My country is dead again [Rebirth]

The room was filled with the smell of medicine, and his breathing was bitter. He walked slowly to the bed with no curtains, and looked down, Liu Yan'er's haggard and pale face came into view.

Wu Xianrong leaned over to touch her face with trembling hands, and found that the temperature on her face was icy cold. There was an earth dragon burning in the room and a charcoal basin, but her body couldn't get warm at all.

In his impression, Liu Yan'er was in good health. She was different from those delicate prostitutes and dancers. She practiced dancing with a sword every day, rain or shine, and never complained about being tired.She also loves to laugh, she has a bright and cheerful temperament, laughing and cursing all over her face, she never hides it, and she has never seen sadness on her face.

Twenty years later, the Liu Yan'er he saw seemed to be a different person. She was so weak that she would collapse in the wind, and she would never smile again. All her expressions were restrained under her gloomy eyebrows, like a beautiful statue.

Xie Ruzhuo said that she became mentally insane after entering the palace. He knew that it was not the first emperor who ruined Liu Yan'er, but he himself ruined her, letting her torture herself for 20 years, and her face was beyond recognition.

As if feeling the sudden warmth on her face, Liu Yan'er's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes with her eyelids stretched. Seeing Wu Xianrong, her eyes were in a daze, as if she couldn't tell what night it was, and she stretched out her hand after a long time. Clutching on his arm, he said in a hoarse voice: "You are here...but...you came too late...I have been waiting for you for a long, long time..."

Wu Xianrong turned his eyes away, his eyes were reddened, he clearly knew what Liu Yaner was talking about, but even today he still dare not face her.

20 years ago, he had not yet become the general soldier of Xishan. In those years, he held a vacant position in the three major battalions in Beijing and Zhongzhong. Prostitutes look better.

He knew that he would end up on a different path from those dandies in Beijing, so he still felt a little arrogant in his bones. He mostly listened to music and watched dances in Jiaofangsi, and didn't often touch women, and didn't want to be in the same taste as those people.

But one day he saw a woman dancing a sword on a drum in the Jiaofang Division, with a deep voice, singing the lyrics of the previous dynasty.

That poem was written by a general of the previous dynasty when he fought against the Beidi people in northern Xinjiang. Later, the previous dynasty was destroyed by Beidi. This poem has the flavor of subjugation. During the Yan Dynasty, the Han people wanted to drive the Beidi people out. In the Central Plains, there are still many people singing, but after the founding of Dayu, the Central Plains were peaceful, and there were not many people singing.

Most of the prostitutes would not dare to sing. If they are not careful, they may be said to be singing the melody, with bad intentions, not to mention that this is the Jiaofang Division.

He was surprised, so he looked at it twice more, and he was fascinated by this look.

The water-red skirt flutters up and down on the drum, and the sound of the pipa can be so sonorous. The long sword reflects the woman's eyebrows and eyes, showing the beauty of softness and strength.

He thought that there should not be another woman like this in the world.

That was the first time he had spent a lot of money in the Jiaofang Division. Others thought he was buying a night of spring dinner with her, but in fact he did nothing that night and just chatted in her room all night.

Liu Yan'er also likes him very much, saying that he looks like a general, different from those people, she likes bloody men.

They would meet each other every few days, Liu Yan'er had never received other guests, and others heard that this was someone he liked, so they did not dare to get involved.

Sometimes Liu Yan'er would jokingly ask him, will you marry me?

He actually didn't know how to answer. Although he liked her, he had to admit that his purpose of coming here in the first place was no different from that of every dude who came to court prostitutes. When he first entered her room, he also said to those dudes. Same, just for fun.

Later, he felt that he probably really had a love for Liu Yan'er beyond play, but it was not that he had never met a woman, and his family had already engaged him in a marriage. Shouldn't have taken it to heart.

Yeah, she's just a whore.

He didn't remember whether he said that he would marry her in the end, but he only remembered that Liu Yan'er smiled and said that she didn't want to marry yet, what's the point of being locked up in the mansion all day long, playing the pipa, dancing with swords and no one was watching up.

He was relieved to hear her say that. Anyway, he couldn't bear to break her heart.

He had been in Beijing with her for three years. At that time, he thought that it would be good if it could continue like this. He would not marry her, but he would always treat her well.

That year his father was seriously ill, and the court ordered him to return to Xishan after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Shao Wu arranged for Liu Yan'er to dance in front of Huizong.

On the second day, news came out from the palace that the emperor took a fancy to the prostitute who was dancing swords on drums yesterday, and her good days are probably coming.

It was the first time Liu Yan'er took the initiative to ask someone to find him to go to the Jiaofang Division, and it was also the first time that she showed such a flustered look on her face. She asked herself to marry her and just be a concubine. She only hoped that he would take her away. After leaving here, she didn't want to enter the palace, and she didn't want to be the emperor's concubine.

There was even a prostitute who didn't want to be the empress in the palace. He asked her why.

Her smile was a bit bleak, and she said, because I like you, General, if I must marry someone, I just want to marry you and be locked up in your home.

He didn't say a word, if she didn't fall in love with the emperor, he could take her away, but now the emperor has planned to admit her into the palace, he didn't want to compete with the emperor for a happy prostitute.

His father was about to die of illness, and he was about to take over the position of Xishan General Soldier. His foundation was not stable, and he needed to gain a firm foothold. He had to maintain a delicate relationship with all forces, especially the imperial court. He didn't want to quarrel with the imperial court because of a woman.

Liu Yan'er probably saw his reluctance in silence, and begged him in a low voice, begging him to take her away, it's okay not to marry her, it doesn't matter if she doesn't have a title, the court fears him, as long as he takes her away, the emperor will definitely not marry her. Will rob him.

After all, he didn't say anything, and Liu Yan'er seemed a little desperate. Hearing that he was leaving early tomorrow morning, she told him that she would wait for him here tonight until dawn. She had nothing to bring, as long as He rode to the downstairs of Jiaofangsi, and she could follow him immediately.

She said over and over again, I'll wait for you, you must come, you like me too, right, take me away.

It rained lightly that night, and he bid farewell to several aristocratic princes he had met in Beijing. He rode on his horse and looked back at the still brightly lit Jiaofangsi. He knew that there was a candle in a window waiting for him. he.

The day was slowly getting brighter, and the lights of the Jiaofang Division became blurred in the rain, but he did not ride his horse towards that light. On the quiet street, he held the rein and ran towards the city gate, leaving After leaving the prosperous and prosperous scene of Pingdu, he went to Xishan to start his life of military affairs.

He has achieved great success on the battlefield all his life, and has been surrounded by all kinds of women, but he can't forget the light of the Jiaofang Division every year. It is far away in the rain, but it is engraved in his memory.

20 years seemed to pass in a flash, Liu Yan'er clutched his arm and shed tears, her voice was so hoarse that she could hardly utter a sound: "It was you who said you liked me...in my room Li...you said several times...why...why didn't you take me away..."

She seemed to be unable to tell whether the person in front of her was the sweetheart she had waited for all night 20 years ago, or Wu Xianrong, the general soldier of Xishan who was no longer close to her 20 years later, and the "why" seemed to be suffocated in her heart After too long, too long, I couldn't help shouting out hoarsely.

Wu Xianrong lowered his eyes and said shyly, "I'm sorry..."

"Do you know... when Xie Tang touched and kissed me on the bed... how disgusting I was..." Liu Yan'er cried, laughed and cried again, "I can't wait to kill him and then kill myself ...they...they didn't let me kill his child...every day I look at a child who looks like Xie Tang and mine...I feel like throwing up..."

Wu Xianrong's hands were trembling, and he wanted to wipe her tears but he couldn't lift them up. It seemed that everything he said was so pale and powerless, he could only remain silent for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liu Yan'er became more and more excited. She tried her best to sit up on the bed, grabbed Wu Xianrong's collar, and asked in a hissed voice, "Why! Why can you say you like it but you can...don't take it seriously... ...Just because... because I'm a prostitute...so I'm not worthy to talk to you, the general...and I shouldn't take the general's jokes to heart, right..."

In fact, she didn't have much strength, and the movement of grabbing the collar was also weak, and the breath in her chest could not catch up. She spoke intermittently, but her eyes were fixed on the person in front of her: "If you don't want me...you should hurry up Tell me...let me stop thinking about it...why don't you tell...why do you still come to me...you still want to tell me that you like me..."

Wu Xianrong was afraid that she would not be able to catch her breath, so he persuaded softly: "Your Majesty, lie down first..."

Liu Yan'er coughed violently, her shoulders trembled violently, but she grabbed his collar and refused to let go, tears were still streaming down, and she said again: "You don't want me...Xining 18 years, you said for me I don't even want to say a word... Am I such a lowly and unworthy person in your heart..."

In the 18th year of Xining, news came out from the palace that someone had reported that Concubine Ning had an affair with Xishan General Wu Xianrong. He has correspondence with Wu Xianrong.

When he first heard about it, he knew that Concubine Ning had been framed. After he left Pingdu, the two of them never had any contact, and they never wrote a single letter. The letter that the informant produced must be fabricated. .

The memorial for Concubine Ning and himself has been written and ready to be sent to the capital. Uncles and staff at home have advised him not to do anything more. It is best to pretend that he does not know about this matter. He defended himself, maybe the emperor is looking at his face The meeting will not pursue anything, but there is no guarantee that this matter will not cause unnecessary estrangement with the court. Moreover, if someone makes a big fuss about it, they will lose more than they gain. It is better to stand by and remain silent. Others dare not take them How about it.

He knew that it was indeed the best thing to do. The relationship between Beijiang and the imperial court was already very delicate. This kind of matter was related to the royal family's face and family affairs. He really shouldn't write a letter to intervene at will, but what about Liu Yan'er?

She is just a weak woman with no power behind her, what should she do?

In those few days, he thought about it every day, and he also thought about every day they spent in Pingdu. He was surprised to find that he remembered everything clearly. My heart even hurts like a needle prick.

But he can't just have feelings and women in his life, he can't.

He is destined to bear her forever.

In the end, the playbook still failed to be delivered to the capital, and he burned it with his own hands one night, just as calm and heartless as he left Pingdu in the light rain that day.

He reduced her hopes to ashes the second time.

"I'm sorry..." He didn't dare to think or ask what life in the cold palace was like. Up to now, apologizing is the most useless thing, but he didn't know what else to say besides apologizing, "I'm sorry..."

The author has something to say: I was so pissed off by the scumbag I wrote hahahahahaha, I was scolding the scumbag while writing, cheating myself and cheating my heart for nothing!

Liu Yan'er's domestic violence is wrong, and she doesn't want to clean it up. I have to feel that my son has not grown crooked under the care of a mentally ill patient. He is really an angel on earth!Take away the goose! ! !

From a certain point of view, Liu Yan'er was a poor victim in that era. A man could give up love for his career, but a woman like her had nothing and could only rely on the affection of a man.

It's not that Wu Xianrong doesn't like Liu Yaner, he just prefers his career, his power and status.