At night, heavy rain fell from outside the window, dissipating the annoying heat. The room was lit with warm lights, and Hongti was sewing a piece of clothing with needles and threads. The clothes should have been a scholar's robe, but due to Ning Yi's persistence, it finally became a "handsome chivalrous uniform" designed by Ning Yi himself. The reason was that Hongti was a female hero, and it was better to sew a chivalrous uniform after marrying someone.

As for Hongti himself, he doesn't think there is any difference between a female hero and an ordinary person. In her eyes, perhaps Ning Yi is more like a scholar than a blood-handed man. The two were in the marriage and moved out to live in several other houses. This was what the old man Liang Bingfu insisted on. After getting married, he should have some space to live with. Some people in the yard were too annoying. What the old man said was annoying even included himself. Sometimes they even went to accompany the old man to have supper, and the old man would ask them to go back to eat. Moreover, Liang Bingfu believed that as the leader of the village, she should have this privilege.

Because of this reason, the two moved to several relatively quiet old houses beside the small platform on the mountainside. Outside, you can overlook the entire Qingmu Village, but not many people can see their lives. Once the evening comes, this place will become a small world for them.

They came back after dinner with Liang Bingfu, and half of them cooked here. Ning Yi was a person who never got tired of eating, and Hongti was quite rough. Therefore, during dinner, Ning Yi often cooked and fryed two side dishes himself, while Hongti was responsible for cooking, making fire, washing dishes and other things. Although [日本] Literature "//cfwx"target="_blank">cfwx took care of most of the housework, Hongti still felt that letting Ning Yi cook was incompetent, but she had spent so many years in the mountains. Even if she wanted to study, she could not become a chef.

It may be inappropriate to say that they are respectful to each other, because Ning Yi's behavior is often unconventional and extraordinary, but in life, they are in line with each other and in the same way. The newlywed couple does feel satisfied and happy in such a life. Compared with the Su family of the fabric family, Hongti's needlework skills are not very good, but they can put a pair of soles for their men and make a piece of clothing. It is also the source of satisfaction and happiness for women in the mountains.

After dinner, the two of them took a walk nearby, or went down to the village to say hello to people they knew. When the candles at night were on, Hongti was doing needlework under the lamp, occasionally looking at the men who were reading or writing beside him. Sometimes they chatted and talked about the wishes they had in the past and their whispers about the future. Sometimes they would also be a son-in-law, which only belongs to the couple.

Ning Yi is essentially a man with extremely wanton personality and wild personality. Although he is hidden from the appearance of gentleness and indifference, he is just because he has experienced many things indifferently, but he does not have to face the people around him like this. Sometimes there are son-in-law or even slightly perverted ideas. Hongti's gentle temperament will inevitably be bullied by him in silence and obedience.

In fact, in her heart, she could not say that she rejected Ning Yi's excessive demands on her. She just felt shy, shy, and particularly shy. Ning Yi told her that "everyone else is like this", and she had to think that she was a wealthy family in the city, and that's how she was, and then she felt blushing. But there was no one around, and blushing in front of her man, perhaps it was a matter of what his wife would experience.

The lights are warm and whispering at night, sometimes even the heat will fade away. This often happens when she pushes Ning Yi through the acupoints for the palace. At this time, the two are already husband and wife. In order to relieve the damage to the body caused by breaking the six paths, they often don’t have such simple massages. Sometimes when Ning Yi has a certain letter and some **, she can only bear the "bitter fruit" of being bullied with a hot face.

Or maybe it was late at night, Hong Ti was filled with water in the bathtub. When Ning Yi asked Ning Yi to take a bath, Ning Yi often refused to let her go, and she had to untidy her clothes in the room. Ning Yi untied the tether of her bellyband, and she would stack her clothes, bellyband and underwear next to her, and then walked over under Ning Yi's gaze and entered the water.

After getting along for a long time, because Ning Yi often regards her as a heroine, she occasionally whispers: "You will bully the hero..." and then blushed slightly. However, this blushing was just when Ning Yi was watching her. When the two of them were close together and their skin was on a blind date, she no longer felt shy, but only felt that it was the duty of the couple.

In the hot summer, people living in the mountain villages quietly change their shapes and gradually clear the mountain roads... For the two of them, there was a long time since they had a cognition in their hearts: Ning Yi will return to Bianliang sooner or later, while Hongti still has to guard her village. The future between the two may still be together. Therefore, Hongti cherishes the clothes for him, puts the soles of the shoe, and makes shoes. Hongti can accept Ning Yi's various requests with shyness, and accepts those who want to be too overwhelming and irritating. There should be part of the reasons for this.

Sometimes when he dreamed at midnight, Ning Yi felt that he was sorry for Hongti. If possible, he sometimes even wanted to stay here forever, stay in this war-torn mountain village, accompany this woman who has experienced countless hardships but is still strong and docile. Looking back on the past, he also had such imagination for everyone around him. If he had no wife Su Tan'er, he might have lived with Yun Zhu in his place. If only Su Tan'er, he might have accompanied her to manage the family. If he met Liu Xigua early, he might have accompanied her to manage the Badao Camp, or wandered around the world to avenge his grudges. And if Hongti had taken him back to Qingmu Village early in the morning, he might have taken root here now. Among them, there are Chan'er, Jin'er... and so on.

Of course, based on such expectations, he may also meet other women who make him moved. Men always seem fickle. If they are in the future, they have to make choices and continue to feel. [,!] The regrets and happiness after being chosen, of course, may only enjoy the satisfaction of carnality and no longer nostalgic for feelings under the expansion of money and power. In such an era, although he can get along with them with justification, he can only feel the guilt after every debt.

As long as he is in the world, he will never have the so-called absolute perfection. In this situation, whether greed or fickle, this is the only direction he can go. During this period, the affairs of the Wu Dynasty, the affairs of the Jin Dynasty, and even the affairs of Genghis Khan who was far away in Mongolia, the affairs of the small Luliang Mountains, the affairs of the Prime Minister's Mansion and the affairs of this half of the universe were all mixed together. Even he himself could not write clearly what would happen in the future.

At the end of June and at the beginning of July, the leader of the Liao Kingdom who realized the combat power of Qingmu Village was named Ma Jun, and sent an envoy to bow to Qingmu Village to surrender. The next step was the negotiations under Ning Yi's control. The preparation for "beating the big rooster" was still becoming more full day by day with the increase of elm cannons and landmines. Although it would take some time, the future results will only become clearer.

On this night when the heavy rain fell in early July, Hongti, who was embraced by Ning Yi and wearing only a bellyband, opened her eyes from her sleep. Hearing the noise from the yard in the distance. The two of them put on their clothes and flew out. When they arrived at Liang Bingfu's yard, the old man was already in a fake death. He seemed to want to get up to drink water in his sleep, but a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat. After coughing twice, he alarmed Xiao Hei who was guarding outside.

Hongti massaged the old man's chest and then took two pictures. The unconscious old man spitted out the phlegm from his throat. In recent days, this is not the first time that the old man has acted so weak. Sometimes he will be choked by the porridge after swallowing porridge. After this time, the old man's body can only move for two hours a day. Sometimes he can walk with a crutch, and sometimes he lies on a chair and falls asleep in a drowsy way. When he wakes up, it may be the second day's dusk.

Liang Bingfu still sternly refused Hongti's idea of ​​coming to take care of him nearby. When he was awake, he was happy about everything. He watched the development of the village and the running of the children, and sometimes he even gave some naughty little ideas to the children who were chasing him. On him, he no longer had the majesty and airs he had struggled to support, nor did he have the huge weight of responsibility.

He expressed his wish to visit the old village again.

Because of Hongti's account, Ning Yi actually knew that Liang Bingfu had been in the old village for not long. One day they were enjoying the cool air under the eaves, and Ning Yi took the opportunity to ask: "Does the old man know Sister Duan Yun very well?"

After hearing this, the old man thought for a while, but didn't know what he was thinking. Then he shook his head and smiled: "I'm not very familiar with it."

A few days later, with Hongti's consent, they finally drove the best carriage and headed all the way to the old village. When they woke up in the morning, the old man seemed very energetic and put on a brand new and neat scholar's robe, but he could only be energetic for a while. After chatting with Ning Yi on the carriage for a while, he fell asleep. Hongti was by his side, adjusting the circulation of blood and blood for the old man. The old man occasionally fell asleep, and occasionally woke up due to bumps. It was not until the afternoon that they returned to the old village where Qingmuzhai was the original body.

A piece of buildings here has begun to be renovated. A zinc house has been built. People have moved in and have also built barriers and defensive settings. Fu Duanyun still lives here. Although she can occasionally say hello to some people, she is not yet well. She is dirty and smelly in the house. The tone of her conversation with people is extremely bitter.

When the carriage passed, they saw Fu Duanyun greeting his former neighbors and saying things that seemed normal. The old man had woken up, watched all this casually, and then let the carriage drive over. At this time, Ning Yi knew that he was really not familiar with Fu Duanyun.

"I have been in Luliang Mountain for so many years and have never seen anything. Duanyun is really pitiful, but... no one is doing well..."

After so many years in the Luliang Mountains, Ning Yi was moved by life or tragedy like a blessed cloud. However, the old man had already seen many of them, so it was hard to be moved again...

He got off the car by the house he had lived in. The house had collapsed and had not started to build it yet. Even if it was intact, it seemed that even if it was intact, it was just two simple earthen houses. He walked in with a cane, waved Hongti's support, closed his eyes and took a breath, then walked tremblingly to a piece of soil, and sat down with his hands holding the cane.

"Liheng, Hongti, you go out for a walk. The old man wants to sit here." The old man waved his hand and looked at the side, "Hongti, take Liheng around your home..."

Hongti and Ning Yi still went out, leaving Xiaohei to guard the side, but the two did not go too far. They sat down not far away where the old man could not see. As soon as they sat down, Hongti grabbed Ning Yi's clothes with both hands, leaned his head against his chest, and started crying silently. Ning Yi stroked her hair.

"If I don't come... he might have to hold on for a long time..."

As the great master of martial arts, Hongti, Lin Erchan, or Zhou Tong, these people have known human bodies. The old man has worked hard for more than ten years. He is not a smart person, but he has taken responsibility for his life. Over the years, Hongti has been able to take care of his health. But he cannot estimate that a person's oil will be exhausted after his life is burned out.

He was not trapped in his physical accident. He just reached the end of his life.

Of course, as Ning Yi said, if he had not arrived at this time, Liang Bingfu, who had been with one breath, might have been able to last for a few months, even half a year or even a year. But after Ning Yi arrived here, the old man finally let go of the things in his heart. He had already passed the most peaceful and fulfilling period. [,!], and would have completed his fulfilling life.

The sunset gradually began to burn like a fire, and there was no warning sound from Xiao Hei. When Ning Yi and Hong picked it back, the old man was lying on the chair, in the ruins, as if he had fallen asleep, and as if he was recalling something. However, when he heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes and woke up. He smiled at the two of them, lay there, held their hands, and overlapped them.

He recalled the past and said something about the past.

"... Actually, my master and I are not familiar with you... I am just an outside scholar. Your master... respects me very much, but we are not very familiar with each other. Now when I think about it, except for business and private matters, I don't say much..."

"... But I think she trusts me very much. I think my feeling should be correct... Sometimes she comes to care about my life. Hongti, do you know that although the people in the village are hungry, I have never been hungry when your master is here..."

"... She didn't come too many times, private affairs, official affairs... I live in the room, the door is there... She comes from the door, sometimes she sits and drinks a sip of water, and sometimes she leaves again in a hurry. I... I want to say a few more words to her..."

"...My talent is very poor... I study, take the exam for scholars, and want to be an official... I didn't do anything. Hongti, your master... your master gave me such a heavy burden, she... Could she believe in the wrong person? She... She just died in such a confused way..."

"…ah…you two must be well, you must be well...you must be well...you must be well, I am so happy to see you can be together..."

The old man spoke intermittently, sometimes with his eyes closed, as if he was about to fall asleep, and then he opened his eyes again. He initially looked at the sunset, but gradually, his eyes were already confused, not knowing where he was looking. After instructing the two of them to live a good life, the old man was quiet in the confusion for a long time, and suddenly struggled for a while, as if he wanted to sit up and then lie down again.

"Ah, do you see..." He whispered, looking into the distance, just looking like he was going back to the end of memory and time, "That day...we, we met the bandit, I'm going to die...but she came out like that, she was holding a sword, ah...she...so beautiful...I...I...I've always..."

The old man's voice paused here, and the sunset was like the tide in the sky. At this moment, life left forever from him.

Hongti's crying came out.

In our lives, sometimes we will meet someone who appears like lightning, and in that way, it changes our whole life.

Not far from this day, it was also a day in July. In the north, in the hall where lights and candles were burning, another old man was also talking to batches of people beside the bed.

Since the old man fell down two months ago, the old man's body has also reached its end.

Before the Jin Dynasty, the Jurchen tribes were just weak and loose tribes in the bitter and cold land in the northeast. They survived hard among the white mountains and black waters, and lived like slaves under the oppression of the Liao people. In the second year of Tianqing in the Liao Kingdom, Emperor Tianzuo summoned the Jurchen chiefs to come to the court and ordered the chiefs to dance and have fun. Only the Jurchen chief named Wanyan Aguda refused. In another two years, Wanyan Aguda raised an uprising with 2,500 Jurchen soldiers. After the battle in Ningjiangzhou, it expanded to 3,700 people. Then, at Hedian, he fought against 100,000 Liao soldiers to win. Then, the true myth of Jurchen was invincible, and the prelude to the destruction of the Liao Kingdom was played.

He was a soldier and fought for life. When a nation was weak and slave, he supported the prosperity of the entire nation with his huge will and strength and supported the prosperity. For the Jurchen nation, he was a well-deserved hero, and for the entire era, he was also the most dazzling star and a genius of a generation!

His path has come to an end here, and beside him are his proud sons and tribe members, Wanyan Zonggan, Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Zongbi, Wanyan Zongyao, Wanyan Zongjun... Wanzhen Mao? Wanyan Loushi, Wanyan Xiyin, Wanyan Olu, Yinshu Ke, Resign, and Balisu... They existed by this hero, accepted the test, inherited the fire, and were the most brilliant generals and assistants who formed the Wanyan family in this era.

Take them out in the snow and ice, and the wolf king who is scattered all over the world is about to fall asleep. However, as long as these people are there, the wolf smoke essence soars into the sky, and it truly swallows thousands of miles of a tiger!

In the solemn atmosphere of the entire hall, the old man on the bed said a lot to the people beside the bed. Even at such a moment, his thoughts were still clear, but occasionally he would fall into silence and a brief sleep. The night was dark to the limit, and people could hear the whistling of flames outside the hall. At one moment, the old man opened his eyes again, looked up, and thought quietly. In the terrible silence, his son and ministers near the bed approached and heard a low, weak but simple voice.

"…The attack on Liao has been completed, and the Wu Dynasty can be taken..."

In the night, this was the simplest of many things he had explained. The person next to the bed nodded and then heard him say something else.

At the early morning of that day, Wanyan Aguda passed away. The one who succeeded him was Aguda's fourth brother Wanyan Wu Qimai, who became the second emperor of the Jin Kingdom and ruled the world.

The long wind blew ten thousand miles.

Upon learning that Wanyan Aguda finally died, the Wu Chao court was all celebrating in private, and an opponent they considered the most terrifying, finally left the world.

Two months later, golden leaves danced in late autumn. In the early morning, in the old village, Fu Duanyun woke up from his sleep. [,!] came and saw his house.

She walked out of the room, walking around the newly built village as before, and someone greeted her like before. She smiled and nodded in response.

She cleaned up the room, washed clothes, and bathed herself. Over the years, in addition to the most tragic memory she had experienced, she became clean again. In the afternoon, when she saw her look, she realized something was wrong, the villagers finally decided to ride a horse to Qingmuzhai to report Hongti. That evening, before Hongti arrived, the villagers saw her holding her knees, sitting on the breakthrough at the entrance of the village, with their eyes wide open, watching the yellow leaves falling, and the returnees in the distant mountains, occasionally smiling.

At one moment, she seemed to have seen something, and an indescribable smile appeared on her face. She stood up and took two steps forward. She stretched out her hand in the direction of the yellow leaves falling.

She fell on the slope and never opened her eyes again.

...

Successful, mother-in-law...I'm back...

...

The wind sweeps the spring time, the thunderstorm of summer, the yellow leaves of autumn, and the ice and snow of winter, rolls in and out.

An old era is about to pass, and before the new era comes, people will have to experience countless wars and conflicts, countless sorrows and desolation.

Just because the heaven and earth are like furnaces.

And all things are copper.

ps: It's another chapter of nearly 6,000 words, .i752
Chapter completed!