In the snowy Yanmen Pass, the war has calmed down and the turmoil has subsided.

Although you can still see the wild animals when you look up, there is still new vitality in the wind and snow. Populus trees are shining in the wind and snow.

An old man with gray hair walked on the snow with his hands on his back. Although his back was straight, his steps were already old.

Behind him, a young man dressed in a servant respectfully held a red plum blossom with one hand and a beautiful food box with the other hand, following behind him from time to time, reminding him from time to time: "Sir, the road is slippery, be careful of your feet."

The old man had no airs of the master and nodded kindly: "It's okay, I won't fall."

When passing by a teahouse, the sound of books came from the inside. The old man stopped and listened with interest. As he listened, he couldn't help but smile, but the smile was filled with tears.

Mr. Storytelling is telling the war that happened here ten years ago.

The storyteller slapped the awakening wood in his hand and said passionately: "On the last time we talked about Jiang Taijun and Xia, who were the top scholar, who were divided into two places to guard the mountains and rivers, and a bright moon sent their lovesickness.

Just as the night was quiet, the sound of killing suddenly spread. The leader of the thorns brought 100,000 troops to the city.

Although Jiang Taijun's heroic appearance was as good as snow, his appearance was not as good as that of the past. When he was in danger, he waved his hand and shot thousands of arrows at the same time. Suddenly, the sharp arrows were like raindrops, and they were like flying glory and shot straight towards the enemy, and screams suddenly came one after another."

The Storyteller is very enthusiastic, and the listeners are all listening with relish. When they hear the excitement, everyone will applaud, but the Storyteller is even more enthusiastic.

When the waiter added tea to the guests, he suddenly saw the old man standing outside the store and bent down and said respectfully: "Sir, come and sit in the store, warm up, drink a bowl of hot tea."

When everyone heard this, they turned their heads and looked at it. When they saw the old man, they all greeted him respectfully.

The old man responded kindly.

The storyteller first came here and did not recognize the old man. He asked a waiter curiously: "Who is this father? Why are everyone so respectful to him?"

The young waiter gave him a blank look: "You are talking about the words of Jiang Taijun and Governor Xia, but you don't even know Jiang Taijun's personal guard, Lord Hanshan!"

"Ah! It's the Lord Hanshan who stood on the horse's back and pushed up the jack gate with only one person's strength!" Mr. Storyteller was in awe.

In that battle ten years ago, Governor Xia led a large army to pursue the victory, and the enemy was about to put down the thousand-pound gate to block them outside the city.

It was Hanshan who rode his horse and stood on the back of the horse before putting down the Qianjin Gate, and for a short while, allowing the large army to move in smoothly. From then on, who doesn’t know the Great Power King in Yanxi?

The waiter said: "Don't he have two Hanshan masters?"

The storyteller was not angry when he was criticized, so he wanted to go up and greet the old man, but the old man had already turned around and left with the waiter.

The storyteller had to give up regretfully and watched his master and servant gradually disappear into the wind and snow.

The old man was Hanshan. He had never been married in his life and stayed by Yuqing's side as a personal guard for her.

He will never forget that year, he was beaten by the shop because of hunger, and Yuqing rescued him.

At that moment, he saw her in a moment of loss of consciousness. There was such a bright moon in the world.

My heart was moved in an instant. That year, he suddenly realized what it was like to like someone.

But she is the master and he is a slave. He is ashamed of himself and dare not express his feelings. He feels that he will be happy as long as he can protect her.

Although he never expressed his feelings to her, she was sensitive and intelligent, and knew his feelings.

Before she got married, she had a long chat with him, so that he could find a suitable woman to get a home so that he would not be too lonely in the future.

Thinking of this, Han Shan smiled slightly. He had her in his heart. How could he be lonely? He is not alone.

But what he didn't expect was that he came to protect her, but in the end he was protected by her and her husband. After a war, he survived.

"Sir, we are here." The attendant reminded softly, looking at Hanshan with concern.

This winter is particularly cold, and the snow falls particularly early. Adults are old and have old diseases. He doesn't want adults to go out in such a cold day.

He said he helped the adults come to see the supervisor, but the adults refused and insisted on doing it himself. He was really afraid that the adults would be frozen in such a cold day.

Hanshan woke up like a dream. Looking at the two sophisticated graves in front of him, he suddenly felt like he wanted to cry.

Here he has been here every year, every day, and the feeling of being so sad that he cannot do it has never been relieved.

But he would rather be sad than come here to see it every day without any storm, otherwise his heart would be empty and lost.

When people get old, their bones become hard, and it's even harder to squat down.

Hanshan squatted down with the help of the attendant and asked the attendant to hand him the food box.

He opened the food box, took out the food inside and placed it between the two graves, and smiled at Yuqing's grave and said, "Master, you all love to eat."

He smiled at Xia Ruohan's grave again: "I didn't specially prepare what I like for adults, so I'll just eat what my master eats. Anyway, the master can't eat so much."

His gaze stayed on Xia Ruohan's tombstone for a long time.

The tombstone reads: The tomb of Xia Ruohan, the Great General of Zhenxi.

In my heart, there are few eunuchs leading troops in the world.

Maybe he is the only one in David's...

Hanshan asked his servant to hand him the red plum blossoms, and then placed them respectfully in front of Yuqing's grave, staring at the grave for a long time.

The attendant also stood by the side for a long time and reminded carefully: "Sir, it's too cold. Let's go back. If you suffer from a cold, it will be bad."

Hanshan didn't say anything, and signaled his servant to help him up.

A little boy walked by with his mother's hand, pointed at the two graves and asked, "Mom, who is buried here?"

"It's Jiang Taijun and the Grand Tutor."

The little boy asked again: "Who are they? Why are they buried here?"

The mother said gently: "They are great heroes and died in battle to protect us and our country. They were buried here to protect the rivers and mountains."

"Then... they are all dead, who will protect us?"

The mother bent down and pointed to the city wall in the distance: "Did you see the person on the city wall?"

The little boy looked in the direction of her finger. In the wind and snow, a majestic figure stood on the city wall, looking ahead.

"Yeah, I saw it." The little boy nodded heavily.

"That person is the General of Zhenguo. With the General of Zhenguo here, he will protect us."

"Mom, when I grow up, I will defend my country like them."

"Okay." Mother smiled and bent her eyes, "Now we will go to worship General Zhenxi and Jiang Taijun first."

When the mother and son came to the grave of Yuqing and his wife, Han Shan smiled at them before leaving.

Behind the mother educated her son and said, "You must never forget to cherish the efforts of General and Jiang Taijun to us."

The little boy replied heavily, "Yes!"

Hanshan thought, maybe one day, people will forget her and her husband, but he will never.

The next day, the wind and snow became stronger, the weather became colder, and Hanshan's old cold legs also broke.

The attendant did not want his master to go out in such weather, but Hanshan was very stubborn and had to go. The attendant could not, and carried him to the grave of Yuqing and his wife in the wind and snow.

I thought in my mind, what does it matter if I do it less?

But he will never understand, and it will have a great impact on Hanshan once.

Only here can you see that person again, that amazing person, that amazing person, made him feel like a fairy descended to earth, the person he rescued him from the brink of death, the person he loved for the rest of his life.

Like yesterday, he offered Shang Yuqing's favorite red plums and delicacies, and gentleness rose in his turbid eyes.

"Master, the little one is here to see you...but this is the last time the little one is here to see you, so please don't be surprised."

I knew his body. Although he was not old yet, the secret wounds accumulated over the years and the never-ending longing all accelerated his aging. He obviously felt that his health was not good.

In fact, I know best when a person will die.

The attendant was unaware of nothing and was very happy to see Hanshan decide not to come again.

He wants him to take good care of himself and live a few more years.

Hanshan narrowed his eyes and leaned against Yuqing's tombstone, looking ahead, thinking of the battle ten years ago.

The battle was extremely difficult and difficult. Just like many years ago, due to insufficient troops, the army of the general of the country was seriously injured.

It was Yuqing and his wife who rushed to help, cooperated inside and outside, and repelled the enemy's troops, and worked hard to force the enemy back hundreds of miles.

If you retreat again, you will retreat to your own nest and the enemy will fight back.

The battle lasted for three days and three nights, and although it ended in the enemy's defeat, Yuqing and his wife were both killed in battle.

The enemy was severely injured by his vitality, so he had to seek peace, cede land and pay compensation, and pay tribute every year, and finally brought peace on the frontier.

Although David won this battle, the price was huge, and more than 300,000 troops were sacrificed!

This was a huge impact on David Chao, and it was an unacceptable loss for those military households.

How much time does the national dynasty have to take to recuperate and recover to recover from these hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses?

Every inch of mountains and rivers is a breeze. This peace is hard to come!

Neither the master nor the supervisor could let go of this place before his death, and he would still have to bury it here after his death to protect the mountains and rivers.

Hanshan thought that he would stay here and protect the mountains and rivers with his master and his wife.

The vision gradually blurred, but a song rang in my ears, which was a song that the owner often hummed:

Who do you love will leave you with so many injuries
To be continued...