At night, heavy rain fell from the window, washing away the annoying heat. The room was warmly lit. Hongti was sewing a dress with a needle and thread. The dress was supposed to be a scholar's robe, but because of Ning Yi's insistence, it was changed to a "handsome chivalrous suit" designed by Ning Yi himself. The reason was that Hongti was a heroine, and it was better for her to sew a chivalrous suit after she got married.
As for Hongti herself, she didn't think that heroines were any different from ordinary people. In her eyes, perhaps Ning Yi was more like a scholar than a bloodthirsty butcher. The two of them were newlyweds, so they moved out to live in other houses. This was what Liang Bingfu insisted. After they got married, they should have some space to interact with each other. After all, some people living in the courtyard were too much of an eyesore. The old man even said that he was an eyesore. Sometimes, when they accompanied the old man for dinner, the old man would ask them to go back to eat. Liang Bingfu thought that as the master of the village, she should have this privilege.
Because of this reason, the two of them moved to a relatively quiet old house on a small platform on the hillside. They could overlook the entire Green Wood Village from the outside, but not many people could see their life. Once it was evening, this place became a small world for the two of them.
Half of the time, they accompanied Liang Bingfu for dinner and came back, and the other half of the time, they made a fire to cook. Ning Yi was a person who never got tired of eating fine food, while Hongti ate rather crudely. Because of this, Ning Yi often cooked for dinner and personally cooked two side dishes, while Hongti was responsible for cooking, making a fire, washing dishes, and so on. Although she took care of most of the housework, Hongti still felt that it was incompetent of her to let Ning Yi cook. However, after living in the mountains for so many years, even if she wanted to learn, she couldn't become a chef.
It might not be appropriate to say that they treated each other with respect, because Ning Yi's behavior was often a little presumptuous and out of line, but in life, they were always together. The newlyweds felt satisfied and happy in such a life. Compared to the Su Family, which was a famous family in the textile industry, Hongti's needlework was not very good. However, making a pair of soles for her man and making clothes for him was also a source of satisfaction and happiness for women in the mountains.
After dinner, the two of them took a walk nearby or went into the village to greet the people they knew. When the candles were lit up at night, Hongti was sewing under the light. Occasionally, she would look at the man who was reading or writing beside her. Sometimes, she would chat with him and gather together to talk about the wishes they had in the past and talk about the future. Sometimes, they would do things that were out of line, things that should only be done between husband and wife.
Ning Yi was a man with an extremely wanton and wild personality. Although he hid it under the surface of gentleness and indifference — that was only because he had experienced many things again and was indifferent to many things — he did not need to treat the people around him like this. Sometimes, he would bring up some outrageous or even slightly perverted ideas. Hongti had a gentle personality, but in the end, she could not help but be bullied by him in silence and resignation.
In fact, in her heart, she did not reject Ning Yi's excessive demands on her. She just felt shy, bashful, and especially bashful. When Ning Yi told her that "everyone else is like this," she could only think that all the rich families in the city were like this, and then she felt embarrassed. But no matter what, there was no one around, and blushing in front of her man was probably something that a wife would naturally experience.
Sometimes, even the summer heat would fade away in the warm light and whispers at night. This kind of thing would often happen every day or two when she massaged Ning Yi's acupoints. Now that the two of them were already husband and wife, the massage to alleviate the damage caused by breaking the Six Realms was often not as simple as it seemed. Sometimes, when Ning Yi had some reaction or some desire, she could only bear the "bitter fruit" of being bullied with a burning face.
Sometimes, when it was late at night, when Hongti filled the bathtub with water and let Ning Yi take a bath, Ning Yi often refused to let her go, and she could only undress in the room. Ning Yi untied the string of her dudou, and she would stack her clothes, dudou, and underwear beside him. Then, under Ning Yi's gaze, she would walk over and enter the water.
After spending some time together, because Ning Yi often saw her as a heroine, she would occasionally say in a low voice, "You only know how to bully heroines …" and then blushed slightly. But this kind of blushing only happened when Ning Yi looked at her. When the two of them were close together and their skin touched, she no longer felt shy, but only felt that it was the duty of a husband and wife.
In the hot summer, when it was sometimes rainy and sometimes sunny, the people living and living in the village, the village that was quietly changing shape, and the mountain roads that were gradually becoming clearer … For the two of them, they actually had an understanding in their hearts long ago: Ning Yi would return to Bianliang sooner or later, and Hongti still had to guard her village. In the future, the two of them would probably be apart more than together. Because of this, Hongti cherished making clothes for him, put in the soles, and made shoes for him. Hongti was able to accept Ning Yi's various requests with shyness but did not resist. She accepted the excessive and embarrassing interactions with him, and there should be a part of the reason behind this.
Sometimes, when Ning Yi thought about these things in his dreams, he would feel that he had let Hongti down. If it was possible, sometimes he even wanted to stay here forever, stay in this war-torn village, and accompany this woman who had gone through countless hardships but was still strong and docile. Looking back, he also had the same thoughts about everyone around him. If it was not for his wife, Su Tan'er, he might have stayed in his place with Yunzhu. If it was only Su Tan'er, he might have accompanied her to take care of the family. If he had met Liu Guihua earlier, he might have accompanied her to take care of the Tyrant's Blade Camp, or he might have roamed the world and taken revenge. And if Hongti had taken him back to the Green Wood Village earlier, he might have settled down here. And among them, there were also Chan'er, Jin'er … and so on.
Of course, based on this expectation, he could also meet other women who could move his heart. Men always seemed to be fickle. If he was in the future, he had to make a choice and then feel the regret and happiness after making the choice. Of course, it was also possible that under the expansion of money and power, he would only enjoy the satisfaction of sex and no longer be reluctant to leave love. And in such an era, although he could get along with them openly, he could only feel the guilt after every debt he owed them.
As long as it was in the world, there was no such thing as absolute perfection. Under such circumstances, whether he was greedy or fickle, this was the only direction he could go. During this period, the affairs of the Wu dynasty, the affairs of the Jin Kingdom, the affairs of Genghis Khan far away in Mongolia, the affairs of the small Lyliang Mountain, the affairs of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the affairs of this half of the world were all mixed together. Even he himself could not see what the future would bring.
The end of June passed. At the beginning of July, the leader of Liao's remnant troops, Ma Jun, who had realized the strength of the Green Wood Village, sent an envoy to the Green Wood Village and submitted to them. Then, under Ning Yi's control, the preparations for "beating the big rooster" were getting more and more complete with the addition of elm cannons and mines. Although it would take some time, the results of the future would only become more and more clear.
On a rainy night in early July, Hong Ti, who was held in Ning Yi's arms and wearing only a dudou, opened her eyes from her sleep and heard the noise coming from the courtyard in the distance. The two of them put on their clothes and flew out. When they arrived at Liang Bingfu's courtyard, the old man had already fallen into a state of suspended animation. He seemed to want to get up to drink water in his sleep, but a mouthful of phlegm was stuck in his throat. After coughing twice, it alarmed Little Black, who was guarding outside.
Hong Ti massaged the old man's chest and then took two pictures. Only then did the unconscious old man spit out the phlegm from his throat. In the past few days, this was not the first time the old man had appeared so weak. Sometimes, when he swallowed porridge, he would choke on the thin porridge. After this, the old man's body could only move for four hours a day. Sometimes, he could walk around with the support of a cane. Sometimes, he would lie on a chair and fall into a deep sleep. When he woke up, it was already dusk of the next day.
Liang Bingfu still firmly rejected Hong Ti's idea of coming over to take care of him. When he was conscious, he was cheerful about everything. He watched the development of the village and the running of the children. Sometimes, he would even give the children who were chasing him some mischievous ideas. He no longer had the dignity and arrogance that he had struggled to maintain in the past, nor did he have the heavy burden of responsibility.
He once again mentioned his desire to go to the old village to take a look.
Due to Hong Ti's narration, Ning Yi actually knew that Liang Bingfu had not stayed in the old village for long. One day, when they were enjoying the shade under the eaves, Ning Yi took the opportunity to ask, "Is the old man very familiar with Sister Duanyun?"
After hearing this, the old man thought for a while. No one knew what he was thinking. Then, he shook his head and said with a smile, "Not really."
After a few days, with Hongti's approval, they finally drove the best carriage they had and headed towards the old village. In the morning, the old man was very energetic. He wore a brand new and neat scholar's robe. However, he could only be energetic for a while. He chatted with Ning Yi for a while in the carriage and then fell asleep. Hong Ti stayed by his side and helped the old man regulate the circulation of his qi and blood. Occasionally, the old man would fall asleep, but occasionally he would wake up due to the bumpy road. That afternoon, they finally returned to the old village that was the original home of the Green Wood Village.
The buildings here had all begun to be renovated. Some houses had already been built and people were living in them. Rows of fences and defensive installations had also been built. Fu Duanyun was still living here. Although she could occasionally greet some people, she was not well yet. Her body was dirty, the house stank, and the tone of her conversation with others was extremely bitter.
When the carriage passed by, they saw Fu Duanyun greeting her former neighbor. She seemed to be talking normally. The old man had already woken up. He looked at everything calmly and then let the carriage pass by. At this time, Ning Yi knew that he really was not familiar with Fu Duanyun.
"I've been in Lu Liang Mountain for so many years. What haven't I seen? Duanyun is indeed pitiful, but … no one is living well …"
After so many years in Lu Liang Mountain, the old man had seen many things like Fu Duanyun's life or tragedies that moved Ning Yi. It was difficult for him to be moved …
He only got off the carriage at the house he used to live in. The house had already collapsed and had not been rebuilt. Even if it was in good condition, it was just two simple mud houses. He walked in with his walking stick and waved away Hong Ti's support. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he walked shakily to a pile of soil and sat down with his walking stick.
"Liheng, Hong Ti, go out for a walk. I want to sit here for a while. "The old man waved his hand and looked to the side." Hong Ti, show Liheng around your house … "
Hong Ti and Ning Yi still went out. Little Black was left to guard them, but they did not go too far. They sat down at a place not far away from the old man's sight. As soon as they sat down, Hong Ti grabbed Ning Yi's clothes with both hands and leaned her head on his chest. She cried silently. Ning Yi stroked her hair.
"If I didn't come … he might have held on for a little longer …"
As martial arts grandmasters, Hong Ti, Lin E Chan, and Zhou Dong knew the human body like the back of their hands. The old man had racked his brains for more than ten years. He was not a smart person, but he had shouldered the responsibility with his life. All these years, Hong Ti could take care of his health, but she could not take care of a person who was at the end of his life.
He was not trapped by an accident in his body. He had just reached the end of his life.
Of course, as Ning Yi had said, if he had not arrived at this time, Liang Bingfu might have been able to hold on for a few months, or even half a year, or even a year. However, after Ning Yi arrived, the old man finally let go of the matter in his heart. He had lived the most peaceful and fulfilling period of his life, and he would also live a fulfilling life.
The setting sun gradually began to glow with a fiery color. There was no warning sound from Little Black. When Ning Yi and Hong Ti returned, the old man was lying on a chair in the ruins. He seemed to be asleep, but he also seemed to be reminiscing about something. However, when he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes again and woke up. He smiled at the two of them and lay there. He held their hands and overlapped them.
He recalled the days of the past and said a few words about the past.
"… Actually, I'm not that close to your master … I'm just a foreign scholar. Your master … she respects me very much, but we're not that close. Now that I think about it, other than official matters, we don't talk much about personal matters …"
"… But I feel that she trusts me very much. I think that my feeling is right … Sometimes she comes over and cares about my life. Hong Ti, do you know that although the people in the village are hungry, when your master is here, I have never been hungry …"
"… She doesn't come that often, for personal matters and official matters … I live in the room, and the door is over there … She comes over from the door. Sometimes, she will sit down and drink some water, and sometimes she will leave in a hurry. I … I want to talk to her more … "
"… My aptitude is very poor … Studying, taking the county examination, wanting to be an official … I've done nothing. Hong Ti, your master … your master entrusted such a heavy responsibility to me. She … could it be that she trusted the wrong person? She … she died in a daze … "
"… Ah … You two must live well, live well … live well. Seeing the two of you together, I … I'm so happy …"
The old man's words were intermittent. Sometimes, he closed his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep, and then he opened them again. At first, he looked at the sunset, but gradually, his eyes became blank, and he didn't know where he was looking. After telling the two of them to live well, the old man was quiet for a long time in a daze. Suddenly, he struggled, as if he wanted to sit up, and then lie down again.
"Ah, did you see that …" he said in a low voice, looking into the distance, as if he was looking back to the end of his memory and time. "That day … we, we met the horse bandits, I was about to die … But, she came out just like that, she held a sword, ah, ah … she … was so beautiful … I … I … always …"
The old man's voice stopped here. The sunset was like the tide in the sky. At this moment, his life had left his body forever.
Hong Ti's cries could be heard.
Sometimes in our lives, we will meet someone. She is like that. She appears like a bolt of lightning and changes our lives.
Not far away from this day, another day in July, in the north, in a hall lit by candles, another old man was also talking to a group of people by his bedside.
Since he fell off the horse two months ago, this old man's body had reached its end.
Before the Jin Dynasty, the Jurchen tribe was just a weak and loose tribe in the bitter cold northeast. They struggled to survive in the white mountains and black rivers, and lived like slaves under the oppression of the Liao people. In the second year of the Liao's reign, Emperor Tianzuo summoned the Jurchen tribal chiefs to the court and ordered them to dance for fun. Only the Jurchen tribal chief named Wanyan Aguda refused. Two years later, Wanyan Aguda rose up with two thousand five hundred Jurchen soldiers. After the battle in Ningjiang Prefecture, the number increased to three thousand seven hundred. Afterwards, at Chuhedian, these three thousand seven hundred Jurchen soldiers fought against a hundred thousand Liao soldiers and won. The legend of the invincible Jurchen army began, and the prelude to the destruction of the Liao Kingdom began.
He fought for his entire life, and when a tribe was weak and enslaved, he supported the prosperity of the whole tribe with his great willpower and strength. For the Jurchen tribe, he was a well-deserved hero. For the entire era, he was also the brightest star, the proud son of heaven of the generation!
His path came to an end here, and by his side were his proud sons and clansmen: Wanyan Zonggan, Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Zongbi, Wanyan Zongyao, Wanyan Zongjun … Wanyan Jaja's mother, Wanyan Loushi, Wanyan Xiyin, Wanyan Wolu, Yin Shuke, Ci Buli, Ba Lisu … They were by this hero's side, accepting the test and inheriting the fire seed. They were the brightest stars and assistants of the Wanyan clan in this era.
After leading them out of the world of ice and snow, the Wolf King, who had dominated the world, was about to fall asleep. However, wherever these people were, there was still smoke and essence, like a tiger that could devour ten thousand li!
In the solemn atmosphere of the entire hall, the old man on the bed said a lot to the people by his bedside. Even at such a time, his thoughts were still clear, but he would occasionally fall into silence and fall into a short sleep. The night was dark to the extreme, and people could hear the roaring of the flames outside the hall. At a certain moment, the old man opened his eyes again. He gazed upwards, quietly thinking about something. In the terrifying silence, the sons and ministers near the bed approached, hearing a low, weak, yet simple voice.
"… The war against Liao is over, and we can take over the Wu dynasty …"
In the darkness of the night, this was the simplest of the many things he told them. The people by his bedside nodded and listened to him talk about other things.
In the early morning of that day, Wanyan Aguda passed away. His fourth brother, Wanyan Wuqimai, succeeded to the throne and became the second emperor of the Jin Kingdom.
The wind blew for ten thousand li.
After learning that Wanyan Aguda had finally died, everyone in the imperial court of the Wu dynasty celebrated in private. The most formidable opponent in their eyes had finally left this world.
Two months later, golden leaves danced in the late autumn of Lu Liang. Early in the morning, in the old village, Fu Duanyun woke up from her sleep and looked at the house she was in.
She walked out of the door and walked back and forth in the newly built village as usual. Some people greeted her as usual, and she smiled and nodded in response.
She tidied up the room, washed her clothes, and bathed herself. Over the years, other than the most tragic memories, she had once again become clean. In the afternoon, seeing her appearance, the villagers realized that something was wrong and decided to ride to the Green Wood Stronghold to inform Hong Ti. That evening, before Hongti arrived, the villagers saw her hugging her knees, as usual, sitting on the dirt slope at the entrance of the village. Her eyes were wide open, watching the yellow leaves falling, watching the people returning from the distant mountains, and occasionally there was a smile on her face.
At some point, she seemed to see something, and an indescribable smile appeared on her face. She stood up and took two steps forward. She stretched out her hand in the direction of the falling yellow leaves.
She fell on the slope and never opened her eyes again.
…
"Youcheng, granny … I'm back …"
…
The heavenly wind rolled up the beautiful spring sunshine, the summer thunderstorms, the autumn yellow leaves, and the winter ice and snow, rolling in and out.
An old era was about to pass. Before the arrival of a new era, people had to go through countless wars and conflicts, endless sorrow and desolation.
Because heaven and earth were like a furnace.
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