Cui Anhua vigorously raised his sword and slashed at the enemy. At this time, he had suffered many injuries and was in severe pain. He didn't know whether it was blood or sweat flowing down his forehead, which blurred his eyes and made his vision blurry. Not knowing whether the person in front of him was an enemy or a friend, he only held on with one breath and mechanically waved the long knife in his hand.
Suddenly, his chest felt cold, and he was stunned for a moment. The next moment, the world was spinning, and he fell straight off the horse... He knew that he was going to die, on this battlefield.
As a military general, death on the battlefield is considered a worthy death. However, Cui Anhua refused to swallow that breath. His eyes were wide open and never closed.
At the last moment of his life, what he thought about was not whether the war was victory or defeat, nor his mother, wife and children at home, but the beautiful figure with regret in his heart...
At the end of his life, he finally knew what his biggest regret in life was - missing the woman he loved most back then. He regretted not insisting on marrying her back then.
If there is a next life, I will never miss her again. I will stay with her no matter what, and I will never leave any regrets! Cui Anhua had one last thought in his mind and finally took his last breath.
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"Huhu..." Cui Anhua suddenly got up from the bed and patted his chest to calm his heartbeat. Isn't he already dead? Why is there still a heartbeat now?
When he realized this, his pupils dilated instantly. He quickly stood up and lit a candle. He found that everything in front of him was so familiar. Isn't this his residence in Liangzhou City?
How is this going? Cui Anhua was extremely surprised. He looked around and touched his whole body. There were no wounds on his body... What on earth is going on?
Perhaps Cui Anhua's movement was too loud. The guards who were watching at night heard it and hurriedly came in to check. When they saw Cui Anhua getting up, they hurriedly asked why.
"It was just a nightmare, don't worry." Cui Anhua made a random excuse. He suddenly remembered something and asked the guard, "I'm a little confused. What month and day is today?"
The guard ignored him and answered him respectfully.
After Cui Anhua heard this, he let the guards go down in confusion. He put on his clothes and walked to the table in front of his bed. There were some newspapers on the table. The newspapers contained the decrees, edicts and various important events issued by the emperor. And of course the date.
After Cui Anhua saw these newspapers, he completely believed that he had really returned to three years ago and had not come back as a ghost, so he was a living person now.
It's a living person... When Cui Anhua thought this, he became excited, and the blood in his body felt like it was boiling. He couldn't help but cover his eyes and started to cry.
Sure enough, God was still kind to him. For the sake of his unwillingness to die in peace in his previous life, he was given this luck to go back to three years ago, giving him a chance to make up for his biggest regret, so that he would no longer miss the woman he loved most. …
Cui Anhua's mind at this time was completely filled with the beloved woman he missed when he was young, and his thoughts were all about the crystal clear tears on her face when he had to separate from her.
"Wenyue, I will never miss you again in this life!" Cui Anhua said silently, and at the same time made up his mind.
A month later, Cui Anhua, as a guerrilla general, would return to Beijing to report on his duties.
He was so anxious that he rushed back to the capital overnight with his men. He couldn't even wait another day. In fact, if the general was not allowed to leave the place where he was stationed without an order, he would have been eager to rush back to the capital the day he was reborn.
After traveling for several days and nights, Cui Anhua finally returned to the capital city covered with travel. He rushed back to his hometown to change clothes. He didn't have time to see his mother, wife and children, and he didn't stay at home to rest, so he hurried back. I went to a certain house in a certain alley and looked steadily at that house.
He wanted to see his beloved woman right away, but he was timid in his hometown. The home of his beloved was in front of him, but he didn't dare to knock on the door and enter.
His beloved woman had been living alone here as a widow many years ago, but he had deliberately avoided her for various reasons and did not dare to contact her.
But it was only after he died once that he truly understood who he loved most, and he no longer cared about the secular ethics. He just wanted to stay with his beloved and no longer be bound by secular vision.
Cui Anhua stayed in front of Jiang Wenyue's door for a long time, and finally knocked on the door. After waiting for a while, a servant came to open the door: "Who are you looking for, sir?"
The servant asked in surprise when he saw Cui Anhua's clothes.
"Is this the Jiang Mansion? Is your mistress at home?" Cui Anhua asked nervously. He had not seen Wenyue for a long time, and he was looking forward to and nervous about this meeting.
"This is indeed the Jiang Mansion, but my master lives here as a widow and it is inconvenient to see my husband." Although the servant was respectful, he still said his refusal.
"You! Your master and I are old acquaintances. What's wrong with coming to visit openly? Go and tell your master yourself, and she will meet me naturally." Cui Anhua said with confidence, "My surname is Cui Anhua, and I am Zheng. General Xi."
The servant looked Cui Anhua up and down in surprise. He knew that no one dared to pretend to be an official of the imperial court, so what this man said must be true. He was indeed General Zhengxi.
"General, please wait a moment." The servant said, then closed the door and went in to report to the master.
After a while, someone came out and led him in: "General, please come in with me, my master is kind."
When Cui Anhua heard this, his heart skipped a few beats. He started to get excited before he saw anyone. His steps were light and graceful when he walked in, as if he was walking on the clouds.
The servant took him into a room, and he saw at a glance a slim figure with her back to him.
"Wenyue? Is it really you?" Cui Anhua suddenly clenched his hands into fists and held his breath nervously, asking softly as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
The slim figure slowly turned around, and a beautiful face was revealed. The beauty's eyes were red and full of tears, and she looked at Cui Anhua without hesitation.
"Wen Yue!" Cui Anhua saw the face of his beloved woman that seemed to have been forgotten by the years. His nose was sore and his eyes were red. He immediately rushed forward and hugged her fiercely, "I finally See you!"
Jiang Wenyue buried her face in the man's arms and cried silently, her hot tears soaking into the man's clothes, as if she wanted to express endless grievances to him.
Cui Anhua was burned by her tears, and he felt infinite pity and distress for her in his heart: "I'm sorry for making you suffer for so many years..."
