"Xie Xun!"

A serious case occurred in Dali Temple today, but Pei Yanzhi rushed over, glanced at Xie Xun's wrist, and said coldly: "The battlefield is changing rapidly, don't be distracted."

"I won't delay you, a busy man, so go ahead and get busy." Xie Xun put his hands behind his back.

Pei Yanzhi's eyebrows were straight: "There is still time to see you off."

Zhang Nuanyan stood next to Liu Zhu, her cheeks were thinner and her chin was thinner. She looked at Xie Xun with eyes full of infatuation.

"Brother Xie Xun, I will wait for you. You must come back safely."

One year, two years, ten years.

She didn't believe it. After such a long time, Xie Xun still couldn't forget a dead person!

Zhongcao and Yang Zhihua stood together and said dullly: "You have to be good...so do you, the Marquis."

"Don't cry anymore." Yang Zhihua said helplessly.

Ever since Meng Tangan fell into the river, Zhongcao almost cried his eyes out.

"I want you to take care of it."

"I...I am your fiancé, why can't I care about you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!!"

"That's it...we will get married when I come back!"

Zhongcao remained silent.

Xie Xun turned on his horse, his movements were cold, his body was sunk in the scorching autumn sun, and he took one last look at the Xu Beihou Mansion.

There were many people standing outside the house, everyone was there except Meng Tangan.

It's good that she's not in the Marquis Mansion, otherwise she'd be crying and wouldn't be easy to coax.

Very good.

Hmm.

"Xie Xun!"

The clear voice of my daughter’s house sounded long and distant, falling on my ears.

He froze suddenly, his dead heartbeat almost beating out of his chest. He made no movement and did not dare to look back.

"Xunlang."

This sound is clearer, as if she is whispering in my ear day and night.

Xie Xun finally had the courage to look back.

Empty.

Nothing.

There are still those people under the eaves of Xu Beihou Mansion, the golden leaves are spinning in the air, and the sun blurs the vision.

It's just his auditory hallucination.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Xie Quyan asked confused.

"It's okay." Xie Xun looked away, the light in his eyes being ignited and extinguished again and again, "Let's go."

The young man gallops his horse and whips, and runs towards the distance, the magnificent rivers and mountains!

That upright figure gradually disappeared from everyone’s eyes.

The originally relaxed atmosphere became silent and low, and the wind blew away many sighs.

Zhong Cao stared at the air eagerly, not knowing who he was talking about: "I have to come back early..."

Every moment.

City gate.

Two hundred thousand soldiers gathered together, with golden armor and cold light, looking from the city wall, they were sacred and solemn.

They shoulder the mission, they protect Beiyan.

They are waiting for their general to lead them to kill the Fourteen Continents of Nanliang!

Revitalize Beiyan, great rivers and mountains!

There was a sound of galloping iron cavalry, passing over the ground, and the wind was blowing.

The man was dressed in mysterious clothes, with a cold outline. In front of two hundred thousand soldiers, against the autumn sunshine, he gave an order, and the whole army moved: "Let's set off!"

"Yes, General!"

The loud voice broke through the sky and the earth, and all the soldiers looked at Xie Xun with sincere reverence.

One body has traveled three thousand miles, and one sword has served as a division for millions!

Their little general Xie is back!

The cold iron cavalry condensed into a thick sound, and two hundred thousand soldiers rushed into the distance.

Xie Xun rode the horse to the front, holding the reins tightly with one hand. His finger bones were white, and the autumn wind was whistling. From under his sleeves, he could faintly see the white hairband tied around his wrist. In one corner of the hairband, there were four embroidered patterns embroidered crookedly with rough and green needlework.

words——

My wife, Tangtang.

No one can guarantee survival on a battlefield without a sword.

If the trip is quick, it may take a few months; if it is slow, it may be a year, two years, or maybe... never return.

Salvage operations have never stopped on the Shangqing River, and Meng Tang'an's missing person notices are posted everywhere along the way.

Everything about Meng Tangan in the Xu Beihou Mansion was taken care of as usual, as if she had only left for a short time and would be back soon.

Every three months, Yang Zhihua will personally take people down to Jiangnan, deliver the items Meng Tangan needs to the attic, and then leave quietly.

Xie Xun signed his name on the letter of heli, placed it in the Bamboo Garden, and asked his servants to guard it in the Hou Mansion.

If Meng Tangan comes back one day, let her sign her name, and she will be free from then on, and will not miss her life.

If he can't come back.

Everything in the Xu Beihou Mansion was left to Meng Tangan.

As a gift from him to her, a relic of his life.

He will miss her forever.

We say goodbye in the year I love most, and I miss you in the year I love most, year after year.

Xie Xun forced all his thoughts into the deepest part of his heart and took responsibility for the mountains and rivers far away. His deep and determined eyes swept over the faces of each soldier, looking at their loyalty and passion.

He brought them out and will take them home!

…

The sun is shining brightly, covering a temple in the south of the Yangtze River.

The arc of the white skirt passed under the ginkgo tree, as graceful as a startled dragon, tiptoeing towards the back mountain.

"Meng Tang'an!"

A roar that swallowed up mountains and rivers came from behind.

I was so frightened that I almost dropped the sweet-scented osmanthus wine to the ground. Holding the wine in both hands, I stiffly met the young man's gaze and awkwardly but politely bent my eyes: "Good morning, senior brother."

Ying Ming wears monk's robes, has a bald head, which reflects very dazzling light in the sun, and has a dark face.

"You drank again!?! Whoever bribed you this time, hand it over!"

"Which of your eyes saw me drinking?" The woman in a white dress and thin blouse looked as bright as the bright moon leaping over the Qingjiang River, and as bright as the begonia flowers. She looked cool and stunning at first glance. She held the wine jar and said in an innocent tone, "I just want to pay my respects.

It didn’t drink."

Ying Ming folded his arms and sneered: "Do you think I look like a fool?"

"This...isn't this not good?" Meng Tangan hesitated.

"What do you mean?"

Under Ying Ming's gaze, she said honestly: "It's quite similar..."

"??!" Ying Ming couldn't believe it, "Meng Tang'an! You're dead!"

"Just kidding."

She had a pair of peach blossom eyes, and looked at everyone with affection. She held the wine jar with both hands to express her feelings, saying from the bottom of her heart: "Senior brother, in Tang'an's heart, he raised his glass and looked at the blue sky, which is as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind!"
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"Oh." Ying Ming smiled but said, "I'm only handsome when I drink."

"Where, where."

"I'm going to tell Master and teach you how to drink again!"
To be continued...