what a good man

he asked.

"forget."

... forgot?

It’s okay to forget—then let’s start over.

This peaceful day did not last long.Chen Ping's alienation plan was successfully implemented, and Fan Zeng was alienated by Xiang Yu, and he developed a serious sore on the way back to Pengcheng.

He took her to see Fan Zeng. Fan Zeng was dying of illness, dying, and pitifully old and thin.

Fan Zeng's last wish is to play a game of chess with him.This old man who has worked hard for the country all his life is finally suspected by the children he raised, and even wants to die in a foreign land.He was deeply saddened.

What Ji Zhen said is correct, King Xiang is King Xiang, Shaoyu is Shaoyu, those are two people.

Everyone is afraid of being abandoned, even the elderly like Fan Zeng.A game of chess was played intermittently, he was coughing badly, but he seemed to be working extremely hard.He respected his opponent and never let go. When the game was over, he won.

Fan Zeng closed his eyes and said flatly, "I lost."

"Senior admitted."

"It's my skills that are inferior to others." Fan Zeng sighed softly, and finally passed away suddenly.

In the last sentence before his death, he said: "Ovary, treat Ah Zhen well, she only has you in her heart."

With a calm face, he said solemnly: "I will not let go of her hand."

He will never let go, even if she wants to leave, he is determined not to let go, and will tie her up.

—he really did.

Whether it's Yangmou or conspiracy, nothing is more important than her life. He can't let her go, he can't watch her go back to die, even if they sacrifice their child, he can't let her go back.

Whatever she wants, he will give her.He will fulfill her wish for her.

What he did was impeccable, but he still missed a step.After thousands of calculations, he didn't take into account her calculations against him, so he was always on guard.

He watched her leave helplessly, accompanied by strong anger and unwillingness in his heart.He was angry at her refusal to obey, not at his own powerlessness.

After all, Ji Zhen left. They hadn't seen each other for several years, and the distance between them was even further away.

Fortunately, she was safe and sound - after learning the news, he stopped walking towards Chuying.

It turned out that as long as she was safe and sound, nothing else was that important.

Han Xin brought Yinxue back, he watched them quarreling, and thought in his heart, when will he and Ji Zhen have such a day?

He went for a walk by the seaside, and the unfaded night in the deep sky dyed his black hair deep purple. In the unfinished sky, Han Xin turned his head to him and said, "Zifang, I'm going to marry a wife."

"Congratulations."

However, what Han Xin wanted to marry was not Yinxue, but a woman he didn't know and didn't love at all, just because that woman was an aristocrat, after Han Xin became the king of Qi, he needed to consolidate his power.

The always bouncing, lively and lovely Snow Song became depressed, and often squatted by the seaside silently.Zhang Liang had long regarded her as his younger sister, so he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.Han Xin entrusted Yin Xue to his care, without even asking Yin Xue for her own opinion.

That day when Zhang Liang went out to pray for Ji Zhen, Yin Xue drank alone at home.Liu Bang, who was drunk again, came to talk to Zhang Liang, saw Yin Xue, and flirted with her in a playful manner.A woman with melancholy is the most coquettish and temperamental, and Yin Xue actually took the initiative to teach Liu Bang a lesson.

In a rage, Liu Bang made a fake show and took her by force.When Zhang Liang came back, the tragedy had already happened.Liu Bang left in a hurry, leaving Yinxue sitting alone on the bed, shaking violently with her arms folded.

"Yin Xue, you—" He handed her a handkerchief.

She raised her face, but there were no tears on her face, and then, the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a childlike innocent smile.

"I'm fine."

Her smile became blurred. She has always been a bright and lovely girl. When did she endure such humiliation?

Han Xin's attitude towards this is indifferent. It's not that he doesn't care about her, it's just that he can bear the humiliation of his crotch. How much can her humiliation be counted to him?

Yin Xue began to look for death and life, and her whole body became hysterical. Han Xin finally lost his patience and even pointed the finger at Zhang Liang: "Your woman is important, but mine is not?"

He blamed Zhang Liang for going out to pray for Ji Zhen privately and not taking good care of Yin Xue, which led to this tragedy.Yin Xue, who never scolded Han Xin, finally yelled: "Since when did you think I was your woman? If you really cared about me, would you be willing to push it to others? Han Xin is a big fool!"

After Han Xin left, Yin Xue cried a lot and asked him incoherently, "If it was Mr. Zhang Liang, would you be willing to hand over your son to someone else to take care of you?"

She misses the Han Xin who grew up with her in the past, even if he is looked down upon by everyone, she still has a crush on him, even if he is poor, lazy, does not take a shower, and can't even catch a fish, she is willing to follow him .

That is her own Han Shuanzhu, an existence that no one can replace.

Zhang Liang takes Yinxue to the beach for a walk, but encounters a cloudy sky.

The wind was strong, rolling the waves, roaring and rushing to the cliff in waves, splashing white waves, smashing down hard, breaking into countless foams, and cowardly dispersing back into the sea.

He thinks of Ji Jin again—they really haven't seen each other for a long time.

Both sides of the Wei River

The snow in October is small and dense, and the ground is already covered with a layer of glitter.

It is already winter.

I think of Songhai in October, where there is a faintly discernible green.When I close my eyes, I can still think of that lush forest.

"Ah Zhen, what are you thinking?"

Long Qi stood beside me with his arms folded, the corners of his lips raised, and his long red hair became more and more conspicuous in the pale sunlight.

"...Song Hai."

Some kind of profound loneliness flashed across his expression, and it was only for a moment before he returned to his former calm.

"Don't think too much about the past."

He turned his back and his voice faded away.

In winter, his back is tall and straight like a proud poplar.I was always by his side, but sadly missed his growth.

In November, Xiang Yu sent Long Qie to lead his troops to rescue them all, and I mixed with the accompanying troops and followed.Only Jinse knows about this matter.She didn't stop me, but when I left, she said: "Madam, take care."

No doubt sleeping, when he wakes up he won't see me and will make a fuss, yes, he will definitely make a fuss.

But I still had to go.

I want to go to Qilu Land again.

I would love to take another look at Sanghae.

"Sure enough, you still followed."

In the tent, Long Qi shook the wine in his glass, but there was no wave in his eyes.

He was not surprised at all.

"I promise you, when this battle is over, I will take you to Songhai." Long Qi raised his hand, drank the wine, and then said slowly, "From now on, don't leave my side, not even a step Can."

"Could it be that Hush can't take a step away?" I winked and teased.

"Ah Zhen." Long Qi stared into my eyes, and said after a long time, "...you no longer have the ability to protect yourself."

The cold wind outside the camp was whistling, and only the sound of the wind remained in my ears.

I lowered my head without saying a word, and my whole body gradually became stiff. It wasn't until he got up and put the coat on me that I came back to my senses.

"Hey... I forgot."

"What did you forget?"

"Forget, I'm already useless."

For a moment, Zhengzhong, time seemed to fly between us, going round and round, and we returned to the day when we first met.

Although they were extremely embarrassed, each other did not experience too much unforgettable pain.

"Ah Zhen, I'm sorry—"

I waved my hand and interrupted him: "It's not your fault, it's my fault."

"I failed to protect you."

"What you need to protect is your king and the people of Chu." I turned my head and stared at the long-spear in his camp—the long-spear that accompanied him in the decisive battle on the battlefield, also It was on my neck coldly.

"...Ah Zhen, the war will end soon."

This sentence was said very reluctantly, and I replied blankly: "I have heard you say this sentence many times over the years."

Long Qi wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He bit his lip, his eyes stubborn, just like before.

He thought he could do it, and he never forgot his promise.

These, I have always known.

But what I didn't know was that this was our last peaceful conversation.

The allied forces of Chu and Qi confronted the Han army on both sides of the Weishui River. The main generals of the Han army were Han Xin and Guan Ying.

There were counselors in the army who offered advice, and the Han army left their hometown to participate in this battle, and had to fight desperately, so the situation was like a broken bamboo, and the edge was unstoppable.However, the Qi-Chu coalition forces were fighting at their own gates, and the soldiers tended to flee, and the morale of the army was unstable.

Instead of confronting it head-on, it is better to build deep ditches and high fortifications to defend the city, and then let the king of Qi send his confidants to appease the lost city, incite the surrendered Qi army to rebel, and make the Han army have nowhere to get food and grass. Fei Yibing won the battle with one soldier.

Long Qie disagreed.

He was once defeated by Guan Ying, and this war was particularly important to him, and it was a great opportunity to avenge his shame.

Therefore, he couldn't listen to a word of the counselor's good words and tricks.

He looked at the rolling Weishui with burning eyes, and said firmly: "I will take the head of that Han Xin, and smash that Guanying's bones into ashes."

"...Han Xin was once your brother." I reminded him coldly.

Long Qi was slightly stunned, and then resumed his usual expression: "The way is different, so we don't conspire with each other."

"General Long is really ruthless." I pouted, "...can it really be done?"

"Ah Zhen." Long Qie reached out and rubbed me