rebirth [rebirth]

On August [-]th, the moon is round in the sky.

On the Domh Grassland north of Havita, many people are busy in the dark.

In the big tent of Kunsai Fort, the main city of Wuhe, a thin and thin middle-aged man in blue clothes was sitting by the window looking at the sky.

The moon in the sky is like a silver plate, round and round, exuding soft moonlight.

Under the moonlight, the unique round tents on the grassland rise and fall one after another, dotted with green grass Domkh.

"It's time to eat." A familiar voice called the man in blue back to his thoughts, and when he turned around, he saw A Sheng standing at the door calling him.

After returning to Wuhe, Asheng changed back to Wuhe's traditional costume.

He always wears a priest's robe, and his long hair is also braided, decorated with bone beads, scattered behind his back.

When he returned to the Wuhe tribe, he became a respected high priest.

Every day he had to go to the steeple tent to help people see a doctor, coming and going in a hurry, busy, but his whole body was much lighter, the shackles that bound him seemed to be gone, and he regained the clarity he should have had.

He had never seen Ah Sheng like this before.

Does he like this kind of Ah Sheng?He asked himself, and answered without hesitation.

That must be liked.

No matter how A Sheng treats him, and no matter what he looks like, as long as he is his A Sheng, he will be full of joy and give him everything.

"What's for dinner tonight?" He stood up with a smile and walked slowly forward a few steps.

Compared with when he came, at this moment he is almost out of shape, and he walks unsteadily, as if he is not doing well.

There was a rustling sound, and upon closer inspection, a long ponytail rope tied his feet, preventing him from running or leaving the room.

He didn't seem to care, and walked to the table with a smile on his face: "Oh, it's great to have roast lamb and milk tea today."

It's really good. These days, except for Wuhe's festivals, he seldom gets enough to eat.

The man he called A Sheng was standing at the door, he didn't come in, and silently watched him eat while shaking his hands.

He can only eat one meal a day, and he doesn't even have the strength to hold a bowl.

"A Sheng, the mutton is delicious today, let's come and eat together, are you busy tonight?" He asked, eating slowly.

Even though he has been hungry all day and his hands and feet are weak, his movements of eating are still graceful.

He was born an aristocrat, with the most noble blood in the whole world flowing in his bones, no matter how downcast he is, his every move still vaguely has the old style.

A Sheng came over and sat beside him: "Li Xian, yesterday was the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Rong Lixian was taken aback for a moment, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, and turned his head to look at the moonlight outside.

"No wonder the moon is so round, it's Mid-Autumn Festival again."

A Sheng nodded and poured some milk tea for him: "Drink some, it's still hot."

Rong Lixian smiled and clinked glasses with him, slowly drinking milk tea.

To be honest, no matter how many times he drank it, he couldn't get used to the taste.

This is completely different from his eating habits of the previous decades. Roast lamb is always very spicy, and every time he eats too much, he will have abdominal pain.And the milk tea has a strong mutton smell, and he wants to spit it out when he smells it.

But this table of food was won by A Sheng for him, so if he didn't eat it, it would be a waste of A Sheng's heart.

He knew that in order to keep him in the clan, Ah Sheng begged many people to give him a place to stay.

What if I can't pay the round account?So what if you can't eat enough?As long as he was with Ah Sheng, he would go to hell even if it was hell.

Rong Lixian ate mutton slowly, people always do this, they will slowly adapt to the worst environment.

A Sheng put down the milk tea in his hand and looked at him quietly: "Li Xian, Mid-Autumn Festival is here, do you miss home?"

he asked.

Rong Lixian shook his hands, but he didn't spill the milk tea out of the bowl: "Oh, what are you talking about now?"

A Sheng stared at him closely, but didn't speak.

Rong Lixian smiled wryly: "Before I came to Wuhe, I told you that my home is where you are, and you have promised me that. So I don't want to go home, because there is no home for me anymore." gone."

A Sheng was taken aback for a moment, he lowered his head and thought over and over again, as if thinking that before leaving the city, he had indeed casually said such words.

But every time he talked to Rong Lixian, it was a lie. Since it was a lie, he didn't bother to remember it.

Especially now that he has returned to Wuhe, this is his home, without him, Rong Lixian would have starved to death long ago.

Now he lives by him.

It's not the same as before.

Seeing that he was unmoved, A Sheng lowered his eyes and changed the subject: "I don't know where your children are now."

Rong Lixian let go of his hands and had no choice but to put the milk tea bowl back on the table.

They ran out from Yong'an and hid in Tibet all the way, and they didn't dare to inquire about Changxin.Later, when he arrived in Wuhe, he was trapped in this small round tent, and he knew nothing about the outside world.

Regarding the whereabouts of his children, no matter how indifferent he is, he will not disregard blood relationship.

He still misses it in his heart.

He wanted to know if they were all well, if they were still in Yong'an, and if...all were still alive.

But he didn't know who to ask.

Ah Sheng may know, but Ah Sheng will not tell him, and he cannot ask.

For the rest, no one in Wuhe will care about him.

Rong Lixian was silent for a moment, and suddenly forced out a smile: "The children and grandchildren have their own blessings. As a father, I have no ability. Let them make a way out by themselves."

A Sheng looked at him calmly, clenched his fists with his hands hidden in his loose sleeves.

To be honest, for so many years, even if he showed a trace of nostalgia for his kinship, Da Chu would not go this far, and he would not be cruel for so many years.

This person is very kind to him, careful and caring.

But Ah Sheng felt that Rong Lixian had no heart.

He watched coldly, watching his wife die and his prince dying.

He didn't even look at it, he just hung out with him in the side hall.

Too cold, too ruthless.

On the contrary, the better he treats Ah Sheng, the further he pushes him away.

Hearing him say such words, the last hesitation in Ah Sheng's heart disappeared, he hardened his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Lixian, but we want to help you go home."

Rong Lixian was taken aback, he didn't know what A Sheng meant, so he turned his head to look at him.

Although he has had a hard time in Wuhe these few months and has lost a lot of weight, his face is still as handsome as before.

His eyes are dark and shiny, the bridge of his nose is straight, his lips are thin and rosy, and he has a good face with red lips and white teeth.

He is almost forty years old now, but he looks like a young man in his twenties, no different from ten years ago.

On the contrary, it was him who had suffered so much by Rong Lixian's side all these years, and he had exhausted his mind. There were already fine lines in the corners of his eyes. If you looked carefully, you could find silver hair among his temples.

Ah Sheng didn't know if it was because he was too much trouble, or because Rong Lixian was too careless.

In short, every time he saw him, he felt that he was not the demon who was cursed by everyone, but he was.

"Asheng, what do you mean...?" Rong Lixian asked softly.

A Sheng sighed, he stretched out his hand to hold Rong Lixian's cold hand, and squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand: "The patriarch said that he wanted to help you return to Changxin."

Rong Lixian was stunned.

He didn't know how to answer, and he didn't know how to react. After a long time, he said with difficulty: "I finally understand."

A Sheng was silent.

Rong Lixian looked at him as if begging for help, his eyes were full of pleading: "A Sheng, tell me that you like me, right? This is the meaning of the patriarch, right?"

A Sheng raised his head and looked at him.

He has been pretending for more than ten years, and he is already handy with Rong Lixian.

Even if he looked directly at him and told a lie, he would remain calm and composed, just like now.

"Lixian, the patriarch...arrested my sister. I can't be polite, please help me."

A Sheng hugged him into his arms and begged softly in his ear.

Compared with the old days, Rong Lixian's body has become indescribably emaciated, and when Ah Sheng hugged him, he could only feel his painful bones.

Rong Lixian slowly reached out his hand and patted his back lightly.

Then A Sheng heard his erratic voice: "A Sheng, what you said, your sister is my sister, how can I ignore her?"

After that, he chuckled and said slowly: "What the patriarch wants to do, you can arrange it, I will listen to you."

On a certain day 12 years ago, Rong Lixian went on a tour in disguise, and ran into A Sheng, whose alias was Tianzhi, on the stone steps of Zhengyang Temple.

He fell in love with him at first sight, and asked almost without thinking, "I want you to come with me."

At that time, Ah Sheng, who was in his twenties, also looked at him quietly, then smiled and said: "You can make arrangements, I will listen to you."

Life is so wonderful.

I don't know if Rong Lixian said this sentence "I listen to you" today in response to that sentence back then, or something else.

Rong Lixian nestled in his arms and sighed comfortably: "When your sister comes back, can I see her?"

For a moment, Ah Sheng's face was extremely distorted, and Rong Lixian was held in his arms, so he couldn't see his expression.

He only heard A Sheng say softly: "Okay, when we get back to Changxin, I'll bring her to see you."

In Hongdu City, Dachen Hongbei County, it was just the beginning of the lights.

Rong Jingxuan and Xie Mingze arranged for a thousand bandits who were willing to fight with them, and made Dai Xian the commander of a thousand commanders, directly under the command of Lu Jiming.

With 1000 more people, there must be changes in the team.

They are busy this day, just to arrange the position of each soldier.

After all this was done, it was already noon on the second day, Rong Jingxuan and Xie Mingze finally took a breather, sat down to have a meal, and there were messengers outside to report.

Rong Jingxuan sighed helplessly, pressed Xie Mingze's hand, and signaled him to go out by himself, letting him continue to finish his meal.

Xie Mingze nodded and let him go.

He ate very quickly, and within a short time he ate up a whole stew, including the soup and vegetables. As soon as he put down his chopsticks, Rong Jingxuan walked in with a happy face.

Xie Mingze got up and served him a bowl of soup, and brought it to him: "What? What's the matter?"

It is indeed a good thing, otherwise Rong Jingxuan, who is usually moody and angry, would not be able to squint his eyes with a smile.

"The messenger came to report just now, saying that the princess and the young prince had been found in the embroidery workshop by the river."

"Hey? Really? Then let's go down the mountain!" Xie Mingze also smiled when he heard that.

Rong Jingxuan pointed to the soup bowl: "Alright, let's go together after I finish eating."