Nalan absolutely couldn't believe that the unkempt, ragged, unshaven man sitting in front of him was actually his Anda - Bug.
There were only two of them in the big tent, sitting on both sides of the table, saying nothing. They didn't know what to say.
Nalan lit a candle and said with a wry smile: "It's really embarrassing to be caught by two attendants..."
Bug looked at him coldly, looking at Nalan, the Ange of the Angiva Empire, who was wearing a red aristocratic costume, a Tork hat on his head, and Lingyun boots. His mood was extremely complicated.
Nalan let out a long sigh: "It was my fault that the great elders made such mistakes, but it was definitely not my intention. Ever since you threw a cup at the conference to scare them, you have often incited me to turn against you and turn against you."
Bugba looked at him and asked tentatively: "I have killed so many of your tribe, don't you hold grudges against me?"
"Of course I hate you!" Nalan shouted loudly: "I hate that you don't trust me, Anda, I hate that you still can't forget the hatred, and I hate that you torture yourself in disguised form."
Bug smiled contemptuously: "The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. Whatever you say is right, because you are the Ange of the Great Anjiwa Empire."
"Without you, it would be like a flock of sheep without the leader. It would be impossible for me to sit in this position. The misunderstanding has been resolved. As compensation for you, I will give you all the territory in the western half of the empire. You can stand on your own." For Brother An, aren't you satisfied with this?" Nalan frowned and asked him.
He spread his hands and explained painfully: "Since ancient times, there have been no two masters in the sky, and no two tigers in the mountains. If I become Brother An, how will the grassland people see you?"
"Then what do you want? Do you want to die?" Nalan was anxious, rushed forward and grabbed Bug and asked through gritted teeth.
"That's right. As the loser, I naturally have no right to live on the grassland, and there is no reason to entrust my land!" Buge was extremely determined.
Nalan gritted his teeth and hugged Bug tightly: "My good Anda, why are you so confused? The grassland needs the sun, but also the moon! Even if you do something harmful to nature, we are still Anda. !”
(Nalan: means the sun; Buge: means the moon)
Bug felt his shoulders become wet. It turned out that his clothes were wet with tears. He couldn't help feeling sad: "My wife is gone, my son is gone, my family is gone..."
"But you still have me!" Nalan cried.
Bug pushed him away with all his strength: "You are Brother An, how can you cry like this? How can you behave like this?"
"I, Buge, can take things up and let them go. Since I have lost, I will go to see the Immortal Heaven with dignity. I will never live as a docile lamb. If you still recognize me as Anda, then let me Die like a hero, the hatred between the two families should end the moment my head hits the ground."
Nalan wiped away his tears and sighed helplessly. The candlelight was blown brightly and dimly.
"Do you want to say goodbye to Qingmeng Blue and the others?"
Bug shook his head: "Forget it, saying goodbye to them will only make me more painful. As for Blue, I hope Anda will take good care of him. I'm sorry for him."
"Don't worry, I won't let Blue suffer!" Nalan asked again: "Don't you see Qing Meng too?"
Bug bit his lips, waved his hands and said, "I have a grudge against him for killing my father, so I have no shame to see him. Even so, Qingmeng has a superior intelligence and has the demeanor of Emperor Garopa. If I'm not mistaken, he He will surely become an emperor in the future, and Anda must not fight with him, but must be friendly with him from generation to generation, so as to ensure that my people in Changshengtian are worry-free."
"I have written down what Anda said, and I will definitely follow it!"
Bug walked out of the tent and looked at the turning stars and the missing piece of the moon. He felt relieved.
next day
On the execution ground where Erwin once died, Bug stood there, with no shackles on his hands and feet, and no rope tied to his body, just a man swaying in the cold wind.
The executioner walked up to the execution ground with a big knife in his hand, looked at Nalan and others in the audience and shouted: "The time has come, let's kill him!"
Blue dragged his injured right shoulder and walked up to Bug: "According to the rules of the Anjiwa people, you can make one last request, and I will try my best to help you!"
Bug said with a smile: "Brother, please compose a poem for me. After all, you are one of the best intellectuals. Even if you criticize me and ridicule me, you just don't want the grassland people to forget me."
"Definitely!" Blue held his hand tightly, with tears in her eyes.
Buge called to the old doctor again: "I know your skill in playing the morinouqur very well. If you don't mind, compose a song for me..."
The old doctor stroked his head, just like Buge did when he was a child.
Qing Meng stood looking at him from a distance, and made a deep grassland salute: "May the God of Immortality bless you!"
Bug saw Qingmeng's appearance in the distance and smiled happily. Qingmeng was no longer the arrogant young man who had to take revenge. Yes, he had also grown up.
"Thank you, my good Anda..." Nalan bowed deeply, which was the highest respect Ange of the Anjiwa Empire had for a hero.
Bug looked at the eagle in the sky, flying high in order to survive and pursuing the sun for warmth. This may be his life...
With the swing of the sword, it announced the end of an era, and the Anjiwa people ushered in a new era.
Soon after, Nalan prepared more than a dozen carriages and food to see Qingmeng off in person. Traveling with Qingmeng were: Mu Mingrui, Chen Shei, Zhang Junsheng, Hafner, Henry, Zhao Hongyan, Yao Qiu, and Qingmeng. There are eight people in the dream. Henry and the others want to get a ship from Qingmeng to return to the motherland, while Zhao Hongyan and his party want to get official titles and titles - this is what they wanted from the beginning.
Six-year-old Zhang Junsheng was trained by Qing Meng as his successor, but as he grew older, his problems became more serious - he inherited Qing Meng's arrogance and Ji Dongli's domineering, and inherited from Yu The father's wisdom and mother's courage were used to tease others. Without a tutor to guide him correctly, this child would only become more and more crooked.
With the support of Boyle, Buge, and the old doctor, Nalan successfully carried out the Bigan Ceremony, and worked tirelessly to realize his father's "abolition of hereditary chiefs" and "restore the great territory of the Anjiwa Empire".
Soon after, the old man sat alone on the grassland. Accompanied by his young grandson, he played the morin fiddle. Amidst the ups and downs, desolate and solemn sound of the fiddle, he opened his mouth and sang the poem composed by Blue:
"The sun rises slowly from the sky,
Tear apart the peaceful night;
Listen to the wind-like sound of the piano in the distance,
Silently telling everything about the heroes of the grassland.
The one who rides the horse in the sky,
A boy chasing a streamer;
He is a tragic warrior who dares to resist fate.
He is a noble soul who would rather die to defend his dignity.
May the eternal God bless him!
Bless the people of the grassland;
Kind hearts should not be blinded by hatred;
Spread your wings like an eagle and fly high,
Like a horse galloping across the sky,
Sing like a hero forever.
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