I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

When Zhuo Ling's child was two years old, Xiao Yang, as the King of Nanman, sent a gift to Zhuo Ling.

During these two years, although Nanman was still an independent country, in fact, Zhuo Ling's army had already quietly occupied most of Nanman.

At this time, the Southern Barbarians were basically controlled by the Chen Kingdom.

When attending his child's birthday party, Xiao Yang had basically lost all five senses, and only his eyes could still see things.

Xiao Yang looked at the toddler girl running towards him and tried to hide away in panic.

Zhuo Yao also went. Bai Zhi and Meng Ying were very busy and only sent a large number of gifts, but no one showed up.

And Feng Tianxiang is nowhere to be found.

Zhuo Yao looked at the child running over, frowning. Children are not like adults and are more likely to get sick. He asked nervously, "Should we pull it apart?"

Zhuo Ling shook his head, "No need, he's not injured."

Zhuo Yao also understood, and she had already let it go.

So the two of them watched the two-year-old girl chasing Xiao Yang around the yard.

Until the child fell down and started crying loudly, Xiao Yang was at a loss as to what to do, not knowing whether to go forward or run away.

Xiao Yang remembered that Jing'er also loved to crawl towards him like this that year, and he didn't even dare to hug him.

He didn't know what to do, and could only yell awkwardly, "Sister...sister...what should I do?"

The word "sister" made Zhuo Ling laugh. She pulled Xiao Yang aside and sat him, holding the child and putting it into his arms.

Bai Zhi did the same and put the child into his arms.

Xiao Yang held the child stiffly, not daring to move, and tried his best to avoid the child's outstretched hand.

The chubby little hand grabbed Xiao Yang's white hair and tried to climb up, but it was not paying attention and grabbed a handful of Xiao Yang's hair off.

Zhuo Yao was startled and quickly took the child away.

A bunch of white hair scattered all over the ground, Xiao Yang curled his lips helplessly, he might not live long.

But he held the child today, which was also a very happy thing.

He stayed in the Zhennan Palace built by Zhuo Ling in Nanzhao City for several days, and Zhuo Ling treated him like his own brother.

A few days ago, knowing that Xiao Yang was coming to the birthday party, she wrote a letter to Bai Zhi and asked about Xiao Yang's preferences.

But he couldn't hear or taste anything, he just kept saying it was delicious.

Finally, after seven days, Xiao Yang became dying.

When he was on the verge of death, he found Zhuo Ling and Zhuo Yao, knelt in front of them, and kowtowed to them solemnly.

"If it weren't for me, your family would have lived well, but Madam Zhuo died because of me, General Zhuo died because of me, they all died because of me..."

Zhuo Ling no longer blamed him. It was all fate. When he was so weak, Zhuo Ling had no complaints at all. She covered her mouth, bit her lips, and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Yang, I don't blame you..."

As she spoke, she realized that Xiao Yang couldn't hear her forgiveness.

She leaned over and took Xiao Yang's hand. Xiao Yang's vision was already blurry, and now his eyes were blurred by tears. He couldn't even see the figure.

Zhuo Ling pulled him, and he knelt and moved forward a few steps. Zhuo Ling sat down and gently placed his head on her lap, resting it on her knees.

She stroked his white hair gently over and over again. Even though her strokes were as light as a feather, each time she stroked, she still managed to remove several strands of hair.

Xiao Yang rested his head on Zhuo Ling's legs, and her appearance became clear in his mind again. He still remembered that when he first met Zhuo Ling, she proudly said that she had two younger brothers.

"Can I call you sister..."

These were Xiao Yang's last words. He could not hear Zhuo Ling's permission, nor could he hear her words asking him to live well.

Just die quietly like this.

Until Xiao Yang stopped breathing, Zhuo Ling's teeth trembled, she grabbed Zhuo Yao's hand and cried bitterly.

Xiao Yang had to endure the dark world and the great suffering all by himself.

"How could there be a child with such a miserable life?" Zhuo Ling seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be asking Zhuo Yao.

Zhuo Yao also had difficulty breathing.

He also remembered the boy who gave him a piece of dessert and ate it with his fingernails.

If he could turn back time, he would like to go back and bring him more snacks.

But this world is incredibly cruel. There is no if.

After Xiao Yang died, Meng Ying and Bai Zhi didn't care about anything else and rushed there day and night, arriving just in time for his burial.

His whole body is full of poison, and the only way to burn it out is with fire.

Bai Zhi just watched him, his long body lying in the firewood pile, being swallowed by the flames bit by bit, crying uncontrollably.

She hated herself for not coming to see him.

She hated herself for not being better to him, not trying harder to be good to him, even if it would only make him a little happier, a little happier, and make him feel that his life was not in vain.

Zhuo Yao went back and set up a tablet for Xiao Yang in the Zhuo family's ancestral hall. During festivals, he might bring a pot of wine to pay tribute to his brother.

Xiao Yang’s death means the death of the Nanman King.

Meng Ying took advantage of the situation and announced to the outside world as a matter of course that the Nanman had been destroyed and their territory had been incorporated into the Chen Kingdom.

He promised to continue developing the antidote for the drug slaves in Medicine King Valley until the day when it is developed. This would stabilize the overall situation.

Meng Ying and Bai Zhi stayed in Nanzhao City for a month before they gradually recovered.

This month is a separation, but also a reunion, and after the reunion, we face separation again.

There will always be a time for separation and a time for the next meeting.

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Although the overall situation had been decided, Xiao Yang's death still caused unrest in the land of Nanman.

The high mountains and steep cliffs of the Southern Barbarians have isolated the people here into tribes and ethnic groups.

The demise of the Southern Barbarians caused each tribe to begin to think about independence and become restless.

How to govern this turbulent place has become a huge problem.

Zhuo Ling had a huge headache. After all, she and Zhuo Yao grew up in Chenjing and didn't know the tribes here well enough. The chieftains of these tribes all had their own opinions, and Zhuo Ling couldn't even understand their language.

Meng Ying asked her to find someone she trusted to take charge. Zhuo Ling only thought of one person, but he was gone.

She didn't know whether Feng Tianxiang was alive or dead, nor did she know where he was.

If he were still alive, would he know that he had another daughter?

If he knew, how cruel he would be, not even taking a look!

In the days that followed, she started looking for people. She wanted to get an explanation from Feng Tianxiang no matter whether he recognized the child or not.

After years of searching, we finally found a clue.

It is said that there was a man named Feng in Eagle Mountain. He was covered with tattoos and was forced into the mountain by the locals and tortured to death. At that time, they swore loudly that they would avenge their people and hang the man's head on a sacred tree for vultures to eat.

When Zhuo Ling heard the news, her heart suddenly ached. No matter how ruthless he was, he was still the person who had accompanied her for a while and the father of her child.

She didn't want to believe such a thing, so she led her troops to Eagle Mountain. She didn't want to start a war before the peace talks, so she sneaked into Eagle Mountain with a few lieutenants who knew the local language.