[Fifth Personality] Nian Nian Hanchun Dongfeng Remnant [Soul of Umbrella Dongfengyao]

The spring of Nian Han's 12th year.

After Xie Bi'an came back from Quanta, his physical condition went from bad to worse, and Cheng Shuo was very anxious about it.

Famous doctors have also searched all over, but they can't find the cause no matter what.

Cheng said that he brought a bowl of soup to Xie Bi'an who was sitting in front of the case: "My lord, please drink some soup..."

Xie Bi'an has lost his appetite since a month ago, and his body has also lost weight.If you force-eat, you will vomit after eating. It is a rare situation to be able to eat well once a day.

He put down the Langhao pen in his hand, took the bowl of soup from Cheng Shuo's hand, twisted the spoon and stirred it in the bowl, hesitated for a moment, took a spoonful and brought it to his mouth, and swallowed it slowly.

Cheng said that looking at Xie Bi'an like this, he felt that his throat was congested and astringent, and he couldn't see that the adults tried to take a few sips just to make him feel at ease.

"Cough... um..."

Xie Bi'an suddenly covered his mouth, frowning together in pain.

Cheng said that he couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and stepped forward to pat Xie Bi'an's back to make him feel better: "My lord really can't eat it, so don't force it..."

Xie Bi'an suppressed the nausea, and shook his head lightly: "I'm fine..."

Although he said he was fine, he rubbed the center of his brows tiredly, and he couldn't hide the dark blue under his eyes.

During this period of time, apart from being unable to eat, Xie Bi'an could not sleep well at night.Either having some weird dreams, or not being able to tell the difference between dreams and reality.He still kept hearing someone whispering in his ear, but when he opened his eyes, there was nothing.In addition, Xie Bi'an would wake up on time at about Mo Yin time every day, and after waking up, he could no longer fall asleep, and could only stare at the night outside the window until dawn.

Cheng said that he could vaguely guess the cause of Xie Bi'an's illness, but he was helpless.After all, even the doctors are helpless, how can his little attendant cure Xie Bi'an's disease.

If this continues...continues like this, my lord...

Cheng Shuo's eyes became hot, and he didn't dare to think about it.

If Mr. Xie really has something wrong, how can he be worthy of Mr. Fan...

Outside the window, the spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the birds are chirping and playing among the branches, chasing each other.Phoenix-tailed butterflies dance lightly, contrasting with bright winter jasmine flowers.The air is filled with the fragrance of fragrant grass and a slight earthy smell, and there seems to be a hint of cold fragrance that is independent from the world.

"...The yellow plum blossoms are still in bloom."

Looking at the vibrant scene in the courtyard, Xie Bi'an muttered.

"Yes, my lord, the blooming season of yellow plums is not over yet." Cheng Shuo took the words, "Your lord, do you want to take a walk in the garden?"

"...No need."

Cheng Shuo was clever: "Then... this subordinate, go down and break some yellow plum blossoms for your lord and put them in a bottle!"

"...Well, let's go." Xie Bi'an smiled slightly, without brushing away Cheng's good intentions.

"Okay!" Cheng said and ran out happily.

Xie Bi'an didn't know how many times he stroked the black tassel at the tail of Xiangchen, the eyes that were once like moonlight had lost their brilliance and were empty and dull.

We used to look at the flowers together, but they fell for no reason;

The spring returns and the king also goes, who will cherish the years...

.....

Another month passed.

Since five days ago, Xie Bi'an has found it extremely difficult even to walk.After walking a few steps, I felt that my chest was blocked by something, it was difficult to breathe, and my eyes were black for bursts, so I could only hold on to things and keep panting on the spot.

Today, Xie Bi'an has no choice but to stay in bed all day long, showing faint signs of the sunset.

"Cheng said..."

Xie Bi'an called softly, his voice was hoarse and weak, and he was still panting slightly.

"My lord." Cheng said, who was standing by, hurried forward.

"...I know, I'm afraid I'm..."

"My lord, don't talk nonsense, you'll be fine!"

Cheng Shuo hurriedly interrupted Xie Bi'an, as if Xie Bi'an hadn't said this sentence completely, it would not happen.

Xie Bi'an looked helplessly and amusedly at Cheng and said that he was deceiving himself, but he didn't continue to finish the sentence just now.

"...Cheng said, I have a wish."

"Your Excellency, just say it, Cheng said he will die!"

Received Cheng Shuo's sonorous response, Xie Bi'an's eyebrows suddenly swept away the gloomy color of the past:

"...When I'm gone, just bury me and Wugui together."

Xie Bi'an showed a smile as bright as the spring sun to Cheng Shuo, so dazzling that he was stunned in place, his mind went blank.After reacting, Cheng Shuo had an expression of shock and disbelief on his face.

"...she is in the land of destruction, benevolent and benevolent, saving lives and healing the wounded. Although no one knows where she came from, the people there call her a 'Jade Girl'. Not long ago, she was married as a woman."

Xie Bi'an spoke at a moderate pace.

"Someone once asked, "Jade Girl Xinglin Xuanhu, what else can't be cured by her?"

"My lord..." Cheng Shuo's voice began to tremble.

Xie Bi'an then said slowly: "She replied with a sense of loss, of course there is."

Cheng Shuo's lips trembled, and he couldn't say anything.

"The most troublesome thing is the 'thorn fire poison' of the Northern Witch...

What Xie Bi'an knew was naturally not only these.

He let out a long breath, stopped talking, and just looked at Cheng Shuo gently.

Cheng said he knew he couldn't hide it anymore...

...

In May of the eighth year of Nianhan, after Fan Wujiu received the news that Xie Bi'an was unconscious, he prepared his horses and carriages and prepared to rush to the frontier.

After receiving the news that Xie Bi'an woke up the next day, he finally let go of his hanging heart.

In about a month, he will be able to see Brother An.

Fan Wujiu has never been so happy.

It was night, and he sent everyone in the room out.

"grown ups."

A masked man in black appeared in front of Fan Wujiu.

Fan Wujiu asked: "How is the progress?"

"Go back to my lord, the evidence is almost complete."

"Yeah." He tapped his fingertips on the table.

Three years ago, he inadvertently involved a shocking secret when investigating the details of the Duke of Zhen—the Duke of Zhen stole private soldiers.

As for what to do to secretly raise private soldiers...it goes without saying.

So, for the past three years, Fan Wujiu has been collecting relevant evidence, preparing to expose him, so that he will never stand again.Just a few days ago, I received a message from Brother An again - under the order of the Prime Minister, Mo Rong secretly communicated with Bei Wu, intending to rebel and cause Daxing to die.

In this way, if all the clues are connected in series, will Fan Wujiu still not understand the truth of everything?

"My lord..." the spy hesitated to speak.

Fan Wujiu frowned, knowing that there was something important: "Say."

"...Duke Zhen is eager to save his son, and will lead his troops tomorrow to intercept and kill General Xie on the way..."

Fan Wujiu was startled: "...Is this really true?"

"It's true."

"..." Fan Wujiu breathed heavily, "...you go down first."

After dismissing the spies, Fan Wujiu gradually thought about it.

Time was running out, Duke Zhen set off the next day, and it was impossible to send a message to Brother An in time.

The only safe way now is to directly take the life of Lord Zhen Guo.

The town government's mansion is heavily guarded and full of masters, he can't guarantee that his assassins will be safe.

And the person with the highest martial arts among them is himself...

The assassination process was full of difficulties, but Fan Wujiu successfully exchanged Zhen Guogong's life at the price of being stabbed in the shoulder.

It was not impulsive for Fan Wujiu to assassinate a Duke so boldly.

Given the crimes committed by Lord Zhen Guo, death is not a pity.What's more, he was about to expose Duke Zhen, so he had no fear, so he had no fear of being found out that the assassin was himself.

It's better to be a man than a day.What Fan Wujiu never expected was that because of this assassination, the thorn fire poison in his body was completely stimulated.

Acanthopanax poison is the most taboo to use force, and Fan Wujiu's shoulder injury intensified the penetration of the poison.The decoction he had taken before could no longer restrain the toxin that was completely out of control like a runaway wild horse, neither the imperial physician nor Qianhong could do anything about it.

Fan Wujiu's health deteriorated, and he fell into a coma from time to time.

On that day, Fan Wujiu woke up from a coma that lasted three days, and the situation seemed to be all right, he even stayed at the bed and sorted out all the evidence himself, and asked Cheng Shuo to hand it over to the Taifu.

Cheng Shuo finally heaved a sigh of relief, he was delighted with Fan Wujiu's improvement, presumably the lord will be back to normal soon if this continues.

Unexpectedly, that night, Fan Wujiu suddenly began to vomit blood, fell into a coma again, and became unconscious.

Cheng said it was only then that he realized that the previous improvement was just a flashback....

Fan Wujiu woke up, called Cheng Shuo to him, and began to order the funeral.

"Absolutely, absolutely not let Brother An know..."

He was as angry as a gossamer, holding on to his spirit and admonishing Cheng Shuo.

"...Send Qianhong away. Then tell Brother An...Because of the truth, I have become disheartened about this country, so I went back to the mountains and forests."

Fan Wujiu took a deep breath, closed his eyes unbearably, and continued to say the following words as if making up his mind:

"And...I am married to Qianhong, and Qianhong is pregnant with a son..."

Speaking of the latter, Fan Wujiu couldn't help but start to choke up.

He understood how cruel these words would be to Xie Bi'an.

But... Brother An can only feel at ease as long as he is happy and happy.

Fan Wujiu knows Xie Bi'an best.

Then, he pointed out the big case to Cheng Shuo:

"Brother An may become suspicious just by conveying it verbally. There is a letter written by me on the big case, and I can just hand this letter to Brother An when the time comes."

Cheng Shuo looked at Fan Wujiu's darkened skin due to toxin erosion, sobbed uncontrollably:

"So...can you really hide it from General Xie?"

...Can you really hide it from Brother An?

He embraced the oil-paper umbrella that Xie Bi'an gave him in a wistful embrace, knowing that he was just deceiving himself.

"...If you can hide it for a day, it's a day."

Nature can't hide it.

"Cough...uh..."

Fan Wujiu began to vomit blood into the spittoon again, the black blood was mixed with lumps of meat.

Seeing Fan Wujiu in such pain, Cheng Shuo hated himself for not being able to replace him with his own body.

"Cough... remember, I must be buried under the yellow plum tree in the courtyard."

After finally recovering a bit, Fan Wujiu said to Cheng Shuo with a light smile.

In this way, he can continue to wait for Brother An to come back and stay by his side...

"From now on, take good care of Brother An for me..."

Fan Wujiu caressed the black tassel at the end of the umbrella greedily, his eyes were as gentle as the clouds after a new rain in the mountains and forests in the south of the Yangtze River.

His snow-white long hair reflected the candlelight, piercing Cheng Shuo's eyes red.Cheng said that he could no longer restrain his bitter grief and burst into tears.

Don't cry, remember my words...

But Fan Wujiu just opened his mouth slightly, and he didn't have any strength to say this sentence anymore.

Cheng Shuo's crying gradually faded away, Fan Wujiu's eyes gradually blurred, and the scene in front of him also began to change.

He saw, on the day when he first met Brother An in Fengshan, he suddenly looked back at him with a startling glance;

He saw Brother An holding the heavy stack of books bravely and refusing to let go, his fair cheeks were smudged into a light pink;

He saw that Brother An tucked up the quilt for himself who had a high fever, patted his forehead, and pretended to be angry and said, aren't they considered family members?

He saw that Brother An gently smoothed his brows, and said that in the future, they would work together to end the wars he hated;

He also saw that on the day of their first expedition, they walked side by side, taking the heaven and the earth as witnesses, and made an oath together...

Memories flashed before their eyes one by one like a revolving lantern, and what they reproduced was all the beauty they once had.Fan Wujiu watched all this greedily and reluctantly, only hated that his life was too short...

The last scene that appeared was the day when Xie Bi'an set off for an expedition.

In the white snow, Xie Bian's ink-like long hair was dyed white by the white snow, fluttering in the wind, and his heroic appearance could not conceal the brilliance.

Now that his hair is as white as snow, so it's not too much for him to regard it as the same as Brother An's gray hair, right?

Forgive him for being capricious this time, and don't ask Brother An's wishes.

He laughed dumbly.

The only downside is that Brother An's back is getting farther and farther away from me...

"...you are so broad, you can't live without me;"

It's a pity that the distance is too far, we can't meet again;

"Yu Xunxi, don't believe me..."

It's a pity that the parting is too long, and it is difficult to fulfill my vow.

Not being able to meet your triumph in person... I broke my promise.

This is Fan Wujiu's only regret.

Life should come back, and death should be Sauvignon Blanc.

The lettering on the handle of the umbrella has long been blurred by his rubbing.

"...Damn, Sauvignon Blanc."

Crystal tears slowly overflowed from the corners of Fan Wujiu's eyes.

...I'm sorry, I can't go on with you in the future.

With the dripping of tears, those once upright and awe-inspiring eyes completely lost their vitality.

After all, the back of Xie Bi'an's departure three years ago was frozen in front of Fan Wujiu's eyes, condensed into eternity...

.......

Xie Bi'an listened to all this in silence, and was sobbing uncontrollably.

Ever since Morong lost to him in the competition, Lord Zhen Guo, like Morong, targeted and tripped him intentionally or unintentionally.

So how can Xie Bi'an fail to understand why Fan Wujiu went to great lengths to investigate the details of Duke Zhen——

No blame is clearing the way for yourself in the future.

"...Thank you for telling me this, Cheng Shuo." Xie Bi'an said with a smile, "I'm a little tired, you go down first."

"Yes, my lord would like to rest."

Cheng Shuo knew that Xie Bi'an was just forcing a smile on his face, so it would be better to leave space for him at this time.So he bowed to him and retreated silently.

Xie Bi'an was the only one left in the world again.

He stared blankly at the orderly vertical and horizontal beams.

"...Nantai will remember each other forever, and this trip is boundless...unexpected."

Xie Bi'an murmured like a dreamer.

After a while, Xie Bi'an struggled to get up from the couch, staggered to support the wall, walked stiffly like a puppet with lost soul to the door, and pushed the door open.

The spring is full of fragrance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon.

Xie Bi'an took a deep look at the spring scenery in front of him, and then came to the yellow plum tree with difficulty, every step seemed so heavy.

The flowering period has passed, and those bright flowers have long since fallen, replaced by ordinary green leaves.

And under the tree, it is the place where Wugui sleeps forever...

In an instant, Xie Bi'an's body seemed to have lost all strength, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Wugui... Wugui clearly never left me, always, always by my side, but I was ignorant...

He stroked the soil under his feet tremblingly.

He has been waiting for himself to come back, and he has never broken his promise...

Tears condensed into one ball, blurring Xie Bi'an's eye sockets.

The impermanence of the world is unpredictable; he hates the impermanence of this world, but he hates himself even more.

Xie Bi'an covered his face with his hands.

...twice, twice!No blame is for yourself!

If it wasn't for me... If it wasn't for me, how could Wugui...

Tears burst and overflowed from between the fingers.

Life does not meet each other, as if participating in business...

No blame, his no blame...

Xie Bi'an knelt down on the ground, kissing the soil reverently like a faithful believer.

I don't know how long it took before Xie Bi'an staggered to his feet, looked up at the tree in front of him, and seemed to see the scene where he and Wu Jiu were drinking and singing in the courtyard again——

"Don't leave, don't leave, say goodbye, plum blossoms fly down and play three times..."

"Sand Chi rushes to bleed blood and dye clothes, and sheds fragrance and tears to look forward to the king's return..."

"Leave the plum alone, Can Xuelei, there is no one in the plum blossom's heart, I only hope that the original king will return."

"I will live and die with you, where will my dreams go in the south of the Yangtze River..."

......

How much you can imagine playing the song "Three Lanes of Plum Blossoms" with Wu Jiu Xunchi again.

But now, one of them stands on the ground, and the other sleeps underground...

It must be very dark and cold down there, no blame...?

You who are so afraid of the long night, are you afraid...?

It's ok...

Xie Bi'an suddenly showed a relaxed and warm smile.

He took off a golden ribbon from his hair, and tied it lightly on the strongest branch, and then took off the incense dust from his waist, and tied it next to the ribbon.

The distance between life and death, the distance between Yin and Yang, although difficult to overcome, is not insurmountable.

Xie Bi'an closed his eyes.

One day, we will meet again.

"May you not forget, in the next life and relative..."

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In the 21s of the 20st century, a coffin was unearthed from the ruins of Dingguo Gongfu in the ancient Nantai.

Inside the coffin are two skeletons, an oil-paper umbrella and a xun-shaped pendant.

What is puzzling is that the hair color of the two skeletons is black and white; they are both clearly male, but they are holding hands; and the tassels at the end of the oil-paper umbrella and the pendant are suspected to be human hair.

According to reports after research by the expert team, the identity of the owner of the tomb has been basically confirmed.

One of them was Xie Bi'an, Dingguo Duke [former General of the North Town] Xie Bi'an during the Nianhan period. He was only 27 years old and never married;

The other one, the general Fan Wujiu whose whereabouts are suspected to be unknown, is about 23 years old.

After testing, the DNA on the two tassels exactly matched the two skeletons....

The author has something to say: Thank you everyone who saw this!

The nobleman of Bian is no longer here, so he did not survive the calamity of being 27 years old.

Life should come back, and death should be Sauvignon Blanc.

The person who least wanted to leave left first...

I wrote this article at the beginning because I wanted to make a fan song by Dong Fengyao.But the official background is too little, and the lyrics are not easy to write, so I decided to just create a background by myself.

It happened that there was a brain hole about "Dongfengyao" before, and I took it out, repaired it and changed it, changed it and fixed it... That's it, QAQ

This article is probably the largest one I have ever written, and it took more than three months. It also involves tactics and military affairs, which I am least good at, and I am on the verge of baldness.

Because Dongfengyao has a different background from the original setting, he has always tried to fit the original setting as much as possible.

(For example, the original plan of Bian's death from illness was changed to hang himself, Wugui's "white hair and black skin" caused by poisoning, etc., I don't know if I found x)

Thank you for your great support.In particular, Ruoruo and a friend of mine who did not want to be named gave me a lot of great advice on military strategy!He also gave me a lot of advice.

(The military strategy part refers to the historical "Deng Ai's smuggling to Yinping" and the chapters of the Fourth Battle of Beiliang in "Fighting Knife in the Snow")

("If you don't say 'goodbye', it is not considered parting" originally comes from the sentence "If you don't say goodbye, it is not considered parting" in "My Loulan Bride")