In the cold night, along with the moonlight sprinkled from the window frame, he looked at his mother's thin shoulders and dry and yellow hair, and tears rolled down. But he resisted the choking sound.

He is the last hope of his mother.

He has always known it.

The small words my mother called him Qinghuan. She said that Qinghuan is the greatest expectation for a lifetime.

There is a clear joy in the dream, and the two of them are happy.

Qinghuan knew that if it were not for General Sima's support, they would not even have the job of washing clothes. Originally, those nannies never beat and scolded their mother at the beginning. They also lived in a warmer house, but the dynasty changed too quickly, and none of the people in the palace were not humans. People were cold and tea were cold. In the end, the world was like this, what could they do?

But they have become ants under this world, and ants have always had no dignity.

The hand holding the jade pendant was a little tight and a little painful, but there was no sign of pain on his face.

"Only people who are at high places can be free and easy." This sentence was told by my mother. Only those who are at high places can be free and easy. Whether you want freedom or comfort, you must be at high places.

But Langyu was too young at the time and didn’t know that people at high places should not be arbitrary. If they really are arbitrary, they would not be surfing in this world. However, this is all a story.

The ones at the lower level are just mud.

Stones are turned into dust and made into mud, and I am afraid that the fragrance will not be left at all.

When he looked up and saw the three gold-burned characters of the Imperial Guard, Lang Yu was a little cold. He seemed to feel that all the blood in his body was flowing backwards. After stepping into this door, it was a new life, a life he had been looking forward to for a long time. Instead of growing quietly and rotting quietly in this cold palace, he was finally accompanied by only the rotten flies.

"Who is coming?" The soldiers guarding the gate frowned and asked coldly when they saw the dirt-faced boy.

Lang Yu did not say anything, but suddenly took out the jade pendant that Jun Yanqing had just given him. The soldier was stunned when he saw the jade pendant, leaving him a word to wait, and then entered the door.

Soon, Lang Yu was led into the door, and then he saw Ma Weibo, wearing cold armor, raised his eyebrows, and looked at him with a slutty young man, looking at him, looking at the jade pendant again, smiling.

"Jun Yanqing? She is willing to help you." Ma Weibo looked at the young man in front of him, with a pale and thin face, but had a pair of eyes as bright as the galaxy. The desire in it seemed to make him see his original self.

Everyone has a past. They can’t bear to look back on it or make people happy.

People will generally be happy to be like people who are like themselves. People will change, so when looking back on the past, the previous one is very cherished.

He had thought about the scenes of meeting Langyu countless times and the countless possibilities for Langyu to find him, but he never thought of Jun Yanqing. He was very bold in using the favored princess in the imperial city as a stepping stone.

But there is nothing that a person on the verge of sludge cannot do. As long as he has enough calculations, everything is possible and everything can be used. However, it is a wish or a dissatisfaction.

"Yes." Lang Yu replied with his head down and looking at the somewhat hard soil.

"What are you calling me?" Ma Weibo looked at the boy carefully for several more times, as if he wanted to look at him thoroughly. Lang Yu was still calm, just lowering his eyes and not saying a word.

"Langyu, whose courtesy name is Qinghuan." Langyu said, raised his head and looked at Ma Weibo in a steady state.

Lang, this surname has too many things.

But time is covered with dust, how many people will remember the General Lang who stood with a sword and guarded the mountains and rivers of Jun Yi in the yellow sand of the desert. Even General Sima is now few people can remember it.

What my mother said is right, the people will always forget the most. They cannot remember those who are bloody.

What they can't remember are the generals and soldiers who have sacrificed blood for them and for this country. What they can remember are often the so-called secret history of the palace and the romance.

"Lang? It's a good surname." Ma Weibo whispered, still looking like he was smiling.

The Lang family had also helped him. The young man in blue clothes seemed to be in front of him, but in the end, he had just turned into a piece of yellow earth, and there was no dry bone left.

"Qinghuan, is it hateful?" Ma Weibo suddenly approached Lang Yu and whispered in a low voice. The flowing air was closed and a little condensed.

This sentence caused Lang Yu's pupils to shrink slightly.

"A good life will bring you a glory again even if you have this day. In history books, just a few strokes are also a calculation." Ma Weibo suddenly said coldly, his eyes were cold, but it made Lang Yu shudder.

All he could do was to wake the boy up, but that was all.

Lang Yu was a little confused and happy. He thought that everyone had forgotten that there was a young general who had put so many brilliant years on the yellow sand of the desert for the mountains and rivers of Junyi.

"Since you have the opportunity to go from the bottom to the high ground, then I am also willing to do this east wind to help you soar up to 90,000 miles." Ma Weibo said, his eyes distant. He stretched out his hand and patted the young man's somewhat thin shoulder in front of him.

He saw a lot of things, either young and frivolous, or heroic, but Lang Miao was really worth it for Lang Miao.

Be loyal to the emperor and patriotism, and you will travel on the battlefield all your life. Be loyal to the emperor and patriotism, but you also have to see if you can be loyal to this man.

A king who does nothing and only knows how to play with power is not worth following with his life. But Lang Miao can't see all this clearly, and he can't speak. Lang Yu is the first close friend he made in this endless world. He knows that Lang Miao has a posthumous son, and he has also secretly supported him. But he did not intend to be the young man's east wind at the beginning. The uncensored jade always has to be carved to become a fine jade, and time and suffering are the best carving masters.

He can be the young man's east wind, but he is unwilling to be his last life-saving straw.

The sudden good things you get will only destroy the hatred in Lang Yu's heart.

"General." Lang Yu choked up.

The meaning of Ma Weibo's words is superficial. Lang Yu is not such a stupid person.

He knew clearly that now Ma Weibo gave him a chance, and he decided not to make this opportunity unworthy. Everything would be worth it, including his mother, including his father.

Washing snow was his long-cherished wish.

The young man's hand was clenched into a fist, and he must be able to soar, for not power, to just scrub the ink that poured into his Lang's house, and let his father rest in peace.

As long as he still has a breath, he will definitely not call the Lang family here, and Jun Yi has no surname.

"General, can I call my mother?" Lang Yu said a little embarrassedly as if he had a great courage and had a red face.

He knew that the Imperial Guard was not so easy to advance, and that the Imperial Guard never took in female relatives. But he couldn't bear it, and his mother kept washing the clothes of the so-called noble people in this cold night.

"Go." Ma Weibo smiled slightly, his eyes were soft and he looked at Lang Yu with some approval.

Looking at Lang Yu's still a little thin body, he suddenly seemed to see the young man who was once happy and dyed his blood in this desert. Lang Miao had never lost in his life. The only defeat was not in the yellow sand of the desert that had been dyed with blood, but in the beautiful and romantic capital.

Powerful land, hero tomb.

The conspiracies and tricks they disdain are all demons that breed in this land of power, like maggots on the bones, which grow with power and will never fade.

With this affirmation, Lang Yu walked away like smoke. He wanted to find his mother quickly and told her that he could finally join the Imperial Guard and they could finally live a good life.

But, until the moon rises to the willows, he still cannot find his mother.

The nanny said that his mother had never returned since she sent him away. The nanny spoke angrily and was still insulting her mother for being lazy. Lang Yu hated her, but he learned how to hide this thought. He had not arrived yet, and had not had time to be free.

Everything is patience.

A gentleman, you can tolerate everything but not tolerate it. Just for a while, you will no longer have to take the sludge seriously.

Although it was March, the night was still a bit cold, and the cold wind blew onto the single clothes with the cold wind, making people shudder.

Somehow, it suddenly started to rain, as if these days it always rained, ticking and tickling, and it was chaotic. Lang Yu's heart was extremely confused. His mother never walked around. She always missed him and washed clothes that were extremely difficult to wash during all kinds of fine time, just to give him a full meal.

In the past, my mother always cared for him tenderly and told him what tenderness and happiness were. But now, he is alone, alone and shadowed.

The rain was a little cold, and it was a little painful with the wind. But he was still in this empty palace road, looking for the figure he was the most familiar with.

"Who are you looking for?" A sound like a clear spring sounded at him. He looked forward and saw a blue dress, wearing a white oil paper umbrella, and standing tall. The oil paper umbrella was filled with a bright red flower, which made the face look even more charming.

"My mother, my mother is gone." Lang Yu, for some reason, suddenly said what he thought in his heart when he looked at the eyes that looked like a deep pool. He had never seen this person before, and he couldn't help but become very alert.

His body was soaked by rain, showing the young man's thin body. His hair was also condensed into strands, and his eyes were very flustered. It was like the calm and self-controlling person before, not like him.

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