The moonlight in the northwest was far away and desolate. The young general leaned against the building and faced the moon, drinking alone. He held a cold pen and wrote a letter home. He picked up an eagle feather and carefully held a hot candle and melted it into the fold.
The words between the lines tell of peace and smoothness, but only one knows about the hardships. It has long been an open secret that the small tribes on the border are ready to take action, and they are willing to obey and violate the laws. If a nation breaks free from the shackles of civilization, it will be no different from the savage birds and beasts. Every night when they return from victory, , Shen Han seemed to be able to hear the sound of those ants with crude weapons and chaotic arrays killing each other.
He had seen with his own eyes, in the rocky ditches and deep in the jungle, the poor people who had been washed away, pulling and fighting each other for the few remaining rations, performing one scene after another of inhumane tragedies. The fishy smell filled the air. In a small and small space, the brainless people only follow the strong to survive, knowing that sooner or later everyone will be killed by someone else's sword.
Shen Han was still very young at that time. He was so excited by this scene that he rode his horse and rushed to end the barbarian people's absurd life and flew towards the camp. For a long time, he often dreamed about it at midnight. It is difficult to escape from the memories.
His stomach was churning, making him look ugly.
The young general was extremely lucky to be born in Cangwu, a relatively fertile land.
It was not until later that he experienced hundreds of battles, stabilized the country, and became famous in the northwest through mountains of swords and seas of fire. He worked hard to show his pride. He changed. He didn't blink when he saw the killing, and even smiled contemptuously, just because the killing was up to him. Why should the cat cry and the mouse pretend to be compassionate?
But he didn't dare to let Shen Yuan know this.
The memory of his biological sister is not vague. When I was a child, my mother became pregnant every day, and suddenly there was a little person in the house who looked like a ball of dough and could only bab and cry. Shen Han once felt disgusted and couldn't help but cover her ears. But when he was helped by an adult and held the powder ball in his arms, the soft touch made the little child tremble.
These are his siblings, his closest relatives.
He did not expect that the brother and sister had spent more than ten long years in separation and search, and that before they finished writing the words "reunited after a long separation", they would face even more embarrassment.
Mrs. Mo Zhang made it clear that the General's Mansion is a wealthy family, but can General Shen stay in Beijing all year round and accompany Miss Shen in her life? Can he protect her happiness and avoid gossip? And can he... keep the mansion impregnable and allow the weak woman to sleep alone? Worry-free?
Shen Han was speechless and his sword had no eyes. He naturally did not dare to take Shen Yuan away from Beijing and go to the northwest.
Fortunately, they have been separated for many years, and they have long been accustomed to not having each other around. This world does not allow ordinary people to have too many desires. The only thing they can do is to live in peace with the situation. The vast desert in the northwest can raise a high-spirited general, but it is difficult to nurture him. A cold beauty with a fragile body.
The younger sister doesn't want to get married, but she always urges him to find a sister-in-law for herself.
"If you don't get married, I won't be able to start a family in peace. What if I make a mistake and marry a tigress who won't be able to tolerate you?" The general declined jokingly.
There was even more noise, indicating that the moon had reached its zenith. It was not difficult to see the soldiers patrolling the camp. The torches illuminated half of the city wall. The soldiers came in a hurry and whispered something in their ears. The general jumped down with his sword and went to where. It's a sparsely populated place.
Not long after, the heavy stone door of the dungeon slowly opened, and the outline of the general's face was blurred under the dim oil lamp. His frowning brows were no longer as handsome as before, and there was suppressed anger in his eyes.
The cell is spacious, but the chain-locked cage is cramped. The layers of torture instruments form a narrow angle, giving the trapped animals no extravagant hope of escape. The people in the iron cage are covered in dirt, hunched and curled up, with facial expressions and disfigured faces. You can vaguely tell it's a woman.
She closed her eyes tightly, pain was written on her face, but her eyelids were beating. General Shen's men were never short of capable people, and they were ordered to give carefully developed medicine to special prisoners so that they could endure the most brutal punishment. ——Stay awake.
About her homeland, about her country, about her relatives dying one after another, and all kinds of chaotic scenes, they were tumbling wildly in the woman's mind, and she couldn't survive or die.
No one was qualified to persuade her to let go of her hatred. Just as if she made a cheap move, she would never be able to escape the torture of darkness. It was a failed assassination, as if she had thrown herself into a trap. She tried her best to dodge, but General Shen's sword only penetrated the shoulder blade. , after a long coma, she woke up from the nightmare of rolling nails.
Her family was destroyed and she was displaced. She didn't know who the sword-wielding executioner was, but she heard that the man guarding the northwest of Cangwu was named Shen Han. She thought that if she couldn't kill Emperor Ling, she would take the head of his beloved general and cut off his wings.
She was like a ghost, wandering in the war-torn land of Cangwu. She had saved people and killed people. Occasionally she felt tired of it, so she headed towards her homeland, and unexpectedly met her sister who was trapped in a cage. She knew that she Unable to save her, pale and fragile feelings filled her chest. Impulsively, she chose to drive away the little girl beside her, the only person willing to follow her.
No one would understand what she was going through, or feel the same way, so why should we reluctantly travel together.
The sharp blade penetrated the flesh, and she was almost crazy. She thought she had won. The two bloody corpses in front of her made her laugh, but she didn't see the young woman who had her eyes wide open in confusion even to death, still protecting her lower abdomen. There were innocent young children beside her. an unborn brother or sister.
When the attendant heard the sound and came over, she ran away in a hurry, and then sneaked back in a wicked way, wanting to see General Shen's sad look. Looking at that young face, she felt vaguely uncomfortable.
When the war started, this little general was still learning to walk, right?
And she couldn't look back, even if she was chased, she was fearless. She launched her meaningless revenge again and again, smashing the bones with the sharp blade. She was still smiling, with the sword half sunk, supporting her shaky body, Ning I don't want to kneel down.
As if she was already behind bars, she still stubbornly refused to admit that she was at fault. She opened her eyelids with all her strength and insisted on looking directly at Shen Han.
"Stop talking about justice. If you don't kill me, I will kill you. You Cangwu people... are all hypocrites and hooligans!"
Her voice was hoarse, rough and harsh, as if she had swallowed dry tree bark, the product of not having enough water for a long time. Shen Han would not let her die easily. Instead, he ordered someone to boil ginseng soup, which was thick and hot, and poured it into her throat.
He laughed at her for being a prisoner and clinging to her self-righteous nobility.
"I was not the one who killed your parents and destroyed your country. My wife and children are so innocent. If we talk about hypocrisy, you deserve to be the first person."
When the lights went out, the general casually pulled out a white-feathered arrow, charged up and threw it, nailing it half an inch in front of the woman's forehead without missing a beat.
"I am taking your life like crushing an ant to death. If you claim to avenge the country's subjugation, I will make you suffer punishment every day, regret every day, and know what destiny is and cannot be changed."