[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The tenth day of April in the eighth year of Yongli.

Chu Qin sent Tong Zhang away outside the villa under the snow mountain.

After Chu Qin led the horse back, he met Ning Ke's widow.

The haggard woman bowed and saluted, Chu Qin then asked, "Is he alright?"

The woman's eyes were surprised, "Your Highness doesn't know? The patient you brought was awake at noon and was taken out by General Zhao."

Chu Qin's heart skipped a beat, "Where did you go?"

The woman replied, "It should be to the snow mountain."

Chu Qin rolled onto the horse's back, his hand holding the rein trembling.

He had a strong premonition in his heart, if he didn't see Zhao Changning this time, he would never see him again for the rest of his life.

It is rare for Zhao Yan to be in a better mental state.

Zhao Ming helped him up from the sick bed, and saw the rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance like a silent giant shadow through the window, covered with crystal clear branches.Maybe there will be a little mink jumping down from the branch and burying it in the white accumulation, rolling into a ball of snowball.

Zhao Yan's expression was soft, but she coughed violently because of the cold wind.

"Ah Ming, take me to see the snow-capped mountains."

Zhao Ming was slightly taken aback, "Brother's body..."

Zhao Yan shook her head, "It's okay."

Zhao Ming sighed, "Wherever brother wants to go, I will take you there."

Although the Biezhuang is at the foot of the snow mountain, there is still a distance from the snow mountain when walking.

Zhao Ming helped Zhao Yan into the carriage and drove there bumping along the way.

Green grass blades will emerge from the withered and yellow fields, and in a few months, groups of cattle, sheep and shepherds will be seen.

Zhao Yan may not be able to wait for that time.

When getting off the carriage, Zhao Ming carried Zhao Yan on his back.

Just like Zhao Yan carried him on his back when he was young.

Zhao Yan lay on Zhao Ming's back.

Light as a feather.

Zhao Ming stroked Zhao Yan's skinny arm and tried to control her painful expression.He can cut off the enemy's head with a single blow on the battlefield, but he can't see Zhao Yan lose a single hair.Even when Zhao Yan beat him during the most intense dispute, Zhao Ming just gritted his teeth and never resisted.

Zhao Ming put Zhao Yan on the withered grass.

Zhao Yan leaned against the tree trunk that was about to sprout new buds, letting the cold wind blow her hair.

Human life is no better than a dry and scarred old tree, which can take on a new look in spring.

The warm sun shines on half of Zhao Yan's cheek, which looks a bit bloody.

When Zhao Yan woke up today, she found that her limbs could move, her mind was extraordinarily clear, and her body, which had never known cold or heat, felt warmth, as if the broken blood vessels were reunited.

Zhao Yan leaned under the tree and said to Zhao Ming, "Ah Ming, I have avenged my mother, for the sake of my brother's death, don't remember what happened back then."

Zhao Ming turned her head away, so Zhao Yan didn't see Zhao Ming's tearful face.

Zhao Ming had never hated her past self so much, and it took a long time to adjust her emotions and said softly, "What nonsense is your brother talking about, you will live a long life."

Zhao Yan smiled, his eyes were gentle as if he was still looking at a child who was not familiar with the world.

Everyone said let him live a long life.

Where is there a person who lives a hundred years?

His mother named him Yan because he was weak when he was young. After asking the master, he decided to take the female character to deceive the eyes and ears of Lord Yama, and deliberately asked for the longevity lock.

After the mother left, the longevity lock was locked in a deep cabinet. Who would take it out and look at it after all these years?

Chu Qin said that he would live to be a hundred years old, but at that time he had cinnabar in his body and was in danger.

Zhao Ming also said that he would live a long life.

What's so good about living a hundred years?

An extra year of life means an extra year of torture.

There is no room for him in this world.

If he does not die today, he will die tomorrow.

If you don't die tomorrow, you will die the day after tomorrow.

Even if he fled into the tomb of the living dead, he would be pulled out to cut off his last chance of life.

Only in this way will the imperial court be at ease, and the world will be at ease.

The royal family who fully supported him humiliated him, and the way he pursued all his life turned his back on him.He is Zhao Yan, a sycophant, and he is no longer the number one scholar.

Zhao Yan carried her own ideals, the prosperity of her family, and her mother's blood feud all the way forward, and she was able to survive when the dust was still uncertain. Now, Zhao Ming is carrying the Zhao family, and her mother's blood feud has been avenged, and the world is peaceful and common people. Stable, the mountain that oppressed him for several years finally overturned, and when the taut strings were about to break, no matter how good a craftsman was, he couldn't save him.

Zhao Yan's voice was like a dilapidated gong, "Ah Ming, the Zhao family has always been a single lineage, and in the future we will rely on you to flourish, so don't let the Zhao family lose their sons and grandchildren."

Zhao Ming stiffened his neck, "I don't want it."

Zhao Yan coughed a few more times, and saw red blood stains on the handkerchief.

Zhao Ming stared at the blood on the handkerchief and felt pain in his heart.

"My brother always bullies me."

Zhao Yan smiled wryly, almost pleading, "Ah Ming, should you please me?"

Zhao Ming nodded with tears in her eyes, and Zhao Yan let out a long sigh of relief.

"Ah Ming, follow Chu Qin well in the future. He can protect you. Now that the government is stable, don't let the truth of the year be revealed to the world. I know you hate Chu Yu, and he has already received retribution. Don't cause any more trouble with personal grudges. Happy birthday to the people of the world."

"There's also Lu Jinglan...you build him a tomb, he's homeless all his life, I don't want to see him turn into a lonely ghost until he dies."

Zhao Ming felt Zhao Yan's ups and downs when Zhao Yan mentioned Lu Jinglan.

Zhao Ming knew that Zhao Yan was explaining his funeral to him.

His poor brother hadn't said a word about himself until this moment.

No one asked him, Zhao Changning, do you hate him after all these years?