Across the table, Mo Cishu suddenly leaned over half of his body and placed his large palm on Jian Yang's head.
It’s really “covered”.
His palm was so big that when it pressed on Jian Yang's head, it could cover her entire crown.
It looked as if she was about to twist the top of her head off...
Mo Cishu said: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
Jian Yang was stunned.
Looking at Mo Cishu's serious expression, she suddenly thought of someone.
That year, Liangzhou was first settled.
Dark clouds covered the city and heavy rain poured down.
The heavy armor was soaked with water and was twice as heavy as usual.
She rode a red-maned horse and rushed to the west of the city to wipe out the remaining bandits.
The desperate bandits refused to let any civilians go.
Amidst the flash of swords and sabers, a couple desperately pushed a skinny young man to her, begging for her protection with blood in his mouth.
More than a hundred people died in that massacre, but she rescued that young man from the pool of blood by putting him on a warhorse.
In order to save the boy, she was stabbed three times, one of which hit her abdomen, and she could no longer have children.
After escaping, the young man remained silent.
Just follow her blindly.
He doesn't cause trouble.
But wherever the march took them, he followed closely.
Later, she scolded the young man and sent him away. She said that a man should be upright and have his own lofty ambitions. If he just followed others all day, he would never have any ambitions in his life.
In fact, she was very scared at that time. She was afraid that the young man she had rescued from the bandits with great difficulty would die tragically at the hands of a bandit because he followed them on the march.
She was afraid that the boy's parents would not rest in peace in their grave.
She still vividly remembers the savior-like look the couple gave her.
A few days later, when she went to patrol the area again, the young man had indeed left.
She had always thought that the boy must have gone on to do what he wanted to do. Until six months later, during the conscription, she saw that familiar face again in the recruit camp.
After only half a year of not seeing each other, the boy had grown to be as tall as her.
She asked the boy to find his own ambition, so he chose to join the army and returned to where she could see him.
After a brief moment of surprise, she flew into a rage and called him into the military tent, saying that she would have the registrants remove him from the barracks.
The young man mustered up his courage for the first time, carefully took her scarred and calloused hand, and gently shook it.
She had touched many cold, hard weapons, but this was the first time someone had held her right hand so gently.
The boy placed her hand on his face and said in a hoarse voice, "Afu."
He feels so wronged.
He said, "I miss you."
Her name is Ji Fu.
She was stunned.
No matter which weapon that hand held, she could calmly take someone's life within ten moves. But the moment the young man held the weapon against her face, she panicked with nervousness.
She hurriedly pulled her hand back, turned her back and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
The boy's love was hotter than dry wood and raging fire. He was not afraid of her avoiding him or her disgust. He just wanted to stay by her side and look at her from a distance.
He lowered his head and said, "I know what you want is the stability of Daye and peace throughout the world. You can go and protect your people at any time, and Daye will be stable. You protect everything you want. And then, I will protect you."
He was still young at that time, but she had already become famous for her military achievements.
The young boy dared to declare that he would protect her.
For Song Ke, that should be the biggest vow he could make.
She finally felt pity for him and did not expel him from the army.
Later, the young man grew up rapidly under her guidance. Within just two years, he was promoted from a recruit to a deputy general who was capable of sharing life and death with her.
Whenever they were in a dangerous battle, Song Ke would always be the first to sense the danger around her, and then cooperate with her to unleash that spinning spear. He was incredibly powerful and leaped forward to kill the enemy.
He really fulfilled the promise he made in his youth.
But later, some bad rumors also reached her ears.
Some people began to think that Song Ke's promotion was not due to his meritorious military achievements, but because of an unclear relationship between him and her.
Whenever Song Ke discussed military affairs with him in the big tent late at night, rumors would spread that they were having an affair.
The two most common phrases said by those second-rate soldiers are "Women always feel lonely sometimes" and "General Song is fair and tender-looking, and is most suitable for doing seductive work in bed."
She was a general, and most people avoided talking to her when they mentioned such things.
Now she can hear such rumors from time to time, which shows how much dirty things Song Ke had heard before this rumor reached her ears.
Later, because the two of them were close, criticism in the army became more and more serious.
Those rumors eventually became the reason for their separation.
Later, Song Ke left the military camp.
He was promoted by the emperor and led an army alone.
Others thought that Song Ke chose to leave because he couldn't stand the criticism.
But only she knew that Song Ke wanted to prove to everyone that he was worthy of her.
As his abilities grew, he also began to hope that one day he would be able to fulfill his long-cherished wish of pacifying the world.
He hoped that when peace came, he could put down his gun and live a simple life somewhere where no one would criticize him. Even if the person he lived with was not him, he would still feel good.
That young man, from the beginning to the end, just wanted her comfort.
But will his later years be peaceful?
She came here after her death, where did Song Ke go?
She began to understand that you have to learn to accept that some people appear in your life but disappear just as quickly.
They may not take anything away from your life or teach you anything.
But they will turn into photos, texts, or even a certain smell that left a deep impression on you, waiting to flood into your memory again in the form of fragments at a moment when you are not paying attention.
If the Song Dynasty engravings were like this back then, would the ink-based dictionaries of today be like this as well?
"Jian Yang..."
"Jian Yang?"
Mo Cishu's voice brought her back to reality again.
Jian Yang was startled: "Huh?"
Mo Cishu: "What are you thinking about? You look lost in thought."
Jian Yang lowered his head, trying to hide the loneliness in his eyes.
"Nothing..." Jian Yang lay on the table and said listlessly, "I'm just a little hungry. The food here is so slow to be served."
She pretended to be careless, but her action was too late. The emotions that she didn't want Mo Cishu to notice were still seen by him and remembered by him.
Mo Cishu's heart suddenly ached.
His eyes dimmed.
What is she missing?
During the time when he couldn't find her, what memories did she have that she couldn't let go of?
Was this time like his previous life, covered in glory and armor, but returning too late...
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