Chapter 82: Deepening Love and Zhang Ningyuan, "I want to do something to carry on their legacy!"
As night fell, the vast white snow covered the ground. The two of them lay on their backs on the large black stone behind them, shoulders touching, heads close together. No one spoke, they just looked up at the cold night sky quietly, watching the stars move by.
After more than an hour, Xie Ci was the first to get up. He was worried that she would be cold, so he said, "Let's go back."
He shook off the large cloak that they both shared, which was spread on the rocks, and tied the warm part around her first, then the rock-covering part outside.
He held her hand, his cloak dragging a long trail on the snow, and they returned to the inn in the center of the camp.
He sent her to her room and said, "It's cold today, go to bed early." She was also tired after several days.
Gu Guan closed the door and opened the window. In the small courtyard, there was an old plum tree with twisted branches as dark brown as snow, with two or three plum blossoms scattered around. Xie Ci's tall, dark figure walked along the half-worn wooden corridor towards the wing room on the other side.
The north wind was very strong, blowing the snow foam on the eaves and roof tiles down like fog; the water vapor near the river was heavy, and the old plum tree had few flowers, but the tiny branches at the end were covered with white rime flowers.
Xie Ci's back gradually went away in the hazy night.
Gu Guan watched him turn the corner and his back disappeared. He turned his gaze back and glanced at the snowy and misty courtyard and the rime flowers on the old plum tree.
She couldn't help but think of a word: the flower is not a flower, the fog is not a fog.
In fact, she also had a lot of feelings.
In addition to Xie Xinzhong and his son, there was also the Black Water Pond. She was suddenly touched. Really, sometimes she didn't know which would come first, tomorrow or an accident.
This short trip to the Four Slag Mountains really overturned her cognition.
Life, death, and that heroic hymn.
Ah, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had known since she was a child that the world would be a better place because of these people.
She looked up at the stars. The bright moon had disappeared and the starlight was twinkling faintly. She hoped that they would not be let down in the end!
Gu Guan leaned against the window and looked out for a long time until a cold wind blew by. Her arms felt cold, and she stamped her feet. Then she closed the window, washed her face, and went to bed.
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Then they headed west, not rushing back. Xie Ci had temporarily lost interest in Feng Kun's affairs, and headed west along the river. His speed of returning to the capital was not particularly fast.
He was still caring and considerate to Gu Wan, but his mood was always low, and he was often silent and thoughtful. Gu Wan wondered, how could he make him happy again?
But she didn't need to think too much, because there was good news!
That day, they had arrived at the far suburbs of Zhongdu. Xie Ci instructed Qin Guan and He Yuan on some matters, and had a late dinner alone. When he was about to get up, wash up, and go to bed, Gu Wan came in like a gust of wind.
She dressed hastily, putting on a thick green cloak, and pushed open Xie Ci's door. She took his hand and said with a smile, "Hurry up and change your clothes! I'm taking you to a place. Someone has come to seek refuge with you!"
Xie Ci was wearing a plain white nightgown and a black and blue velvet cloak, the one that Gu Wan had dragged back from the snow. He made more clothes for Gu Wan, but he only had enough for himself. His overcoats were either court robes or military uniforms. The black and blue military overcoat had a lot of stains on it from Sigang Mountain, but he didn't mind and would change it when he got back.
The wind lifted the hem of the flannel coat, and the coldness blew in his face. Gu Guan's excited face made Xie Ci feel something in his heart. Somehow, the emotions that had been settled for a while suddenly surged up.
Gu Guan took his padded armor from the wooden beam and pulled his boots over. He untied the laces of his cloak, quickly put on his padded armor and knee-high black boots, and asked, "Who is it?"
Gu Wan smiled without saying anything, her eyebrows curved, and she winked at him: "You'll know when you meet people!"
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The two men quietly left the inn with only a few close guards. They looked around to make sure no one was following them, then turned and headed northwest.
It is snowing lightly tonight, and scattered white dots are flying down, but the stars are very bright. The white snow reflects the starlight, and the sparkling snowfield can be seen very far away.
Xie Ci had excellent eyesight, and he kept looking around. Gu Wan, who was beside him, would whisper to Xie Yun from time to time, "It should be almost time, right?" "...Leaving the house at the beginning of the evening, leaving the city at the beginning of the evening, the carriage...it's almost time,..."
He felt something more and more strongly in his heart - Gu Wan once said, why not ask Zhang Ningyuan quietly?
He was too concerned and worried, afraid of implicating Zhang Ningyuan, but Gu Wan thought that he could ask him first.
Didn’t I hear that Zhang Ningyuan was locked up at home?
Zhang Ningyuan has not appeared since he returned to the capital. Considering the previous routine of Xiangcheng Marquis Mansion, this poor guy Zhang Ningyuan was probably locked up in the ancestral hall and courtyard again.
Later, Gu Guan investigated and found that it was true.
It's said that it's locked pretty tightly.
Xie Ci's intuition suggested Zhang Ningyuan, but he also felt it was impossible. Why? Gu Wan also mentioned seeking refuge? Could it be...
Just as I was thinking about it, at the end of the snowfield, behind the hills on a small dirt road covered with snow, under the starlight, a single-horse carriage with brown curtains suddenly turned out. The driver was a young man, holding a thin whip and snapping it, with a hat on his head to keep out the snow, and he came galloping towards me.
The young man on the shaft raised his eyes and suddenly stood up, "Hey! Thanks--"
The young man's voice was cheerful, clear, and a little unruly. The tall and thin young man threw away his hat and began to swing the bamboo whip vigorously with his hand.
At this moment, Xie Ci was truly overjoyed. He suddenly pulled the reins and rode away at lightning speed, "Zhang Ningyuan——"
The young man on the shaft of the cart sped up and approached. Both sides braked. He jumped out of the cart and put his hands on his hips. "Thank you! I've come to seek refuge with you. Do you welcome me?"
The prince of Xiangcheng has decided to quit!
The two hugged each other vigorously. After not seeing each other for so many years, they both grew up. "Fuck, Xie Ci, how come you are so tall and strong!"
The solid chest, shoulders and arms hit him so hard that it hurt his heart.
The two of them hugged each other tightly with excitement. Gu Guan and the others also dismounted, smiling but not saying a word, giving space to the two people who had been reunited after a long separation.
Xie Ci hugged him tightly and patted Zhang Ningyuan's back excitedly, almost making Zhang Ningyuan vomit blood. He howled and sprayed spit all over Xie Ci's face with a spitting blood gesture.
Zhang Ningyuan is also very tall and handsome, over six feet tall, about 1.8 meters, only slightly shorter than Xie Ci. He has a fair and suave face, a pair of peach blossom eyes with slightly hazy and sparkling corners, and he is a sunny, confident and handsome guy.
He also practiced martial arts, but at first sight, Xie Ci knocked him into the mud, which made him very sad.
Zhang Ningyuan is the other peach blossom-eyed guy of the right age in Zhongdu, but Xie Ci knows him too well, and probably even knows what color underwear he wore back then, so he simply excludes him from the calculation.
He didn't spit on the other person's peach blossom eyes at this moment. He wiped the spit from his face in disgust, said "Tsk", pinched Zhang Ningyuan's arm, shook his head in disgust, and said, "Boiled chicken." He then used his fist that had been wiped with spit to give him two punches in the heart.
"Fuck you, it hurts so much!"
"Your grandpa, whose father are you?!"
The two of them fought and quarreled, complaining and despising each other, rolling on the snow, as if returning to the old days, laughing heartily, and finally lying on their backs on the snow at the bottom of the slope. Xie Ci looked up at the sky, then sideways at Zhang Ningyuan, "Why did you come out like this? What if..."
If this situation gets known to others, there will be no turning back!
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ningyuan turned over and sat up, pulling Xie Ci with him, and ran to the carriage with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He pulled up the curtain, gently pushed the additional door open a little, and turned around: "Xie Ci, I'm not going back!"
There was a middle-aged man and woman in the car. The woman had a face as dignified and beautiful as a full moon. There were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but her eyes were dark and bright. She looked very similar to Zhang Ningyuan, with the steady demeanor of a lady of the house. She was wearing a very low-key purple horse-faced skirt. When the car door opened, she smiled and nodded to Xie Ci, holding a pale, thin man in a blue round-necked robe in her hand.
These are Zhang Ningyuan's father and mother, Zhang Yuanqing, Marquis of Xiangcheng, and his wife, Shi. Zhang Yuanqing has been ill for a long time and is pale and thin. He is wrapped in a thick fur coat, but the fur of the coat is facing inside, and the outside is decorated with very ordinary blue silk.
Cocoon silk is cheap, but wear-resistant and inconspicuous.
It is obvious that this dress was specially made to conceal one's identity.
Inside the carriage, there were several pieces of thick, well-packed clothing, as well as several large bundles and boxes. Some of them were opened, and they contained valuables and medicines, as well as large and small medicine bowls, bottles, and oil-paper medicine bags. There were a lot of them.
Zhang Yuanqing was in poor health, so the family of three left Xiangcheng Hou Mansion, and most of the things they had prepared were for him.
The carriage was also specially prepared. It looked extremely ordinary on the outside, but it had thick boards, thick cotton, and a charcoal stove inside. Before, Zhang Ningyuan didn't even dare to open the door, for fear that his father would be blown by a cold wind.
Xie Ci was stunned, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Ningyuan.
Zhang Ningyuan rolled his eyes at him: "You are allowed to have ambitions, but I am not allowed to have one?"
He sighed, "Earlier, Wenxu and I captured a Northern Rong spy in Julanfang and traced their winery's lair. We went back and told my uncle, but he sent someone to investigate and said it wasn't him."
But when he caught people and spied on the winery, he noticed many suspicious points. He intuitively felt that it was the hideout of Beirong spies.
But at that time, my uncle had already obeyed the emperor's orders and was fully focused on dealing with Xie Ci, Li Yi and Feng Kun behind him. He was overwhelmed by everything and asked someone to investigate again, but there was still no problem. The court was in a panic, so they hurriedly sent him away and locked him up.
Thinking of the old emperor, Zhang Ningyuan curled his lips.
Ever since the incident with the Xie family, he had no good feelings towards the old emperor, and was therefore scolded many times by his uncle Zhang Yuanrang. In the end, he was worried that he would go out and talk nonsense, so he rarely let him go out. After Xie Ci returned to Beijing, he also locked him up.
Zhang Ningyuan has wanted to say something to Xie Ci for a long time, no matter at the beginning or now when many people in the community are cursing Xie Ci.
The snow fell softly, the stars shone dimly, and the two stood in front of the carriage shaft. Zhang Ningyuan turned and looked at Xie Ci: "Xie Ci, I will always believe in you! No matter what you do."
You will always be the thank you that I believe in!
Fine snowflakes fluttered down from their faces. The hot air they exhaled while talking was blown away by the biting north wind. The winter night in November was very cold, but Zhang Ningyuan's pair of dark eyes were particularly bright.
The youthful exuberance of a young man was fully expressed in him. Xie Ci felt a warmth in his heart. After a while, he said, "Are you my uncle and aunt?"
He is not stupid. Late at night like this, Zhang Ningyuan drove alone with his parents. There were many medicines and valuables in the car. He was traveling light, and Zhang Ningyuan said, "I have come to seek refuge with you."
He was so excited that he couldn't express it in words. But Zhang Yuanqing was the Marquis of Xiangcheng, so was he going to give him up like that? How could he do that?
At this time, Zhang Yuanqing in the car coughed twice. This frail-looking but serious and steady man said slowly, "In the past, I and Mr. Xie have had a long-standing spiritual friendship. You don't have to feel burdened."
The couple gave up everything else and went far away with their son. As for the Zhang family in Zhongdu, there was no need to worry. He had been ill for a long time and rarely went out. Mrs. Shi said that she just needed to take care of her seriously ill husband. Zhang Ningyuan had not been allowed to go out for a long time. After finding out that they were gone, Zhang Yuanrang was able to keep the news secret in the mansion.
"I've already told you everything."
Zhang Ningyuan hooked his arm around Xie Ci's shoulders and said with a smile, "You don't believe what I say, but my dad tells you."
He said very proudly, "I am the only son of my parents. Who else can they follow if not me?"
Zhang Yuanqing was very displeased with his son's unruly behavior and scolded him, "Look at what you look like."
He looked so careless, and when contrasted with Xie Ci's words, he was quite eye-catching.
Zhang Ningyuan quickly hooked his arm around Xie Ci's shoulder and turned away, pretending he hadn't heard. He nudged Xie Ci with the side of his waist, "I'll be hanging out with you from now on. Hurry and find a good place for my parents to settle down. Hey, I'm telling you, you can't be short of high-ranking officials and noble titles in the future. It must be at least higher than the Marquis of Xiangcheng!"
Fuck, this?!
Xie Ci glared: "What are you talking about?!"
He quickly looked around, and fortunately, there was no village in front and no shop behind in the quiet snowy field with fine snow drifting, and there were only two groups of people.
He immediately understood the frustrations of Zhang Yuanqing and his wife, and pulled his ear, saying, "We're already in Zhongdu territory here, shut up!"
The two pushed and pulled each other, and Zhang Ningyuan cried out, "Ah, ah, you actually pulled my ear! It was my wife who pulled it. I'm going to tell my sister-in-law!"
Xie Ci spitted out a spitting sound: "You have a shitty wife!"
The Duke of Ping's Mansion dug up his scandal and broke off the engagement.
However, although Zhang Ningyuan was a little upset, Xie Ci was very happy standing next to the carriage.
Gu Wan smiled and introduced himself to Zhang Yuanqing and his wife in the carriage. He quickly closed the door and pulled up the thick curtains, urging them to leave: "Let's go! It's cold outside. Let's go to the farm. I've already made arrangements. Let's go there and spend the night."
As for the follow-up arrangements, I’ll ask Zhang Ningyuan and his team for their opinions before making any further arrangements.
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The wheels rumbled, Xie Yun jumped onto the carriage and took the whip, while Zhang Ningyuan turned over and rode on Xie Yun's horse, walking side by side with Xie Ci.
The fine snowflakes gradually covered the wheel ruts and horse hoof prints.
The fields beside the snow hills returned to silence.
In fact, what Zhang Yuanqing said was true, spiritual connection was a factor, but the most important thing was because of his son.
Gu Guan had never met Zhang Yuanqing, and he did not expect that his father, Zhang Ningyuan, who had been bedridden for a long time, was such a majestic and sober man. The Zhang brothers of Xiangcheng Marquis Mansion actually had completely different political views and cognitions.
But on second thought, the unexpected was actually reasonable. At that time, Zhang Ningyuan knelt in the ancestral hall and went on a hunger strike to beg his uncle to mediate on behalf of the Xie family of Tiekan Temple. Zhang's mother could not bear it and came forward to pray in person. Finally, Zhang Yuanrang agreed.
But now I think that Zhang Yuanqing's tacit approval is necessary. Without his approval, Mrs. Guangshi's strength would not be enough to deal with the outside affairs.
However, these are just the foundation. It was their only beloved son who was the decisive factor that ultimately prompted Zhang Yuanqing and his wife to abandon everything, including the title, and leave with their son.
Zhang Ningyuan was locked up in the yard, and of course he had tried to escape.
The father and son dismissed everyone. For the first time, Zhang Ningyuan seriously explained his ideas and choices to his father. His uncle was stubborn and was driven by the old emperor, but he hated the man on the nine-story jade steps very much. He believed that the other party might not win, and that the Wei Dynasty was going downhill further and further. He wanted to find Xie Ci. He believed in Xie Ci and never changed.
Zhang Ningyuan had never been so serious before, expounding on his ideals and insights. He had grown up.
He told his parents seriously: "You can imprison me for a while, but you can't imprison me forever. I will leave. One day I will cross this wall. As soon as I get the chance, I will leave. You may never see me again."
Zhang Yuanqing was silent.
He was born with a weakness, and the couple had a lot of trouble getting this child. They cursed and despised him, but they held him in their hands and loved him like a treasure.
Finally one day, the child grew up, and he had his own ideals and ambitions about the world, and he was ready to rush towards them.
And this ambition was actually recognized by Zhang Yuanqing.
Although, there are many things to give up.
Zhang Yuanqing couldn't sleep all night. He thought about it for several days. The couple discussed it over and over again and finally made a decision to agree to their son.
Zhang Yuanqing is the master of the Marquis' Mansion, and Madam Shi is the mistress of the household. The Zhang family has a good family tradition, and there is no such thing as younger brothers bullying their older brothers or fighting for the power of the household. Thanks to the arrangement of Zhang Yuanqing and his wife, Zhang Ningyuan was able to slip out of his yard so smoothly and drove out with his parents.
He was very proud and told Xie Ci how he had persuaded his old father, how he was so domineering that made his father feel that his son had grown up, and how he persuaded his mother as well, how he prepared things, and so on, the whole process of his wisdom and courage.
The sound of horse hooves clattered as the three of them rode side by side on the snow. Xie Ci and Gu Guan smiled at each other. Beneath all this boasting, they could hear the silent love that Zhang Yuanqing and his wife had for their son.
Zhang Ningyuan hooked his arm around Xie Ci's shoulders, and the two of them rode on horseback, with him half hanging on Xie Ci, showing a happy smile that deserved a beating: "How is it? Are you envious of me, your brother?"
"It doesn't matter, your mother is still alive, and someone still loves you!" He patted Xie Ci's chest.
Anyone else would definitely not dare to make such a joke, but Zhang Ningyuan was the only one who didn't hesitate and said it directly. Xie Ci was also very uncomfortable. He kicked him and said, "Get out!"
The three of them talked and laughed all the way, and the slow horses pulled the carriage all the way to a small village in the eastern suburbs.
It was quiet and secluded late at night, with a few sparse old plum trees, their faint fragrance wafting through the snow. The house was not new, but it was safe and sturdy. The house and the courtyard had been tidied up overnight, and the brazier was lit to keep the house warm.
After removing the threshold, the carriage drove directly under the steps and lifted the screens to block the four sides. Zhang Yuanqing wrapped himself in a large cloak and tied up the hood and scarf. After a while, Zhang Ningyuan and Mrs. Shi carefully helped him down from the carriage.
The man in blue clothes and a green cape was very tall and thin, pale and majestic. Mrs. Shi supported him and looked at him and his son with a slight smile on her plump face, showing no reluctance to give up the position of Marquis' wife.
Zhang Ningyuan quickly helped his father up the stairs. Before entering the house, he waved his hand: "Sister-in-law, I'll talk to you another day. I have to help my father go to bed!"
After being hit by Zhang Yuanqing, Zhang Yuanqing nodded to Xie Ci and Gu Wan, saying, "I am not in good health, please don't be offended."
Mrs. Shi also smiled and nodded.
Xie Ci Gu Wan hurriedly bowed and said, "Don't be offended. It's late. Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang, please go to bed quickly."
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Zhang Yuanqing was in poor health. After being in the carriage for most of the day and being in the cold, everyone was worried that he wouldn't be able to bear it. So without wasting any more words, Zhang Ningyuan quickly helped his father into the house.
Zhang Yuanqing was the tallest, and Zhang Ningyuan was slightly shorter. Mrs. Shi supported Yuanqing, and the family of three entered the house through the blue cloth curtain lifted by Zhang Ningyuan.
The north wind blew in with snow into the corridor. Apart from Zhang Ningyuan's mumbling, the couple did not say anything. But at a glance, the warmth revealed in the actions of the family of three was extremely beautiful.
Gu Wan couldn't help but laugh.
On this snowy night, she suddenly felt the beauty of family affection and smiled slightly.
Both of them were in a good mood and not sleepy. After watching Zhang Ningyuan and his two companions enter the house, they gave a few more instructions. Then, hand in hand, they walked slowly along the corridor until they stopped at the plum blossom forest behind the house.
It is called a plum forest, but it is not quite that. There are seven or eight old plum trees of different sizes with twisted branches. The snow is getting heavier, and flakes of snow are flying down from the sky, blending with the plum blossoms on the tops of the trees, and gently swaying in the wind, which is beautiful and peaceful.
Xie Ci stuffed the hand warmer into Gu Wan's hand, pulled his cloak open to gather her together. She smiled, glanced at him sideways, and leaned her head on his shoulder.
Xie Ci touched the top of her head, brushed off the snow, and covered her head with the hood of his cloak. "Wanwan, do you miss your father and mother?"
He noticed that Gu Guan's eyes were very gentle when he looked at the interaction between Zhang Yuanqing and his wife and Zhang Ningyuan.
Gu Wan picked up a small branch and poked the snow under the steps, "Yes! I did think of them!"
She smiled slightly. "Zhang Yuanqing is very similar to my father. Not in appearance, but in that he is the kind of person who appears serious on the surface but actually loves children very much."
"My mother, um, my mother, also looked at us with a smile like this and cooked a lot of delicious food for us. When I was a child, I was very picky about food and had to eat what she cooked. If I didn't cook, she would scold me as a little bastard while cooking for me. But she always cooked a lot, and I ate a lot until my belly was full."
At the beginning of Xie Ci, he wanted to comfort Gu Wan because her father Gu Yanzhi had passed away. Xu Shi actually cooked for her daughter every day. She was really a good mother. He also wanted to praise her and agree with her.
But gradually, Xie Ci didn't say a word. He just put his chin against the top of Gu Wan's head and listened quietly to her talking about her parents.
In fact, on the night when they talked about re-holding the wedding, he had another sentence, "You can tell me if you have anything on your mind." But when the words came to his lips, he subconsciously did not say them.
In fact, Gu Wan rarely told him her troubles, and she basically never told him.
This was the first time she talked about many interesting things in her childhood and the relationship between her parents.
On this quiet snowy night, Xie Ci noticed a change.
He seemed to have finally touched the depths of her heart, and there was such a feeling.
He even breathed more lightly, not wanting to break this feeling.
There was a lantern hanging on the eaves, and the light was cast on the backs of the two people. The two shadows sat close to each other on the steps, the same height.
Gu Guan raised her head, her dark eyes were filled with a soft haze, and her expression lacked her usual carefree and confident demeanor. Like a real eighteen-year-old girl, she looked at him softly and smiled faintly.
After all these changes, both of them have changed. Gu Wan had always been the one who dominated their relationship before, but now, it seems that they are of the same size.
Xie Ci reached out and clasped her hand in his palm. His fingers slipped through hers, and their fingers intertwined. He whispered, "Later, let's go together to pay tribute to your father, okay?"
Gu Wan was stunned for a moment, then Shao Qing came back to her senses and nodded: "Okay!"
She felt some indescribable emotions in her heart, she hugged Xie Ci's neck, and Xie Ci immediately hugged her tightly.
She let out a long breath, closed her eyes, and leaned against his neck. Her parents weren't dead yet, but perhaps they would receive the news a hundred years from now. After all this was over, she would take Xie Ci to have a burn.
They didn't express their true feelings to each other, and Xie Ci didn't ask Gu Wan this time, but he felt that their relationship had taken another step forward.
He hugged her and looked up at the sky. Above the falling snowflakes, they grew bigger and bigger. The stars had disappeared. The sky was dark and the north wind was biting.
He has already stepped into the territory of Zhongdu.
In just half a month, everything he knew and thought was turned upside down, but after what happened tonight, his heart and strength surged spontaneously. He looked up and realized that nothing was impossible!
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With Zhang Ningyuan's arrival, Xie Ci finally knew where his father and brother were buried.
It was on a small hill not far from the big river in the eastern suburbs, with a wide view, facing the north and back to Zhongdu.
At that time, Xie Ci had just escaped from prison and followed the exiled women of the Xie family north to Xiangzhou. The whole family was in the north.
Zhang Ningyuan and others told Xie's father and son, hoping that their spirits in heaven could bless Xie Ci and them.
In winter, it is a vast snowfield, but in spring, flowers bloom everywhere.
Secluded and beautiful.
There are three tombs, one big and three small. Zhang Ningyuan and others built them in the name of their uncle and brother, Xie Ci.
They are just here, standing quietly.
The snow stopped, and Xie Ci stood in the howling north wind. Everyone behind him took off their hats and stood solemnly.
Xie Ci brought Gu Wan and everyone else, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, greeted his father and brother, and then poured three bottles of liquor in front of the grave.
A faint aroma of wine wafted in front of the grave mound. Xie Ci, wearing long boots and black clothes, stood in front of them.
After a long while, he said to Gu Wan: "This is not what they want!"
Gu Wan knew what he was talking about. Xie Ci had said before that if he were to sit in Feng Kun's position one day, he would be able to force the emperor to issue an edict to clear the name of the emperor.
During that period, the power struggles between powerful individuals were shocking and thrilling. Being in the thick of things, I had a clearer and more direct view.
But today, Xie Ci suddenly realized that these were not what his father and brother wanted.
In the past half month since he returned from Sigangshan, he has been thinking about it.
Xie Ci took a deep breath and said, "I can't get caught up in party disputes anymore!"
This is a dark vortex with no end in sight, and the more you sink into it, the deeper it will get.
And he now has the ability to protect himself.
Since Lu Xinyi, he has been doing what he needs to do, but not what he really likes to do.
He suddenly developed another source of motivation, which came from his father and brother whom he admired like mountains.
The cold wind whistled, and Xie Ci's thoughts became clear: "I must get rid of Feng Kun."
Thinking about it carefully, Feng Kun is really a scary person. He actually gradually developed a feeling that he is better than the old emperor, and even longed to be like Feng Kun.
If he continues like this, he will become exactly like Feng Kun.
He was very glad that Pang Huai's wake-up call came at the right time.
Xie Ci looked at the graves of his father and brother, his heart pounding. He told Gu Wan, "I want to do something to carry on their legacy!"
His father and brother are so outstanding!
Even if he still wanted to reveal the truth to the world, he would never do it in this way again.
He also longed for the day when he could reveal their deeds to the world in a way that would be approved by his father and brothers.
"Anyway, I don't want to fight with any more parties."
He has to get out!
After the snow stopped, early in the morning, the clouds in the sky rolled in the strong wind, and a ray of sunlight poured down, shining on this high hill.
Xie Ci's black armored cloak fluttered in the wind. His posture was as straight as a javelin, as if all the haze and darkness were swept away in an instant, and he turned back into the black-armored major general who dominated the northwest battlefield.
Standing tall and straight, it stands tall and firm in the world.
Gu Guan actually understood Pang Huai's unspoken sadness and regret. Xie Ci's father and brother died too early and had no time to teach him. Xie Ci could only grope forward slowly on his own, which led to him having many misunderstandings and confusions, and experiencing many difficulties and darkness.
But Pang Huai couldn't say more. He didn't know what would happen after his death. He could only decline everything and experience and grow through it personally.
Gu Wan was very happy that the thank you was like washing away the dust and letting the light shine again.
She was in an excited mood, "Yeah! Okay."
All up to you!
She smiled and held out her hand to him: "Let's do it together!"
The wind was rustling, and the sky suddenly brightened. Gu Wan stretched out a slender, white palm. Xie Ci took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and placed it in her palm.
With a "snap", the two hands overlapped heavily!
The author has something to say:
Finally got out!
Here it comes! I almost overwrote today, but luckily the alarm clock reminded me, A-Xiu, here comes the fat chapter! Our relationship and plot are about to enter the final big stage!
Heart to heart launch, see you tomorrow babies! (づ￣3￣)づ
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