Chapter 636 Protecting My Land for Ten Thousand Miles
That was a tune sung by tens of thousands of people, each syllable carrying a powerful, resonant energy that seemed to cut through thorns and brambles, so powerful that it made the bluestone below the city tremble slightly.
Jiang Nuanzhi was stunned: "This is..."
"This is a war song, madam! The general is beginning formally reorganizing the troops!"
Dongzang's excited voice rang in my ears: "I just sent Lightning to deliver a message, and it should have arrived by now. Could it be that the General already knows about this, and this is his response to you, Madam?"
Jiang Nuanzhi was both amused and exasperated: "Don't talk nonsense, the military camp is not a place for child's play."
As they spoke, fireworks began to light up all around Kyoto.
Confused, she turned her head and saw Dongzang beside her looking dizzy, his mouth trembling, and tears falling like a broken string.
She looked up at the sky, clenched her fist over her heart, and faced the direction of the Li Rong army with reverence, choking back tears as she said, "I never thought that after so many years, there would still be people in the city who remember. They are seeing off the soldiers."
While Jiang Nuanzhi was stunned, she saw that the fireworks in the sky, which were initially just scattered specks, gradually increased in number. In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire capital city was engulfed in a frenzy.
Fireworks lit up every corner of Kyoto.
Jiang Nuanzhi vaguely sensed someone draping a cloak over her from behind. When she turned around, she saw that Lin Chun was already in tears.
She gazed into the distance, her lips moving in unison with the distant sounds.
"Mother! Mother!"
While Jiang Nuanzhi was stunned, a "small cannonball" crashed directly into her arms.
Baozhupu, her bright black eyes sparkling, pointed into the distance: "Mother, look! Fireworks! How beautiful!"
"Baozhu is awake?"
Jiang Nuanzhi noticed a clear drool mark at the corner of her mouth, and knelt down to gently wipe her face.
Baozhu nodded excitedly: "What song is this? I've never heard it before, it's so beautiful! It's different in the capital and the wilderness! The capital is amazing, everyone in the city can sing. It's so loud, it's so beautiful, it's kept me awake!"
Jiang Nuanzhi also looked up at the sky.
Fireworks lit up the sky above Kyoto, making the sky as bright as day.
Amidst the billowing smoke, the resounding, unyielding song echoed through the air, shaking the very ground.
"These are the people of Kyoto, congratulating the soldiers on their triumphant return."
Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but look up. So this was what the old ministers of the previous dynasty meant when they said, "The God of War has returned to his position, and the world's hearts are with him."
The shock was so intense that her heart pounded uncontrollably. Her blood even felt like it was boiling.
Jiang Nuanzhi's mind was also in a mess. She had seen countless war scenes in movies and TV dramas, but she, who was born in a peaceful era, never knew that tens of thousands of people singing together looked like this.
Amidst the excitement, a sense of loss lingered in my heart.
It feels like there's a void in my heart.
The image of Li Rong smiling gently behind him involuntarily floated into his mind, along with the image of him sitting in a chair, slowly grinding medicinal herbs for him. But suddenly he had become the God of War of Dajing.
It's as if they've suddenly become someone you can't touch.
The quiet, handsome man who helped her with household chores and ground medicine would wait for her at home, tend to her medicine at her window, pick flowers for her in the morning, and cook her not-so-delicious meals. Ah Rong
It seems to be getting further and further away.
After a long while, Jiang Nuanzhi also let out a sigh of relief.
Not to mention Arong, haven't I changed as well?
Two years ago, she was still worrying about two taels of silver, but now she is a first-rank lady.
Ah Rong, he was probably born for the battlefield.
He could defend against external threats, but internal court troubles were ultimately not his forte. Gathering herbs and cooking were even less of his expertise.
As the surrounding songs gradually became clearer, Jiang Nuanzhi picked up Baozhu and leaned against the wall, listening intently to the cheering and singing of the people outside.
"The armor gleamed, reflecting the setting sun."
My son is packing his bags.
The spear points, the north wind blows.
I will not return home until the barbarian dust is cleared!
The drums thundered, and the banners fluttered.
The elders of the city raised their cups in celebration.
Blood can be hot, bones can be strong.
"Defend my land for ten thousand miles. Defend my land for ten thousand miles."
Baozhu hugged Jiang Nuanzhi's neck: "Mother, since it's a song sung for the soldiers, isn't it also a song sung for Father, Uncle Qin, and Uncle Wei?"
Jiang Nuanzhi: "Yes, Baozhu is right!"
"Then I want to become a great general who conquers battlefields in the future! Just like my father, I want everyone to sing for me!"
Jiang Nuanzhi looked down at her daughter's bright eyes and said, "Okay, if Baozhu becomes a soldier in the future, Mother will sing for you herself."
"Yay! Yay! Baozhu must hear her mother sing it herself! Baozhu also wants to be a great hero like her father."
Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and said, "Okay."
May her great hero return home soon, leading countless heroes who defended their country.
Dongzang and the others listening to Baozhu's words couldn't help but chuckle. They all thought Miss Baozhu liked the singing and wanted to learn to sing it, but it turned out she wanted someone else to sing it for her. She really had the mind of a child, and it has to be said that her thought process was exactly the same as the Madam's at times.
At the time, everyone just took it as a joke, thinking that the lady was coaxing the young lady. After all, no one knew better than Dongzang and Linchun how difficult it was for the female lead to enter the camp.
Little did they know that this tiny seed of today would give rise to the future Princess General, who would conquer all directions and be invincible in battle.
Now, fearing that Baozhu might catch a cold, Jiang Nuanzhi carried Baozhu down from the high place in a short while.
As the group turned around, they saw a man standing behind them, dressed in armor, his fist clenched over his chest, staring blankly into the courtyard.
Jiang Nuanzhi was startled, and after looking closely, she softly called out, "Uncle Xin?"
Xinbo, who had somehow changed into a full suit of armor, turned around abruptly upon hearing the voice. His face was expressionless, but the corners of his mouth moved slightly in sync with the distant song: "My sons are preparing for battle... We will not return home until the barbarian dust is swept away."
"Has General Xin fallen ill again?"
Lin Chun frowned, exchanged a glance with Dong Zang beside him, and the two immediately became alert. Then, in unison, they slowly moved closer to Xin Bo. There was no other way; Xin Bo's skill was extraordinary, and it would be virtually impossible for Dong Zang to subdue him without harming him. Since entering the capital, Xin Bo's emotions had become increasingly unstable, and the two of them had done this to him many times before, so they were now quite adept at it.
"Wait." Jiang Nuan stopped the two of them in a second and looked directly into Xin Bo's eyes.
Do you recognize me?
Simbo's stiff body suddenly moved, followed by a sharp "bang" as armor clashed. The seven-foot-tall Simbo abruptly knelt down.
When he looked up again, tears streamed down his face, and his voice was almost choked with emotion: "Madam, Li Xin thanks you for saving my life!"
"General Xin!" Dongzang's eyes lit up with immense joy: "You...you're awake?"
Xin Bo's eyes were filled with tears, his once childlike face now hardened, and he looked at Jiang Nuanzhi with reddened eyes: "Li Xin."
"Looking back over the years, Li Xin was in a state of confusion and ignorance. I'm sorry for the trouble you've caused, Madam. From now on, leave everything to this old servant."
...
Under the dazzling fireworks, the Regent's Palace was also enveloped in them.
With a soft "click," the white porcelain wine cup beneath my fingertips emitted a very faint sound.
Xiao Yuanshan leaned back in his rocking chair, looking up at the dark sky. As the war song played, the wine glass in his hand shattered in his hand.
"Your Highness!" Li Mingyu exclaimed in surprise, immediately checking the condition of his hand injury: "Oh no, it's bleeding! Someone, quickly get some medicine!"
Goodnight, my darlings
(End of this chapter)
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