moved back to the first room of Lanting Hospital, but he always felt that the trace of that woman was lingering. He was very unhappy yesterday and ordered all the decorations in the room to be replaced. The minions finally handed over a pile of copybooks left by Feng Yizhi and asked him how to deal with them.
Zhao Tinghe wanted to be burned, but somehow, his mouth was left on the desk. Page after page, her handwriting is Youlong, the Gobi Desert on the grassland, and the heroes on the battlefield. I don't want her on weekdays, but I like ... such as the beautiful girl who came to Kyoto for the first time.
Zhao Tinghe turned over half a day and saw an unfinished painting inside.
It was a picture of a husband standing side by side with a fan and a shy girl. The man is his appearance, and the woman's face is not finished. There is a poem on the painting: when you are drunk, you sleep soundly and lose the tea fragrance. At the time, it was just unusual.
"At that time, only ... unusual ..."
Zhao Tinghe waited for a while to read the last sentence, and suddenly there were countless regrets.
For two months in a row, the stronger his emotions were, the more he remembered Feng Yizhi leaning against the sofa reading in the house and remembering her playing with flowers and plants in the yard ... Zhao Tinghe felt that he might not hate her so much for the first time.
He began to drink and paralyze himself. Every night, he asked Li Yuanyuan to play chess poems, hoping that he would not think of Feng Yi again.
However, just as Li Yuanyuan was deeply in love and his lips were about to touch, Feng Yizhi's sad face suddenly appeared in his mind. She said, "Do you know that in the past, I really treated you?"
Like being struck by lightning, he immediately pushed Li Yuanyuan's face close at hand and fled back to his room, lost in thought on the unfinished painting.
With the passage of time, Li Yuanyuan was unknown in the government, which gradually attracted the criticism of the servants. Even Mrs. Hou saw something was wrong with her son and advised him to be a concubine and marry. Zhao Tinghe turned a deaf ear.
Until that night, he was drinking in Lanting Hospital. Li Yuanyuan came to him with a cold face and asked him if he was in love with Feng Yizhi and regretted taking her back to the office. Zhao Tinghe said nothing and focused on drinking.
Li Yuanyuan finally couldn't stand it and knocked down the hip flask.
"Zhao Tinghe, you don't be silly! When you said you had a crush on me, you said you hated Feng Yizhi! What are you doing in front of my eyes now? ! "
"I tell you, it's no use regretting. She's already dead. When she left Beijing, I brought the gold hairpin you gave her. Guess what? She threw it away! Throw it out mercilessly! "
Zhao Tinghe didn't react until he heard the word "Jin Chai". He stumbled back to his room and rummaged through everything, but he really couldn't find Jin Chai. He didn't stand there until Li Yuanyuan hugged him from behind.
Zhao Tinghe turned around and saw Feng Yizhi's face. He touched her face trembling and finally apologized to her and begged her not to leave her. Li Yuanyuan felt that all her blood was frozen in one place, but she kissed it. If nothing else, she wants a child, a child who can make her stand in Jianping Houfu.
In spring, Jianping Houfu finally had a happy event-Li Yuanyuan came in and was pregnant with a child.
However, before the child was born, Zhao Tinghe asked the emperor to release him to the northwest. He was originally compiled by the Imperial Academy, so that he could observe politics and have a bright future. The number of Beijing officials released from prison is very small.
Mrs. Hou fainted on the spot with anger. When she woke up from her hospital bed, she still called Zhao Ting and unfilial, thinking that she was ashamed of Jianping Hou who died young.
On the other hand, Li Yuanyuan was very calm from beginning to end. She packed his luggage, took care of the servant, and sent him away from Beijing early the next morning. It was not until she returned to the first room of Lantingyuan that she could no longer find the picture of Zhao Tinghe, who became speechless day by day, that she began to cry hysterically.
Three years later, in Yanggu City, northern Xinjiang.
"It's great that Taishou can solve the problem and take in this desperate child."
"Yes, yes, it's really our parents!"
……
The little boy whose parents died was taken back to a slightly humble mansion by the prefect.
Zhao Tinghe took him to the study, and let this boy be his own extremely, and be responsible for sweeping the floor in the study first. The little boy nodded solemnly when his eyes lit up.
He looked around the study curiously, timidly pointed to a portrait on the wall and asked, "My Lord, that painting is really beautiful. Is it you and your wife? "
The kind satrap didn't answer his question, but touched his head.
Two years later, in the winter of the solstice, the Huns attacked Yanggucheng. The reinforcements haven't arrived yet, and there is little food and grass left in the city.
The little boy has grown up, but he has never seen anything like it.
Ten days after the satrap and the soldiers fought hard, there was a bang at the gate, and the roar of Xiongnu reached Yanggucheng. People in the city panicked and wailed everywhere. The gaunt satrap asked the women and children in the city to find a place to hide, and ordered the men in the city to raise their weapons and fight for the country.
The boy heard someone shouting from his hiding place, "Zhang Jiajun is coming! Reinforcements have arrived! "
He shook his shovel, regardless of his aunt's stop, and rushed to the tower, hoping to help the satrap. I saw the satrap with an arrow in his abdomen, half leaning on the tower, staring at the battlefield under the tower.
This is a beautiful woman with high hair, wearing armor and holding a pike, who killed the Huns one by one. Blood splashed on her face, but it didn't stop her from climbing out of the gun.
When the boy saw the satrap looking at the woman, his lips moved and his eyes were full of attachment and surprise.
When the Xiongnu army was defeated and Zhang Jiajun won a total victory, the boy recognized this woman-the person in the Taishou's painting.
The woman was directing soldiers to carry the dead and wounded, and a handsome general came from behind her. The two were very close, and the general reached out and fiddled with the messy hair for the woman. The two men smiled at each other in the sunset.
The boy looked at the two men, and then looked sideways at the sleeping adult bandaged. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.