Qu Yunmie also responded: "Well, kill him!"
Mi Jing: “…………” Amitabha.
Whenever Mi Jing wanted to say something that was not in line with the identity of a monk, he would recite this sentence, but chanting the Buddha's name alone was of no use. These two people were really too annoying. Mi Jing was distracted and naturally lost.
Fortunately, he lost, so Xiao Rong let him go. Xiao Rong smiled and high-fived Qu Yunmie. Qu Yunmie didn't understand at first, but after he understood, he quickly raised his hand.
He did not touch Xiao Rong's palm, because he knew he was not strong enough, so he just held it there, waiting for Xiao Rong to pat him.
Crisp applause sounded, and Qu Yunmie also laughed. Mi Jing looked at the two of them and couldn't help but curl his lips.
Well, they've become a little less annoying. …
After enough rest, everyone set off again. They passed the border yesterday and are now inside the border.
Xiao Rong was still thinking about what to do to pass the time in the afternoon. When the army arrived outside a city, Xiao Rong suddenly heard the sound of commotion outside.
He quickly stuck his head out of the carriage, but it was not the horse thieves who showed up, but the common people who were seeing him off.
"Long live the Zhenbei Army! Long live the King of Zhenbei!"
"Thank you, sirs, for destroying the Xianbei!"
"Wuwuwu Dad, did you see that? The Zhenbei Army has avenged you!"
Xiao Rong looked at the group of people dressed in civilian clothes in astonishment. They had probably heard the news, so they were waiting here early. As the army did not stop, these people desperately stuffed food into the soldiers' hands. In winter, there was nothing delicious to eat. There were only cakes and steamed buns made by each family, and some snacks for the better ones.
According to past examples, a victorious army should be given fruits and flowers. However, in the northern country at this time of year, not to mention flowers, there was not even a blade of grass to be found. So a girl plucked off the silk flower she was wearing, and threw it into the advancing army with a blushing face.
If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the only time she and these soldiers will see each other in this life, so this action has nothing to do with love, it is just to express gratitude.
The team kept moving forward, and Xiao Rong's carriage soon arrived in the crowd. Xiao Rong saw that the soldiers nearby quickly blushed, and even those who didn't blushed had stiff movements at this time, as if they didn't know how to walk.
Xiao Rong couldn't help but smile. At this moment, the crowd saw him. Among the dusty soldiers, Xiao Rong looked like a foreign prince abducted by them. The crowd was stunned, and then reached out to him reflexively. Boom!
I don't know which lady made the steamed bun, but it was hard enough to be used as a weapon. It hit Xiao Rong's forehead accurately and knocked him back into the carriage. After a while.
Qu Yunmie held a peeled boiled egg gloomily. Ironically, this egg was also given by the people. …
Xiao Rong took it and rubbed it himself. Qu Yunmie stared at the bruises on his head and said in a very unhappy tone: "What a bunch of unruly people!"
Xiao Rong: "My king, you forgot to be careful with your words again."
Qu Yunmie: "...They've smashed you into this state, and I can't say a few words?"
At this point, he muttered, "We shouldn't have let them get so close."
Xiao Rong looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "Come on, don't act like a victim. This was just an accident. That lady didn't do it on purpose. Seeing so many people spontaneously come to see you off, just to say thank you, aren't you happy?"
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He said sternly, "It's my job to fight the Xianbei. They don't need to thank me."
Xiao Rong: "Okay, okay, it's your business. There's no one else here anyway. What's wrong with you telling me what's in your heart? Just tell me, when you saw them, did you feel happy and flattered?"
Qu Yunmie did not answer him, and Xiao Rong put down the egg and persuaded him: "It doesn't matter if you have it, everyone has it, even me."
Qu Yunmie glanced at him, frowned, and finally admitted: "... Just a little."
Xiao Rong looked at Qu Yunmie, he slowly pursed his lips, but in the end he couldn't help it, suddenly, he burst out laughing.
Qu Yunmie instantly became angry and said, "You asked me that! What are you laughing at?"
Xiao Rong waved his hands quickly: "No, no, I'm not laughing at you. I... I'm happy too! The army and the people are united, these four words may seem simple, but after such a long journey and such a long time, the Zhenbei Army finally achieved these four words. I feel deeply for the king, and I'm happy for the king."
At this point, he finally stopped laughing and sat up straight, saying to Qu Yunmie: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, you have once again become a hero in the hearts of the people."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He lowered his eyes: "I am doing this for myself, not for them."
Xiao Rong: "That's wrong. Your Majesty is doing this for your deceased relatives and friends, for the Zhenbei Army that died under the Xianbei cavalry ten years ago, and for all the civilians who were ravaged by the Xianbei. The scope is expanding little by little. There may be a distinction between the primary and the secondary, but there has never been a clear division. Can your Majesty say with a clear conscience that you don't want to avenge these civilians?"
Qu Yunmie looked at him and stopped talking.
Of course he couldn't say it. If he had the chance, he would kill everyone who had bullied his people. If there were more enemies from outside, he might even fight for the weaker tribes around him. He was a man with a natural sense of justice, but he was also an unfortunate man. He had to avenge the people he knew first, and then he could pay attention to people farther away.
Xiao Rong said these words to make Qu Yunmie accept the people's love for him and never have the idea of "I am not worthy", because if Qu Yunmie is not worthy, then no one in this world is worthy.
But his words have more effects than just that. Accepting love is equivalent to accepting responsibility. Qu Yunmie may not be able to love his people like his own children, but he has always hated to see his people being bullied.
The Zhenbei Army is his people, and now these people are also his people.
Qu Yunmie thought that he would try his best to protect them.
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