[Main Wenshu] Beifeng Nanzhi

War is no joke.

Wei Yan watched stretchers covered with white cloth being carried out of the wounded soldiers' battalion.What they achieved was brilliant, but the price they paid was also tragic.Yang Zaixing is one of the best generals under Yue Fei's command. He has followed Yue Fei for many years and is also an old acquaintance of Wei Yan. He also died in the encounter with the Jinren.Wei Linxu was usually supported by him, and when he heard the news of his death, his eyes were filled with tears, but no one tried to comfort him, because almost everyone lost their brothers and their respect in this war. Like the generals of the parents.

As if there were not enough disasters to dislike them, one day in July, Yue Fei received the Twelve Taoist Edicts asking him to return to Beijing.

"Does the general want to return?" Wei Yan, who was handling affairs in the camp, couldn't help showing a look of surprise when he heard the news brought back by Wei Linxu, who was Yue Fei's personal soldier. He put down the pen in his hand, "He said so clearly ?”

Wei Linxu nodded sullenly.

Wei Yan didn't respond verbally immediately, his eyes were empty, his fingers tapped on the desk again and again, his expression solemn.After a while, he sighed, "He is serious."

His attitude was obviously still indifferent as usual, but Wei Linxu felt an indescribable sense of grief from him. Wei Yan was sad more than happy, but this time his sadness was more than any other. It's heavy every time.

"Is this fate?" He sighed.

In the past, what he lamented and satirized was human nature, because it is a stupid and weak behavior for a person to blame God when he encounters setbacks.For such behavior, Wei Yan has never been ashamed. Although he has never clearly expressed his will, his various behaviors have an uncompromising warrior temperament. This is true for the enemy, and it is also true for this day. so.

It's just that soldiers may also be tired sometimes.

"I'll try again." Wei Yan said, as if he was speaking to Wei Linxu, but also to himself, "I have to give it a try."

"I have... no chance."

Wei Linxu couldn't understand this sentence, he just watched Wei Yan walk out of his tent with confusion and hope, and walked towards Yue Fei's tent.

When he arrived, there were still a few familiar generals in the camp, they all came to persuade Yue Fei to change his mind, but from the expressions on their faces, it was clear that it was futile.

"Mr. Wei, please come and persuade me." A general said, "The battle has come to this point, how can you go back now? The general is away, and the military order is not acceptable!"

Everyone knows this truth, but it is too difficult to do.

"You go out first." Wei Yan said.

Several generals looked at each other, then looked at Yue Fei's face.Yue Fei waved his hand and asked them to leave the camp temporarily, and the generals left.

"Mr. Wei, please sit down." Yue Fei sat down first, his white hair at the temples became thicker, his eyes were a little red, obviously he had just cried, "Did Mr. Wei also come to persuade me?"

Wei Yan was silent for a while, then he suddenly showed a smile, unexpectedly soft, this softness was incompatible with his appearance, but it gave Yue Fei a sense of familiarity, even a feeling of "it should be like this".

"I probably know who the heroine the general told me about last time." He lowered his head slightly and said.

"Oh?" Yue Fei showed a surprised expression, "Could it be that the random heroine is also among Xiao Daxia's brothers?"

Wei Yan shook her head lightly, "Of course I have other ways."

Yue Fei didn't know much about all kinds of things in Jianghu, so he didn't ask more channels, but asked: "Is she also fighting against gold now?"

"Also." Wei Yan smiled again, and he said slowly, "The experience of this heroine is somewhat legendary, the general is interested in hearing what I have to say."

Yue Fei is naturally willing.

Wei Yan's gaze seemed a little empty again, he seemed to be remembering something, maybe because he was not sure about the story, he spoke very slowly, and his voice was not as dark as usual, and there was a feeling of eloquence , "After the general saw her for the last time, he went to the capital casually. It happened to be a critical period when the Jin soldiers besieged the city..."

When he was saying this, those scenes that he had never forgotten reappeared on the surface of his mind flamboyantly. The first thing he thought of was Di Feijing, which surprised him a bit. He thought of Di Feijing. The moment Fei Jing opened the dilapidated courtyard door, he had a clear view of him from top to bottom and then from bottom to top; then he remembered the jokes Zhui Ming had made with him before departure and his old The wine gourd, when he buried the gourd in the ground, he forgot to see if there was any wine left in it; he immediately thought of the cold-blooded sword and the way he spoke to him, and remembered the gentle reminder of the iron hand , He even remembered the name Wang Xiaoshi. Unfortunately, he was not in the mood to look for this strange person, and he was not lucky enough to meet him like he encountered Yan Kuangzhang.

Ruthless was the last thing he thought of, maybe because every time he thought of him, his heart became unbearably stuffy.His impression is the clearest. In the last battle, he leaned on the servant boy and looked back when he talked to him. He manipulated the wheelchair and walked into the court step by step. He heard about him on the night he first met. The smile after the unbelievable experience, every letter he wrote to him, the sentence in the letter "below the expectations of my uncle", his kneeling in the hall, and...he burned under the moonlight The clump of fire in front of him when the letter came.How similar is the light to the fire that buried everything in the night!

How strange that the parts about ruthlessness were scattered and out of sequence, like his brain couldn't tell which one was more important.

Some of these memories have nothing to do with what he told Yue Fei, but his narration continued in an orderly manner, "How lucky she is, compared with those who died, she still has a chance to fight again, She might be able to see for them the day when the gold thief was driven out of their homeland. She changed her appearance, changed her name, and even abandoned her womanhood, just to be closer to that hope. The anger of vengeance It was too prosperous, it burned her so painfully, she did a lot of things that she never thought she would do before, killing people, suppressing violence with violence, and framing her... Even if there is justice to defend her, there is no use of injustice She knows that she has committed a lot of crimes, but she only hopes that the crimes will not be in vain. She knows that even if the so-called peaceful and prosperous age can be achieved, it will not last long, so what she wants is a victory. To comfort the souls of the dead, it is only the result of the victory that you are close at hand and within reach, General!"

The originally deep and indifferent male voice turned into a woman's sobbing at some point. She sat opposite Yue Fei, the only person who could fulfill her wish, begging with unprecedented humility.

There was a kind of compassion in Yue Fei's eyes.

Before he could be shocked, all his mind was occupied by this kind of compassion.

"That's not enough," he said. "Victories are not enough for me..."

"What I want... is the peaceful and prosperous world that you dare not dream of."

The random crying stopped, drips of tears fell on her black sleeves, but quickly disappeared, except for a little bit of wetness, she couldn't feel it.

This feeling of emptiness appeared in her heart once.

When burying Wuqing, because she didn't know the emperor's surrender, she still had a little hope of restoring the country in her heart; and after this hope was shattered, she still had anger towards the person who shattered her hope.

Now, hope is gone.

She can't hate the person who shattered her hope in front of her eyes.

Want to hate that coward on the throne?He seemed... not worthy of her affection.

Now, she has nothing but an unprecedented bewilderment.

"I'm sorry, feel free."

In the end, he only left her with this sentence.

He casually wiped away the oozing tears again, stood up, and walked out of the tent respectfully and slowly.

My heart is empty.

No amount of crazy performances, no amount of sighs... What good is there?

What he seeks is a peaceful and prosperous age, and the foundation of the prosperous age is etiquette, monarchs, ministers, and sons.Today the Song Dynasty regime is not stable. If he disobeys orders, others will follow suit. Rebellions are bound to happen everywhere, enemies both inside and outside. There is no reason to be invincible.

She didn't say much about those reasons, she knew that he knew that after he returned to Beijing, there would be bad luck, no matter how much he said... what's the use?

"I only hope that my life, Yue Fei, can awaken the hearts of the people of the world!"

When she walked out of the camp, those generals rushed in again, and heard Yue Fei's words casually and far away, probably the final answer to those generals.

"Minxin...is it useful?"

Qiu Yi

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