Three hundred years ago, General Jing Shuang, who was just a soldier, was passing through the countryside and accidentally met the young King of Wei who was chased by a wolf into a desperate situation.
"'Save me!' King Wei said, 'I can give you everything you want!'" Lan Zhiqing pointed at the two figures on the huge painting and said vividly, "General Jing Shuang looked around. She looked around and saw that the wolves were surrounding King Wei with bared teeth, all of them with fierce eyes and fierce expressions. She hesitated for a while, and finally chose to pull out her long knife and confront the wolves."
Lan Zhiqing's fingers wandered to another area of the painting, where there were no more wolves, only two little people in torn clothes, supporting each other.
"'Thank you for being willing to save me.' The young King Wei was very grateful. He took out his money and gave it to General Jing Shuang, saying, 'You can ask me for anything! As long as you can say it, I can give it to you. Its realization.'
"Young General Ben Lei shook his head and said: 'You are a poor person in danger and cannot protect yourself. How can I ask for anything from you? Why don't you let me send you to your residence? After you settle down, Let’s talk about compensation.'"
"One night after another, the two of them traveled day and night, crossing the Yuxi River, crossing the Qinshui River, climbing over the snow-capped White Stone Valley, and wading through the icy Yechuan River. They finally arrived at the capital of Wei. The King of Wei was very happy. Thanking General Ben Lei for his help along the way, he showed his identity. He thought that the general had such martial arts skills, but could only be an ordinary soldier. It was really a loss of talent, so he wanted to keep the general to assist him.
"But the general declined King Wei's suggestion. She said: 'Thank you for your kindness, but I am a soldier of Jin Mou, and I will only be loyal to Jin Mou in this life.' After saying that, she did not ask for any money, as long as she left the line of King Wei. The black flag on the palm of my hand serves as a certificate of good relations between Jin'ou and Wei."
Han Ling took the towel off Zheng Yu's head and stretched out his hand to explore - Zixunlou's medical conditions were good enough, and Zheng Yu's most important wounds had almost recovered. He smiled, rubbed his aching temples, and asked, "Why are you suddenly telling this ancient story?"
Zheng Yu closed her eyes, with a thin face, and the movement of the bones was clearly visible: "This story was told to me by my mother before going to bed when I was very young." She seemed to be in better spirits and joked , "When I was a child, I heard many stories about being loyal to the emperor and serving the country. When I grow up, I understand how difficult it is to do this."
Zheng Yu coughed without warning as if he was choking. Han Ling quickly stood up and extinguished a few wormwood sticks on the side. It's still very hot in June, mosquitoes breed, and it's also very hot in Zixun Tower.
"In about a month, we will be able to leave." Han Ling's voice also seemed a little muffled in the heat, "Meichuan is in the ancient Jin'ou City, and there are many shops selling Jin'ou storybooks there."
Zheng Yu laughed: "Okay. Over the years, I have forgotten many stories."
"This summer is so long."
General. King of Wei. Rescue. Agreement. Feelings of family and country. Flag of the King of Wei.
A faint voice sounded from Xiao Mei's ear, with a sighing tone:
"That's not the case, no. Have you forgotten?"
not like this?
"Have you forgotten what kind of emotions are contained in King Wei's banner? Can't you feel it?"
Wei Wang Banner?
Xiao Mei opened her eyes in the darkness - she was lying on the hard rock of the island, and her eyes were wrapped with black threads. She wanted to raise her hands to tear off the threads, but she couldn't move at all. There was a sticky and tight feeling all over her body, as if she was tied up in layers and couldn't get out.
A vague figure walked in front of her. It was dark and twisted, but it made her feel familiar——
"——Xiao Mei."
A call echoed in the dark space, and the waves of the sea of consciousness impacted her spirit layer by layer, and the rocks under her body shattered.
"Can't you feel it?"
Her eyes widened and she saw it.
A man in gold armor and a silver sword had his back to her, holding a jet black flag in one hand and a knife in the other. She was half-kneeling on the top of a desolate mountain. Her golden armor was old and damaged, and her long gray hair fell down from under her peony helmet, like a piece of burnt soot.
"Your Majesty..." - Xiao Mei heard her voice, which was as old and dilapidated as the armor - "I don't have time to say goodbye to you today. In the future, I wish your Majesty to be forever strong and prosperous..."
There was a fishy wind in front of him, and crimson blood splashed out from the sword and scattered on the earth and rocks in the mountain. The old woman let go of her hand, and the long knife fell to the ground with a clang. Xiao Mei saw her raising her hand, and the blood-stained flag of King Wei in her hand fluttered in the wind. The bright silver flag tip hung at the woman's wrist. After shaking a few times, it smashed into the earth and rocks, motionless.
"Did you see it? You can feel it." The faint voice of King Wei's banner was like blood gurgling between the earth and rocks. "The last emotion carried by King Wei's banner is hatred, the desolate hatred of Jing Shuang who has no branches to rely on." meaning."
"The talk of being loyal to the emperor and serving the country, and the righteousness of the family and country are all nonsense. Jing Shuang was forced to die."
There was a burst of sand and rocks flying in front of Xiao Mei's eyes, and the scene on the top of the mountain changed rapidly. She felt herself falling, a sensation that made her shudder.
Suddenly, the dizziness of falling disappeared. Xiao Mei's feet touched the ground at the bottom of the valley, and two people and a horse appeared in front of him, walking carefully out of the mountain stream.
"Your Majesty." The man on the horse held the saddle and patted the woman on the horse, who was covered in blood and wrapped in a blanket. "The pursuers are coming. Your Majesty will leave first, and I will come to stop the rear. If I can't return to the palace today, , May your Majesty return to the imperial city, clean up the mountains and rivers, and return Jin Ou to a peaceful and prosperous age."
Wei Wangfan sneered, as if he had had enough of this affectionate plot.
"Look, everyone knows that Jing Shuang once saved King Wei Cheng, but they don't know that she also risked her life to protect Emperor Kangwen." The scene in front of him gradually collapsed, and only the sound of King Wei's banner was left in his ears, like a piece of Extremely cold spar, "Jingshuang was the chief contributor to Emperor Kangwen's ascension to the throne. After Kangwen succeeded to the throne, he ignored the peace between the two countries that Jingshuang had worked hard to achieve, and only thought about expanding the territory. Jingshuang valued love and righteousness. , unwilling to attack Wei who abided by the peace contract, she could not disobey orders. In the dilemma, she could only choose to kill herself in exchange for Emperor Kangwen changing his mind. "
"How pitiful. Loyalty and justice cannot be reconciled, but the person who drove her to death was the person she once risked her life to protect."
All the threads in front of Xiao Mei disappeared. There was a huge wooden pole stuck on the island in front of him, and the black flag of King Wei hung on it, making a sound in the fierce sea wind. The pure white word "Wei" embroidered on the flag has been dyed a burnt ocher red, and the silver spar flag tip under the flag is still stained with blood, like a solidified turbid tear in the sea breeze.
"I am Jing Shuang's resentment." A pair of hands put on Xiao Mei's shoulders. The armor on his arms was rusty and badly worn. "I am Jing Shuang's hatred. I am the last emotion she left behind."
Those hands were warm and hard: "You promised me that you would save me. In return, I will not lie to you."
Countless fragments of memories are like heat flowing through those hands. Pour it into Xiao Mei's body bit by bit. Her eyes became sour, and the image of the sea of consciousness gradually calmed down, but something turbulent was sent into her body with the heat.
The time gone by and the broken memories are pieced together bit by bit and reappeared bit by bit. Xiao Mei's sea of consciousness slowly lit up, and she knew that she was about to truly wake up.
He woke up again, completed Li Fenglong's instructions, and delivered the banner of King Wei. Once again...meet Xu Zhuchen.
Xu Zhuchen, Xu Zhuchen...
Wei Wangfan had already taken away her arm, and her figure was no longer visible in the sea of consciousness. What remained in Xiao Mei's ears was a sigh:
"She's lying to you..."
