what a good man

—like going to die.

"Pei Gong, Zifang has something to ask."

"Ovary, please tell me."

"Madam Suwenlong is gentle and graceful, and she is the most beautiful lady. I saw her today, and she is really like that." He paused, and said, "... Please help me, Mr. Pei."

"Zifang, I will never agree to your request. I can't let you go wrong! Your laughing name of being a father will definitely be ridiculed by the world!" After finishing speaking, Liu Bang waved his hand, "Will this woman Kill it, then keep the whole body and leave it to Long Qie."

"Pei Gong."

"Ovary, you—"

Everyone was dumbfounded.Even Ji Zhen was stunned.

Because he knelt down in front of Liu Bang, his face remained unchanged, and he said earnestly: "Please Pei Gong."

In the end, he managed to save her life.

Compared with her life, his reputation is really not important, at least he doesn't care.

What he wants, what he cares about, is something alive.

In Hanying, she was still restless, and he defended her everywhere.However, he still wanted to send her back.

Compared with the military strength of the Chu army, the Han army was far behind, and there was no chance of winning.Once again he felt powerless.

Misfortunes never come singly, they also met the killer of Xingge.Fortunately, Lord Longyang had the foresight to save them so that they would not die.It's just that Ji Zhen gave birth prematurely because of the turmoil.

The scene of a woman giving birth is extremely tragic, and he has also experienced it, the hair is torn into a mess, and the wrists are scratched with scars.He looked at her in pain, and he couldn't bear it, but he also looked forward to their child who was about to be born.

Fortunately, the mother and child were safe in the end. He stared at the ball of meat with the corners of his mouth raised, full of joy.What made him even happier was that he saw the light that had disappeared for a long time in Ji Zhen's eyes.He understood that her heart came back, and the original Ji Zhen also came back.

They hugged each other, rubbing each other's ears, talking to each other, and their son.

Like a family.No, they were supposed to be a family.

Many years ago, he would never have thought that he would name his child such as Qiuqiu, but at this moment he felt that this name couldn't be more appropriate.

What made him feel uncomfortable was that after a short period of happiness, Long Qi came. Although he had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't accept such a thing-giving his wife and children to another man with his own hands.

It is a shame that will never be forgotten in this lifetime.

He hated their powerlessness, hated their involuntary control, and finally compromised after thinking and struggling to weigh the pros and cons.The only thing that comforted him was that Long Qi treated Ji really well, and even named their son after them to prove their innocent innocence, no doubt about it.

Believe in the king without doubt—although he still thinks that no doubt is more suitable for the name of Qiuqiu.

After returning to the Han camp, he devised strategies to relieve the king's worries and problems.The belief in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, and when the time is right, he will regain everything he lost.One day, I will take it back with my own hands.

Bai Feng came to visit and brought bad news, something happened to their doubts.

The father-eating Gu...seems to want his life.

The first thing he thought of was not Buyi, but Ji Zhen.Maybe it was a trap, but he still came to her side without hesitation.

They haven't seen each other for a year.

He stood in front of her with a clear and shallow smile on his face.

When she was young, she seldom saw his smile, because he didn't like to show her smiling face, thinking about the past, his smile was filled with guilt.

He lost his sense of hearing, taste, and vision, and lived in a dark world. Of course he felt distressed. What made him even more sad was that she had to try her best to comfort him by pretending to be relaxed, even though she was clearly suffering.

Seventy-seven forty-nine days.

Seven seven 49 knives.

"Even if I pay the price of my life, I will not let him have trouble." He promised her so.

Of course he won't break his promise.

He would never allow himself to break his promise in front of her again.

Shuzi's visit brings worse news that his father is dead.He should go home as soon as possible to handle the funeral to show his filial piety, but he had to stay because of unsuspecting things.

Shuzi misunderstood, he didn't want to cause more trouble to Ji Zhen, and didn't explain anything.

"Father, please don't blame the child for being unfilial. He will definitely go home to apologize in the future."

Facing Xinzheng's direction, he knelt down and kowtowed.

Tears broke the embankment.

After suppressing it for many years, it finally broke out completely at this moment.

He is also a father, and he began to understand Zhang Ping's good intentions for him.When he was young, he was not close to his strict father, and when he grew up, he went to study far away, and he was even more distant. The relationship between father and son was weak, but during the two years of fleeing, the relationship gradually deepened.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see his father for the last time, nor could he personally handle his father's funeral.

Bigger blows came one after another, and Lord Longyang was afraid that the world would not be chaotic and would bring him a message: Liu Bang was besieged in Xingyang, and the two sides were fighting for a long time.Liu Bang went to the doctor in a hurry, and absurdly adopted the suggestion of the politician Li Shiqi-implemented the "moving policy" and decided to enfeoff the six kingdoms.

Listening to Longyang Jun's ridicule, he clenched his fists silently, a tearing pain came from his wrist, and the wound was completely opened again.

Blood snaked down his wrist, dripping drop by drop, and the bandages were all stained red, which was extremely dazzling under the bright moonlight.

He could barely support his exhausted body, and he would not and would not allow himself to collapse in front of others.As proud as he is, he only raised his lips and whispered to her: "...Ah Zhen, it's fine."

His fingers slid across her soft cheeks, and gently pressed the corners of her eyes, calming the warmth that was about to burst out of her eyes in an instant.

He said it doesn't matter.This is not the first time they have faced such a predicament, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

No matter how many twists and turns you have gone through, it doesn't matter.

As long as they are all around, all is not hopeless.There must be a day, and the clouds will open and the moon will shine.

Even in the days when Xingyang was besieged, he never wavered in his belief.In the military camp, he met a boy who looked very similar to her.

The boy's name is Ah Mo, and he is Korean like them. His country was destroyed and his family was scattered, and he experienced too many hardships early on.

At this point, his dream was no longer to revive Korea.He wants to assist Mingjun to create a peaceful country.

No one will experience the ruin of the country and family, no one will live a life of homelessness, and no more dead bones of heroic souls will be buried on the battlefield.

In the twilight, he remembered the wonders he had seen during his long travels. He saw the water falling from a high altitude, smashing himself heavily into the deep pool in an irreversible gesture, and then breaking apart, splashing spectacular foam , twisting and merging, and finally lost in the dust.

All the turmoil, he hoped it would all return to calm.

Later, Ah Mo was killed by Ji Zhen, and his death was miserable. Ji Zhen needed to take his place and sneak into Xingyang.He knows all of this.

Ji Zhen advocated the once-and-for-all approach, but what he wanted to know more was whether Ji Zhen would be ruthless if she knew about A Mo's life experience.

"Ah Zhen, it's easy to destroy a person's dream...but it's very difficult to make a person's dream come true."

The magnificent forest in Xiaoshengxianzhuang was created by wind, frost, rain and dew for a hundred years or more. However, a fire ordered by Yingzheng burned it down in a few days.

A hundred years, or even longer, may never be able to create that forest again.

I miss the days I don’t see, and I still miss the days I see.

I miss the time when they lived in harmony, but those days are few and far between.

The first time I saw her was when they were ten years old, they attended a night banquet at Han Palace.He really fell in love with her at first sight.Although the process was extremely short and fleeting, he had to admit that he liked watching her nibble on tea cakes, he found it quite interesting.

She ran after him for many years, and when he finally turned around, she was finally gone.

They were separated by a deep gully into two people on the road, running in opposite directions, getting further and further apart.

She left the last piece of tea cake for him to eat, it's rare that she can still think about him - it's not easy to snatch food from her mouth, it's like snatching food from a tiger's mouth.

She joked that his eating was too elegant: "Yo, Xiao Mian, I have learned to love myself."

He smiled and said, "Otherwise, who would love me?"

I wanted to make a joke to make her laugh, but I felt a little sad first.

Many years later, thinking about this scene, he can still clearly remember Ji Zhen's expression at this moment—a face that was originally smiling happily, but was as stiff as if it was about to cry.

She talked to him about the world: "Zhang San, do you believe in reincarnation and afterlife?"

"...I don't believe it."

If you can't stay with you in this life, what do you want to do in the afterlife?

"Don't lament this life, don't want the next life."

He does not want false sustenance, he wants fresh things, he wants real existence.

Therefore, he does not want an afterlife.

He took her to watch the sunrise from the tall buildings in Xingyang, watching the rising sun rise from the clouds, little by little, until the sky slowly changed from orange red to light blue, it was very beautiful, no worse than Dinglanshan.

At the beginning of March, at the end of April, everything is excellent.The time they spend together is as peaceful as gurgling water, slowly and slowly.

Regarding the past, they tacitly kept silent.He hoped that this kind of life would be longer, longer, or it would be like this forever.

"Ah Zhen, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," she replied lazily, turning her face to the side, "I'm thinking about what you looked like ten years ago."

Ten years ago, at that time, he was 16 years old.

At an age of pride and arrogance, he is so vigorous that he has not yet experienced the destruction of his family and country.

"Do you remember that?