Fast time travel: the heartthrob villain wants to die

Chapter 45 Northwest General
Shunhua shook his head helplessly and smiled, and wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by bursts of cheers from the crowd——

"The general of the Northwest has returned after a great victory, and the squadron has returned to the court!"

The people who were originally enjoying the lanterns suddenly became more lively and excited, and the crowd rushed to Chengmen East Street.

Lin Siyan and Shunhua happened to be located in the center of the Huashen Temple on the East Street, and they were squeezed into the front row by the surrounding people for a while——

"Is the leader at the head that General Murong? I heard that he is invincible. He is really young and promising!"

The person who spoke was a young girl with a blushing face. She stood on tiptoe and looked around, both excited and excited.

"It's him. My brother has always been on good terms with him, and I have met him a few times." A girl next to him teased, "Little sister, you...have you taken a fancy to that general?"

"No, don't talk nonsense." The girl was a little shy at her teasing, pretending to be offended.

"Oh, this is shyness. Others don't know you, but I don't know."

"Please, sister, please stop making fun of me..."

Lin Siyan also looked at it curiously, and saw the general wearing armor, riding a horse in a heroic manner, with a pair of dark and bottomless eyes under his sword eyebrows, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and his cold and proud aura made him People dare not approach easily.

"It's just that I heard that the general is more than a year old, why hasn't he married a wife yet?"

"Come on, you guys, what are you thinking! The Northwest General is the God of War with great military exploits, and the king with a different surname personally appointed by the Holy Majesty, can he take a fancy to you?"

At this time, several noisy voices spoke up: "This is the second king with a different surname since the founding of East Vietnam, right? I heard that the first king with a different surname will be even more prominent! His daughter almost became a queen!"

"What is a handicap? Can the queen change it casually?"

"Snatched by the rebel Dugu. Speaking of which, the princess is also pitiful. Not only did she lose her position as a queen, but she could only become a noble concubine in the end. In the end, she was so beautiful that she died at the age of 20... Sigh..."

"Discuss state affairs in the street, you don't want to die!"

"Shh, shut up, everyone."

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"My minister, Murong Fu'an, brought the coffin of General Dugu back to Beijing to report on his duties. In the first battle of Yuzhou, it was not good for the minister to escort the general. As a result, the old general died under the sword of the enemy. This minister cannot absolve himself of the responsibility. Your Majesty, please punish him!"

"Heh, it's your cleverness to take the crime quickly." Feng Wujiang picked up his teacup and chuckled lightly without raising his head when he heard the words, "'Murong Fu'an', this name was given to you by Lord Lin."

"Yes, I am a homeless person who was adopted by Lord Lin since childhood and named Fu'an."

"Then shout loudly, don't disappoint the general's wishes. Come here, draw up a decree—"

Feng Wujiang raised his eyes and stared at the young general kneeling in front of him, and slowly said: "Murong Fu'an, the son of Lord Lin's Lin family, has made great achievements in the border war for ten years, and I am very grateful; also to appease the spirit of Lord Lin in the sky, I specially named his son The king of Northwest, who lives in Murong Mansion, serves as General Zhonglang and is in charge of [-] guards in the outskirts of Beijing, hereby."

Feng Wujiang exhaled secretly, stood up, walked around the tea table and walked in front of Murong Fu'an, "The Lord Lin has no queen, do you know what I mean by this?"

"I understand that I will be loyal to Your Majesty, and I will never refuse to die."

"Very well, the good times of the Dugu clan should come to an end, do you understand?"

"I would like to listen to His Majesty's orders."

----

Feng Wujiang dreamed of that scene again.

Flowing clouds and blue sky, silver-white grassland at the foot of snow-capped mountains in winter.Wearing a white dress and a black cloak over her shoulders, the girl rides a white horse that flies down with all four hooves, galloping across the vast world.

I was still wearing the familiar red gauze prince's robe, the north wind blew by, the sleeves were blown and rattled, Feng Wujiang wanted to reach out and grab the trembling sleeves, but the forearm seemed to be heavy, no matter what can't lift up...

"Meow--"

The dark and light orange criss-crossed royal cat was full of confusion, and raised his head from Feng Wujiang's arms with untidy ears. Feng Wujiang exhaled helplessly, stretched out his index finger and gently picked at the royal cat's forehead, and the royal cat squinted his eyes and arched his head. body, with a few swipes of his tail, he suddenly jumped off the bed and headed out of the hall.

"It really looks like her."

Thoughts and dreams of the past are inseparable, Feng Wujiang naturally has no sleepiness at all, so he simply got up and casually put on his outer robe and walked barefoot to the corridor outside the hall.

He focused on the ink-splashed night sky for a long time, and slowly lowered his eyes to focus on his palm. There was a dark red scar on the lower part of his palm. Although it was an old wound, it was still terrifying.

Feng Wujiang slowly raised his hand to his mouth, rubbed his cheek against the scar, tears fell silently, and hit his fingertips. "To this day, you have been gone for 20 years..."

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During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.The rain in the early spring in the south is always raining non-stop. The rain curls and falls from the flat sky, and falls tremblingly on the emerald green new grass with the sharp spring breeze.

Murong Fu'an bowed his body and put away his umbrella. He had just returned from the mountain, and the body of Prince Lin that he secretly brought back from the battlefield was buried here.

Dew wet his sleeves.At this time, the sky was still a bit chilly, he sighed, and could vaguely see a white mist.

Although the village where he lives in seclusion is small, and there are only a few scattered households left, he still keeps the habit of visiting graves and outings.Every year during the Qingming Festival, the whole village comes out to worship their ancestors in the deep mountains where generations of ancestors are buried.

On this day, on the other hand, the streets on both sides are somewhat deserted, the restaurant doesn't mind this teacher who sheltered from the rain, and instead sends Murong Fu'an a cup of hot tea.

"Sir, be careful of catching the cold." The shop clerk was thinner than Murong Fu'an, but there was a bit of awe on his face.

Murong Fu'an nodded slightly towards him, thanked him, and took the hot tea.He was sitting under the porch, drinking a big bowl of tea one after another, but he was always thinking about the letter he received this morning.

He has read that piece of paper many times, and it is still crumpled into a ball in his sleeve.

But his heart is more chaotic than this piece of paper.He thought that his heart would finally settle down and he would be able to spend the rest of his life in this village.

No one here knows General Northwest, and no one knows Prince Murong.They only knew that Murong Fu'an was a teacher, he didn't like to talk, and he didn't laugh often, and only bought a jug of wine every Qingming Festival, and sat under the pagoda tree in their backyard, drinking it all day.

If it wasn't for the news from the royal guards this morning, Murong Fu'an almost thought that he would end his life like this.

As soon as I saw those three words, my heart, which had been peaceful for five years, suddenly became agitated.

The name "Lin Siyan" was like a cluster of sparks, which fell into his mind and immediately caught fire.

There is a difference at the border, and the officials let it go. It's about Lin Siyan, come quickly.

The tea in the bowl soon bottomed out.Murong Fu'an put the bowl on the table, closed the umbrella, and stood up again.

Seeing him, the shopkeeper of the restaurant rushed over and persuaded: "Sir, it's still raining heavily, why don't you take a rest before leaving?"

Murong Fu'an shook his head and declined politely: "This road is easy to walk only if there is heavy rain."

"Can--"

"Uncle, where's the wine I want?" Murong Fu'an interrupted the shopkeeper, "Today is Qingming, you can sprinkle a bowl in front of the door for me, thank you." This is his habit every Qingming, respecting his family , Also respect the sacrificed soldiers.

Watching Murong Fu An go away, the waiter in the shop came back to look at the shopkeeper, and asked suspiciously: "Shopkeeper, a Dugu girl came to see Mr. Murong this morning, why didn't you let me tell him?"

"Where is it that I don't allow you to say it, it is clear that Mr. Murong himself doesn't want to hear it." The shopkeeper sighed, and slapped the ledger on the edge of the table.

(End of this chapter)