The snow has stopped and the sky is bright.
The morning light was like fine golden dust, passing through the gaps in the valley and landing on the two people, one kneeling and the other lying.
Helian Yu's body was covered in blood, and the mottled red looked like burning embers under the morning sun, brilliant and hot.
But Yuan Musheng couldn't feel any warmth at all.
The warmth of the person in my arms slowly slipped away from my fingertips.
"Helian Yu..."
Yuan Musheng murmured his name, his voice trembling with unspeakable pain.
His arms tightened unconsciously, as if he was trying his best to keep him in this world.
But the coldness continued to spread like a tide, engulfing him completely.
His heart felt as if it was being torn apart, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But all the words were stuck in his throat, turning into an extremely suppressed whimper.
He wanted to save him, but he couldn't.
His trembling hands touched Helian Yu's blood-stained face, trying to wipe the blood from his forehead.
But his own hands were also covered in blood.
The blood was so red that it was blinding, and he couldn't control himself.
Finally, the silent sobs turned into suppressed whimpers, and then collapsed into mournful wails that echoed through the valley.
It is as desolate as the wind and lingers for a long time.
Everyone fell silent. Huo Yan stood up and took a few steps back.
Huo Pingchang was still pinned to the ground. When Huo Yan walked away, he could just see Helian Yu in Yuan Musheng's arms from his position.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Only her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
…
Huo Yan escorted Huo Pingchang and hurried all the way, walking through the valley where the snow had not yet melted, and brought him to the border area between Dacheng and Beiqiang.
Hundreds of tombs stand on the top of the mountain. They are the tombs of hundreds of Huo family soldiers who died in the battle in the Wind Valley more than ten years ago.
The mountain wind rustled the branches and made the dead leaves droop, still telling the stories of the tragic war that year.
Huo Pingchang had his hands tied behind his back and was pushed to a tombstone, staggering and stopping.
More than ten years ago, in that battle that shocked the world, the Huo family army was completely wiped out and the Wind Valley was soaked in blood.
The once invincible Huo family army was left with not a single survivor.
When the news reached the capital, countless people were in disbelief.
Huo Pingyuan was a god of war, commanding the most elite soldiers of the Huo family army. How could his entire army be wiped out in one battle?
And now, the land where those loyal souls are buried is right before our eyes.
Huo Yan didn't say anything. He just looked at the silent cemetery, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly.
Those Huo family soldiers he was familiar with were lying dead here.
The descendants of the Huo family army, who were personally led into the battlefield by their father, burned their last drop of blood on this land.
The person behind him kicked Huo Pingchang in the knee, and he fell heavily to his knees.
When he raised his eyes again, his gaze narrowed slightly, finally stopping at a tombstone in front of him, which had a few shocking words engraved on it:
The tomb of the loyal and martial general Huo Pingchang, who sacrificed his life for his country and whose glory will be remembered by the sun and the moon.
The look in his eyes suddenly changed, with shock, astonishment, and unwillingness mixed together, and finally turned into a complicated silence.
On the tombstone next to it, there is another name engraved - the tomb of General Huo Pingyuan of Pingxi.
The two tombstones stand side by side, with the same name of "General", with no order or distinction.
Even the degree of wind erosion on the tombstones is almost the same.
Once upon a time... the two brothers had fought side by side on the battlefield, and together they welcomed the Huo family's most glorious years...
Memories that had not been mentioned for many years came to mind, and Huo Pingchang stared at his own cenotaph with an extremely ugly expression.
Huo Yan walked forward slowly, first knelt down in front of Huo Pingyuan's tomb, kowtowed three times, and burned incense in silence.
The smoke curls up with the wind,
"Father," he whispered, "my son has brought the criminal Huo Pingchang with him."
He tilted his head slightly and saw another monument standing next to it.
In the past ten years, he came here every year to worship his father and second uncle together.
But now, looking at those four words "bright as the sun and the moon", I just feel it is ridiculous.
He stood up and walked towards Huo Pingchang, looking down at him with an indifferent tone.
"Second Uncle, you can either die by yourself or I will send you off. Choose one."
In the silence, Huo Pingchang slowly raised his eyes, his face still showing a trace of stubborn unwillingness.
He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, as if he was still making his final struggle.
But in the end, he just closed his eyes gently and let out a long breath.
With a "clatter", the sword was unsheathed.
A flash of white light flashed by very quickly.
"Bang——" a figure fell forward heavily.
He knelt on the ground with his forehead on the ground, his eyes closed, and his hands behind his back.
This posture is facing Huo Pingyuan's tombstone in front of him and the Huo family army behind him.
Huo Yan's sword was dripping with blood, and his hands were tightly gripping the hilt, with veins showing.
He lowered his eyes to look at Huo Pingchang who had fallen to the ground, then turned to look at the piles of bulging graves.
The wind blew on his face, making his eyes feel a little sore.
Finally, he was the only one left in the Huo family army.
…
The Battle of Ningcheng ended, and the war between Beiqiang and Dacheng also came to an end.
Yuan Musheng wanted to personally send Helian Yu back to Xiaoyue City, and handed a letter to Yuan Zhao who was still in Xiaoyue City.
Upon hearing that Helian Yu had died in battle, Duota was silent for a while.
Although his father was not upright, Helian Yu was an upright person and was a good seedling that could be cultivated.
Therefore, although he convicted Helian Chang, he did not implicate the rest of the Helian clan.
He personally drafted an edict to pardon the Helian clan members and reward Helian Yu for his military merits.
In the name of the king, he ordered a grand funeral and allocated funds and rewards to comfort Helian Yu's family.
Ever since Duota's return, Jingkang Mountain has become busy again.
Jingyang, however, lived a secluded life and rarely went out, even rarely going to the palace.
While Jing Kangshan was busy, he always felt that his daughter seemed to have changed a lot, but he couldn't tell exactly what had changed.
Upon learning of Helian Yu's death, he went to his daughter's boudoir and saw her feeding Jinghong by the window.
The eagle was lying in the cage, looking very depressed.
Jingyang lowered his eyes and touched its head, whispering,
"You should at least eat something, otherwise how am I supposed to explain to your master when he comes back?"
"If you were sick, Helian Yu would definitely scold me to death!"
"Don't you know that he treasures you the most? And yet he ran away for so long and didn't come back, leaving me to take care of you..."
"Then I'll definitely blackmail him!"
Jingyang talked a lot.
Jing Kangshan listened and for a moment didn't know how to step into the door.
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