rebirth [rebirth]

The fifth day of May is the Dragon Boat Festival.

In Haweita City, Northwest Frontier County, every household has hung wormwood.

As early summer approaches, the weather is getting hotter.At noon, the sun was shining golden in the sky, and the earth was scorched like fire.

Hawei Tower is the capital city closest to Wuhe in the northwest of Dachu. From the north gate of Hawei Tower, pass through Yingya Pass, and you will arrive at Wuhe territory.

Wuhe is a nomadic people living on the grasslands, they are completely different from the people of Dachu.

Because the grassland life is barren, every September when the wheat is harvested, Wuhe will organize a cavalry team to go to Hawei Tower to plunder food. In order to protect the people, Da Chu specially set up a Hawei Tower Frontier Army in Hawei Tower, with a total of more than [-] people.

However, no matter how brave and skilled the Da Chu Bian army was, and how many clansmen Wuhe died, they never gave up on the plundering at Hawei Tower.They were not the only ones. Although the Ling family on the west side of Hawei Tower never came to Hawei Tower, they always helped Wuhe retreat.Over the past hundred years, Da Chu has sent countless envoys and added countless frontier troops, but nothing has changed.

Doesn't Emperor Rong want to kill the weeds?Of course they thought, but Ke Lingshi and Wuhe were united, and formed an angle to spy on Hawei Tower.After all, Da Chu has been prosperous for a hundred years, and the people have lived and worked in peace and contentment for generations. The word war is too far away from them.

So just like that, year after year, month after month, until today.

The people of Haweita hated Wuhe to the core, and they also hated the Ling family who always came to help make trouble.But they can only do this. The imperial court has increased its troops every year. To be honest, Wuhe can't take advantage of it, but the feeling of being frightened all the time is not good.

The official road from Harvey Tower to Dachu via Yingyaguan has gradually declined, and no Dachu people are willing to go to Wuhe.

However, on the Dragon Boat Festival in May of the first year of Da Chen Tianshun, two middle-aged men with no doubts about their age came to the city gate.

Now is not the time for Wuhe to invade. There is only a team of troops guarding the north city gate. The guarding officer is not even a centurion. .

Defending the city is not a good job, what good do the soldiers on the wall do?The soldiers under his command were not allowed to rest, not to mention that they had no time to practice, this pass was so desolate that there was no money to be made, and as the officer, Lu Zongqi couldn't even raise his spirits.

Therefore, when one of his soldiers came to report that there were two middle-aged men who were going out of the city with a certificate of customs clearance, he just asked, "Do you have a certificate?"

Bing turned his head back: "Yes, I asked Zou Jijiu to look at it, and said it was from a merchant."

When Lu Zongqi heard it, he waved his hand: "Lao Shizi is going out of the city at this time, don't worry about them, let them go."

Bingtou made a promise, squeezed the broken silver he just got in his hand, and went out with a mouthful of yellow teeth.

At the gate of the city, two middle-aged men in their forties stood one behind the other. Both of them were travel-stained. Both were tall and thin, but the one in front was strong and slender, and the one in the back was thin and thin.

Their hair was a bit messy, their faces were gray, and they were carrying huge burdens. It looked like they were going out of the city to do business.

Although Wuhe is not rich in food and grass, small but strong and durable pony horses and straw mushrooms and fragrant leaves that can only be found in grasslands are very rare.The people were unwilling to go out of the city, but businessmen from the south would pass by every now and then.

There are so many people who are willing to die for money these days.

The leader of the yellow-toothed soldier said that he had invited sacrificial wine to see it, but in fact he just read the document himself. He was illiterate, but he could recognize the red cinnabar badge and jade rice paper, so he nodded without thinking.

After all, he also received money.

Sure enough, after only half a cup of tea, the soldier came back, and he didn't greet them, he only called the soldier to open the city gate.

The dilapidated city gate opened slowly, and the brown-clothed man in front of him seemed a little excited. He couldn't help but took a few steps forward, but he held back while breathing.

The man in Tsing Yi behind him didn't move.

When the city gate opened a gap for one person to pass through, the soldier came over and shouted: "Okay, let's go quickly, this gate must be closed immediately."

The man in brown didn't speak, he just bowed to the soldier and walked out of the gate without looking back. The man in blue stared blankly at his determined back, still not moving.

The man in brown seemed to have noticed his hesitant gaze, and turned his head to look at him coldly.

The man in Tsing Yi trembled all over, and hesitantly took two steps forward under the cold gaze of the fellow passer-by in front of him.

Suddenly, two women behind him came out of the alley, they seemed to know each other, they couldn't help but stood on the street corner and exchanged greetings.

The girls in Havita were all brave and healthy, with clear voices, and the conversation sound directly penetrated into the ears of the man in Tsing Yi.

"Wu Niang, where is this going?"

"Sister-in-law Zhang, that bastard in my family wants to eat meat dumplings, so why don't I buy them for him? The festival is only once a year, and it's good to eat once."

"Hey, you really love your son, but your kid is a good boy, and he will be promising when he grows up."

"Then thank you sister-in-law for your good words, I'm going home."

"Go, I'm going home too, Er Niu is still waiting for me."

The two parted ways after they finished talking, and the remaining man in Tsing Yi was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.

In his early memories, he also had a son whom everyone praised.He didn't remember how old his son was, and he didn't remember which palace it was in. He only remembered that his son once held a meat dumpling and asked him, "Father, do you want to eat it?"

How did he answer?

He couldn't remember it anymore.

The time... has been too long.

Because from that day on, the father and son didn't seem to have spoken a few words.

In fact, it seemed that long ago, when he hadn't met Ah Sheng and his son hadn't grown up, the father and son often had meals together, and he would personally teach him to read and write.

Since when did it change?He still can't remember.

The man in Tsing Yi was timid. For two months, he followed Ah Sheng to Hawei Tower, and he didn't relax for a moment because he was afraid of the pursuers.

In those frightening days, he never thought about it, he still had four children staying in Yong'an, and even his eldest daughter had a grandson.

How old is that kid?He didn't know...and never asked.

The man in Tsing Yi turned his head slowly, looking at the unique blue-brick dome houses in Harvey Tower, and watching the smoke rising from every household.

At this moment, he suddenly hesitated.

There is no ruthlessness when leaving, and no regrets along the way. Now he suddenly misses "home".

Seeing him standing there hesitating, the man in brown finally took a deep breath, took a few steps forward, and persuaded him softly: "Yuan Lang, don't you want to go home with me? Let's go, where we are together , is our home.”

The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but tremble when he heard this sentence.

This is the first time Ah Sheng told him that he wants to go home with him. It has been 12 years, and he has been waiting for 12 years.

The eyes of the man in Tsing Yi turned red, those sons and grandsons and the homes in the distant Yong'an Li disappeared with a simple sentence from the man in brown.

He lowered his head and wiped his eyes, and walked out of the door step by step without looking back.

Outside the door...is another world.

There, it is not Da Chu... No, nowhere, it is not Da Chu anymore... The brave camp at the foot of the distant mountain in Fengcheng is the time when everything is silent.

Feng Bairui, Marquis of Yongwu, was sitting alone in the camp drinking alone.

Although it was the Duanyang Festival, all his relatives died, and he had to pass it alone.

After the drum rang three times, he didn't put down the wine cup, just sat by the window, looking at the bright silver moon outside.

Suddenly, two figures flashed past the window.

Although Old Hou Ye is already eighty years old, but his skills are very vigorous, just watch him quickly jump up from the chair, and take half a step back to grab the long knife.

This precious sword has been with him for nearly 70 years, and after several bloody battles, it saved his life.

He stood with a knife in his hand, held his breath, and stared at the door coldly.

Boom, boom, boom.

Suddenly there was a regular knock on the door.

Old Hou Ye was raising his breath in his throat, when he heard this voice, he couldn't help being startled, and then walked to the door suspiciously.

He also knocked: dong dong, dong.

The reaction outside the door was quick, and they still knocked on the door with the same frequency as before.

The old Hou Ye breathed a sigh of relief this time, and asked in a low voice, "Who is here?"

"Grandson Jingxuan, pay my respects to Third Uncle."

Old Hou Ye breathed a sigh of relief just now, and brought it up again.

He frowned tightly, suddenly staggered a few steps back, and sat back in the chair.

"Jingxuan... Chanjuan..."

Chanjuan is the boudoir name of Empress Roujia, the daughter of a family of military generals, but she has the name of the daughter of a scholarly family.

Nung, moon and new moon.

It can be seen what kind of hope the grandfather had in raising his daughter.

I hope she meets a lover, I hope she is happy and happy, and I hope she will last forever.

However, he only raised his daughter until she was eight years old, and then died of serious injuries in the border war.

It can be said that Feng Chanjuan was raised by the old Hou Ye. Feng's family was withered, and he only had one son. Naturally, he was very kind to the daughter of this elder brother's family, and wished to give her the best in the world.

And she did get it.

She has become a princess, a queen, a mother of the world, and a born phoenix.

However, she died before she was thirty.

Every time the old Hou Ye thought of it, his heart would be pierced like a knife.

The daughter is gone, and the son is gone. He has served the country and the people all his life, and ended up with both sons and daughters.

On this day of the Dragon Boat Festival, he thought of many old things in the past. At that time, his family was still alive, with both children and children, happy and healthy.

Now, there is nothing left.

Even Da Chu died.

Outside the door, Rong Jingxuan spoke again: "Third Uncle, the grandson came with his mother's suicide note."

The old Hou Ye's half-closed eyes were instantly rounded. He stood up hesitantly, took two steps forward, and then retreated back as if he was timid.

He didn't speak, and there was no sound of footsteps leaving outside the door.

Finally, after what seemed like a long time, he staggered over and opened the door.

Under the bright moonlight, two handsome young men were looking at him quietly.

Rong Jingxuan only saw him when he was established as the crown prince, and more than ten years later, his face is already so old, and his temples have already turned gray.

Rong Jingxuan took half a step forward, lifted his robe, and suddenly knelt down.

Behind him, Xie Mingze also knelt down along with him.

Rong Jingxuan bent down slowly, kowtowed three times in one breath, and then straightened up to speak: "Third Uncle, you are not filial to your grandson Jingxuan, come here to receive the punishment."