Yubi was gone, and she didn't tell what she knew before she left.
Lin Yuan asked someone to constrict her body, and found a beautiful place to bury it.
It is said that Yubi passed away from illness, and the news of her death must be spread.
Liu Yi was embroidering patterns in the house. Sitting next to her was Chu Lin. Both of them were beauties out of a thousand. Chu Lin arrived a few days ago and was so busy that he didn't even touch his feet until he found time. The two were sent to Lin Yuan together, not far or close, but they are rare people who can say a few words.
Liu Yi watched Chu Lin drank tea in silence, and asked him, "What happened to you who was worried?"
Chu Lin smiled at her: "It's nothing, it's not a big deal."
Liu Yi nodded and stopped asking.
Now they have their own errands, and they have learned to speak half of the conversation, and they have spoken too much. When there are always problems, it is better to be a dumb statue to treat yourself.
Chu Lingan sat for a while, and now he has nothing to talk about with Liu Yi. The two sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere made Chu Lin stand up in an embarrassing atmosphere: "When I think of it, I didn't do something, so let's go now. It’s safe here too. When things get messy outside, take care of yourself first."
Liu Yi also stood up, and the two saluted each.
When they wanted to see each other, they had a feeling of sympathy, but there was no love between men and women. Because they were all outstanding looks, they had never seen people like them since they were young. When they met, they felt that they were no different from them. They coveted their appearance and never cared about who they were. Over time, they felt that they had only one face.
In other words, under that face, nothing else matters.
Because others can't see and don't care.
Liu Yi once said to Chu Lin: "If I hadn't had this face, I might have had a man early and gave birth to a few babies. Now I am waiting for the baby to have a baby."
Everyone hopes to have peerless beauty, but no one knows that everyone is innocent and guilty. For high-class ladies, beauty is the icing on the cake, but for ordinary women, the more beautiful they are, the more difficult their lives will be.
"I was thinking about scratching this face."
"But I thought again, God gave me this, what's wrong with me?"
So she has come to today. She walked to Nan Bodhisattva with her beauty, and became the sister Liu in everyone's mouth, and the beauty in outsiders' mouth.
Those people used to speak frivolously and loose their hands and feet in front of her, but now they stand in front of her and they all have to bow their heads in fear.
Liu Yi didn't want to leave here, even if Nan Bodhisattva asked her if she wanted to marry.
Why should she marry? If you are married, you have to leave the South Bodhisattva. Who knows the days after marriage? She saw too many men, and when the best one couldn't reach, she didn't want to follow the lower general.
If you don't marry your whole life, many prostitutes outside are like this. The man says love, and he takes him back to the house, but then he feels like picking up.
Why bother? Those prostitutes have no choice. Now that she has a choice, she doesn't want to go to see people's faces again.
If one day the Nan Bodhisattva really comes to Dabao, maybe she can still be a nanny in the palace. When she gets old and leaves the palace, she has a certain amount of money and recognizes a few righteous sons and daughters. Just hold the money tightly. I am not afraid that they will be disobedient.
In these days, Liu Yi embroidered patterns and did not move around with others. She knew what she was, and sometimes she sighed. Sometimes people understand that their seat is the most important thing. I don't know the truth.
This day, as usual, Liu was embroidering by the window sill, embroidering flowers, grass, and butterflies. When he was embroidering, he heard someone passing by outside.
She supported the window to look, and there was a group of people walking past, all wearing armor and holding sharp weapons.
When she was about to sit down, she heard the sky shaking outside, and there was a bang. The earth seemed to be shaking. The people who were sweeping outside stopped and looked up at the direction of the city wall, but they only stopped for a moment and started separately. Worked.
Even Liu Yi sat down again to embroider patterns.
The voice was not cut off, and the earth was still shaking, but her heart was calm.
After the people finished their work, they packed up their things and went into the rest hut. One person poured a cup of hot water and talked while listening to the sound.
"Someone outside is beating, right?" Someone took out two steamed buns from the bed and shared them with others, and ate them with hot water.
Another said: "I don't know which side it is."
"Where else can it come from, right?"
Someone said to the big guys: "You don't want to go out and have a look?"
The big man was a Mongol. His family had never been developed before. Later, when chaos broke out, their family fled everywhere. Originally, they wanted to go to Dadu, but of course they didn’t get there. Later, I heard that the South Bodhisattva treats their Mongols equally, Like the rebels in other places, they killed them when they met, and their family took a gamble. With this bet, their lives were left behind.
Do you want to go back to Dadu?
Maybe others want to go back.
Because they shed the blood of the prairie, even if they might not even have a horse of their own before.
But they couldn't go back. They couldn't go back since they stepped into the reign of the South Bodhisattva.
The big man bit the bun in silence. He didn't know what other people thought, but he didn't want to go back to the grassland.
He heard him say that in the past, he relied on the heavens to feed on the grasslands. The cattle and sheep in the family had to be dedicated to the patriarch above, and his family could only keep a little bit. There was a shortage of everything on the grassland, lack of salt and sugar, if natural disasters occurred. , Meet the wolves, the livelihood of the family is gone.
After arriving in the Central Plains, they knew that life could still be so good.
Put some cattle and sheep, as long as you don't go deep into the mountains, there will be no danger, you can also grow the land, and you can change salt everywhere.
The Han people always have many new things.
The jewelry they make, even if it is made of wood, is horribly delicate and cheap.
They had heard that Zhongyuan was good before, but that was only heard.
I really did not want to leave.
The big man chewed the steamed buns. He spoke Chinese well, so he told them, "I don't want to watch it."
What's the point of watching?
Is he helping the Han to beat his own tribe, or helping the tribe to beat the Han who is kind to him?
The grassland pays attention to the distinction of grievances and grievances, but now it is unclear.
He wanted to live a good life so that his Abu Eji could live a good life, marry another girl, have ten or eight children, and stay together as a family.
Several other people whispered: "I don't know what's going on outside?"
"What are you afraid of? With the South Bodhisattva here, they might not be able to attack?"
"That is, the South Bodhisattva has the blessing of heaven. We are favored by the South Bodhisattva. What's so terrible?"
The more they talk, the more excited they become.
"If it wasn't for me that I didn't raise it well in my mother's womb, and didn't give birth to a seven-foot man, I would have to rush out today and fight them to death and death!"
The others laughed: "Come on, you are so courageous, you are also serving food when you go up."
The big man was listening.
He thought, Nan Bodhisattva is a good person, and the Mongols who defected to him have not been condemned. Everyone can live a better life than in the hands of the emperor. The Han people do not bully them, and their children can follow the Han people. The children go to school together and get on the board together.
If the South Bodhisattva wins the world, shouldn't they be driven back to the grassland?
The big man took a sip of hot water.
Looking out the window in a daze, they were able to stay on the grassland once before, looking at the fertile land of the Central Plains.
Later, they entered the Central Plains and became masters, thinking they could occupy this place forever.
How many years have passed...
——
Outside Hanyang City, Wang Baobao returned to the battalion commander. He was covered in blood and wounded with a long knife. He didn't know how many people he had killed. He just remembered that each of them looked at him with the same eyes.
Those people didn't seem to be afraid of death. The look in his eyes before they died was not afraid, only resentment and ridicule.
It seems to be saying: "I'm waiting for you right next to you."
The soldiers of the Southern King...
The soldiers of the Southern King are frightening.
On the battlefield, he fights not only with swords and guns, but also with his heart. If he feels the fear and takes a step back, even if there is only one step, his military spirit will be scattered and the line of defense will be broken.
But the soldiers of the Southern King were not afraid of death.
It seems that they are not here to fight.
They are all lonely warriors who know that they are going to die and must slay their enemies before they die.
Wang Baobao looked at his generals.
There was already fear on their faces.
They have never seen such soldiers.
How can soldiers really not fear death at all? Before the battle, the real swords and guns met, how many of them did not waver?
Wang Baobao sighed.
But in any case, they cannot withdraw at this time.
They have no retreat and can only make a desperate move.
Wang Baobao ordered: "The whole army rests, and the city will be attacked tomorrow morning!"
Victory or defeat will be clear tomorrow.
——
Lin Yuan couldn't sleep. He was sitting at the desk with strong tea in his hand. No one could fall asleep tonight. He sat on the city wall all day. Hearing countless battle reports, the number of lives has become a number. About a little bit hurt.
All he could do was to sit in the prison and look down the city wall, only to see the crowds, the fallen, the standing, and the people constantly fighting.
The two came in with hot water at both ends. He lowered his head and whispered, "Master, it's time to soak your feet."
Lin Yuan looked at the two.
Two or two have grown up, and the little boy who used to cry in the past has now grown into a young man.
When they wore a broken quilt and fumbled for the bank notes in the ruined temple, they never thought they would have today.
Lin Yuan rubbed the corner of his forehead, and said two or two, "Let's put it there first."
Two or two put the water basin down and stood behind Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan wanted to say a few words to Erliang, opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start. After a while, he whispered, "You don't need to wait here, let's go on."
Two and two promised to withdraw.
Lin Yuan closed his eyes, and many people's faces flashed in his mind, those who once followed him but have now died on the battlefield.
Those who are talking about making contributions and following him all their lives.
People who say that they have a child and want their child to be a soldier.
Lin Yuan leaned on the chair, letting the tears fall from the corner of his eyes.
When the sun rises tomorrow, he will still be the Nan Bodhisattva with a smile on his face and full chest.
Anyone can fall, he can't.
Yubi was gone, and she didn't tell what she knew before she left.
Lin Yuan asked someone to constrict her body, and found a beautiful place to bury it.
It is said that Yubi passed away from illness, and the news of her death must be spread.
Liu Yi was embroidering patterns in the house. Sitting next to her was Chu Lin. Both of them were beauties out of a thousand. Chu Lin arrived a few days ago and was so busy that he didn't even touch his feet until he found time. The two were sent to Lin Yuan together, not far or close, but they are rare people who can say a few words.
Liu Yi watched Chu Lin drank tea in silence, and asked him, "What happened to you who was worried?"
Chu Lin smiled at her: "It's nothing, it's not a big deal."
Liu Yi nodded and stopped asking.
Now they have their own errands, and they have learned to speak half of the conversation, and they have spoken too much. When there are always problems, it is better to be a dumb statue to treat yourself.
Chu Lingan sat for a while, and now he has nothing to talk about with Liu Yi. The two sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere made Chu Lin stand up in an embarrassing atmosphere: "When I think of it, I didn't do something, so let's go now. It’s safe here too. When things get messy outside, take care of yourself first."
Liu Yi also stood up, and the two saluted each.
When they wanted to see each other, they had a feeling of sympathy, but there was no love between men and women. Because they were all outstanding looks, they had never seen people like them since they were young. When they met, they felt that they were no different from them. They coveted their appearance and never cared about who they were. Over time, they felt that they had only one face.
In other words, under that face, nothing else matters.
Because others can't see and don't care.
Liu Yi once said to Chu Lin: "If I hadn't had this face, I might have had a man early and gave birth to a few babies. Now I am waiting for the baby to have a baby."
Everyone hopes to have peerless beauty, but no one knows that everyone is innocent and guilty. For high-class ladies, beauty is the icing on the cake, but for ordinary women, the more beautiful they are, the more difficult their lives will be.
"I was thinking about scratching this face."
"But I thought again, God gave me this, what's wrong with me?"
So she has come to today. She walked to Nan Bodhisattva with her beauty, and became the sister Liu in everyone's mouth, and the beauty in outsiders' mouth.
Those people used to speak frivolously and loose their hands and feet in front of her, but now they stand in front of her and they all have to bow their heads in fear.
Liu Yi didn't want to leave here, even if Nan Bodhisattva asked her if she wanted to marry.
Why should she marry? If you are married, you have to leave the South Bodhisattva. Who knows the days after marriage? She saw too many men, and when the best one couldn't reach, she didn't want to follow the lower general.
If you don't marry your whole life, many prostitutes outside are like this. The man says love, and he takes him back to the house, but then he feels like picking up.
Why bother? Those prostitutes have no choice. Now that she has a choice, she doesn't want to go to see people's faces again.
If one day the Nan Bodhisattva really comes to Dabao, maybe she can still be a nanny in the palace. When she gets old and leaves the palace, she has a certain amount of money and recognizes a few righteous sons and daughters. Just hold the money tightly. I am not afraid that they will be disobedient.
In these days, Liu Yi embroidered patterns and did not move around with others. She knew what she was, and sometimes she sighed. Sometimes people understand that their seat is the most important thing. I don't know the truth.
This day, as usual, Liu was embroidering by the window sill, embroidering flowers, grass, and butterflies. When he was embroidering, he heard someone passing by outside.
She supported the window to look, and there was a group of people walking past, all wearing armor and holding sharp weapons.
When she was about to sit down, she heard the sky shaking outside, and there was a bang. The earth seemed to be shaking. The people who were sweeping outside stopped and looked up at the direction of the city wall, but they only stopped for a moment and started separately. Worked.
Even Liu Yi sat down again to embroider patterns.
The voice was not cut off, and the earth was still shaking, but her heart was calm.
After the people finished their work, they packed up their things and went into the rest hut. One person poured a cup of hot water and talked while listening to the sound.
"Someone outside is beating, right?" Someone took out two steamed buns from the bed and shared them with others, and ate them with hot water.
Another said: "I don't know which side it is."
"Where else can it come from, right?"
Someone said to the big guys: "You don't want to go out and have a look?"
The big man was a Mongol. His family had never been developed before. Later, when chaos broke out, their family fled everywhere. Originally, they wanted to go to Dadu, but of course they didn’t get there. Later, I heard that the South Bodhisattva treats their Mongols equally, Like the rebels in other places, they killed them when they met, and their family took a gamble. With this bet, their lives were left behind.
Do you want to go back to Dadu?
Maybe others want to go back.
Because they shed the blood of the prairie, even if they might not even have a horse of their own before.
But they couldn't go back. They couldn't go back since they stepped into the reign of the South Bodhisattva.
The big man bit the bun in silence. He didn't know what other people thought, but he didn't want to go back to the grassland.
He heard him say that in the past, he relied on the heavens to feed on the grasslands. The cattle and sheep in the family had to be dedicated to the patriarch above, and his family could only keep a little bit. There was a shortage of everything on the grassland, lack of salt and sugar, if natural disasters occurred. , Meet the wolves, the livelihood of the family is gone.
After arriving in the Central Plains, they knew that life could still be so good.
Put some cattle and sheep, as long as you don't go deep into the mountains, there will be no danger, you can also grow the land, and you can change salt everywhere.
The Han people always have many new things.
The jewelry they make, even if it is made of wood, is horribly delicate and cheap.
They had heard that Zhongyuan was good before, but that was only heard.
I really did not want to leave.
The big man chewed the steamed buns. He spoke Chinese well, so he told them, "I don't want to watch it."
What's the point of watching?
Is he helping the Han to beat his own tribe, or helping the tribe to beat the Han who is kind to him?
The grassland pays attention to the distinction of grievances and grievances, but now it is unclear.
He wanted to live a good life so that his Abu Eji could live a good life, marry another girl, have ten or eight children, and stay together as a family.
Several other people whispered: "I don't know what's going on outside?"
"What are you afraid of? With the South Bodhisattva here, they might not be able to attack?"
"That is, the South Bodhisattva has the blessing of heaven. We are favored by the South Bodhisattva. What's so terrible?"
The more they talk, the more excited they become.
"If it wasn't for me that I didn't raise it well in my mother's womb, and didn't give birth to a seven-foot man, I would have to rush out today and fight them to death and death!"
The others laughed: "Come on, you are so courageous, you are also serving food when you go up."
The big man was listening.
He thought, Nan Bodhisattva is a good person, and the Mongols who defected to him have not been condemned. Everyone can live a better life than in the hands of the emperor. The Han people do not bully them, and their children can follow the Han people. The children go to school together and get on the board together.
If the South Bodhisattva wins the world, shouldn't they be driven back to the grassland?
The big man took a sip of hot water.
Looking out the window in a daze, they were able to stay on the grassland once before, looking at the fertile land of the Central Plains.
Later, they entered the Central Plains and became masters, thinking they could occupy this place forever.
How many years have passed...
——
Outside Hanyang City, Wang Baobao returned to the battalion commander. He was covered in blood and wounded with a long knife. He didn't know how many people he had killed. He just remembered that each of them looked at him with the same eyes.
Those people didn't seem to be afraid of death. The look in his eyes before they died was not afraid, only resentment and ridicule.
It seems to be saying: "I'm waiting for you right next to you."
The soldiers of the Southern King...
The soldiers of the Southern King are frightening.
On the battlefield, he fights not only with swords and guns, but also with his heart. If he feels the fear and takes a step back, even if there is only one step, his military spirit will be scattered and the line of defense will be broken.
But the soldiers of the Southern King were not afraid of death.
It seems that they are not here to fight.
They are all lonely warriors who know that they are going to die and must slay their enemies before they die.
Wang Baobao looked at his generals.
There was already fear on their faces.
They have never seen such soldiers.
How can soldiers really not fear death at all? Before the battle, the real swords and guns met, how many of them did not waver?
Wang Baobao sighed.
But in any case, they cannot withdraw at this time.
They have no retreat and can only make a desperate move.
Wang Baobao ordered: "The whole army rests, and the city will be attacked tomorrow morning!"
Victory or defeat will be clear tomorrow.
——
Lin Yuan couldn't sleep. He was sitting at the desk with strong tea in his hand. No one could fall asleep tonight. He sat on the city wall all day. Hearing countless battle reports, the number of lives has become a number. About a little bit hurt.
All he could do was to sit in the prison and look down the city wall, only to see the crowds, the fallen, the standing, and the people constantly fighting.
The two came in with hot water at both ends. He lowered his head and whispered, "Master, it's time to soak your feet."
Lin Yuan looked at the two.
Two or two have grown up, and the little boy who used to cry in the past has now grown into a young man.
When they wore a broken quilt and fumbled for the bank notes in the ruined temple, they never thought they would have today.
Lin Yuan rubbed the corner of his forehead, and said two or two, "Let's put it there first."
Two or two put the water basin down and stood behind Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan wanted to say a few words to Erliang, opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start. After a while, he whispered, "You don't need to wait here, let's go on."
Two and two promised to withdraw.
Lin Yuan closed his eyes, and many people's faces flashed in his mind, those who once followed him but have now died on the battlefield.
Those who are talking about making contributions and following him all their lives.
People who say that they have a child and want their child to be a soldier.
Lin Yuan leaned on the chair, letting the tears fall from the corner of his eyes.
When the sun rises tomorrow, he will still be the Nan Bodhisattva with a smile on his face and full chest.
Anyone can fall, he can't.
