Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 433 432. It's better not to see

"friend?"

After the wounded soldiers who were at the back of the line, or pushed by carts, or walked by themselves with bandages on their bodies, passed by the two of them, Du Ruhui stared at the group of soldiers who were bleeding for the country, and asked Li Zhen road.

"Ah."

Li Zhen also responded, and his eyes also fell on the backs of the group of wounded soldiers.

Strictly speaking, he was shocked.

Before coming here, it’s fine to watch TV or read novels, except when it’s used to set off something, some scenes of wounded soldiers will be shown, such as how miserable and desolate the wounded soldiers in the camp are.Then at this time, there will always be a protagonist who will come out and say some impassioned words to inspire everyone, or someone will use these wounded soldiers to describe how incompetent the court is.

The so-called wounded soldiers are just borrowed tools from beginning to end.

But... when there were at least one or two thousand wounded soldiers, they walked with a tired pace, but insisted on not falling behind, and limped towards Luoyang behind the team.

Seeing them live without an arm, or lying in a car without a thigh.

For a while, Li Zhen lost the joy of reuniting with her friends.

To be honest, he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Yes, he has also been very hard on this journey, and he has also experienced things such as poverty, hardship, injury, and suffering.But in the bottom of his heart, all that he went through seemed nothing compared to these wounded soldiers.

Or at least he thought so.

I haven't experienced it with my own eyes, and maybe some people can't imagine it in their entire lives. When you see one or two thousand bloody soldiers passing by you without complaint or regret in order to protect your country, that kind...from the heart How painful it is.

"..."

"..."

Silently watched them walk away.

Li Zhen seemed stunned and didn't say a word for a long time.

Because I really don't know what to say.

Not even for no reason, he felt a little ashamed.

Obviously they are still defending their home and country, but they are already surrounded by rebels who may jump out at any time...

In the future, they may even meet with them on the battlefield.

He was very uncomfortable with the feeling of shame and guilt.Even Yang Guang's extravagance and cruelty could not offset his love for these soldiers.

"...Daozhang, shall we go too?"

Du Ruhui, who also didn't know what was going on in his heart, said.

"..."

Li Zhen turned to look at him and nodded silently.

But after leading the horse for a few steps, Du Ruhui looked at Li Zhen with a strange expression.After thinking about it, he asked:

"What do you think?"

"..."

Li Zhen paused.

Subconsciously looked forward again.

"Old Du."

"Ah."

"There are no outsiders at the moment, we two brothers said something from the bottom of our hearts."

"You said."

"..."

The Taoist gaze fell on the group of soldiers pushing carts at the end of the line.

After looking at it for a while, he said:
"If I told you that I was about to cry when I saw their injuries, would you believe me?"

"...Is the Taoist priest sympathizing with them?"

"I don't know either... Huh."

Taking a long breath to ease his emotions, the Taoist shook his head slightly:

"But I just feel sorry for these people. In fact, they are lucky because they are still alive. But what about the people who are not alive, who is not someone's son, who is not whose father?...It's like Liu Ding, just Like Wenguan.

Especially Liu Ding, didn't I tell you why he left?You also said that he broke his promise, but in fact I am quite happy.Her husband died, and a woman gritted her teeth and raised her three children.But after all, the eldest son has a promising future and made friends with noble people... How happy are you talking in her heart?
But in the same way, just seeing her happy, how many people in the world would think of the fear in her heart?How can her son, He De, be favored by a Taoist priest who is a real martial artist?How could he be able to be given a house by a lady official from a thousand-year-old city when she got married?
Her husband, just because of an idea of ​​a big shot, has become a footnote of insignificance in a battle.And now, when her son has this sign, do you think... how will she choose?And this is on the premise that Liu Ding got to know us and got the opportunity.But look at them again..."

Pointing to the team that has gradually become a black line.

"Dou Jiande in Hebei, Du Fuwei in Jiangnan, Zhai Rang in Wagangzhai... oh yes, Luo Yi, the chief executive of Youzhou, and the one you mentioned a few days ago... Xue Ju who suddenly rose to power in the northwest...everyone has The army, even our majesty. These people kill each other like wild animals.

Everyone will only notice the outcome of a war, who wins and who loses.But they will really consider... what kind of harm will it bring to the family behind a soldier under their command after setting off an ambitious move? ...It's okay if you win, after all, it's a family of heroes.But if he loses...if he is branded as a traitor, how will the orphans and widows left behind live in the end? "

"..."

Du Ruhui was speechless.

In fact, at first, he thought that the priest would talk to him about those wounded soldiers.For example, how to appease their families, what are the disadvantages of the pension policy, and so on.

His heart knows the mercy of the long.

But I didn't expect...Compared to individual compassion, the Taoist chief thought...at least in Du Ruhui's view, it was based on human nature...almost a judgmental argument.

To put it bluntly, the Taoist priest has said so much, which can be summed up in one sentence.

That is:
"Who's at fault."

Yes, at first glance, some cows and horses are irrelevant, but the words of the Taoist priest are so in his own ears.

Who the hell made the mistake.

Are those rebels?Or Your Majesty?

If it is said that His Majesty made a mistake, then are these traitors who will make mistakes and make mistakes right?
And if these rebels are wrong, will the world be better off under the leadership of the person sitting on the dragon chair now?
But if you are right.

An emperor sitting in the world, tossing around in his own home, what does he care about other people's business?

Is there something wrong?No.

However, those insects, rats and ants who were swept away for three days and five days in the sun felt that they couldn't survive, they couldn't survive, so they stood up and resisted, was it wrong?

nor.

Like those wounded soldiers.Were they injured from fighting with the Yaozu?
No.

We are all ants, driven and twisted together.

Who is wrong?
or……

Everyone right?
but……

Look at that black line.

Like a black dragon crawling on the ground.

The head of the black dragon is extremely majestic, and the golden scales on the dragon's body are like fine steel.

Only that tail.

covered in wounds.

In the end, it was Tail who silently endured everything, all the hatred and murderous intent, hatred and desires in the world.Let people see its majesty, and then... silently restore their wounds.

In fact, Du Ruhui felt that he was not an indecisive person.

but……

Ever since he met the Taoist priest, at this moment, he found in a trance that every time a question was thrown from the Taoist priest, it was a kind of mess that could not be sorted out.

And usually when encountering this kind of problem, you only need to quickly sort out the source of the root, and cut it off quickly.

Rather...

"..."

After a moment of silence, he turned his head and looked to the side.

The evening wind blows the Taoist priest's black and white Taoist robe fluttering like a dance.

If I'm not mistaken, it's cirrus cloud silk, right?
Last year's new material, a foot of a hundred gold.

In the past, Du Ruhui knew that this new material produced in the Sichuan region was made of thousands of silkworm heads and silk, and he still cursed some people in his heart for being extravagant and absorbing the fat and anointing of the people.

In his heart, even an emperor is not worthy of wearing clothes made of this material.

What virtue and ability do other people dare to put on this well-deserved painstaking effort?

But at this moment...he suddenly felt...

In this world, if people's conduct is measured by cirrus clouds and silk.

Then... the emperor is not worthy, the national teacher is not worthy, and the immortal is not worthy...

Based on his knowledge, the only person in this world who can be worthy of this piece of cloth is the Taoist in front of him.

Befriend him.

How fortunate?

So he said:

"Master."

"Ok?"

"Enter the city."

Seeing Li Zhen's surprised expression, the scholar shook his head and led the horse along:

"It's useless to think too much. This world...is like a pile of firewood and food. The spark has appeared, and the firewood is burning. And you and I are like two ants. What we can do, It is to unite more ants and rescue more food. Then..."

He paused, but immediately said the next thing.

I didn't think about whether it was appropriate or not.

Because... the Taoist priest said just now.

At this moment, there is no one around.

Just us brothers.

Then we brothers... have to say some heartfelt words.

So, under the eyes of the Taoist, the ambitious scholar turned his back to the sunset that was about to fall, looked at the tail of the black dragon that was gradually dissipating, and continued in an extremely calm but firm tone:

"After the flame burns everything, the ants learn from the pain and get rid of the disadvantages of putting the woodshed and granary in one place, and then... build a better home."

"..."

After speaking, the Taoist fell silent.

After less than ten steps back, Du Ruhui suddenly heard a chuckle:
"Ha~ Sure enough, the heart of a scholar... is really bad."

He didn't refute.

Just nodding:
"Who said it wasn't."

……

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Li Zhen returned to Chunyou Club alone.

Du Ruhui was not with him.

Going to Hedong immediately, he has too many things to prepare.

When Li Zhen returned to Chunyou Club, the lights were already on inside.

"Sir, you are back."

Looking at the young man who came out to greet him, Li Zhen nodded:

"Why did you go during the day?"

"...I went to the Town God's Temple to pay homage to my parents. By the way, sir, two sons came to look for Mr. Yan today. They claimed to be surnamed Yan. Seeing that Mr. Wang was not there, they said they would come to visit tomorrow."

"Oh."

Hearing this explanation, Li Zhen nodded and didn't care about the brothers.

Come and come.

I am worried that I have no business.

Looking at the young man who had already packed his bed, Li Zhen said:

"Should be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, a group of people with the Shang surname from Pegasus City will come looking for me. If I am here, let them wait. If not, you can let them wait for me here. Good hospitality, that's all Sir, my good friend, do you know?"

"Eh, I see."

After giving orders to the boy, Li Zhen nodded and went straight back to the East Wing.

After chatting with the teacher that day, his cultivation has not been wasted for a day.

Calm down and recite the Golden Light Mantra silently.

The golden light is long, protecting the spiritual platform from being transparent.

His consciousness was like a swimming fish, skillfully separated from the heaven and earth, and fell into another river.

In the river, he could already vaguely perceive his "companion".

One of them is closest to me.

The other two seem to be thousands of miles away.

But he didn't approach, but cruised silently in this long river.

Honestly.

And those three fishes didn't move at all as if they didn't know he was here.

……

"Miss!"

Not seeing each other for a few months, when Hongying saw Sun Jingchan again, she couldn't help but feel joy welling up in her heart.

"Ah."

The woman with knife-like eyebrows responded, and let the maids and servants carry the luggage on the carriage. She first turned her head and glanced at the Eastern Palace not far away, standing in the darkness, and then nodded calmly:

"Go in and talk."

"Yes."

The master and servant passed over the servants and entered the mansion specially prepared for the members of the Pegasus Sect.

Sun Jingchan came here by himself, and did not bring anyone else with him.

Because when he was in Hedong, according to the temporary recruitment for the war, all the people who followed the Pegasus Sanzong this time joined Li Yuan's team.

When you join the ranks, you are soldiers.

At this moment, the army is stationed outside the city, and the army will be completely disbanded only after Li Yuan handed over the Tiger Talisman at the court tomorrow.

So they can't go yet.

Walking into the mansion, I heard the guards inside shout respectfully:
"Miss!"

As soon as she heard the title, she understood that these people should all be from Pegasus City.

Wave your hand:
"You don't have to. This is the capital, not your home... Go find it yourself. This time, I brought a lot of letters and clothes made by your wife. They all have names, so go get them yourself."

As soon as these words came out, the guards immediately beamed with joy.

And Hongying also said at the right time:

"Miss, the water has been put away, will the servant wait for the miss to take a bath?"

"Ah."

Hearing Hongying's words, a trace of fatigue inevitably appeared under the two knife-like eyebrows.

Without letting anyone come, the master and servant walked towards the backyard.

When I came to the backyard, there were basically no people in sight.

Hongying had been serving her food and daily life for more than ten years, and the maids sent by His Majesty were all left in the East Palace because they were worried about any details.

Eat first, then take a bath, and finally go to bed early.

Sun Jingchan will go to see him tomorrow.

You should rest earlier.

only……

"Don't eat, just take a shower. Today, I have a rough day on the horse, and I really don't have much appetite."

"Yes."

Turn around and go to Tangchi.

A pool of spring water at just the right temperature is filled with fresh flower petals.

"Whoa~"

The woman with disheveled hair got out of the bath, and Hongying, wearing a light veil as she should, went into the water with Sun Jingchan.

He picked up the comb, dipped it in the pool water full of flower fragrance, and started to comb the lady's hair.

She could see that the young lady had suffered a lot in the past two months.

Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly heard the young lady with her back facing her say:

"how is the situation?"

"Everything is carried out according to the order of the servant. After I took over the treasury, I first gave an extra set of money to the servants of the King of Yue every month. With the money, the integration will be faster. Then, whether it is food, clothing, The degree of communication and gifts between the King of Yue and people has also been raised a level. Including the renovation of the East Palace, improving the conditions for the rare and exotic animals in the rare animal pen, etc., although the set is a bit more money, but at least ... We are no longer blind in the capital."

"It's just small money, don't worry about it."

"Yes."

"What about the second grandfather's injury?"

"It's still recovering... The doctors said that the battle with Zhu Huai... really hurt the vitality of the sect master. I'm afraid it's impossible to recover to the heyday. But if you can recover [-]% to [-]%, it will take about a year." Two years."

"..."

Hearing this, Sun Jingchan was silent for a while, and suddenly said:

"Do you think it's appropriate for me to go to Second Grandpa tomorrow and discuss with him about the next sect master?"

"..."

Hongying paused in combing her hair.

After thinking about it, he said softly:

"The servant girl doesn't think it's appropriate."

"Oh?"

Quietly, the woman wrapped in warm water opened her tired eyes.

There is a touch of unexpected joy in the eyes:

"Hongying."

"Yes."

"You've grown up..."

"..."

"Whoa~"

The tired woman leaned against the maid:
"Give me a shoulder squeeze, and I'll comb it later."

"Yes."

Feeling the right strength, the woman with her eyes closed said unhurriedly:

"Grow up a bit more, Hongying. In the chaos of the capital, grow up to be able to take charge of one's own side as soon as possible, and be able to rely on someone who can share my worries."

As she spoke, she felt the fingers kneading her shoulders stop.

Without opening her eyes, she could guess that her maid's eyes must be full of surprise and confusion.

But she didn't explain.

Because she is lonely.

Helpless loneliness.

And the future master of the Pegasus Sect, the last thing he needs is this kind of helpless loneliness.

So, quietly changed the subject.

With his eyes closed, he recalled the glimpse of that Taoist robe.

The woman's two knife eyebrows seemed to be softened a bit.

But there was a trace of melancholy in his tone.

"Today, I saw the Taoist priest."

"..."

Hongying was silent, and because of the angle, she couldn't see the expression on the young lady's face.

I only heard her say slowly in a complicated tone:
"On our way into the city... We haven't seen each other for a few months. I thought that when we saw him again, we might not recognize each other. But I didn't expect... He is still the same as before."

"..."

Hearing this, Hongying thought for a while and asked in a low voice:
"Then...do you want to hold a banquet tomorrow..."

"No."

Before he finished speaking, he was directly rejected by Sun Jingchan.

Recalling the pot of Xifeng that night.

Or it was the night of wrongdoing that she least wanted to recall.

Everything, finally, returned to the side of the official road, a step away from respecting each other as guests.

Unknowingly, the figure of the Taoist in my mind who was clearly beside the pipeline, but gradually drifting away from her gradually blurred.

The exhaustion accumulated for many days broke out.

The woman with increasingly heavy eyelids leaned on the maid's arms, murmured among the scent of flowers in her nose:
"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the sky is at this moment..."

Forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

is the best.

(End of this chapter)