Chapter 322 Rainy Night, Past Events and the Old Man
A group of people, together with the Qianniu Guards outside, spent a lot of effort to control that. After the last open fire was extinguished, it was already late at night.
The flying sparks and resurrected flames can be seen everywhere on the hillside. In this pitch-black night, they are twinkling and mirroring the stars in the sky. It has a unique flavor.[]
The night wind blew, bringing a hint of coolness. The soldiers, who had been busy all afternoon, dragged their tired bodies and smiled at the embarrassing images of everyone fighting the fire today. After joking like this for a while, the overtired soldiers
Then he sat under the tree and fell asleep leaning against the tree.
The night wind blew, bringing with it a chill, and the sleeping soldiers turned over. They still fell asleep with their scabbards on their pillows.
"The soldiers are all tired!" Wu Ningyuan stood up and glanced at the Qianniu Guards who were still on the mountain, putting out the fire. He sighed and said, "It would be great if it rained!"
As if to verify Wu Ningyuan's words, in the second half of the night, a thick layer of clouds appeared in the starry night sky.
As the clouds became thicker and thicker, the whole world suddenly became as dark as ink.
The whistling mountain wind blows, and the ashes all over the mountains and plains are flying in the wind, which is eye-catching.
Not long after, there was a slight thunder in the sky. Then, I saw raindrops falling in the night sky. The raindrops started from three or two at first, and gradually became denser at the end.
Finally, a méngméng water curtain was formed, falling from the sky.
The sound of rustling drizzle is like the sound of spring silkworms biting mulberry leaves, soft and full of life.
The cool breeze blew, bringing moist rain and mist, which fell on the hillside. Several mountain fires that flickered between the trees on the hillside gradually disappeared.
The entire valley was completely submerged in the night.
The soldiers had already woken up. At this time, they were hiding in groups under the trees, enjoying the cool rain and mist blowing on their faces. They pointed at the falling drizzle and whispered about the harvest at home this year.
The army system of the Great Zhou Dynasty still followed the imperial army system of the Tang Dynasty. When there was no war, the soldiers were disarmed and returned to the fields to help their families with farming. Therefore, when these soldiers from the countryside saw the pleasant spring rain, they thought of their old fathers who were farming at home and sighed.
As for the sigh, I am also happy to have a good harvest this year.
"Although this rain came a little late." Wu Ningyuan, wearing a raincoat, stood with Lu Hengsu under a tree, looking at the rain and mist in the distance, and said with a smile: "But, it still came in time. Otherwise,
, if it doesn’t rain, Henan Road may be hit by another disaster!”
Because it was late at night and the rain and fog were heavy, when the cool breeze blew, the coolness made people sober. Lu Heng tightened the raincoat around him, took a deep breath, and looked at the méngméng rain and mist under the night sky,
He nodded and said: "Oh, good rain knows the season and spring will happen. Just take it as a matter of fact. If it hadn't been raining like this, I'm afraid the fire wouldn't be extinguished in a long time!"
Wu Ningyuan listened to the poem that the scholar casually recited. After reading it once, he joked: "Sour! So sour. You scholars... so sour!"
Hearing this, Lu Heng laughed and thought that even though he had been here for so long, he could not avoid picking up some bad habits. Therefore, when Wu Ning teased him from afar, Lu Heng did not refute. After thinking about it, he nodded and said with a smile.
: "Oh, it's a little sour!"
"But..." Seeing that Lu Heng still had a smile on his face, Wu Ningyuan turned around, smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and said with a faint smile: "But it's a good poem!"
"Oh!" Seeing that Wu Ningyuan seemed to be taking the initiative to talk about poetry for the first time, Lu Heng looked at Wu Ningyuan funny and joked: "Your Highness also understands poetry?"
Hearing this, Wu Ningyuan couldn't help rolling his eyes. Such a childish look made Lu Heng laugh and shake his head.
After finding a clean stone and sitting down, Wu Ningyuan beat Tui and kneaded Tui's sore belly and said with a smile: "Actually, when I was a child, I also wanted to be a poet. I traveled to the mountains every day.
Playing with water, reciting poems and composing poems. His talents will be remembered through the ages. Not bad at all!"
"Then what happened next? Why didn't you learn?" Lu Heng sat down and leaned against the tree, looking at the méngméng rain and mist, and asked with a smile.
"Later, the late emperor said to me: Ning Yuan, among your brothers, there are many people with outstanding literary talents. You said that you are a prodigy in martial arts because of your delicate bones. Why not practice martial arts based on your own advantages?" Wu Ningyuan
Thinking of Youyou's past events, he had a funny look on his face and said with a faint look: "The late emperor said that in the future you will learn literature. If someone bullies you or bullies your brother, how can you, a weak scholar, protect them?
Protect Dazhou?"
"Then, you abandoned literature and joined martial arts?" Lu Heng vaguely guessed something, and the look in his eyes flickered slightly. However, he soon regained his composure and asked with a smile.
"Yes, that's because I was a child of six or seven years old, and I couldn't bear the influence of the late emperor! So, I learned martial arts!" Wu Ningyuan said this, and sighed quietly: "Later, I learned that the Great Zhou Dynasty was governed by martial arts.
The world! After practicing martial arts and becoming a majestic general, it means bidding farewell to that position forever! The late emperor, hehe..."
The rain and mist fell on the dark mountains, like splashes of ink, which looked particularly vicissitudes of life in this deep night. The wind blew, and the mist spread with the wind, brushing against the cheeks, giving people a cool feeling, which made people extremely clear-headed.
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"Do you hate him?" Lu Heng leaned against the tree, thought about it, and asked lightly.
"Hate?" Wu Ningyuan seemed surprised that Lu Heng asked this question. In this era, when the emperor asks the minister to die, the minister has to die. How dare you talk about hating the emperor. However, thinking about it carefully in his heart, thinking of the ups and downs of so many years,
It seems that I am really feeling depressed.
This, probably.
This is what scholars call hate!
Turning his head, Wu Ningyuan saw that the scholar seemed a little sleepy. Wu Ningyuan turned around, took out a pair of armor from the bundle beside him, and handed it to Lu Heng.
Lu Heng smiled, took the cold armor, and covered himself.
"Actually, I can't say I hate you!" Wu Ningyuan moved back, leaned against the scholar, and said with a wry smile: "In the past few years, I must have had some complaints! However, thinking about it later, I also felt that it was with myself.
I can’t afford to be angry!”
"Oh?" Lu Heng yawned, turned around, looked at Wu Ningyuan, and asked with a smile: "Have you gained enlightenment?"
"Enlightenment?" When Wu Ningyuan heard this word, he couldn't help being stunned. Then he thought about it, laughed, nodded and said: "You can be considered enlightenment!"
"Some things always need people to do it." Wu Ning sighed leisurely, with an indifferent expression.
"Actually, you're not bad now!" Lu Heng said with a smile.
"Haha, you are right, and he is good now. The God of War of Zhou Dynasty, ha! He is famous all over the world!" When talking about his great achievements, the old man showed a trace of shyness and lowered his head in a funny way.
shook his head.
"You are indeed famous all over the world!" Lu Heng affirmed with a faint expression: "Thousands of years later, your name is still spread in the history books. Even more than the pens and inks of those literati!"
Think about the once glorious China in later generations. After several wars and oppressions, the martial spirit that only exists in history, and people's deep memory for famous generals passed down from generation to generation.
Why!
Lu Heng glanced at Wu Ningyuan and said with certainty in his heart: It will definitely happen!
"This is the first time I've heard you sincerely praise someone!" Wu Ningyuan looked at Lu Heng with a smile. After looking at him for a while, he saw the scholar's expression was light, he leaned against the tree and said leisurely
: "I hope you are sincere!"
Lu Heng smiled noncommittally.
The night was getting darker, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Except for those responsible for patrolling and guarding, the rest of the soldiers fell asleep. In the quiet night, the mountains were solemn and misty and misty. The smoke-like rain and mist... blew across the solemn mountains.
, quietly condensed into this hot land.
"Looking at the misty rain, does it look like Jiang Ning?" Wu Ningyuan was also a little sleepy. After yawning, he pointed at the méngméng drizzle and said lightly with his mind wandering.
"Yeah, like!" Lu Heng rubbed his sour eyes, nodded and said with a smile: "It's just that the rain in Jiangning is more soft and delicate than here. However, compared with the rain here, there is less rain in Jiangning.
Some vicissitudes of life and weight!"
"That's true!" Wu Ningyuan tightened his tight clothes, lay down simply, with the thin sheepskin on his back, and asked as if he was dreaming: "I heard that you built a cemetery for fallen soldiers in Jiangning?"
"Yeah!" Lu Heng's words were like babble in a dream: "The bones of 513 Zhou soldiers are buried there. Under them, more than a thousand Japanese people are buried with them!"
"They are all bloody men from Da Zhou!" Wu Ningyuan nodded, his eyes becoming blurry.
"I heard that your boy also wrote an epitaph on the tombstone?"
"Ha. You wrote it blindly!" Lu Heng yawned and said with a smile.
"Whether it was written in vain, I know clearly!" Wu Ningyuan said leisurely. After sighing faintly, he seemed to have thought of something interesting. The old man couldn't help but smile: "It seems that some time ago, His Majesty ordered that the cemetery be rebuilt again."
During the repairs, the emperor personally inscribed Fengyun Pavilion with the meaning of Heroes Who Conquered the World. He also announced to the world in the form of an imperial edict that this place is the holy land of the soldiers who died in the Great Zhou Dynasty. No one is allowed to desecrate it!"
"It's a very good name!" Lu Heng nodded and smiled when he heard this. He thought that maybe in the near future, Fengyun Pavilion would become a place where literati from the Great Zhou Dynasty would flock to, erect monuments and write books, and spread the history.
"I want to ask you a favor!" Wu Ningyuan suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Heng after being silent for a moment.
"Tell me about it!" Lu Heng did not agree immediately. After thinking about it, he said calmly.
"In a hundred years from now, I will bury my bones there, okay?" Wu Ningyuan looked at Lu Heng with a burning look in his eyes.