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He Yan thought about it and gave it up. He was not in a hurry for a day or two.

But these days, as long as she gets off the arena, her room is basically full of people who come to see her. People often come to visit the doctor. Today, Jiang Jiao sent some sour and astringent plums. Tomorrow, Huang Xiong brought a bunch of roasted quails. The most speechless thing was Wang ba. He could not make himself down. He asked his new soldiers to send half a dried steamed bun, which was looted from other people's hands. He really regarded the barracks as his own mountain.

Liang Jiaotou came twice, and twice he saw Heyan, who was surrounded by the crowd. He took a look at the food that was pushed like a mountain on her table. He threw down a sour sentence: "Oh, my little life is good." and he Yan was helpless.

When he Yan's elbow was so noisy and scabby, and his legs could jump on the ground, seven or eight days had passed, and the day of fighting for the flag was getting closer and closer.

On this day, before the sun set, Hongshan returned. He Yan was surprised and asked, "Why are you scattered before the next martial arts performance?"

"Today is July 14, the mid Yuan Festival," wheat replied first. "The chief instructor asked us to go down to the martial arts field earlier, have dinner, and go to the river to put water lamps to worship our ancestors."

"This Liangzhou Wei is not bad. It still gives people time to worship their ancestors and relatives." Hong Shan sighed.

He Yan laughs and says that this is the tradition in the barracks. When she was in Fuyue army, every year on the mid Yuan Festival, the local government in her garrison would teach people to set up Daochang to worship the soldiers who died in the war. Now Liangzhou Weibei mountain is close to the river, which is very convenient to put water lamps.

"My elder brother and I are going to set the water lamp for my father and mother," wheat said of the dead father and mother, but there is no sadness, only a little bit of melancholy. Maybe his father and mother left too early, and his memory has been very weak. He asked Hongshan, "is brother Shan going to worship?"

"Go, my mother left early. I'll put one for my mother."

Several people agreed to look at Heyan: "ahe brother to go or not?"

Here, he Yan's identity is probably the most mysterious. She doesn't like to talk about family matters with wheat. Hongshan only knows that he Yan came to join the army because of his family's downfall. However, judging from her confident appearance in the martial arts arena before, he Yan is not a child of ordinary people.

"Me? I'll go too. " He Yan droops eyes, the voice goes down, "I also have to worship people."

Wheat, they realized that the atmosphere was not right, and they did not dare to ask. When they were about to turn the corner and talk about something more relaxed.

After dinner, the sun set completely, and the moonlight came out from the dark clouds, almost all the recruits of Liangzhou Wei came out.

The water lamp has to be folded by itself, and the paper is stacked in several big baskets in the arena. Heyan also went to get one. She was not very good at doing these handwork things. When she saw it, she folded it into the shape of a lotus lamp. She dropped a short white candle in the center of the lotus lamp and handed it to Heyan: "it's done!"

Thank you very much He Yan praises a way, "your hand is really clever."

Wheat embarrassed smile: "in the past, when the Chinese New Year's day, and big brother folded a lot of lanterns to sell, fold used to. If the paper is bigger, I can make it more beautiful and bigger! "

The stone knocked on his head and said in disapproval, "this is not the time for you to show off."

The wheat spat out his tongue and ran to the five deer river with the water lamp in his hand: "I'll put the lamp first, aho brother, hurry up!"

After the beginning of autumn, the weather in Liangzhou became cooler at night. In the morning, there was a rain, and the cool air did not disperse. The dense forest on the mountain gave birth to cool frost and dew. The moon and stars were rare, which made the river water bright and white.

The riverside was already full of people who came to worship their ancestors, and the candle fire swayed, like ten thousand silver flowers shining all over the river, reflecting the beating flames. Red lotus carrying the thoughts of worshippers drifted to the distance, where the water and the sky meet and become a bright light, gradually disappeared.

"Just here, brother ahoe..." Wheat turned around, a Leng, "where is ahoe?"

Hongshan and Shi Shi looked at each other, "I don't know. I was just here."

He Yan is sitting on a stone, which is not the most open place, so few people put lamps here. He Yan looks at the lotus lamp in his hand silently, and his heart is sour and sour.

All of a sudden, he Wanru drowned her in the water, and said to her, "you are pregnant."

At that moment, she was more happy than at a loss.

But this joy did not last for a moment, and she, her unborn child, sank together in the Xu family's pond.

He Yan always felt that she had never felt sorry for anyone in her last life. She had done everything she could to his family, to he Rufei, to Xu Zhiheng, but the only thing she felt guilty about was her flesh and blood. She gave him life, and before she brought him into the world, she killed the possibility for her own reasons. Maybe it was when she was a military general, too many people died under her, and countless evils were created. God would punish her like this. You should punish yourself. Why punish innocent children? She didn't even know whether it was a little girl or a little boy, so she died.He Yan took out the torch, the spark of the torch splashed on the candle, and lit the candle in an instant. The water lamp bloomed slowly in her hand, and the fire reflected in her eyes, forming a small flame. It seemed that tears were about to fall down and were quickly blurred.

"I'm sorry," she said in a low voice and sad voice, "you and my mother have no fate in this life. If there is an afterlife, you must be born into a good family. You will be happy all your life. Don't meet me again."

"Me too..." She put the water lamp into the river, "I will avenge you."

The river rippling, gently wrapped in the small water lamp, went forward, he Yan staring at it, has been swaying with countless light spots in the same place, can no longer tell who is who, just take back his eyes, rub his eyes.

"Brother Ho, I didn't expect you to be here!" An excited voice sounded behind her, "what a coincidence, you also come to put the water lamp!"

He Yan turned around and saw a young man with red lips and white teeth holding a lamp in his arms. He came to her happily. It was Cheng Lishu.

When he came to Heyan's side, he carefully raised the corner of his robe, for fear of being splashed by the river water. He gave Heyan a large number of water lamps in his arms.

He Yan asked Is this the water lamp you want to put on

"Yes

"Why so much?" He Yan was speechless.

"I didn't have so much to let go, and I didn't know the ancestors of our Cheng family. But I don't think my uncle will come today. I'll put it on his behalf. This is my uncle's grandmother's, this is my uncle's, and this is me... "

When he counted them, he could not see half of his sadness. He was so elated that people mistook him for the Lantern Festival lantern, not the Zhongyuan Water Lantern.

"Wait a minute," He Yan interrupted, "why do you put it on behalf of your uncle? Can't he come by himself

"So many people, he won't come." Cheng Lishu sighed and shook his head with a broken heart. He said, "I'll do it for me. Who calls him my uncle."

He Yan looked at some funny, just because of the past pain is diluted a lot. Although Cheng is less serious about this matter than ordinary people, he seems to be more relaxed. One by one, he ignited the water lamps in his hands, solemnly put them into the river, and prayed nervously not to be blown out by the wind or overturned by the waves. Fortunately, they all went smoothly, and the water lamps gradually drifted into the distance.

Cheng Lishu put out the last lamp, breathed a sigh of relief, took out a piece of coarse cloth from his arms and put it on the stone, and then sat down.

"Liangzhouwei is cool at night," he muttered. "It's hot to me a few days ago. I've never been in such a hot summer since I've grown up."

He Yan laughs. Cheng Lishu used to be in shuojing. The Cheng family must have some ice to cool off in summer. If they stay in the house, they can't get the sun. Of course, it's not as hard as liangzhouwei. She said, "in this case, why do you come to Liangzhou to suffer with your uncle?"

"No way," Cheng Lishu spread his hands. "If I don't come out with my uncle, I'll be engaged."

He Yan one Leng: "what?"

"To tell you a secret, I escaped from marriage." Cheng Li Su curled her lips. "I'm still young. How can I get married? Besides, I didn't like her, so I ran away. "

He Yan said: He Yan was surprised that Xiao Jue agreed to take Cheng Lishu with him. He was not afraid that the Cheng family would be dissatisfied with him. After all, he abducted the young master and helped him escape from marriage. Even though he was a relative, he was afraid that there would be a rift in his heart.

"You have a good relationship with governor Xiao." He Yan pondered over his words.

"It's OK," Cheng Lishu was very proud. "It's all my initiative to pester him."

He Yan felt strangely, "your uncle's temperament is so bad, you can even take the initiative to get over it?" It's amazing. Who says Cheng Lishu is a "waste childe". It's hard for everyone to bear the humiliation.

"My uncle is very strong. If it wasn't for him when I was a child, I couldn't be who I am now."

Maybe the moonlight is very good tonight. Cheng Lishu is very excited when he talks about the past.

Cheng Lishu's mother, Mrs. Cheng, is no less than a few years younger than Xiao Jue's mother. Therefore, when Xiao Jue was born, Mrs. Cheng had already married, and although Cheng Lishu and Xiao Jue were of different generations, they were not very different in age.

Although the Cheng family and the Xiao family don't walk around frequently, they are absolutely not indifferent. However, Cheng Lishu didn't see Xiao Jue very much when he was a child. Most of the time, he met his uncle Xiao Jing more often. Xiao Zhongwu has two sons. Xiao Jing, the eldest son of Xiao, was too weak to practice martial arts when he was young. When he got well, he was over the best age to practice martial arts. But Mrs. Xiao didn't want Xiao Jing to join the army, so Xiao Jing took the road of being a civil servant.

After Xiao Jue was born, Xiao Zhongwu paid special attention to this son.

Xiao Jue did not fail to live up to Xiao Zhongwu's expectations. When she was a child, she showed her talent. Xiao Zhongwu took Xiao Jue to the mountain and was taught by four senior scholars. As for what mountain it was and who was Gao Shi, Cheng Lishu was not sure. In the end of the year, you may only see it once, sometimes not once.When Xiao Jue was 14 years old, she went down the mountain and returned to shuojing, where she entered the Xianchang hall, where she practiced arts and martial arts with her sons. Cheng Lishu was nine years old that year. He was abducted by abductors when he went out to play with his friends on the Mid Autumn Festival. At his age, the abductor is too old, but he is really delicate and delicate. He is like a silver doll in a new year's picture. He abducts him out of the city. Cheng Lishu says that he shouldn't cry every day. He shivers in the carriage.

When he woke up, he cried, ate and slept with tears in his eyes. He did not know how long it took for him to wake up. The sound of fighting came from outside the carriage. Cheng Lisu was bruised and bruised by the bumps. When he was crying for help, the car stopped.

He quickly lifted the curtain of the carriage and climbed out. He saw the dead people who had fallen all over the ground. They were all shot to the throat. There was not only one abductor, but dozens of them. All the children were tied up in the carriage. At the moment, some of them fell out and some were still in the carriage. A group of people were crying. In the chaos, Cheng Li Su climbs out of the room and comes across a white corner of his robe.

He looked up and saw a beautiful young man with a silver crown and a white robe standing in front of him, holding a long sword. The sword was like frost and snow, dripping blood. The color of his blood was not as bright as the young man's lips. His expression was calm and his eyes fell on him.

It should be a very fierce painting, but Cheng Li Su felt a little relieved. He shook his rope to hold the boy's leg. He learned his mother's voice when talking to others. Dogleg's flattery said, "dare to ask the name of the great Xia and where he lives. I'm the young master of the zhilang family of Yousi. If you save me, our family will surely have a lot of rewards."

The young man took a puff from the corner of his mouth, looked down at him from above, and said coldly, "I am your uncle."

"I knew at that time that he was my little uncle who was always absent from sight." Cheng Li Su held his cheek and looked at the moon, "I thought at that time that this little uncle was really powerful."

Xiao Jue saved him, as well as those children abducted by abductors. Cheng Lishu felt that there was such an uncle, and he wanted to stick to him. But Xiao Jue didn't like this little nephew very much. After sending him back to Cheng's house, he never came to see him again. Cheng Lishu gave him a post and asked him to come to his house. Xiao Jue never came. Besides, Xiao Jue is also very busy. When Cheng Lishu sees Xiao Jue, there are very few.

He Yan thought of the picture described by Cheng Lishu, and he wanted to laugh. Xiao Jue wants to have such a nephew, but also really helpless.

"Then how did you get close afterwards?" He Yan asked.

If it was just a life-saving grace, as Cheng Lishu said, it did not improve their relationship much, then something must have happened later, and the two nephews can now come to Liangzhou Wei together.

"In fact, our Cheng family, including my mother, and relatives and friends who know the Xiao family, don't like uncle very much." Cheng Lishu said, "they prefer the big uncle."

Xiao's two sons are born in Wei Dynasty. Xiao Jing, the eldest son of Xiao family, is also born with a good appearance. He is as modest as jade. From the aspect of temperament, it is more comfortable to get along with Xiao Jing, but he doesn't like Xiao Jue.

"Why?" He Yan asked, "Xiao Dudu didn't save your life. Even if it's for the rescuer, your mother will definitely not dislike him."

"That's true, but my uncle has so little time to meet with our relatives that we don't know him well."

Xiao Jue was rarely in shuojing before she was 14 years old. After she was 14 years old, she entered Xianchang hall again, not to mention her relatives and friends. Even Mrs. Xiao was not very close to her son. Cheng Lishu knew that there were several times when Mrs. Xiao talked to her mother. She was worried and didn't know how to get along with her little son.

Since we don't know how to understand people, we naturally have a lot of prejudice. Xiao Jue is lazy and does not like to communicate with others. Compared with his brother Wen Lang Yu, the contrast is more distinct. However, as he Yan said, this is not a dislike. The real dislike is from Xiao Zhongwu's death after the first World War of Mingshui.

The sudden death of Xiao Zhongwu was a great blow to the Xiao family. Mrs. Xiao has never experienced the wind and rain. Her husband is the God of her life. After Xiao Zhongwu's death, Mrs. Xiao hanged herself on the beam and left with her husband, leaving only two sons.

Xiao Jing and Xiao Jue, the two sons of the Xiao family, were very sad, but Xiao Jue didn't shed a single tear. After the general and his wife were buried, the first thing Xiao Jue did was to go to the Jinluan palace to make a case, and to hold the military power of Nanfu soldiers in his palm.

Mrs. Xiao's first seven have not passed, he took the Nanfu soldiers to Pingnan man rebellion. On that day, Xiao Zhongwu died in the battle of the southern barbarians. Some people said that he was revenge for his father, while others said he was eager for quick success and instant benefit. No matter for his father's death or his mother's death, Xiao Jue did not show excessive sadness. So the sign of indifference and hardness of heart was printed on him.

The capital city is short of the second son of Xiao, Jin Zunyu GUI. Others can only learn about Xiao Jue's recent situation from the battlefield. It is said that he killed generals when he was young, and countless people died under his sword, which was even more severe and inhumane.

"Have you ever heard of Zhao Nuo?" Cheng Li asked.

He Yan vaguely felt that the name was very familiar, but he did not know where he had heard of it. He shook his head and said, "I don't know.""Zhao Nuo is the legitimate eldest son of the Minister of Hubu, who was once the governor of Jingzhou." At this point, Cheng Lishu looked gloomy. "In fact, the misunderstanding of uncle by Cheng family and Xiao's relatives and friends is caused by this person."

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