"In the end, did he die?" Zuo Hou asked.
"Him." Mo Qianji adjusted his breathing, "Are you talking about the great life or the high priest?"
"Can you tell me everything?"
"They're not dead. But it's not that easy to go back to the Northern Territory."
"I know." Zuo Hou breathed a sigh of relief first, and then nodded as if he was resigned to his fate.
"Now it's time to fulfill your promise." Mo Qianji took a step forward, feeling a bit like forcing Zuo Hou to confess.
"Of course." Zuo Hou looked around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping - at least no one was eavesdropping openly.
"King Youxian is not as simple as you think." Zuo Hou said with a smile, "Even if he loses at your hands, there is a reason for him to lose."
Kuang Jijiu and others tasted Zuo Hou's meaning, and Mo Qianji shouted directly: "It's the same as what you said!"
"The walls have ears." Zuo Hou opened his arms, as if he was ready to be slaughtered.
"You go." After a long time, Mo Qianji issued an ultimatum to Zuo Hou.
"You won't catch me?" Zuo Hou felt strange, "For you, shouldn't I be a bargaining chip?"
Mo Qianji spoke slowly: "Zuo Hou, you misunderstood. We have no intention of treating you as a bargaining chip, but we sincerely hope that you can leave here and start your life again. After all, you were once the Zuo Hou of the Northern Territory. No matter how lucky you are, no matter how good the two wise kings are, you no longer have a manager in the Northern Territory. We cannot bear to see the Northern Territory struggling in the dilemma of being leaderless."
Zuo Hou was silent for a while and said sadly: "I hope you have such good intentions, but if I leave, won't anyone on your side be unhappy?"
Mo Qianji smiled, waved his hand and said: "Zuohou, you are too self-effacing. As far as I know: Youhou committed suicide! And your King Youxian and your great destiny are still in our hands for the time being. And yours Talent should not be restricted here. As long as you are willing, you can stay away from disputes and live a peaceful life in the Northern Territory."
Zuo Hou hesitated for a moment and lowered his eyes: "What you said makes sense, let me think about it."
Mo Qianji nodded, turned and left. Behind him, Zuo Hou stood alone on the empty ground, his heart filled with confusion. He devoted his whole life to the construction of the Northern Territory. In his early years, he fought on the battlefield and made great achievements. In his later years, he concentrated on governing the Northern Territory. But he didn't expect that at the last moment when he was captured by the enemy, he would be released by the enemy to continue sweating for the Northern Territory.
After much thought, Zuo Hou finally made a decision. He understood that the Northern Territory, which had experienced a great price, could not live without a leader with sufficient qualifications. Perhaps, he really should put aside everything he blindly pursues, for himself and for the sake of the riddled Northern Territory, to find the peaceful life he has been looking forward to and has to accept.
Zuo Hou took a deep breath and looked to the north, with a firm light shining in his eyes. He knows that there is still a long way to go, and he will start a new life.
Mo Qianji walked to King Youxian again. He knew that Zuo Hou's inner struggle must be fierce. But he believed that Zuohou would eventually make the right choice. As for him, he would be relieved as long as those herdsmen from the Northern Territory whose fathers and sons died were not allowed to come to the Eastern Territory to cause riots.
On this day, Zuo Hou silently bid farewell to Mo Qianji, took the men in the northwest corner, completely withdrew from the Eastern Region, and embarked on the journey home. Before leaving, he found Mo Qianji and others.
"I swear to heaven in the name of the Zuohou of the Northern Territory. From tomorrow on, I will not lead troops even half a step into the Eastern Territory. If I violate this oath, I will be struck by lightning from the sky, and my descendants will be slaves forever, and they will not be able to stand up for generations to come. !”
Another oath, an oath made to heaven. Only this time, neither party felt aggrieved, but instead both smiled with relief.
postscript:
Many years later, Zuo Hou passed away. The Northern Territory, with Zuo Hou's last wish and the joint efforts of the herdsmen, gradually returned to its former strength through recuperation. And he had the ability to once again confront the Eastern Region, which had redefined Kyushu at that time. Although Zuo Hou's name is no longer mentioned, his lifelong contribution to the Northern Territory and his courage to retreat from the rapids will forever be engraved in the long river of history, inspiring generation after generation to sacrifice everything for the Northern Territory. .
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Two days later, Huaigu.
"Where did it come from?" Lao Ma Pao drank his wine while looking at the visitor limitedly.
After the war to protect the North, Lao Ma Pao calmed down after holding it for many days and returned to his previous state.
"I didn't expect there was something you didn't know!" The visitor was surprised and drank a glass of wine for himself under the angry gaze of Lao Ma Pao.
"Too lazy to check!" Seeing the visitor's attitude of not treating him as a guest, Lao Ma Pao got angry.
"Hey! You have such a bad temper!" The visitor finished his talk and was about to have another drink, but was walked away by the quick-sighted old Ma Pao.
"Master, won't you give us something to drink when our guests come?" Compared to the stinky old Ma Pao, the visitor was very leisurely.
"No, get out!" Lao Ma Pao didn't give him a good look.
"Tsk!" The visitor shook his head, "Don't think I don't know there are quite a few in your cellar."
"Old wood! You poured yourself a toast, but don't force me to give you a fine drink!" Old Ma Pao threatened.
Lao Mumu couldn't stop laughing. It felt a little bad to come to someone else's place and drink like crazy without talking about anything.
"Can you tell me what happened behind the high priest?" Old Wood said while rubbing his palms.
"Didn't Mo Qianji tell you?" Lao Ma Pao poured himself a glass.
"He didn't tell me everything. Then I kept asking them on the way to the academy, but he didn't tell me." Lao Mumu spread his hands, expressing that he had no idea.
"Where is he talking about?" Lao Ma Pao took a look at the chessboard and felt that the situation was not bad, and it would be okay to have a few words with this talkative man.
"The high priest has arrived, I won't tell you what happens next!" Lao Mumu looked innocent.
"Poof!" Lao Ma Pao spat out a mouthful of good wine. Before the saliva splashed on Lao Mu's face, he used the power of Taichu to transfer the wine to the roots of the locust tree. He put on a pose that he would rather water the flowers than let Lao Mu steal. Drink's attitude forcefully exposed Lao Mu's lies.
"You're a liar! It's a pity that I'm not."
"Okay, okay." Seeing that he couldn't hide it from Old Ma Pao, Lao Mu admitted. Mainly because he wanted to find out some secrets from Lao Ma Pao, but it seemed impossible.
"Mo Qianji and the others transferred the high priest away." Old Ma Pao shook his head when talking about this matter, as if he was personally involved in it.
"Have you moved it?" Lao Mu asked.
"Hard to say!"
"I'll go!" Lao Mumu held his head, he didn't want to hear such a response.
