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From then on, whenever Ku Tong went to the street to sell seafood, he always had to follow this well-dressed Young Master Jiang behind him.

He said it was the young master, but later he found out that Wang Ma was just doing nothing to sell vegetables.But a few years ago, the Central Plains was war-torn, so I wanted to go back to the mountains and fields, so I came all the way south to Fujian, which has nothing to do with the world.

And the young master Jiang Mingfeng has always liked dancing and writing, and he couldn't let go of his previous figure when he came to Fujian Province. He hid in the house all day long and made calligraphy and painting. His obsession was so strong that Wang Jing's head grew dizzy.She knew that his son had a habit of cutting off sleeves, and she knew that he was so beautiful, so she introduced this poor boy to him on an idea.

Such a try, the effect is really great.Where is he still as unkempt as before, often wearing a black coat, with his hair half combed in a bun, and holding a folding fan in his hand, not to mention how handsome he is, at least he looks more energetic.

Seeing this "follower", Ku Tong felt mixed feelings.First of all, as long as he stands behind, the business is always good, and often it is sold out in half a day.Secondly, Ku Tong is still a little alienated from him, and he hasn't decided whether to develop further with him.

"A-Tong, look at the sunshine today, isn't it just like the poems and books say, 'Ninety springs are bright against the sun, and the mountain city is oblique and the apricot blossoms are fragrant'?"

Jiang Mingfeng was in high spirits. Apart from selling fresh food with him, he also loved reciting poems and painting.

On the contrary, Ku Tong listened with gusto. He has never been able to find an opportunity to study, and now there is a ready-made private school teacher standing in front of him, so why not do it?

Ku Tong gradually got used to it after going back and forth like this, and even Wan Dong, who had always been shy of strangers, was amused by him and giggled.

In this way, Ku Tong was no longer awkward.

"Did you hear that! General Hussars won the battle! He even eradicated the head of the Japanese pirates! He is on his way back to Beijing!" Suddenly a person shouted in the middle of the street.

After hearing this, the neighbors in the neighborhood immediately put down their work and began to cheer loudly, such as "the emperor's grace is mighty" and "the general's mighty power".

"This General Wen is really a young talent! He wiped out the powerful Turkic army in just two years! The younger generation is awesome!" Jiang Mingfeng didn't seem to realize it, and his blood was full of enthusiasm.

Kutong forced a smile and nodded slightly.

Although Ku Tong has heard a lot of news about him over the years, and has indeed let him go, it is always a little unrealistic, and he will often be in a daze for a long time.

But no matter what, Kutong still hopes that he can return safely.

Jiang Mingfeng, however, was in high spirits, spreading out the rice paper he carried with him, picking up a pen and splashing ink, and writing many poems in a profuse manner.

After Ku Tong glanced at it, he didn't care about it anymore. First, he didn't understand it, and second, it was a tribute to "him", so it's better not to involve too much.

"A Tong! I'll give you this poem as a gift! I don't have anything to sell, so I can make some poems... Don't dislike me." Jiang Mingfeng handed the poem to him a little shyly. Poor boy.

I wanted to borrow flowers to offer Buddha.

Ku Tong immediately laughed out loud, but still took it.

With Jiang Mingfeng, Ku Tong's life has indeed become much richer.Accompanied by many people every day, after all, it is different from usual.

Jiang Mingfeng is a very reasonable person, he has never made any overreaching actions during these days, and Ku Tong is also happy and at ease, so he simply went to Jiang Mingfeng's courtyard to study poetry in his spare time.

This is undoubtedly flattering to Jiang Mingfeng, but he still tries his best to teach, from poetry and books to Lisao, although he learns slowly every day, the emphasis is on keeping improving.

Seeing their increasingly warm relationship, Wang Jing was very happy, and said a lot of good things in front of Jiang Qingzhen.Gradually, Jiang's family members unanimously recognized Kutong as a family, and Wang Jing was even more serious, thinking that Kutong would become his wife as a certainty.

She became more and more interested in him, as long as the family had some, she would send another copy to Kutong's house.The bitter boy is sincere and fearful, but always repays double.But Qing Yu is much calmer, every time he takes it for Ku Tong, not to mention how happy he is.

"Hey, Ku Tong. I said you should go ahead. No one else can find such a good marriage with a lantern!" Qing Yu stepped on the stool, holding a chicken leg in each of his left and right hands, and his mouth was dripping with oil.

Wan Dong was sitting on the sidelines having fun, and when she heard this, she tilted her head in doubt: "Uncle, what do you mean?"

Ku Tong's face turned dark when he heard it, and he pushed Qing Yu: "Eat yours! Talk less!"

Qing Yu stopped the flag and drum, and sat back on the stool in an instant.

Although Wandong is still young, she can understand many things, but she doesn't know how to express them.She knew that her father didn't want to say more, so she didn't ask any more.

After Kutong coaxed Wandong to sleep at night, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

He understood what Qing Yu meant, and he also knew what he wanted.Although he didn't like that Jiang Mingfeng, it was really too much for him to take care of Wan Dong by himself, so if someone could really help him... Maybe, it would be nice.

After figuring it out, Ku Tong lovingly pressed a kiss on Wan Dong's forehead, and then fell asleep.

And thousands of kilometers away, it is another scene.

It was snowing thousands of miles there, rocks pierced through the sky, and the wind was particularly bitter at night.

But the Yongchang camp in the snow looked exceptionally harmonious.They sat on the ground in front of the camp, and there was a lot of snow in the sky, but it couldn't stop the enthusiasm of these people to sing and drink, and the scars of wind, food, and camping couldn't stop their pride and ambition. Everyone laughed sincerely, but relaxed and happy.

It is because of the battle that has been fought for nearly three years that it has finally won!

"Vice General Li! Why can't we see General Wen in these good days!"

"Yes! I can't waste any good words I thought of!"

Sit down and roar with laughter.

"All of us are thanks to General Wen, otherwise all of us brothers would have died in hell." One of the eyes was blindfolded when he spoke, but he smiled sincerely.

After hearing this, the strong men nodded one after another, just wanting to tell General Wen their heartfelt words.

Although Li Rong, the chariot general, refused to accept that such a junior became his general two years ago, he had to accept it after two years of training.Now drinking with the brothers, I also started to feel difficult after hearing this.

He also called General Wen just now, but he didn't even leave the camp, hid inside and said "no need" in a muffled voice, and then he didn't speak again.

"Maybe General Wen still has something on his mind... It's all right! Brothers should eat and drink, you can't disappoint General Wen's intentions!"

The strong men looked at each other and responded instantly.

They naturally knew that General Wen had been sitting alone since he beheaded Wen Huailin himself last month, so they guessed that General Wen was a true-tempered brother who couldn't forget his brother.

But the fact is not the case, and only Wen Huaizhou knows about it.

He sat alone in the empty tent, listening to the laughter of the soldiers outside, he was not infected at all, but became more and more quiet.

Trembling, he took out the crumpled and out of shape paper from his arms, examined it carefully, as if he couldn't hold it anymore, tears streamed down his face.

That day, he trampled Wen Huailin under his body, with the sword pressed against his neck, he was unspeakably arrogant, and he also believed that he was his own defeated general.But just one sentence can completely defeat Wen Huaizhou.

——"You, do you still remember the night when Ku Tong disappeared two years ago?"

Wen Huaizhou was startled, obviously the sword had reached the roar, but his hand trembled and couldn't stab it.

This is the scar on his heart, which he doesn't want to mention all his life.

——"Hahahaha, Kutong was crushed by several Turkic brothers that night, and his clothes were stripped off, but he still resisted desperately..."

No!say no more!

——"Ha...but what's the most ridiculous thing? It's that he's already bruised...and you beat him [-] times...hahahahahaha!"

Stop - stop talking!I don't want to hear any more!

—— "What? Mr. Wen, who is not afraid of anything? Aren't you going to kill me? Why don't you dare to do it? "

me……

Wen Huaizhou was afraid.

Ku Tong was his weakness in this life, the cinnabar mole on the tip of his heart, the person he would try his best to protect.

But...Wen Huaizhou discovered that all the scars on Kutong's body were caused by himself.

God knows how the bitter boy spent that dark night?He must have been terrified, but he still ran out...even though he was bruised and hoarse.

And myself?What have you done?When he first came to Wenfu, he ignored the harm his mother gave him, and wiped out the innocence he should have left... When he was the most helpless and isolated, he doubled his pain... He regarded him as someone else The substitute almost hurt the hard-won child of the two...

"Ah—don't say it! Don't say it!" Wen Huaizhou was so angry that he hugged his head and yelled loudly, his body bowed into a ball.

"General Wen! Be careful!"

Wen Huaizhou didn't react, even though the sword was blocked by the vigorous Li Rong, his arm was still cut.

"General Wen, you..."

Before Li Rong could finish his Guanyou words, Wen Huaizhou stabbed him in the neck without hesitation, blood splashed on his clothes, but he didn't seem to notice.

That day Wen Huaizhou took the lead to return to the camp with heavy steps, and he didn't ask the military to treat his injuries, and he didn't speak any more.

The soldiers stared blankly, but they were also helpless.

The next day, Wen Huaizhou walked out by himself, the wound had already bled dry, but his face was still calm, even more silent.

Not long after that day, the Yongchang army won a great victory, which can be described as a national celebration.

But Wen Huaizhou locked himself in the house again.

Wen Huaizhou carefully rubbed the piece of paper into his arms, as if he was embracing someone, and also seemed to be comforting himself.

In the depths of the night, the clouds disappear and the snow falls, the sky in Liangshan is extraordinarily bright, and the Milky Way walks through the clouds.

The next day, the ten-thousand-strong army returned to Beijing in mighty strength. Along the way, the common people worshiped, singing and dancing.General Wen also acted resolutely, and led the soldiers to walk for a whole day before resting. In this way, he returned to Beijing within seven days.

On the day of returning to Beijing, all the birds turned to the phoenix, and the purple air came from the east.Wen Huaizhou took the lead alone, all the ministers stood neatly in front of the palace to bow to him, and the white-haired sage stood at the front, with kind eyes and kind eyes.

On that day, all the officers and men were rewarded, and Wen Huaizhou, as a hussar general, was even more glorious.The Holy Majesty invited everyone to the Zhaohui Pavilion for a banquet, singing and dancing, drinking wine and wine, and Wen Huaizhou disappeared within a short time.

He pattered his horse's hooves all the way, and returned to Wen's mansion at a fast speed.

Seeing their own son, Wen Zhengting and Xu Ningmei burst into tears, and pulled him to talk a lot.And Wen Huaizhou seemed to be more than happy to think about leaving, but he returned to Fengyan Garden after a while.

Fengyan Garden has taken on a new look, and the servants also burst into tears when they saw their master's return.Looking at the empty Fengyan Garden, Wen Huaizhou felt indescribably sad.

But he still received the welcome banquet from Wen's residence. That night he got drunk and lay down in the room he hadn't seen for a long time.

Biyu and the others didn't bother, but the next morning, they found that Fengyan Garden was already empty.

A letter was left on the table, and the servants took the letter and handed it to Wen Zhengting and Xu Ningmei.

Xu Ningmei burst into tears after reading it, and Wen Zhengting couldn't help blushing, saying in succession, "Let's go early and come back early."

The geese in the sky flew slowly, and the breeze brought not only the fragrance of flowers, but also the longing from afar.One person rides one by one to walk the rivers and lakes, and the horseshoes gallop across the rivers and mountains.The spring breeze of the rolling curtain turned over the yellowed rice paper, and the beautiful fonts are endless lovesickness.

--"wait for me."