A quarter of an hour later, the back mountain cemetery.
Jiang Nuanzhi put five bowls on it, held a jar of wine, and took open the wine plug.
Li Rong stood in the north wind, silent for a long time.
Jiang Nuanzhi glanced at him, took a sip of wine on his own, and noticed that the warmth came up, and said, "Arong, are you going to worship?"
Li Rong He turned slightly, never looking at this side from beginning to end, only the fists at the cuffs were clenched tighter and tighter, and the knuckles turned white due to the force. "It's cold, when you finish your worship, let's go back quickly." His voice was low and hoarse, trembling slightly in the north wind.
Jiang Nuanzhi glanced at him, poured a large bowl of wine and raised it.
"Although you are a bandit, I have learned some past events recently and want to have a few drinks with you.
This first bowl of wine is considered a mistake, just to be like you It is a bandit crisis. I don’t know that you were the soldiers of the great scenic spots who settled the country and safely till the country." After that, he drank it all in one go.
"I respect the courage of this second bowl."
After saying that, she sighed and drank it all over again.
"This third bowl of wine"
I was only halfway through his words, and Jiang Nuanzhi's simple white fingers were suddenly tightly held by Li Rong.
"A Nuan..." Li Rong pale his face and held her hand: "You have drunk too much."
Jiang Nuanzhi's face turned red and he patted her with a smile. Li Rong picked up the third bowl: "The third bowl of wine, I will ask for a while to avenge me, Arong." Jiang Nuanzhi said slowly: "I am his nominal wife, But I don’t know what he is thinking. But he has his considerations. I, a little girl, don’t need to think too much, so I just helped him worship together, all of which are all for you and my husband Arong. Love."
"A Nuan!"
The big wine bowl in Jiang Nuanzhi's hand was suddenly taken away.
Li Rong raised his head and drank the remaining wine in one go, and his jawline hid into his clothes. He held the bowl's fingers white, and after a while he put down the wine bowl, he sighed: "What identity do you know why they died? I will sacrifice myself to him even though he was carrying several lives. How can I sacrifice to him? "
"I know why they were born." Jiang Nuanzhi intercepted his words, and in a trance, his fingertips covered his clenched fists.
"Recently, news from the three villages next door has been heard, and they were slaughtered one after another. Village officials reported it, and half of the villagers suffered misfortune." In a trance, she sighed and said, "Do you know why this tombstone has no name?"
Jiang Nuanzhi's eyes fell on the nameless tombstone, and his expression gradually became solemn: "Just because the villagers in the neighbors knew that the big bandit died and were buried here, they took it. He dug his tomb twice with a pickaxe. Until today, brother Chi and his few people erected this monument. It was only then that the villagers had their own way of avenging themselves, and Changshan had their way of apologizing. Arong , You should have your own way. Whether it is to be your old people or bandits, whether you beat or scold, or reminisce about the past, it is reasonable."
Li Rong's face became paler and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "A Nuan. Why do they think they were born?"
"I think the happiest day in Changshan's life should be to defend the country. Yes, when Brother Chi buried his bones, he found this from him. "
As he said, Jiang Nuanzhi took out a token from his sleeve, and the word Li on the top had been rubbed off his color. .
Li Rong's pupils suddenly shrank and his whole body became stiff.
"He should have kept this thing in his arms day and night, and he never left his body on the day he left." Jiang Nuanzhi said, and suddenly sighed: "Changshan's death is not just apologizing to you. . He is also giving himself an explanation. Another point is that he is also removing his sins, as if only in this way can he be worthy of this token, worthy of his years of fighting with you, and working for his family and country. "Li Rong was squatting in front of the grave, and when he heard this, he suddenly stood up.
The porcelain bowl was rolled up on the robe and shattered.
Jiang Nuanzhi subconsciously leaned over to pick up porcelain pieces, but the bowl suddenly tightened and she was pulled into a pine-scented embrace. He was stunned.
Li Rong's chin was resting between her hair, as if he wanted to draw a trace of warmth from her, and his voice trembled: "That day, I could have stopped him."
Jiang Nuanzhi sighed, and his thoughts drifted away. Recalling the scene of Changshan carrying a head and kneeling outside the high wall
She closed her eyes tightly in a daze, and as a doctor, she was used to life and death.
But such a scene is something she never wants to recall in her life.
Even though Jiang Nuanzhi knew that this was a world of novels, everyone here seemed to be telling her that they had flesh and blood, life and thoughts.
I will not follow the seemingly common sense and make a life arranged by others.
Jiang Nuanzhi even thought that since he was Li Rong's old subordinate, he might become their support. Is his own villain family? They will probably become Xie Liangchen's slap in the face together. But this is not the case.
They have their own beliefs and choose a nearly tragic way of ending. "Arong, this madman Changshan has never given you the right to choose." Jiang Nuanzhi's voice was soft, as if the wind had dissipated as soon as the wind blew. Both of them knew that Chang Shan brought the heads of his former brother to apologize and had never left a way out for himself.
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The bitter north wind swept the broken snow, making people's cheeks hurt. Li Rong fell into that bloody evening in a trance.
After a long time, Li Rong's eyes fell on the cold stone tablet, and finally a sigh turned into white mist, which eventually dissipated invisible.
"It's me. I'm sorry to them." Zhao Xiuyuan said well, and Chang Shan's temperament probably believed in him. He hated others who took over the Li family army and defected just now.
Li Rong pursed his lips, his hoarse voice trembled slightly, and he slowly said, "Changshan was the most elite team of my Li family army back then. They were all brave and fearless, and there was no unfinished mission. Under the iron cavalry, I protect the mountains and rivers.
I sometimes think that even an iron cavalry like Changshan will end up like this, and only by bullying the people can we survive. My Li family army has more than 200,000 troops, where are we now Where? What are you doing? Is it... like him?"
Li Rong's voice was trembling violently, and his whole body was shaking. As he spoke, he tried to tie Jiang Nuanzhi's cloak that had already dispersed. , but tried it several times but failed.
Jiang Nuanzhi tied it neatly, gave him the jar of wine in his hand, and continued to raise his head and listen quietly.
Li Rong took her wine and drank it. His mouth was bitter and his throat was tight, but he continued in a hoarse voice: "Rong had always believed in it and guarded the great scenic country. He protected the world. People. If an iron cavalry breaks through mountains and rivers, it will be a killing evil, which is also a merit for eternity. However, if you don’t want to be overthrown, you will lose everything. The cause and effect of hundreds of thousands of people is all my fault.
< br>A Nuan, my mother died when I was born.
My father died in battle, and my sister died in hatred. Awang died, and Changshan died. Thousands of soldiers died. Trust me , Those who do not believe in me, those who hate me, those who hate me, those who respect me, those who remember me and those who miss me are all dead.
Looking back at the three years of prosperity, I took back three cities and brought prisoners from other countries back to the capital. I walked into the city wearing armor and a purple gold crown with phoenix feathers on my head. The people of the city surrounded the water pavilions on the streets of Shengjing. The soldiers packed more than a dozen baskets of fruits and just sachets.
I am proud and proud. I just feel that the world is often nothing but that. (This chapter ends)