Hidden Sword Kills the fish-lipped Jiluo

The imperial capital has been prosperous for many years, but today it is a little deserted.

The quaint house, the walls covered with jade tiles still exude the fragrance of danko, revealing a kind of nobility that only aristocratic families possess.

It's just that the pear blossoms in the courtyard today are full of burning ashes.

"...Your Highness, now that Ye Guogong is newly mourned, the old Guogong's move must be firmly grasped." A counselor is a qualified counselor, grasping every moment of the changing situation, and gaining the greatest advantage for the master in this turbulent competition .

"You don't need to say it, but today's condolences are for the king to respect Ye Guogong's proud army spirit, and there is no need to mention the rest."

The master who spoke was dressed in deep purple, with profound eyebrows, and his gestures and gestures were full of the noble spirit of the heavenly family.

A counselor knows how to guess the master's mind, the master respects the hero, Ye Guogong is a hero among heroes, there is nothing wrong with it.But the counselor knows, and the master also knows that Ye Guogong holds not only half of the soldiers and horses in the world, but also the morale of the soldiers and horses in the world!

This has always been the case in ancient times, with military power in hand, there is no escape from the throne.

How to grasp this military spirit into his own hands, both the master and his counselors are very distressed.

While his thoughts were wandering, the prince in purple suddenly felt a thrust from his side, and then heard a slightly immature, but calm and abnormal voice.

"Excuse me."

The one who spoke was a golden girl, not like a woman in a boudoir, but like a knight in the rivers and lakes. When she walked by, the cold plum fragrance on her body seemed to be mixed with the sand of the desert and the snowy Mu Xue, who was still on the way to the sun. She only glanced at him , Then went straight into the Duke's palace.

The counselor was wondering why the people in the mansion were so unruly, but when he glanced at the girl's strange eyes from a distance, his eyes flashed brightly: "Your Highness, could she be..."

"...the daughter of the Duke who was passed down to practice Taoism many years ago." The purple-clothed prince pondered, but he still couldn't forget the strange feeling brought by that cold glance just now.

It's as if you see a woman who is so free that you can't control her, and what you want to conquer her is only burning to the top in a moment.

The purple-clothed prince's eyes were dim, and he murmured: "Pei Qing, do you think that all the women of the Western Region's blood are so attractive... just one glance, and it will be unforgettable for a lifetime?"

……

I still remember that year when I went to the rice fields, the young general rode his horse on the bridge, and under the bridge, on the camel cart dressed in Western Regions, the foreign princess who came from a distant country. .

The iron cavalry resounded across the country, and the red face was unforgettable, but the general still picked up the spear and galloped to the battlefield.

Love is true and has never changed, but the world has changed. In a person's life, there is not only love, but also righteousness.

Standing in front of the mourning hall, many fragments flashed through Ye Jiluo's mind.

She was still young when father left, and she just turned into another person to see him for the last time... In fact, thinking about it, father's face is still so vague.

She is not filial, more often she is still childish with arrogance and self-will, complaining overwhelmed her reason, and she can see her father's intentions... It was only at that time, when he went into battle when thousands of troops were smashed, he was bloody and invincible. Gui's back.

At that time, everything seemed to be understood. For the hero, the tears of beauty are not forgotten, but buried in the bottom of the heart, turning into ice cones, piercing the memory all the time, making people lost in the memory and unable to extricate themselves.

——In the future when I die in battle, may my wife and children walk across the River of Forgetfulness on my flesh and blood.

Dad doesn't know how to talk sweet words, soldiers can't give flowers, what can be given is to build a wall with flesh and blood, and protect the peace of his wife and children for the rest of his life.

Now that he walks in a frenzy and turns around to leave, who will build the wall for me with flesh and blood?

So it was doomed from the very beginning, I could only choose to be homeless for half a lifetime, and show him with the sword in my hand that my daughter can also stand up to the turbulent waves, wind, frost, rain and snow.

"...I'm back." The old man came slowly, with an old voice and white beard and hair.

"Grandpa." Ye Jiluo was still looking at the white silk on the mourning hall, seemingly in a daze. After a while, his voice was calm: "I didn't come back crying, and I didn't embarrass the Ye family."

The old Duke's eyes showed distress, he pressed Ye Jiluo's shoulder, and said: "In the past, your father was the one who couldn't forgive you, but now... that's all, go and burn incense for him."

The maid on one side hurriedly handed over the sackcloth, but Ye Jiluo stopped him with one hand: "No need, Dad, I don't like this."

The maid wondered: "This..."

Ye Jiluo walked into the mourning hall, did not receive incense, stood still for a while, and fell to the ground heavily on his knees.

"Leave me alone."

When the old Duke frowned, he naturally understood Ye Jiluo's stubborn temper: "Are you going to kneel for seven days and seven nights?"

"Why not?"

"you!"

"Then Grandpa, tell me... what I can do."

Ye Jiluo didn't cry, his eyes weren't even red, he just stared blankly at the spiritual position as if absent-minded.

The old man let out a long sigh, and waved his hands to make everyone retreat.

……

"...Miss Ye is also moved by her filial piety, but it has been two hours. After all, is the old Duke..."

In the side hall, the purple-clothed prince glanced out of the carved window from time to time, and there was a girl in the middle of the mourning hall who was so stiff that she hadn't moved at all.

It’s not that he cares so much because he has good feelings, it’s just a woman, a girl at a young age, who should be served carefully... It’s not that he hasn’t mourned the princes and ministers of other families, it’s just that the noble daughters of other families cry When the pear blossoms are raining, even if it seems sad, it will never be like falling into a trance, as if the spirit is no longer in this world.

She just knelt like that, neither crying nor fussing, but no one said how unruly she was.

Because everyone who was close felt that kind of sadness...the mourning was silent.

The old Duke closed his eyes and said: "Your Highness, there is no need to worry, my granddaughter is like this, just like his father, no one can stop what she knows."

It was inconvenient for the prince in purple to say too much, but he stayed in Ye Mansion for a longer time on purpose.

Two hours, three hours... four hours, still motionless.

At the beginning of the day when the lights came on, a cup of tea became cold and cold again, the face of the prince in purple finally changed, and he couldn't help saying: "Duke, let this king speak bluntly, Miss Ye must stop kneeling down!"

The old Duke didn't feel distressed, but he still sighed: "You can't persuade her, only the people she believes can persuade."

The prince in purple was about to get up and go, when he suddenly saw a figure in plain clothes carrying a qin in front of the mourning hall, ethereal as a fairy, slowly walking into the mourning hall.

Ye Jiluo's figure moved.

In the mourning hall, the white flag flutters, and the figure in plain clothes reflects the light of the white candle, like a book that has been smoothed by time.

"What are you doing..."

The luthier closed his eyes, and instead of answering Ye Jiluo's question, he asked, "... When he died, were you also like this?"

"I gave it to you, why would I cry." Ye Jiluo said slowly: "Besides, this is family, it's different..."

"I'm being abrupt."

Ye Jiluo twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he had laughed.

"I remember who said this before. A man will only grow up at his father's funeral, but I am not a man... Dongfang, do you see that I have grown up?"

The pianist was speechless.

Ye Jiluo closed his eyes and said: "It's useless to ask you... Also, you are a fairy, and your eyes are spotless. Now this world is full of sorrows and joys. I don't know if you can see it or not. For me, it is enough." Yes. My father... Before he was alive, I always wanted him to be proud of me. Now that he is gone... I know it will be sooner or later. I don’t hate him for leaving me too early, but it’s a pity that it’s too late to let him I know, his daughter is proud to have such a father."

"The dead are dead."

"Well, yes, the dead are dead...you have to look forward." With a shake of his figure, the luthier subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him.

There was nothing unnatural about Ye Jiluo, and he said, "I'm numb after kneeling for a long time, help me to see Longya Zou, it's what dragged Dad out of the battlefield... the injuries he suffered are no less than Dad's."

Step by step, move away from the mourning hall, the back has never been bent.

"..."

In the side hall, a weird atmosphere diffused.

"This should be Miss Ye's... friends from the world?"

"This girl has a lot of friends..." The old man is not easy to fool, the meaning of the prince in purple is very obvious, but the two sides save some face for each other, it is hard to talk about it.

The old Duke's tone was flat: "It's late at night, His Majesty the Ninth Prince is deeply loved by His Majesty, don't let the mansion be discouraged and hit the jade body."

Hearing the intention of chasing away guests, the prince in purple couldn't stay any longer, so he said his goodbyes and left.

"Your Highness... Do you want to find out the details of that person?"

This is what the counselor is worried about. This young lady of the Ye family was notoriously self-willed and disobedient to discipline when she was young.Unlike other aristocratic families, the Yasukuni Mansion has never restricted the marriages of their children, and the crime of forcing Yasukuni's orphaned daughter to marry will not be worth the candle.

The purple-clothed prince held his own, shook his head and said, "I adore this woman, not because of a whim. I have always had a good eye for people... That person is also a gentleman and magnanimous. Why should you and I be villains, instead of falling behind?" Substandard?"

"Your Highness is right."

……

Longya Zou is the war horse of Yasukuni Duke, the only one in the world. It eats raw meat and drinks strong wine.

Come to think of it, it's been ten years.

It is old, but it is still handsome, and its eyes, which are used to seeing blood in the battlefield, have already turned blood red like agate.

For it, the master is not the master, it only has brothers.

It was seriously injured, carrying the body of its brother on its back, and used its fangs to kill the blood from the shadow of the sword.

But now, it was also for the sake of the brothers, so it could only lie in the stable, its blood pupils staring blankly at the white banner fluttering in the distance.

Ye Jiluo knew it was anxious, and stroked its sand-smelling mane over and over again.

"Longya, tell me, don't you want to wait here?"

Longya Zou let out a soft hiss, and one of its fangs was broken, which was caused by biting off too many enemy steel knives at that time. It looked a little funny, but during the triumphant journey, none of the [-] soldiers laughed at it.

Dongfang Duyou looked at this old horse... He seldom had admiration for mortals, but now this mortal who had never met before, a mortal horse, made him feel that he couldn't find fault with it.

"It was the first time my father held me and rode it, and he treated it as raising me...sometimes he was more concerned about it." Ye Jiluo skillfully sprinkled the wound medicine on Long Yazhao, and the wound medicine was extremely strong. However, the horse was more alive than before because of the pain.

"You want it to run away?"

Ye Jiluo nodded, pushed open the door of the stable, and Long Yazhao then struggled to stand up.

"Long Ya has the same temper as our family, even if he dies, he will not be trapped in the cage." Ye Jiluo knew that Long Ya could not be rescued, his eyes darkened,

"Long Ya, let's go, run... run until you can't run anymore, just take a look at home..."

Long Ya hissed, without hesitation, he got out of his sickness and ran towards the wilderness he saw.

Two long shadows burned under the moonlight, standing still like trees in the night.

"... In the past, you would still mock me openly and secretly. Why are you so quiet today?"

"Because there's nothing to say."

Ye Jiluo watched Longya's figure disappear into the distance, raised his head and asked, "Dongfang, you are a fairy, do you think there will be a hell after death?"

"People have three souls and six souls, three souls of life, and six souls of love. After death, they will be returned to the underworld. It's just that they have stepped on the road of three lives, crossed the river of Wangchuan, and forgotten all their past. What is the difference between disappearing completely... ...However, if your father has a deep obsession and lingers in the realm of the nether world, maybe there will be another chance to fulfill your regrets in the future."

Ye Jiluo's eyes brightened, and the gloom between his brows relaxed a lot.

"Whether it's true or not, thank you... Hey, this is wrong. If my father still exists, wouldn't I be beaten again? No, no, I have to eliminate the evidence..."

"Ha. The romance author has something to say: the network cable is broken or ", the 0v0 update is a bit late.